Heaven Path Supreme Sect – Celestial Tribunal Hall
A ragged Nascent-Soul elder, the only high-realm survivor of the Crimson Asura catastrophe, knelt before the sect patriarch, blood still dripping from his torn robes.
"I personally handed Aurora Luminous the Celestial Execution Bell because of the threat named Ace Lusteria.
I never imagined she would turn it on her own allies, slaughter 127 geniuses, and steal the inheritance for herself and those two traitors."
The patriarch, an ancient being whose beard touched the floor, closed his eyes for a long moment.
Then he spoke, voice calm but carrying the weight of divine judgment.
"Post new bounties.
Aurora Luminous, Cassandra Yue, Seraphiel "Sera" Luminous, wanted dead.
Reward: two complete immortal inheritances + permanent seat in the Celestial Council.
The elder bowed and vanished to carry out the order.
Within hours, every jade screen in the nine realms updated:
WANTED – THE TRAITOR TRINITY
Aurora Luminous & accomplices
Crimes: mass murder of allied geniuses, theft of sect treasures, framing House Lust
Reward: alive preferred, dead acceptable
Meanwhile – House of Lust hidden pocket dimension, grand shower palace
Crimson light faded.
Me, Kai, Riven (now all late Golden Core), Azrath, Tamamo, Seraphine, Lian, and 2,000 servants materialized in the massive marble bathhouse.
Steam rose. Spiritual springs bubbled.
I stepped out of the teleport circle, Celestial Execution Bell casually hanging from my belt like a trophy.
Everyone else followed, laughing, bragging, comparing new cultivation bases.
Azrath ruffled my hair hard enough to crack a normal skull.
"Little monster. You turned an entire realm into your personal breakthrough altar."
Tamamo flicked a tail against my cheek. "Grandpa is throwing a celebration banquet. Try not to start a war before dessert."
Lian, wrapped in a towel, still dazed from mommy-roleplay withdrawal, raised a shaky thumbs-up.
"I… carried the luggage very well…"
Kai and Riven were already wrestling in the water, trying to drown each other for fun.
I leaned back against the pool edge, closed my eyes, and let the spiritual liquid wash away the blood.
For the first time in weeks, silence.
No bounties on my head.
No fleets hunting me.
Just family, power, and the sweetest inheritance in history safely stored in my ring.
The nine realms had a new boogeyman now: Aurora's traitor trio.
Ace Lusteria?
Just another rich young master enjoying his bath.
Somewhere far away – Lawless Void Territory
A battered flying boat limped through asteroid storms.
Inside, Aurora, Cassandra, and Sera sat in exhausted silence.
Aurora's glasses were cracked.
Cassandra's sword was broken.
Sera's bowstring had snapped.
Wanted posters with their faces glowed on every surface.
Aurora finally spoke, voice hoarse.
"We burned every bridge. For nothing."
Cassandra laughed, bitter. "At least we're free."
Sera stared out at the endless void.
"No. We just traded one monster for an entire universe of them."
The boat vanished into the lawless dark.
Back in the shower palace
I opened one eye, smirked at nothing, and rang the Celestial Execution Bell once—just because I could.
DONG.
The sound echoed through the pocket dimension like a king announcing his coronation.
Let the realms chase ghosts.
I was already ten steps ahead.
Lusteria Main Palace – Patriarch's Private Wing, midnight
Asmodeus Kain Veyl, ancient demon king, six horns, eyes like molten gold, aura that made reality itself blush, strode through the obsidian corridors fresh from the Celestial Auction.
He paused outside a familiar door.
Soft wet slaps.
Feminine moans.
The occasional deep grunt.
He pushed the door open without knocking.
Inside:
Valthorne Greysoul (the thousand-year-old butler who had literally seen empires rise and fall) had Lilith bent over the velvet chaise, pounding her from behind with the calm precision of a man making tea.
Lilith's newly regenerated legs were wrapped around the butler's waist, her nails carving grooves into the priceless wood, moaning loud enough to wake the dead.
The second Asmodeus stepped in, Valthorne didn't miss a beat.
He simply straightened, still buried to the hilt, and bowed respectfully.
"My lord patriarch. Welcome home."
Asmodeus nodded once, already shrugging off his cloak.
Lilith's eyes rolled back as Asmodeus slid in behind her (seamless tag-team), taking Valthorne's place without a single second of downtime.
Wet sounds resumed instantly, deeper, harder.
Asmodeus gripped her hips, voice casual as if discussing weather.
"Status report."
Valthorne adjusted his cracked monocle and began reciting like he was reading the morning paper.
"The Young Master Ace, Kai, and Riven successfully broke through to late Golden Core via the 90,000-corpse Asura ritual.
The Celestial Execution Bell is now in Young Master Ace's possession.
Aurora Luminous, Cassandra Yue, and Seraphiel Luminous have been branded traitors by every major sect; bounties issued.
Tamamo-nee has acquired two thousand replacement servants.
Lian Wuxin has been officially adopted as emotional support baggage."
Each sentence perfectly timed with a thrust.
Lilith could only gasp "yes—ah—yes my lord—" between moans.
Asmodeus listened, nodding thoughtfully, hips never slowing.
"Good. The boy exceeded expectations.
And the Heaven Path dogs are chasing their own tails. Perfect."
He leaned down, bit Lilith's ear, and growled,
"Send invitations to every major power:
House Lust will host the 'Victory & Ascension Banquet' in seven days.
Ace will be formally introduced as my successor candidate."
Valthorne bowed again.
"Shall I prepare the usual entertainment, my lord?"
Asmodeus grinned, slamming deep enough to make Lilith scream.
"Triple it.
I want orgies that last a week and wine that burns souls.
Let the realms see what real power looks like."
He finished inside her with a roar that cracked the ceiling.
Lilith collapsed forward, panting, come leaking down her thighs, delirious smile on her face.
Valthorne calmly pulled up his trousers, bowed, and left to carry out orders.
Asmodeus lit a cigar made of phoenix ash, exhaled smoke shaped like crowns.
"Seven days.
Then we remind the universe who the real kings are."
Far away, in Tamamo's mansion
I was in the middle of a very enthusiastic "celebratory pile" with Kai, Riven, three succubi, and one very flexible fox princess when my private jade buzzed.
Grandfather's seal.
Message:
"Banquet in seven days. Wear something intimidating.
You're being crowned heir apparent.
Don't be late."
I looked down at the tangled bodies around me, grinned, and rang the Celestial Execution Bell once—just to watch everyone freeze mid-moan.
"Pack your best robes, family.
We're going home."