Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 486: Taking Ancient Ling Clan As a Vassal

With the four wounded prodigies branded as treasonous fugitives across the entire empire and forced to flee north into the freezing, lawless badlands beyond the imperial passes to tend their shattered bones, a deep, peaceful calm settled over Alaric’s rapidly expanding domains.

Autumn faded into the biting frosts of early winter, and then the heavy snows of the twelfth month blanketed both the northern mountains of Azure Fall City and the central valleys of Cloud-Mist Province.

Nearly a full year had passed since Alaric first stepped onto the soil of the Eastern Continent with Lin Ruoli, Lilliana, and Ceanna.

During these snow-draped winter months, Alaric’s personal cultivation remained fixed at the absolute pinnacle of Level 69 Peak Archmage. Because of the strict mandate of his system, he could not break through the mortal threshold to Level 70 and the Elder Mage realm until he completed all ten rungs of [The Emperor’s Ladder].

Yet sitting at five out of ten on that ladder—with Su Xinyue, Zhao Mengxue, Cui Yulan, Yan Ruyu, and Ning Wan’er completely devoted to him body and soul—Alaric felt no need for reckless haste.

Instead, he used the winter months to harden the foundations of his shadow empire on both sides of the ocean.

Every two weeks, Alaric stepped through the subterranean spirit-vein gate beneath Azure Fall City to spend several days back in the Western Continent at Steele Manor, the Unified Jorailian Palace, and the Mystic Ice Sect.

In the West, all of the children across his estates were thriving under the protection of the Seventh-Order barrier network: at Steele Manor, Fiora’s firstborn toddler Aurelius was growing into a strong, energetic boy alongside the healthy infants born to Princess Griselda, Matriarch Lyra, and Aunt Cassandra, while at Azure Fortress and the Sunken Pearl Annex, Archmage Priscilla’s secret son and the royal babies of Margaret, Josephine, Kate, and Elaine were growing stronger every day. And in the middle of that first winter month at Steele Manor, Cousin Fiora safely delivered her second child—a healthy, golden-haired baby girl with Alaric’s bright ruby eyes and a natural affinity for both Battle Aura and arcane mana.

Meanwhile, Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose, Queen Margaret, Royal Consort Josephine, and Queen Kate of Strathmore—assisted by the three Peak Archmages Maelis, Priscilla, and Zylle Mordan, along with Iridelle and Natasha—had turned the Western Continent into a unified, prosperous powerhouse. The remaining pockets of lesser demons left behind after Lord Ingranad’s defeat were systematically hunted down for their cores by Brita Kuusk’s strike teams, while Siren Queen Kyss’andra patrolled the deep ocean trenches to ensure no naval threat could ever approach the western coast.

Once he had spoiled Griselda, Fiora, Ondine, Margaret, Josephine, Maelis, Priscilla, and Meng Yao in the West, Alaric returned through the dimensional gate to the Eastern Continent with Matriarch Lyra Steele, Aunt Cassandra Galanis, and his two maids, Kara and Ulriya.

In the second month of winter, Alaric turned his attention to a long-promised piece of business in the central-southern mountains: the ancestral seat of the Ling Ancient Clan.

Back when Alaric had first entered the Yao Clan’s Secret Realm alongside Ling Ying, he had learned that the Ling Clan was the weakest of the four great Ancient Clans of the Celestial Dragon Empire. Because the Ling Clan lacked a Half-Step Martial Emperor of the younger generation and their ancestral spirit-herb valleys were gradually drying up, they had been forced for years to rely heavily on First Prince Huang Wei’s Vanguard faction to protect their trade routes.

Now, however, First Prince Huang Wei was disgraced and locked atop a reflection cliff in the capital, and the Northeastern Vanguard belonged entirely to Noble Consort Cui Yulan.

More importantly, over the past ten months of absorbing Alaric’s potent Yang essence and bathing in the mist of the Earth-Heart Profound Spirit Vein, the Ling Clan’s young heiress, Ling Ying, had not only mastered the seventh and eighth layers of the Emerald Gale Arts—she had surged all the way from an Early-Stage Martial King to a newly ascended Late-Stage Martial King!

On a crisp, sunlit morning in deep winter, three grand flying carriages pulled by feathered spirit-steeds descended toward the emerald-tiled roofs of Profound Ling City, nestled inside a misty mountain basin three hundred miles south of Cloud-Mist Province.

Stepping out of the lead carriage at the gates of the Ancestral Ling Estate was Ling Ying, dressed in a magnificent, fur-trimmed robe of deep emerald brocade that accentuated her tall, full-figured hourglass frame, her heavy, swaying breasts, and her wide, lush hips.

Walking right beside her, holding her soft hand openly in front of the gathered clan guards, was Alaric in a handsome winter coat of black sable and gold thread—accompanied by Matriarch Lyra Steele, Aunt Cassandra Galanis, Noble Consort Cui Yulan, Imperial Consort De Yan Ruyu, and the two maids, Kara and Ulriya.

Waiting at the top of the ancestral hall steps was Ling Ying’s grandfather, Patriarch Ling Zhen—a white-haired Half-Step Martial Emperor whose face was lined with months of worry over the empire’s shifting political winds—flanked by the six senior elders of the Ling Clan.

“Ying’er! You have finally returned home!” Patriarch Ling Zhen stepped forward quickly, his aged eyes sweeping over the unfamiliar, terrifyingly powerful figures of Cui Yulan, Yan Ruyu, Lyra, and Cassandra before landing on his granddaughter.

The moment Patriarch Ling Zhen’s spiritual sense brushed against Ling Ying’s aura, the old Half-Step Martial Emperor stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw dropping open in stunned disbelief!

“L-Late-Stage Martial King?!” Patriarch Ling Zhen gasped, his voice echoing across the marble courtyard as the six senior elders behind him sucked in sharp breaths of cold air! “Ying’er… when you departed for the Yao Clan’s Secret Realm less than a year ago, you had only just stepped into the Early-Stage Martial King realm! How in the name of our ancestors has your Emerald Gale Battle Aura reached the Late-Stage in ten months without a single trace of foundation instability?!”

Ling Ying smiled brightly, her fair cheeks warming with a proud, affectionate glow as she leaned her voluptuous shoulder against Alaric’s arm and looked at her grandfather.

“Grandfather, let us speak inside the Ancestral Council Hall and activate the clan’s sound-isolation barrier,” Ling Ying said smoothly. “Everything I have achieved—and the future prosperity of our entire Ling Clan—is thanks to the man standing beside me, and the esteemed ladies who have graced our mountain today.”

Ten minutes later, inside the heavily warded Ancestral Council Hall of the Ling Clan, Patriarch Ling Zhen and the six senior elders sat on the edge of their rosewood chairs, their hands trembling around their teacups as they stared at the guests seated across from them.

On the left sat Noble Consort Cui Yulan—showing her Border Marshal Golden Tiger-Tally and releasing a wisp of her Peak-Stage Martial King Suanni lightning—alongside Imperial Consort De Yan Ruyu, who calmly adjusted her silver-rimmed spectacles while displaying the Chief Arbiter’s Seal of the Inner Court!

On the right sat two exotic, golden-haired Western Martial Kings—Lyra and Cassandra—along with two young maids whose Peak Grand Mage mana hummed with sixth-tier arcane mastery.

And at the head of the guest seats sat Alaric, with the proud heiress of their clan, Ling Ying, kneeling gracefully on a silk cushion right beside his knee to pour his tea like a devoted wife!

Usually, seeing their precious clan heiress kneel and pour tea for a young man would have made the proud elders of an Ancient Clan bristle with anger.

Yet before Patriarch Ling Zhen could even ask a question, Alaric waved his right hand across the polished stone floor of the council hall.

THUD—HUMMMMM!

Two massive, rune-locked spatial chests materialized on the carpet, their lids swinging open to reveal ten thousand supreme-grade spirit stones, fifty jade vials of purified Earth-Heart Spirit Marrow from Azure Fall City, and three complete, Newly Restored Eighth-Grade Wind-Attribute Martial Emperor Scrolls that Alaric had synthesized from the royal archives and eastern vaults!

The dense, liquefied spiritual energy rising from just one open vial of the Earth-Heart Spirit Marrow caused the bottleneck that had trapped Patriarch Ling Zhen at the lower threshold of the Half-Step Martial Emperor realm for forty years to visibly loosen on the spot!

“This liquid… this is three-thousand-year-old Earth-Heart Spirit Marrow!” Patriarch Ling Zhen stood up so fast his chair nearly tipped over, his eyes wide with shock as he looked from the open chests to Alaric, and then to Noble Consort Cui Yulan and Imperial Consort De. “Even the Imperial Treasury in the capital holds less than three vials of this divine nectar! Lord Alaric… Noble Consort Cui… Imperial Consort De… what is the meaning of this?”

“The meaning is very simple, Patriarch Ling,” Alaric spoke, his calm, magnetic voice carrying the subtle, undeniable weight of his [Emperor’s Presence] as he rested his hand warmly atop Ling Ying’s dark hair. “Your granddaughter Ling Ying belongs to me. Through my guidance and resources, she is already a Late-Stage Martial King, and within another year, she will step past the Half-Step Martial Emperor threshold.”

He let his ruby eyes sweep calmly over the stunned old patriarch and the six elders.

“For the past twenty years, the Ling Clan has been slowly strangled by Emperor Huang Long’s court,” Alaric continued evenly. “Your ancestral spirit veins are thinning, and you were forced to tie your merchant caravans to First Prince Huang Wei just to keep the other clans from swallowing your southern trade routes. Now, First Prince Huang Wei is finished, and as you can see before you, Border Marshal Cui Yulan, Imperial Consort De, Imperial Consort Xian, Imperial Consort Shu, and Virtuous Consort Ning all stand under my banner, along with the four northeastern and central provinces.”

Noble Consort Cui Yulan spoke up in her crisp, commanding voice: “Patriarch Ling, the choice before the Ling Clan today requires no hesitation. Emperor Huang Long uses the Ancient Clans as disposable shields against the Rimefrost Imperium while plotting to strip your foundations. Swear your clan’s secret allegiance to Master Alaric today, integrate all Ling Clan trade routes and intelligence posts across the southern provinces into our Directorate, and Master Alaric will provide enough Earth-Heart Spirit Marrow to revive your ancestral spirit spring and push you to the Peak of the Half-Step Martial Emperor realm!”

Ling Ying looked at her grandfather with bright, earnest emerald eyes, resting her cheek fondly against Alaric’s thigh. “Grandfather, Alaric has treated me like a queen since the day we met, and our house has never had a greater opportunity to rise above the other clans. Do not hesitate!”

Patriarch Ling Zhen looked at his radiant granddaughter—whose cultivation now surpassed every elder in the hall except himself—then looked at the two Imperial Consorts of Emperor Huang Long calmly endorsing this young sovereign, and finally at the fifty vials of immortal spirit marrow gleaming on the floor.

A man did not live for centuries as the head of an Ancient Clan by being slow to recognize where true power lay.

Without a single word of protest from the six elders behind him, Patriarch Ling Zhen stepped out from behind his chair, dropped to one knee on the carpet before Alaric, and bowed his white head deeply!

“The Ling Ancient Clan has waited three hundred years for a true dragon to lift us back to the heavens!” Patriarch Ling Zhen declared solemnly, offering up the emerald jade Ancestral Command Seal of the Ling Clan with both hands. “From this day forward, every caravan, every elder, and every blade of Profound Ling City serves Lord Alaric and our Young Mistress!”

Alaric smiled faintly, tapping his finger to imprint a subtle, unbreakable soul-contract rune onto the Ling Clan’s ancestral seal before returning it to the patriarch’s hands and gesturing for him to rise.

Without shedding a single drop of blood or firing a single spell, the entire southern trade and intelligence network of the Ling Ancient Clan was folded seamlessly into his hands.

That night, high atop the highest peak of Profound Ling City, the ancestral Sky-Breeze Pavilion—which had been reserved for centuries for the clan’s most honored sovereign guests—was wrapped in a shimmering dome of Alaric’s sixth-tier Sound-Severing and Climate-Warming Wards.

Outside the carved sandalwood railings, delicate white snowflakes drifted past the glowing green lanterns and vanished into the misty mountain abyss below.

Inside the pavilion’s expansive inner bedchamber and adjoining steaming jade bath, however, the temperature was as warm as a tropical summer night.

To celebrate the bloodless absorption of her entire clan and her advancement to the Late-Stage Martial King realm, Ling Ying had personally prepared the pavilion’s forty-foot sunken bed of emerald-green cloud-silk and soft white Swan-down bolsters—and joining her on the silk sheets tonight were Matriarch Lyra Steele, Aunt Cassandra Galanis, Noble Consort Cui Yulan, Imperial Consort De Yan Ruyu, and the two curvy Grand Mage maids, Kara and Ulriya.

In the center of the emerald silk bed, Alaric lay back against a pile of gold-embroidered pillows, completely naked, his chiseled, muscular frame gleaming with a light sheen of sweat and scented orchid oil.

Straddling his hips in the place of honor tonight was the newly crowned Late-Stage Martial King of the house: Ling Ying.

The tall, full-figured heiress of the Ling Clan was completely naked save for a single thin chain of emerald spirit-gems draped around her narrow waist and her long, glossy dark hair tumbling over her bare shoulders. Her massive, heavy breasts—so full and round that they spilled out wider than her ribcage when she leaned forward—bounced and swayed with a lush, hypnotic rhythm directly in front of Alaric’s face, her stiff, dark-pink nipples glistening with saliva from where Alaric and Cassandra had just been sucking them.

Beneath her wide, fertile hips and thick, sculpted thighs, all nine scorching inches of Alaric’s rock-hard shaft were disappearing repeatedly into her soaking-wet, velvety core with loud, wet slaps that echoed across the sandalwood rafters!

“Ahhh… Mmmph! Master… Alaric!” Ling Ying moaned in a rich, breathless contralto, bracing her palms against Alaric’s hard pectoral muscles as she rolled her wide hips in deep, greedy circles before bouncing hard up and down on his lap. “Being back in my own ancestral bedroom… on the very bed where my elders used to tell me I had to stay a pure maiden for the clan’s future… and riding your massive cock until my womb is overflowing… Haaah! It feels so good I’m going to go crazy!”

On Alaric’s left side, Matriarch Lyra Steele knelt naked on the emerald silk sheets, her golden blonde hair brushing against Ling Ying’s sweat-slicked shoulder as Lyra reached around from behind to cup both of Ling Ying’s massive, bouncing breasts in her palms—squeezing the plush, fair flesh together while pressing soft kisses against Ling Ying’s neck.

“You have a body made to bear a king’s heirs, little sister,” Lyra purred warmly in her aristocratic voice, pinching Ling Ying’s stiff nipples in rhythm with Alaric’s powerful upward thrusts from below. “Look how deeply you swallow all nine inches of my son’s shaft—even your lower belly is bulging every time he hits your cervix!”

“M-Matriarch Lyra… Ohhh! When you pinch my breasts like that while Master thrusts up into me, my Emerald Gale Qi goes completely wild!” Ling Ying cried out, her emerald eyes rolling back in ecstasy as her Late-Stage Martial King inner walls clamped down around Alaric’s throbbing length like a hot, rhythmic vise!

Meanwhile, on Alaric’s right side, Aunt Cassandra Galanis and Imperial Consort De Yan Ruyu were engaged in a shameless, heated competition of their own.

Wearing nothing but her steamed-over silver-rimmed spectacles, the formerly strict Chief Arbiter of Emperor Huang Long’s Inner Court was kneeling between Alaric’s parted knees right beside Cassandra—both women pressing their heavy, bare breasts against the insides of Alaric’s muscular thighs while taking turns darting their hot pink tongues forward to lick his heavy, cum-churning sac and lap up the sweet Yin juices pouring down from where Ling Ying’s stretched pink folds met the base of his plunging shaft!

“Your tongue has gotten much faster since Azure Fall City, Sister Ruyu,” Cassandra teased breathily, her purple eyes sparkling as she paused from licking the left side of Alaric’s shaft to kiss Yan Ruyu’s wet red lips right underneath Ling Ying’s bouncing buttocks, sharing the taste of Ling Ying’s arousal and Alaric’s pre-cum between their mouths! “Who would have guessed an imperial judge could be such an eager little slut on the sheets?”

“Mmph… haaa… Only for Master,” Yan Ruyu whispered huskily as their lips parted, her sharp phoenix eyes dark and glazed with lust behind her spectacles as she pushed her own wide, pale buttocks back against Noble Consort Cui Yulan’s hand, who was kneeling behind her sliding two wet fingers in and out of Yan Ruyu’s dripping pussy to keep her primed for her turn! “When Master is done breeding Sister Ying’s womb, I want him to fold my legs over my head just like he did on the first night in the hot springs!”

Down at the foot of the emerald bed, Kara and Ulriya knelt naked on either side of Cui Yulan, their own curvy, big-breasted bodies flushed pink from earlier rounds as they massaged Cui Yulan’s and Cassandra’s backs with warm spirit-oil and waited eagerly to clean their Master with their mouths.

“Hold tight, Ying’er,” Alaric growled darkly, gripping Ling Ying’s wide, plush buttocks with both hands—his fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh of her rear—as he lifted her slightly and slammed his hips upward in a blistering, relentless series of deep strokes!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“AAAAHHHH—MASTER!”

Ling Ying threw her head back against Lyra’s shoulder with a long, wailing cry of pure rapture as a halo of emerald wind-qi and golden pleasure burst around her trembling frame!

Her velvety passage spasmed violently around Alaric’s buried shaft, gushing a hot flood of clear nectar straight down over Yan Ruyu’s and Cassandra’s upturned faces as Alaric roared softly and pumped a massive, scalding load of his potent Yang essence straight into the deepest chamber of the Ling Clan heiress’s womb!

As Ling Ying slumped forward across Alaric’s chest in a boneless, quivering puddle of bliss—her massive breasts flattened against his ribs and his thick white seed bubbling out around their joined hips—Yan Ruyu and Cassandra immediately leaned in with eager, hungry whimpers to lick every drop of mingled cum and nectar clean from his still-iron-hard shaft, before Alaric flipped both Yan Ruyu and Cui Yulan onto their backs side by side in the center of the emerald sheets and continued the celebration until the winter sun rose over Profound Ling City.