Villainess Breaker: Raising Broken Beauties Against Destiny

Damian did not immediately return to Selvara’s mountain peak after leaving the office.

Instead, he found a quiet corner near a stone path and sat down with a sigh and a groan, as his body still ached like hell.

Every muscle felt sore, his meridians felt strained, and even his bones seemed to be complaining.

"Damn it..." Damian muttered while taking out a jade bottle. "Master Selvara really doesn’t know what mercy means."

Without hesitation, he poured out a Top-Rank Profound Grade Blood Qi Recovery Pill and swallowed it.

Warm medicinal power quickly spread through his body. His blood stirred, his Qi slowly recovered, and the pain in his body became much lighter.

Damian let out a long breath. "Good. At least I can walk properly now."

However, although his body had recovered somewhat, his mind was still exhausted.

After being tortured... no, trained for an entire day, Damian felt like even his soul had been beaten with a sword.

Still, after sitting quietly for a while, his eyes slowly brightened.

"This is the Heavenly Sword Sect," he muttered. "There should be plenty of talented women here, right?"

A grin slowly appeared on his face. "Let’s walk around a little and see how good the multipliers are in this sect."

Damian had just stood up and taken one step forward when his whole body suddenly shivered.

For some reason, his instincts screamed danger, and because of that, he immediately wanted to see what it was.

But as soon as he turned his head...

Behind him, Selvara stood silently beneath the moonlight, her silver eyes looking at him calmly.

Damian’s smile froze. "M-Master..."

Selvara looked at him for a moment. "I already knew you would be like this."

Damian’s mouth twitched.

Selvara continued calmly, "Go back and rest. Tomorrow, I will take you around the sect myself."

Damian frowned slightly, then sighed. "Yes, Master."

Somehow, his sightseeing plan had died before it even began.

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The next morning, Damian was once again pulled out of his peaceful rest by Selvara.

After yesterday’s brutal training, his body still felt sore, and his soul still felt like it had been beaten flat with a sword.

But Selvara did not seem to care.

She only looked at him calmly and said, "Come with me."

Damian did not dare refuse.

A short while later, Selvara brought him to the main peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Compared to Selvara’s quiet mountain peak, the main peak was much grander.

Tall palace halls stood between clouds, massive sword statues lined the stone paths, and streams of sword Qi flowed through the air like invisible rivers.

Disciples moved carefully around the area, and every single one of them carried a sharp aura.

Damian followed behind Selvara while secretly looking around. "Damn... this place really screams rich and dangerous."

Soon, the two of them entered a large hall.

At the center of the hall sat a middle-aged man in a dark-blue robe. His face was calm, refined, and dignified, but his eyes carried the sharpness of someone who had seen countless battles.

This man was the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Arven Talis.

The moment Arven saw Selvara walk in with Damian behind her, he raised an eyebrow.

"Selvara," he said slowly. "You came here this early. Is something wrong?"

Selvara calmly cupped her hands. "Sect Master, this is Damian. From today onward, he is my disciple."

Damian quickly bowed as well. "Greetings, Sect Master."

Arven’s eyebrow rose even higher.

"Your disciple?" he asked, clearly surprised. "Since when did you suddenly start taking disciples?"

Then his gaze moved to Damian, sizing him up from head to toe.

After a moment, Arven nodded slightly. "Although... he is quite handsome."

Damian’s mouth twitched.

"Was that really the first thing the Sect Master noticed?"

Selvara’s expression did not change. "He activated the token."

Arven’s face immediately became more serious.

"The token..." he muttered.

After a moment, he sighed. "I see. That token, huh?"

Clearly, he knew what Selvara meant.

His gaze returned to Damian, this time with more attention. "But is he worth it?"

Damian felt his back stiffen slightly.

Selvara answered calmly, "A promise is a promise."

Arven looked at her for a few seconds before sighing again. "Of course you would say that."

He leaned back slightly and waved his hand. "Fine. Since he activated the token and you accepted him, the sect will acknowledge him as your core disciple."

Damian secretly relaxed.

Arven then asked, "So what are you planning to do now?"

Selvara replied, "I will take him around the sect, introduce him to the other disciples, and let him understand the Heavenly Sword Sect properly."

Arven nodded. "Good. He should at least know where he lives now."

Then he looked at Damian. "Damian, since you are Selvara’s disciple, don’t embarrass her name."

Damian cupped his hands. "I understand, Sect Master."

Selvara nodded slightly, then turned around and left the hall with Damian.

After that, she brought him around the main areas of the sect.

She showed him the Mission Hall, the Scripture Pavilion, the Sword Trial Platform, the Pill Hall, the Weapon Hall, and several public training grounds.

Everywhere they went, disciples turned to look and whispered quietly after recognizing Selvara.

Damian, however, had another problem.

His eyes moved across the many female disciples passing by, but no multiplier appeared above them.

Not even one.

Damian frowned slightly.

"Damn... there are so many women here, but why is there no multiplier?"

Then he suddenly remembered something important.

His system was called Villainess Breaker.

That meant the targets were probably not just any beautiful women, but the ones destined to become villainesses.

Damian’s mouth twitched.

"This is a righteous sect... Don’t tell me I need to go to a demonic sect to find more targets?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

For a moment, that thought actually made sense.

But then Damian quickly shook his head because he had already joined the Heavenly Sword Sect. He could not just run off and join some demonic sect.

Besides, he still had Violetta, Vulkara, and most importantly, Elder Selvara.

A five-hundred-times multiplier.

That number alone was enough to make his heart beat faster.

Damian quietly glanced at Selvara’s back.

"Forget random targets for now. I need to make a plan."

If he could trigger a critical reward from his master...

Damian swallowed slightly.