Incubus Lord: Lust Harem System

The oppressive silence in the grand arena was so absolute that one could hear the crisp flutter of the Azure Dragon Sect banners snapping in the wind. Tens of thousands of disciples remained bowed.

Above them, on the elevated platform, the overseers of the Inner Disciple Promotion Test finally settled into their majestic seats.

Yet, the attention of the entire mountain peak was magnetized toward a single figure standing at the edge.

Selene Frostborn.

The Elder of the Azure Dragon Sect was a vision of absolute, untouchable divinity. She wore pristine black and deep, azure-blue trim that clung elegantly to her mature, breathtaking figure.

The fabric failed to hide the generous swell of her ample breasts or the slender, graceful curve of her waist.

Her skin was as pale and flawless as glacial ice, and her long, platinum-white hair cascaded down her back like a frozen waterfall.

She was undeniably beautiful, possessing a face that could topple empires, but her presence was a localized blizzard.

The air around her actually crystallized, tiny snowflakes forming and dissipating as her Heavenly Spirit Realm aura crushed down on the arena below.

Currently, that freezing, terrifying pressure was entirely concentrated on one spot: Damon.

Hundreds of eligible candidates standing in the center of the arena began to sweat profusely.

Their legs trembled under the residual weight of Selene’s gaze, fully believing that the furious Elder was about to execute the eighteen-year-old boy who had ruthlessly cut down her younger brother in half weeks ago.

Damon, however, did not drop to his knees. Standing tall with Ariel by his side, he met her Heavenly Spirit Realm pressure with confidence of a sovereign. His thick, jet-black hair fluttered as the freezing headwind washed over him.

Rather than looking away, Damon’s lips curled into a smirk.

’Let us see exactly what kind of woman you are.’ Damon thought.

His golden irises shifted. Deep within his gaze, peculiar, luminous golden patterns began to spin and weave like microscopic gears.

He activated his Incubus Celestial Eyes, peeling back the terrifying physical illusion of the icy Elder to gaze directly into her secrets.

Instantly, a semi-transparent blue screen materialized in his vision.

[Name: Selene Frostborn]

[Age: 35]

[Cultivation: Heavenly Spirit Realm - Ninth Level]

[Relationship: Stranger]

[Interest: 15/100]

[Chastity: Intact]

[Lust: 0/100]

[Affinities: Ice: 65, Sword: 100]

[Spiritual Roots: Glacial Sword Spiritual Roots] [Heaven Grade - Low]

[Bloodline: N/A]

[Physique: Body of Ice Monarch] [Earth Grade - Peak]

[Traits: Cold, Sword Freak, Repressed Desire, Proud, Natural Sword Master]

[Desire: "I hate this meaningless Frostborn-Reventon political alliance. I only wish someone that can be a true rival on the endless path of the sword."]

Damon’s golden eyes widened by a fraction of an inch before his smirk deepened into something predatory.

’Fascinating. Truly fascinating,’ Damon’s mind raced as his cunning intellect observe the information.

The entire sect believed that Selene was staring him down out of vengeance.

They assumed she was burning with rage because he had slaughtered her brother, Jack. But Damon’s Incubus Celestial Eyes revealed the truth: her Interest level was in the positive, not the negative.

She didn’t give a single damn about Jack. Her younger brother had been an arrogant, untalented fool who relied on pills and family wealth to bully commoners.

To a woman whose traits included Cold and Sword Freak, a man like Han Jian was nothing more than an embarrassment to her.

No, Selene was not looking at her brother’s murderer. She was looking at the eighteen-year-old anomaly who was rumored to have mastered Sword Intent.

’A Sword Freak.’ Damon mused, his gaze slowly dragging over her voluptuous, icy figure.

’For an outer disciple to suddenly demonstrate Sword Intent—a concept that not everyone can grasp even a century of effort—it must have shaken her rigid worldview to its core.’

But the revelation that truly set Damon’s ambitions ablaze was her hidden desire.

Damon realized, recalling the arrogant Young Master Kai who had sent thirteen lackeys to murder him in the Fire Valley.

’Kai Reventon is her fiancé. She is being used as a political bargaining chip by the noble families, like Ariel.’

’Young Master Kai... you dared to target my women, Mio and Mia.’ Damon thought.

’So, in return, I will take care your supposedly lovely fiancé. I will make her completely addicted to my touch.’ A sly smile appears on Damon lips.

High above on the platform, Selene’s beautiful, porcelain face remained entirely devoid of emotion.

However, as she continued to press her aura down onto Damon, a furrow appeared between her brows.

She had anticipated Damon to crumble. She had expected a low-born outer disciple to vomit blood and drop to his knees under the pressure of a Heavenly Spirit Realm master.

Instead, Damon stood perfectly upright. Even more shockingly, she felt a subtle resistance pushing back against her aura.

’Sword Intent...’ The rumors were not exaggerated. Selene’s frosty eyes contracted.

For the first time in what felt like decades, the frozen heart experienced an overwhelming, burning curiosity.

How could a mere boy, an ant at the First Level of the True Spirit Realm, understand a concept of the sword that at the same level her own?

Her gaze lingered on Damon’s handsome face, taking in his fearless, magnetic smile that seemed to challenge her very existence.

The heavy, suffocating stare-down lasted for several long, breathless moments, until the air was suddenly disturbed by a gentle cough.

"Elder Selene, if you please. The candidates are growing faint," an ancient, measured voice echoed.

Elder Alder, the man who had overseen Damon’s initial recruitment, stepped forward to stand beside her.

The kindly old man stroked his long white beard, his Heavenly Spirit Realm aura neutralizing Selene’s pressure to give the terrified outer disciples some room to breathe.

Selene did not respond. She simply withdrew her aura, sweeping her long black sleeves gracefully behind her back as she sat down on her seat.

Yet, even as the other elders began to gather on the platform to formally commence the event, her gaze keep drifted back toward Damon.

Elder Alder cleared his throat, pouring his vast Qi into his voice so it rolled across like thunder.

"Disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect! Rise!" Elder Alder announced, signaling the tens of thousands of kneeling onlookers to stand.

"Today, we test the resolve, the foundation, and the martial prowess of those who seek to become Inner Disciple. Let the Inner Disciple Promotion Test... begin!"