Elder Lana stared at Vasari for a few seconds before leaning a bit closer to him.
"I can tell you, but then you have to answer one of my questions. Deal?"
Vasari agreed to the deal, he thought it was a fair trade.
"My mom was a normal cultivator in a weak mortal Sect. She and her friends decided to one day take a mission to find out why women were disappearing in a nearby town.
Long story short, the disappearance of the women in town was caused by a demon, specifically an Incubus Demon. And when my mother and her friends confronted this demon, it was taken with her appearance and 'bravery'. It killed all of her friends, leaving her as the only survivor.
The Incubus raped my mother repeatedly until he became bored and fled, leaving my mother pregnant and mentally broken. Her body may have enjoyed the experience with an Incubus, but her mind was conflicted and despised the sensation.
She considered killing the foetus growing in her womb but ultimately decided against it and had me anyway.
When I was 6, I unlocked my hereditary Bloodline, not as an Incubus but as a Succubus, and although I can seal the bloodline transformation, I can't stop the scent my body naturally emits that is potent to those of the opposite gender."
Elder Lana told Vasari about her background while he patiently listened. Miss Covington already knew about her struggles and past but still listened anyway.
"For this reason, I promised myself that if I ever find a man immune to my scent, I'll do anything to become his."
She leaned closer to him again until her lips were grazing his earlobe.
"ANYTHING~" She seductively whispered into his ear before backing away after feeling her friend's threatening glare.
"Oh…what about Elder Equus? He didn't seem affected by your scent."
"That's because his cultivation is much higher than hers. If they had the same cultivation, he would also be affected by it." Miss Covington answered his question in Elder Lana's stead.
"Wow, succubi are that powerful?"
"They are a Greater Demon species after all. Anyway, my turn to ask you a question."
"Okay, ask away."
"How are you able to resist my scent?"
"Because my Bloodline is purer and stronger than yours."
Vasari's confident response elicited complete silence in the carriage. His tone left no room for doubt, and it stunned the Elders. Nobody knew he had a bloodline except his women, the Core Haven Elders, and the Sect Master, and only his women knew what kind of bloodline he had.
His Physique did an excellent job of concealing his Bloodline from the rest of the world.
"I see. Can I ask another question?"
"You can, but I don't have to answer this one."
"Fair. How many Wives do you plan to have?"
*Cough!* *Cough!*
Not expecting that question, Vasari choked on his own saliva and even Miss Covington was caught off guard by the question.
"Well…I've never really thought about it before." Vasari already had 11 women if he counted Hannah, Adele, Hozumi and Kurumi. He felt like, for now, that was enough, but who knew what the future had in store.
"I guess no more than twenty wives." He answered truthfully and received two different responses from the Elders in the carriage.
"Twenty! That's too much!"
"Twenty! That's too little!"
The Elders glared at each other before turning to Vasari again.
"I'm not going to keep track anyway. If I like you, then I like you. Unless she tells me otherwise, I'm not going to limit myself." Vasari was referring to Witney when he said 'she'. He already thought of her as his Empress and Harem Manager.
Elder Lana was going to say something when Miss Covington quickly interrupted her.
"Vasari, why don't I tell you about the other sects on the Westernord Continent since you missed that lesson in school?"
"Sure, but you have to teach me from over here," Vasari said as he patted his lap. Miss Covington nodded, sat on his leg, twisted her upper body, and wrapped her arms around Vasari's neck. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her legs clasped together over his left leg, and her soft buttocks rested on his right leg. She did this to prevent Lana from taking advantage and sitting on the other side.
Elder Lana saw through her petty trick and pouted cutely in dissatisfaction.
"Vasari, can I also join the lesson?" She said in her cutest voice and looked up at him with sad puppy eyes.
"Of course," Vasari replied with a smile and felt Elder Lana grab his left arm. She clung to his arm, squeezing her breasts against it and slipping his hand between her legs. She placed one leg over the other to prevent Vasari's hand from escaping.
Vasari laughed internally but maintained his usual confident demeanour on the outside. He felt the warmth of her vagina, but her robes prevented him from touching it.
'What a tease.' He thought before turning his attention back to the women on his lap teaching him about the different sects.
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Witney used this period of rest to study the Nine Yin Dragon Claw Technique, which Vasari had shared with her and Talia.
She'd been riding on the back of the massive Wyvern for seven days and was getting close to the Scented Fjord. They could have arrived a few days earlier, but Elder Monk insisted on them spending nights in a comfortable bed.
Although short, she enjoyed the trip, visiting towns she's never visited before and seeing natural wonders she's only seen on the Mananet.
'Argh, why is the technique so difficult? I haven't even grasped the first move yet. I wonder how Talia is faring.' Witney opened her eyes and looked towards Talia, sitting next to her.
She had a frown on her pretty face, and Witney knew that she, too, was having trouble with the technique.
Feeling a bit better now that she knew it wasn't only her struggling, she was about to start cultivating again when Elder Monk's motherly voice drifted into the disciple's ears.
"We are here."
The disciples felt the Wyvern begin to descend. They tried looking for the Scented Fjord, but all they could see were the scales of the Wyvern.
Their excitement rose as the salty smell of the ocean filled their senses.
The Wyvern soon landed, and Elder Monk helped the students to the ground.
"Wow! It's beautiful." Rena exclaimed, and her grip around Jett's hand tightened.
The others agreed with her and were taken aback by the fjord's magnificence.
The crystal blue ocean water softly flowing between the two mountains evoked a sense of calmness. However, the tens of thousands of vibrant flowers that covered both mountain slopes were what caught their attention. A variety of flowery scents floated into their nostrils, causing them all to take a deep breath in.
There weren't many images of the Scented Fjord on the Mananet, and even if there were, they wouldn't do the region justice.
"Amazing." -Witney
"Gorgeous." -Jiang Xia
"Stunning." - Gia
Elder Monk smiled and gave the students a few moments to take in the spectacular scenery before calling them over.
"Alright, that's enough sightseeing. The others are waiting for us. Follow me."
Although reluctant to leave, the group of youths followed Elder Monk as they hiked for nearly 6 kilometres before they finally saw more people.
In a large open clearing atop the flat mountaintop, 5 groups of cultivators set up camp.
One group wore predominantly red robes, while some wore yellow and orange, but all robes bore the symbol of a man bowing to the sun. The Cloud Haven Disciples recognised them as the Scorching Hallow Sect.
Another group wore blue and gold light armour. On the rear of their body armour was a symbol of a medieval knight's helmet behind two crossed swords. These were cultivators from the Eastern Knights Sect.
Another group was not far away from them. Some wore mud brown robes, while others wore grey robes and one wore a metallic robe. They were all wearing a badge on the left shoulder depicting two men defending a massive wall. These were Millguard Sect cultivators.
Another group was clothed in pristine white robes, icy blue robes, and a solitary woman in magnificent black multi-layered robes. These were the Glacier Bay Sect's beauties. Jett, Jude, the purple-headed Disciple, and even Alex had difficulty diverting their gaze away from the icy women's collective beauty.
The final group was clad in robes they were all too familiar with. Six cultivators donned similar robes to Elder Monk, while a lone cultivator sitting on a chair wore gorgeous black robes with white fluffy clouds floating across them. The clouds would vary in colour from white to grey, pink, orange, and even red at times.
Elder Monk guided the Outer Haven Disciples to a group designated for the Cloud Haven Sect.
"Greetings, Lady Defiant Fan." Elder Monk bowed and greeted the women dressed in the black Core Haven Elder robes.
When a cultivator reaches the Transcendent Realm, they earn the right to a title, which others must use to show respect. Elder Equus was known as the Thousand Beast General but preferred to be addressed simply as Elder Equus. Joanna preferred her official title of Archbishop over her other title and used it instead.
"Elder Monk, thank you for performing the task." Elder Shen Shufen said as her ocean-blue eyes glanced over at the ten disciples.
* 'That' boy should have already left the Sect right?* Using spirit communication, she asked, and Elder Monk nodded slightly, causing the Core Haven Elder to lean back slightly in relief.
She didn't anticipate the other sects to have such monster disciples, but thankfully, they too had extremely talented youths.
"Hahaha, we can finally get this competition started! Lady Defiant Fan, have you no shame for making all of us wait only to bring such mediocre youths." A man wearing orange robes that resembled a setting sun, laughed boisterously from the other side of the clearing. His voice shook the mountain, and many disciples lost their footing, falling comically to the ground. The man slowly floated to the middle of the clearing with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"Lord Orange Rainstorm, reel in your excitement. You are scaring the children." Lord Orange Rainstorm's thunderous laugh was countered by a calm, peaceful voice. A figure in metallic silver robes floated to the centre of the clearing as well. He was a handsome man in his mid-50s, with slightly more mature features than most. His sugar daddy look was completed by light grey hair combed back and a light grey beard.
Another man in full royal blue armour floated to the centre to join the two men with opposing voices. He carried a medieval helmet under his left armpit, and a long sword sheathed on his hip. His black hair was neatly trimmed, his face was shaved, and his green eyes were alert.
"You men are so barbaric, no class nor patience." An angelic voice spread throughout the surroundings, and the hearts of men and women alike beat harder than before.
The most beautiful woman you've ever seen glided towards the centre of the clearing. She was undoubtedly an exceptional woman, with a lovely creamy pink complexion, rosy lips, a little perky nose, natural thin brows, silvery purple irises that complemented her Phoenix-shaped eyes, and magnificent long glossy silver-pink hair flowing freely behind her. Her long pointy ears, however, drew the most attention, as did her height, which stood at 195cm.
Witney, Talia, Gia and Jiang Xia had to admit that she was the most beautiful woman they'd ever seen. Even Hannah was slightly beneath her in terms of physical beauty.
"She's an elf?" Rena asked in a low voice.
"Not just any elf, but a Princess," Jett answered his girlfriend's query.
"Hahaha, Princess Sylia, your dislike for men is truly unfortunate. You will never experience the joy of being conquered by a man like myself." Lord Orange Rainstorm laughed and lustfully scanned the Elven Princess's body.
"Disgusting pig." Was her only response, but this only fueled some of the men's hunger for conquest.
Elder Shufen was the last to join the fray, and while she wasn't as beautiful as the Elven Princess, she was still a sight to behold.
"Lord Supreme Mountain, do you mind starting this little competition for us?" Elder Shufen asked, and the handsome middle-aged man smiled and nodded.
"Without further ado, let us begin the competition for the Mystic Aqualon Ore, shall we?"