Origin Lust Sword System



Unknowingly, Vile Horn Snakes were on their knees.

"Heh, it only took that much, huh? And here I was, hoping to play with you guys for a bit." Cyrus sneered in disdain as a pitch-black phantom of a serpent.

Although it was yet to materialize fully, the terrifying aura it emitted was no joke. It was one of the abilities of the Venomous Monarch Sutra he was intimating. The Venomous Monarch Phantom!

Although it took a massive toll on his body and Qi, he knew it was worth it as long as he made those grade-8 snakes fully submit to him. So, he canceled the ability, and the pressure vanished.

Aveline, at some point, was also shocked awake by the phantom, but unlike the five-pale kneeling snakes, she felt extremely close to it, not terrifying at all.

Cyrus glanced at her and said in a voice only she could hear, "This is one of many abilities you will be able to use the higher you cultivate."

Aveline was filled with reverence for Cyrus at this moment, and she no longer had any qualms about accepting her new status anymore.

Then she finally noticed the five kneeling snakes and was astounded when she saw her mistress and the most powerful figures of her tribe. A complicated glint flashed past her eyes, but she remained silent as she knew they were no longer in the same league, and their fates would be completely different from now on.

After the terrifying suppression vanished, the five Vile Horn Snakes were finally able to breathe normally and looked at Cyrus with clear fear, no longer daring to have any thoughts of fighting. Their spirits were completely crushed!

"W-who are you?" Benedict asked with trepidation after collecting himself.

Cyrus smilingly replied, "From this moment forth, your maker!"

His overbearing words no longer angered them as they all knew this was a cold hard fact!

"Alright, now start the migration. I don't like to waste more time. My conditions are the same. I will give you a new and higher-level place where you guys can thrive under me, and one day, one of your descendants might have the qualification to be like little Aveline here.

"While in retune, I will take your resources. Furthermore, I can sense those two old snakes have a little over seven years to live. So, I'll bestow a new cultivation method on your tribe, and if they are able to break through into 9th grade, they can gain another one thousand years of lifespan.

"If you have anything to add, now is the time," Cyrus stated dismissively.

The 1st and 2nd Elders' eyes shimmered with astonishment when Cyrus saw through their conditions, and then mirth followed suit as Cyrus gave them exactly what they wanted.

"Thank you, your majesty!" The old snakes sincerely thanked him.

Benedict and Iyla also became excited and followed suit, "Thank you, your majesty!"

"Alright, since you guys are content, make haste." Cyrus dismissed them.

Right at this moment, Iyla seemed to be thinking of something before she hesitantly spoke, "If I may, Your Majesty?"

Cyrus looked at the enthralling snake beauty and said, "You may."

Iyla promptly said, "Thank you. You see, we have eight subordinary clans under us, and they are all quite loyal. I-if you permit."

"Oh?" Cyrus was secretly glad about where Iyla was going. He nodded, "Take them in if they are willing. But if they make trouble, you guys will be the ones to answer to me."

"They won't!" Iyla quickly promised.

"So be it. You have 30 days. I'll be waiting right here. But after the time is over, whoever left can only blame themselves." Cyrus stated as he gave a deadline.

He knew this sort of mass migration would take some time, but he didn't want to miss this chance to reevaluate his dimension's forces.

'Those guys should be fine for a month without me, right?' Cyrus thought as he could only believe in his five women.

Furthermore, he was planning on sending the Ice Lion King to report the situation anyway and also with some specific instructions. So, no one would dare to have any different ideas.

In the meanwhile, he was planning on further practicing the Primal Sword Dance to further strengthen his foundation of the sword.

"We obey your orders!" Iyla quickly agreed before looking at her husband, "Let's go."

Virulent was absent-mindedly staring at Aveline, who was looking back at her, but for some reason, she felt she was not the little girl she knew anymore.

Iyla noticed it and could only sigh ruefully for her daughter while she was also envious of Aveline. The obedient and sheepish maid suddenly sour into the sky while they had fallen from grace.

'Fate really plays tricks sometimes…' She thought bitterly.

But still, she was a sly woman and said respectfully to Cyrus, "Your Majesty, can my daughter stay here with little Aveline? She didn't have any use back in the clan, and they were both childhood friends. Only if you permit it."

'This snake…' Cyrus instantly saw through Iyla's intention, but he was too lazy to bother by it. He had already instructed Aveline, and if she still didn't get it, then it was not worth further teaching her.

Furthermore, he wasn't against Aveline having friends or family, but he wanted to see if she could change her behavior in accordance with her new status or not. So, it was a good chance.

"I have no issue." Cyrus coolly stated.

Virulent was bewildered as this was too sudden and looked at her mother, who had a charming smile filled with deep meaning, "Behave, alright? We'll be back."

Benedict and the two old snakes also understood Virulent intentions as they glanced at Aveline behind Cyrus, and their eyes lit up. But they knew better to say anything and quickly thanked Cyrus again before quickly heading toward the dimension gate. They had many things to finish in 30 days!

Virulent was filled with indignation as she knew her mother had sold her out and looked at Cyrus and Aveline and didn't know what to do.

Cyrus impassively said at this moment, "Since you're staying, I'll give you the cultivation method I was supposed to give your clan later. You can then distribute it to them. You can cultivate together with little Aveline here!"