System S.E.X. (Seduction, Expansion, eXecution)

Chapter 671: Chapter 671: The Shadow of the Sword Heart

The spatial distortion rippling around Heidy’s gleaming silver blade sent a freezing panic straight into the souls of the thousands of watching cultivators. The silence that gripped the commercial plaza was absolute, broken only by the ragged, desperate gasps of the four bleeding Central Sect Elders who had been so effortlessly thrown back.

Heidy took a single, disciplined step forward onto the edge of the terrace. Her majestic white-and-silver battle robes fluttered in the volatile wind generated by her own power, and her piercing, lethal gaze locked directly onto the trembling old men clutching their shattered chest armor below.

”Let me make the absolute structural reality of this mountain perfectly clear to every single lineage standing in this plaza,” said Heidy, her melodious voice carrying an icy, terrifying authority that resonated across the entire mountain peak. ”Master Ethan Brightsword is the Sacred Immortal Doctor. His hands possess the divine authority of life and death, and his pavilion stands under my permanent, unshakeable protection. Anyone who dares to even lay a single, disrespectful finger upon his person, or attempts to execute any form of administrative sabotage against his facility, will be systematically slaughtered without a single shred of mercy!”

She raised her blade slightly, the spatial warping around the steel causing the solid stone steps beneath her boots to silently fracture from the residual pressure.

”If any faction among you believes your capital connections or your institutional titles can shield you from my steel, step forward right now,” said Heidy, her voice dropping into a razor-sharp whisper. ”I will unhesitatingly paint these marble stairs with your blood before the sun rises any further.”

At the base of the stairs, Elder Victor and his three companions were completely paralyzed by fear, their lungs burning as they struggled to circulate their damaged qi. Their faces were a deathly, pale shade of gray.

The political and martial reality had completely inverted. On paper, every single one of them possessed the exact same cultivation base as Heidy—they were all entrenched at the absolute Peak of the Golden Core Realm. Yet, the raw execution of her combat technique and the embryonic awakening of her Sword Heart had put her miles ahead of anything they could logistically comprehend. They hadn’t even possessed a single, microscopic opportunity to deploy their defenses before her draw-sword strike had nearly carved them to pieces.

Looking up at her towering, majestic figure standing beside the calm, crimson-robed silhouette of Ethan, the old men finally realized the terrifying depth of their miscalculation. There was no longer any parity between them. The difference between their decaying, stagnant capabilities and her newly reborn, unhinged martial prowess was an absolute, bottomless abysm.

Seeing the horrific rastro de sangre left by the capital lords, the massive faction of male saboteurs who had initially converged on the plaza to forcefully demolish the pavilion completely lost their collective bravado. A single minute ago, they were roaring about Ethan’s discriminatory regulations and his blatant lack of respect toward the male lineage of the sect. But executing an administrative protest against a lone, frontier doctor was one thing; facing a reawakened, unhinged combat monster with an embryonic Sword Heart was an entirely different operational scenario.

They didn’t want absolutely anything to do with Elder Heidy. Moving with a silent, panicked urgency, the hundreds of agitators began to rapidly blend back into the edges of the crowd, systematically abandoning their positions and fleeing down the mountain pathways before her silver blade could turn toward them.

Ethan slowly stepped to the front of the terrace, his massive hands loosely tucked inside his crimson sleeves as his amethyst eyes scanned the remaining multitude.

”The primary clinical demonstration for the grand opening of the Immortal Doctor’s Pavilion is officially concluded,” said Ethan, his deep baritone carrying an absolute, smooth finality across the square. ”Because the mystical reconstruction of a peak lineage has thoroughly consumed the entirety of my current spiritual energy reserves, the pavilion doors will remain locked for the remainder of the day. The systematic treatment for every individual currently holding a valid sequential number will initiate promptly tomorrow morning at dawn.”

The moment his operational announcement concluded, the remaining agitators completely vanished from the district, terrified of being marked by the new enforcer.

However, the wealthy clients, high-tier female disciples, and influential merchants who actually possessed a valid queue number didn’t move a single inch from the plaza. In fact, the absolute opposite occurred. Instead of returning to their private courtyards to rest, the hundreds of numbered ticket holders immediately swarmed the front barrier, forming a massive, dense line right at the mahogany doors.

They were fully prepared to camp out on the hard stone tiles and maintain an absolute guard through the entire day and night. Not a single one of them wanted to risk losing their hard-earned sequence by a single second, nor did they want to chance Ethan suddenly changing his clinical scheduling or opening the shifts ahead of time. To them, securing the favor of a man who could effortlessly rewrite a crippled destiny was worth every single shred of physical discomfort; they preferred to stand vigil under the stars, eagerly waiting for the dawn to arrive.

Ethan turned his back on the bustling line outside, gesturing smoothly for his entourage to follow him into the facility. Louisa, Mary, Maeve, and the rest of his dedicated assistants quickly filed through the threshold, with Elder Heidy walking closely by his side like a lethal, silent guardian shadow.

The heavy mahogany doors slowly swung shut, the massive iron bolts clicking into place with a definitive, solid thud that completely sealed out the desperate murmurs of the plaza.

The moment the interior privacy array activated, the unshakeable, clinical coldness Ethan had maintained on the terrace completely melted away. A massive, thoroughly triumphant smile broke across his handsome face as he looked at the gathered women.

The suffocating pressure he had carried through the grueling three-day operation instantly dissipated into thin air. Every single component of his high-stakes blueprint had executed flawlessly. Not only had he perfectly validated the supreme authority of his crimson cross emblem and thoroughly broken the capital pride of the Alchemical Pavilion, but he had also systematically secured the absolute, unyielding loyalty of the most terrifying sword master on the mountain. The entire commercial district was now effectively held hostage by his medical genius, and the operational returns were already looking a thousand times greater than his most optimistic calculations.

”An absolutely flawless execution, ladies,” said Ethan, his deep baritone echoing through the grand entrance hall with a rich, booming amusement.

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From this moment forward, to avoid confusion regarding cultivation ranks, I will include this footer with the current established levels.

Note: These are only the ranks mentioned so far to avoid spoilers.

Body Refinement Realm

Skin Refinement / Bone Refinement / Organ Refinement

Spiritual Gathering Realm

Spiritual Perception / Spiritual Mist / Spiritual Condensation

Spiritual Core Realm

Core Solidification / Core Awakening / Spiritual Collapse (Half-step Spiritual Core)

Spiritual Soul Realm

Spiritual Soul Awakening / Soul Nourishing / Soul-Core Fusion

Golden Core Realm

Prime Fusion / Core Perfection / Core Destruction

Spiritual Sea Realm

Stage 1 ?? / Stage 2 ?? / Stage 3 ??

Dao Manifestation Realm

Stage 1 ?? / Stage 2 ?? / Stage 3 ??

Spiritual Transcendence

Stage 1 ?? / Stage 2 ?? / Stage 3 ??

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Sword mastery levels

Sword Intent.

Sword Aura.