Chapter 9: The Slow Weaving of a Web
Time passed quietly, slipping through my fingers like dark smoke. Days blended into nights, cultivation sessions stretched long, and the delicate art of corrupting souls became a relentless, meticulous craft. It was easy to lose track of time when every moment was spent balancing the mundane and the mystical—attending university classes by day, meditating and refining my demonic Primordial Chaos Divine Sins Emperor Technique by night, while weaving the threads of my secret empire.
It had been six months since I was reborn as Tian Mo. Five months had passed since I claimed Emily—my first and most valuable follower—and the night we crossed the threshold from mere acquaintances to something far more binding.
During the day, I maintained the façade of a regular university student. I sat in lectures on economics and psychology, scribbling notes while my mind raced ahead to investment strategies and identifying the best bets for multiplying my newfound funds. Thanks to my knowledge of the future (and the lottery numbers tucked in my memory), I steadily turned a modest sum into a burgeoning fortune, always careful to remain under the radar.
My nights, however, were a different story.
They belonged to Emily and the cultivation technique that bound us.
Our Primordial Chaos Divine Sins Emperor Technique wasn't just about Qi flow or martial power; it was a demonic dual cultivation art designed to bend wills and forge unbreakable bonds through pleasure woven with Chaos Evil Qi. Every intimate encounter was a battle, a negotiation, a seduction—and a meticulous reprogramming of her mind and body.
In that second month, my training of Emily became almost ritualistic. Our sessions extended into hours of entwined bodies and whispered promises, each touch and kiss layered with the subtle hum of forbidden Qi. I pushed her boundaries gently but firmly. Pleasure was the weapon, and I wielded it with precision—bringing her to heights she'd never imagined, breaking down the walls of doubt and restraint.
The Chaos Evil Qi coursed beneath her skin, eroding moral inhibitions and ushering in darker thoughts—an innate corruption that was both intoxicating and terrifying. I complimented this with whispered words planted in her ear during moments of vulnerability—sweet nothings turned into oaths of devotion and servitude. I urged her to swear allegiance, to abandon every loyalty and ambition except those tied to me.
And she obeyed.
It was remarkable, how quickly a will as strong as hers bent to my influence. By the end of those two months, Emily was no longer just a girlfriend or companion. She was my slave—willingly and completely. In private moments, she called me "Master" with a reverence that sent dark shivers down my spine. Our bond was no longer just physical; it was spiritual, mental, and irrevocable.
I had forged my first weapon.
With Emily secured, my ambitions grew bolder. She wasn't just a follower; she was my key to unlocking more hearts and minds. I began to observe her social circles—the group of female friends she occasionally spent time with, their laughter and shared secrets painting a picture of closeness ripe for disruption.
Over the next four months, I orchestrated their corruption with the careful patience of a master strategist. Emily became my covert agent, guiding these girls—six in total—into my web. Through a combination of psychological insight, cultivated charm, and the dark enchantments of our technique, we ensnared them one by one.
Each encounter was tailored to the individual. Some were more reserved, requiring gentle coaxing and reassurance; others more willing, eager for escape from their mundane realities. All were vulnerable in their own ways.
The process was the same: seduction fused with cultivation. I used the Primordial Chaos Divine Sins Emperor Technique to amplify desire, infecting their souls with the intoxicating pull of Chaos Evil Qi. As they succumbed, their wills softened. They began to crave my presence, my approval, and most importantly, Emily's acceptance.
It wasn't just about lust or obedience. True power came from breaking their attachments—to family, to previous lovers, to their own futures—and replacing those bonds with loyalty to me.
With Emily as their guide, the girls learned to question everything they had known. They practiced following me without hesitation, sharing their darkest thoughts and ambitions, and pledging their service.
Their transformation was breathtaking. Where once stood independent young women, now knelt devoted servants—each a thread woven into the growing tapestry of my secret force.
Cultivation and ControlThroughout this, my cultivation surged. Feeding off the emotions, desires, and submissions of my followers, the dark Qi within me expanded—my body strengthened, my mind sharpened. I pushed past the bottlenecks of the Body Refining Realm with ease, empowered by the web of souls tethered to me.
The Sin of Greed, once a quiet ember, now roared within me like a consuming flame. It sharpened my senses, honed my ambitions, and drove me forward.
But I knew better than to rest easy.
With power came risk. The Hidden Circle watched from their shadows, wary of any disturbers. The Heavenly Chosen stalked the world, their luck and strength legendary. Infiltrating their circles was dangerous, but I had learned patience.
The key was subtlety.
I avoided direct conflict, preferring to corrupt, undermine, and erode from within. My followers acted as my shadows—eyes and ears among those who would never suspect their loyalties had shifted.
Six months had passed since my rebirth, and the landscape of my life had changed beyond recognition.
What began as survival had become strategy; what started as desperation had blossomed into domination.
Emily was my first victory. The six girls we ensnared were the opening moves. And beyond them? More awaited.
With every day, my cultivation deepened, my influence spread, and my plans solidified.