Heavenly Harem Sect

Chapter 223 The Reincarnated Matriarch

[: 3rd POV :]

Upon an empty throne, a woman sat with an air of indifference, her gaze fixed upon the vacant hall.

Although her expression appeared nonchalant, beneath the surface, a whirlwind of emotions churned within her.

Draped in a stunning red dress that accentuated her every curve, she possessed facial features that could captivate the heart of anyone who laid eyes upon her.

She appeared serenely poised, but there was an unmistakable air of sorrow and a pervasive aura of solitude that surrounded her.

As the matriarch of the Quil Household, she bore the weight of her unique identity and responsibilities.

To the casual observer, she might have seemed like an ordinary woman, but beneath that exterior lay a complex and mysterious existence.

Zena's face remained a mask, skillfully concealing the turmoil that brewed beneath the surface.

Her emotions, though concealed, ran deep, and the secrets she held close were like shadows lurking in the corners of her heart.

In truth, Zena was not originally from the mortal world.

She hailed from the Immortal Realm, a place where the strong rule and the weak bowed in submission.

Born into a renowned family, Zena was destined for greatness in the world of cultivation.

She was once a formidable cultivator, a name to be reckoned with among the powerful families of her realm.

With her exceptional talent, Zena ascended through the ranks of cultivation.

Her remarkable abilities earned her the coveted position of Noble Leader, a role that many envy, especially considering her family's status as one of the top ten strongest clans.

However, her journey to the pinnacle of power was not without its sacrifices.

One fateful night, Zena fell victim to a treacherous ambush by a group of rogue cultivators, seeking vengeance against her clan.

Her death came suddenly and unexpectedly, leaving an immense void in her heart.

"Cursed those bastards!"

Zena's teeth clenched, her eyes seething with hatred as she gripped the armrest of her throne.

The memory of her betrayal and murder fueled her anger, a simmering fire that had never truly extinguished.

"How could they have done such a thing to me, the heiress of the Quil Family?!"

She cried out, her voice echoing with indignation.

The assassination had served as a cruel reminder that even in the Immortal Realm, the strong could be brought low by the treacherous actions of the weak.

The only way to survive was to constantly be on guard and eliminate any potential threats.

In the days that followed, her thoughts revolved around the bitter unfairness of her predicament.

She had dedicated years of tireless effort, honing her skills and amassing wealth, only to see it all vanish in a single, treacherous night.

The injustice gnawed at her, yet Zena knew that she couldn't linger in the past.

Zena understood that her focus had to be on the present, on making the best of her new life.

"I'll make sure that one day, I'll have those bastards' heads!"

She declared with fiery determination, causing the arms of the throne to shatter into pieces.

Her loss had not dampened her ambition.

Instead, she channelled her death into a powerful motivation, vowing to ascend once more to the pinnacle and rebuild what she had lost.

Reborn in a lower realm world, her immediate goal was to cultivate and breakthrough, to re-enter the Immortal Realm.

However, achieving such aspirations came with its fair share of difficulties.

"Why, out of all those thousands of immortal realms, had I been reincarnated in one of the lower realm worlds? Is fate playing a joke on me?"

She questioned herself, grappling with the reality of her new existence.

"Why did I do to deserve this?"

Zena's laughter turned maniacal as she grappled with the weight of her circumstances.

"Laugh all you want, I will still have my revenge in the end," she asserted, her resolve unshaken.

However, her thoughts were interrupted when a mysterious man suddenly materialized before her and the others, sending a jolt of shock through Zena.

"What happened!? How did he get here!? I couldn't even sense him! T-This is impossible!"

She stammered, flustered and alarmed.

A sense of grave danger enveloped her.

Despite her current weakness, her training in the Immortal Realm had honed her skills, and she possessed techniques that could be used in this new world.

But even with her abilities, she couldn't detect the man's sudden presence.

Reincarnation had taught Zena not to underestimate anyone, regardless of their apparent weakness.

The unexpected appearance of this stranger served as a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked in her path.

Zena remained on guard as the man appeared before her, her wariness palpable in the air.

"Don't be alarmed, I'm not here to hurt you, young lady," the man reassured her with a mysterious smile, attempting to put her at ease.

"W-Who are you?"

She inquired, her voice quivering slightly.

Despite his comforting words, she found it difficult to trust him.

Nonetheless, she couldn't sense any hostile intent from him, which puzzled her.

"It's simple. I'm Daniel," he introduced himself.

"Daniel, is that so," Zena replied, her guard relaxing slightly.

"Well, Daniel, can you please tell me who you are and why you broke into the residence of my Quil household?"

She asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

She wanted to glean as much information as possible without offending this enigmatic visitor.

"That's a very simple question. It's because I came to recruit you,"

Daniel declared, his words direct and to the point.

"Recruit? I don't get it,"

Zena confessed, shaking her head in confusion.

"It's quite simple, actually. I'm the sect leader of the Heavenly Harem Sect, and I'm here to recruit you as the Elder of my sect. What do you think of it?"

Daniel explained, providing more context about himself.

"Heavenly Harem Sect!?"

Zena's shock deepened, her disbelief palpable.

She had heard of the sect before, particularly the extraordinary event that had transpired some time ago, but it had always seemed unbelievable to her.

The ability to spread one's influence throughout the world was unheard of in her realm, and she had never encountered any immortals capable of such a feat.

The concept of spreading influence and piercing through the minds of countless cultivators wasn't just about having a massive amount of spiritual qi or a high cultivation base.

It also required a profound mental fortitude, the ability to effortlessly intrude into the consciousness of others.

Zena, who had once been immortal, could confidently attest that no cultivator in the mortal realm could penetrate her mental defences.

Yet, someone had not only accomplished it with ease but had done so on a global scale.

This revelation left her deeply shaken, as not even the supreme masters or the ancient beings of the Immortal Realm possessed such a capability.

Knowing that there was someone out there with such extraordinary power, she resolved to seek out this individual.

She was determined to become his disciple or, at the very least, to request his assistance, no matter what it took.

The potential mentor she sought held the key to answers that had eluded her for far too long.

'I know that finding that person wouldn't be easy, but I never thought he would appear in front of me... but is he really the same person?'

Zena harboured doubts about whether the man before her was truly the individual she had been seeking.

Though he had materialized without her notice, she found it difficult to fully trust him.

Daniel, perceptive as ever, understood the turmoil of her thoughts.

In the end, he decided to employ a certain trick.

"What are you thinking of?"

The voice that echoed in Zena's mind was the same as that time, and as she looked toward the man, he wore a charming smile.

"Is there something bothering you?"

Once again, Daniel's voice reverberated in her mind, and this time, Zena was thoroughly convinced.

The connection was unmistakable, and she had finally found the person she had been searching for.

"F-Forgive me, great master, I never expected that you'd appear right in front of me,"

Zena's attitude toward Daniel underwent a profound transformation, replaced by deep respect and admiration.

Daniel, somewhat taken aback by the level of reverence she held for him despite not yet being a part of his sect, reassured her, saying, "It's alright; you can lift your head up."

With a wide smile, Zena raised her head, her eyes sparkling with newfound enthusiasm.

"Alright, as I had said earlier, are you willing to join the sect?" Daniel inquired.

"Young Master, I can't be any happier. Even if you'd ask me to jump off a cliff, I'd willingly do it,"

She declared passionately, her loyalty evident.

"Good. You seem pretty loyal, and loyalty is the most important thing I look for when choosing a member for my sect,"

Daniel replied, pleased with her unwavering commitment.

"Yes, Young Master!"

Zena responded obediently, her dedication resolute and unwavering.

She was ready to do whatever it takes, however, the next few minutes greatly shattered her expectation.