Harem Master: Seduction System

Ling Ying scoffed delicately, waving her hand dismissively, her large breasts bouncing with the motion. “You speak of Feng Xiao. The so-called ‘Flame King’. He is currently residing in the lavish guest quarters assigned to the Pill Valley delegation on the eastern peak. He performs as one of their most highly prized, promising young members. But honestly, Alaric, he is just an arrogant upstart from the outer prefectures trying to play among the dragons.”

From behind Alaric’s chair, Lin Ruoli leaned forward, pretending to refill his teapot, her voice dropping to a whisper meant only for his ears.

“I have latest information about his arsenal,” Lin Ruoli reported, utilizing the deep intelligence her mercantile guild had gathered on the continent’s rising stars. “Our spies confirm he has forcefully assimilated at least seven or eight different, immensely destructive Heavenly Flames into his Dantian.”

Alaric took a slow sip of his tea, masking his smirk. ‘As expected…Eight Heavenly Flames. Not bad.’

“He wields the Abyssal Nether Flame, which burns the soul,” Lin Ruoli continued softly. “The Crimson Sunfire, the Wraith-Bone Frost Flame, the Heaven-Piercing Starfire, the Obsidian Dragon-Breath Flame, the Nine-Headed Hydra Poison Flame, and the Golden Crow Nirvana Flame. His mastery over the Dao of Fire is terrifyingly chaotic, yet inexplicably stable.”

“Impressive,” Alaric murmured to his teacup.

“From what I have investigated and heard of his movements recently and the herbs that he has bought…His burning ambition is to absolutely dominate and violently win this Alchemy Competition,” Lin Ruoli added, detailing the protagonist’s clear motivations. “He intends to show off his great, unparalleled talent to the entire continent, utterly humiliating the Yao Clan’s homegrown prodigies.”

‘He plans to use this monumental victory to acquire the Yao Clan’s supreme medicinal herbs,’ Alaric thought, piecing the puzzle together.

Alaric’s ruby eyes flicked back to the distant, ethereal figure of Princess Gu Ling, who was sitting quietly, ignoring the fawning stares of the surrounding young masters.

‘And ultimately, he intends to use the continent-shaking prestige of this victory to finally secure enough political and martial leverage to convince the terrifyingly strict, impossibly arrogant elders of the Gu Clan to marry off their precious Young Mistress, Gu Ling, to him,’ Alaric concluded. ‘A grand, romantic, heroic quest. How utterly pathetic.’

The sheer prestige of the Yao Clan’s once-in-a-decade tournament was so immense, its political ramifications so vast, that even the highest, most untouchable echelons of the Celestial Dragon Empire’s Imperial Family had descended upon the secret realm to bear witness.

A sudden, deafening roar of brass horns echoed across the crimson sky.

A massive, ostentatious fleet of towering, golden imperial carriages arrived, breaking through the spatial clouds. The carriages were not pulled by mere horses, but by majestic, four-winged Golden Spirit Dragons, their scales glittering blindingly in the ambient light. They carried the absolute pinnacle of the empire’s nobility, wealth, and breathtaking beauty.

The Imperial Consorts and highly favored Concubines of Emperor Huang Long had arrived in force.

Their grand entrance turned the VIP sectors into a dazzling, heavily perfumed, and utterly ruthless battlefield of high-stakes court politics. The imperial guards parted the crowds, establishing an isolated, heavily warded golden perimeter for the royal entourage directly in the center of the finest viewing platform.

These incredibly beautiful, astronomically high-status women were officially here under the guise of accompanying their talented, royal children, ostensibly providing gentle maternal support during the intense martial and alchemical exhibitions.

In reality, the fiercely competitive consorts were ruthlessly using their own vast, accumulated political influence and their staggering, mature beauty to help their sons build stronger, vital political alliances with the elders of the Ancient Clans. They were actively jockeying for supreme power in the inevitable, bloody succession war of the Celestial Dragon Empire.

The Imperial Princes had also arrived, strutting through the realm with massive retinues of elite, silent bodyguards. Their eyes darted calculatingly over the gathered clan elders, evaluating their martial worth.