However...
After all this time, he had long since accepted his identity as the Demon Venerable!
How could the mighty Demon Venerable resign himself to being confined to the Blood Rain Cult?
He would surely sweep across the Eight Desolations and suppress everything.
Hold the world's power in his hands and rest his drunken head on a beauty's lap.
With absolute charm, he would conquer everything, including these rebellious disciples of his.
He would make them submit in both body and word.
He would let them fully experience their master's burning, boundless love, melting away even their blood-deep hatred.
That included Lian Yue, whose affection for him was still negative and who hated him to the bone.
But he believed that as long as he lavished her with fierce affection, her affection for him would slowly rise.
It was just... this required absolute patience, as well as... a strong, vigorous body.
After all, the man he was now was completely different from the man who had first become the Demon Venerable.
Back then... he had lost all his cultivation and knew nothing about the cult. He had needed to remain cautious at every moment; the slightest exposure could have gotten him killed.
But now, with his Formless Demon Body and the cards in his possession, he had enough power to subdue the entire cult.
Even if he behaved differently from before, no one would dare object. This was absolute strength.
What he needed to do now was dissolve hatred and raise affection with scalding, burning tenderness.
Ultimately, he would thoroughly conquer his female disciples, make them obey his every word, and use the opportunity to draw prizes, improve his strength, and expand the Blood Rain Cult's territory.
After all...
There were still many women trapped in suffering, ravaged by the