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Lian regarded him with a faint, skeptical smile. "Strength alone doesn't mean much around here," she replied, crossing her arms. "It's about how well you can handle it."

Aric chuckled, his eyes glinting with interest. "Good point. And from what I can tell, you handle it well."

She tilted her head, studying him with a touch more curiosity. "Flattery aside, what brings a core disciple all the way here?"

Aric couldn't help but let his gaze wander over her athletic build. Her icy blue robes hugged her curves, accentuating her graceful figure and athletic physique. With her big, striking eyes, and a poise that only enhanced her natural beauty, she was a sight to behold.

"System, show me her stats", he thought, intrigued by her presence.

A familiar chime sounded in his mind as her details filled his vision.

[Name: Lian Feng]

[Age: 24]

[Cultivation Level: Half Immortal Realm (9th Stage)]

[Strength: 390]

[Agility: 395]

[Intelligence: 340]

[Charm: 380]

[Bloodline: Frost Serpent Bloodline]

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[Physique: Glacial Spirit Physique]

[Cultivation Techniques: Frost Serpent Art, Glacial Bloom Technique]

[Skills: Ice Lotus Strike, Frozen Heart Meditation, Serpent's Coil]

Impressive indeed, Aric thought, a smirk playing on his lips. She was powerful—almost on par with him. But there was something beyond her strength that made him feel drawn to her, a certain allure that he could easily use to his advantage.

Reaching into his robes, he pulled out a small jade bottle containing a rare Spirit Seed Pill. "Thought I'd bring a little gift," he said, holding it out to her. "A Spirit Seed Pill. It might be useful in withstanding extreme temperatures. It's not something you see every day, but I figured you might make better use of it than most."

Lian's brows rose slightly, the faintest look of surprise breaking through her calm exterior. "A Spirit Seed Pill?" she asked, her voice reflecting the genuine surprise that softened her demeanor. She took the bottle, her fingers brushing against his as she accepted it. "These are incredibly rare, even among the core disciples. Thank you, Adolf. This is… quite generous."

Aric flashed a modest smile. "Just a small token of respect," he replied smoothly. "It's not every day you meet someone so dedicated to their training."

He chuckled softly, his eyes lingering on her with genuine interest. "I can tell you don't cut corners. I admire that." He paused, adding with a slight smirk, "You know, if you're ever looking for a sparring partner, I wouldn't mind a challenge."

Lian smirked in response, a bit of her icy reserve melting away. "Careful what you offer, Junior Brother. We're not exactly lenient here on Frostwind Peak."

Aric's smile deepened. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

After exchanging a few more words, he took his leave. Aric's fingers itched with anticipation as he left, knowing she'd likely consume the pill soon.

He couldn't resist a satisfied smile as he thought about the blood-infused pill she now held. Once she took it, she'd unknowingly become his, and he'd find ways to make sure her allegiance to him only grew stronger.

Aric's next stop was Myriad Mountain Peak, renowned for its peaceful atmosphere and lush greenery. Unlike the chill of Frostwind Peak, Myriad Mountain Peak was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, the air crisp and refreshing.

Aric took in the serene landscape of Myriad Mountain Peak, admiring the vibrant greenery and tranquility that pervaded the area. It was a sharp contrast from the icy intensity of Frostwind Peak, where the focus was on resilience and power.

Here, he could see disciples quietly meditating under the shade of ancient trees, or practicing elegant forms that seemed more about harmony than raw force.

As he walked along the stone path, a few disciples gave him respectful nods, though he could sense a certain wariness. His reputation as a record-breaking core disciple from Qinlong Peak preceded him, and it seemed his presence here was unexpected.

"Senior Brother Adolf," a soft voice called from behind, interrupting his thoughts. He turned to see a young woman approaching with a gentle smile. She wore robes of green and gold that matched the peaceful aura of the peak, her expression serene, and her entire presence exuding a calm yet grounded strength.

"It's rare to see someone from Qinlong Peak here," she remarked, her eyes studying him with quiet curiosity. In one hand, she held a sword, its blade gleaming in the sunlight.

Aric returned her smile, inclining his head politely. "Indeed, I thought I'd take the time to visit the different peaks, see the unique styles, and perhaps learn a few things along the way."

"Curious and modest," she replied with a faint smile. "But with your talent, Senior Brother, it's more likely we're the ones who could learn from you."

"I appreciate your words," Aric said smoothly, his eyes assessing her as they spoke. She carried herself with an effortless grace, and he noted the practiced grip on her sword—she was no stranger to her weapon. "May I ask what you were practicing? It's rare to see such fluidity in swordsmanship."

She hesitated, glancing down at the sword before meeting his gaze again. "It's a form of the Verdant Flow Technique," she explained. "Our peak's specialty is rooted in nature and balance, as you might have noticed." She held the sword out slightly. "This technique allows the practitioner to harness the natural flow of energy around them.

It's less about overpowering an opponent and more about redirecting force."

Aric nodded thoughtfully, glancing at her grip and stance with genuine curiosity. "A fascinating approach," he said, admiring how different it was from the brutal power tactics he was used to. "It's impressive, especially in a world that tends to focus on strength alone. Your technique seems more... elegant, refined."

She smiled modestly. "Thank you, Senior Brother. Although it requires a lot of patience and practice, something I'm sure you understand well." She looked at him again, an idea sparking in her eyes. "Would you care for a demonstration? Perhaps a brief spar?"

Aric's interest piqued. A chance to observe the Verdant Flow Technique firsthand. He smiled, giving a nod. "I'd be honored."

They moved to a nearby training ground, and she readied herself, bringing her sword up in a smooth arc. He could see the focus in her eyes, and her movements were precise, almost like water flowing naturally around an obstacle. They exchanged a few light blows, her sword weaving with an elegant grace that made her strikes unpredictable.

She was quick, and though her cultivation was higher than his, her strikes were aimed to guide rather than injure.

"Your control is remarkable," Aric said as they paused. "You make it look effortless."

She laughed softly, lowering her sword. "Effortless, perhaps, after years of practice. But you're very quick yourself, Senior Brother. Your reputation is well-earned."

Aric chuckled and reached into his robes, retrieving a small jade bottle containing a few specially prepared qi-enhancing pills. He held it out to her. "Thank you for the spar, and for sharing your knowledge with me. I'd like you to have these, as a token of my appreciation."

She took the bottle, her expression briefly surprised. "These are Spirit Flow Pills, aren't they?" she asked, recognizing their rare value.

Aric nodded. "Yes. They're designed to enhance qi flow and concentration, which seemed perfect for someone with your talent and techniques."

She looked up at him, her eyes softening with appreciation. "Thank you, Senior Brother Adolf. This is... a very generous gift. I'll use them wisely."

"I'm sure you will," he replied with a smile. "It was a pleasure meeting you, and I hope we can learn more from each other in the future."

She inclined her head. "Likewise, Senior Brother. I hope you enjoy your time here on Myriad Mountain Peak."

Aric set off from Myriad Mountain Peak with renewed focus, determined to find a few more worthy targets across the Holy Sect's peaks.

He spent the entire day moving from one peak to another, his goal clear in mind: identify the most beautiful, powerful women he could charm and control through his unique gifts.

By dusk, he had visited a total of seven peaks, making subtle connections and leaving his mark with carefully chosen gifts.

His journey began with Starfall Peak, known for its disciples' mastery over Lunar arts. Here, he encountered Xia Qing, a core disciple with a talent for the Lunar Blossom Technique. Her graceful movements and flawless, porcelain skin caught his attention.

Her aura was delicate yet powerful, and she was in the 8th stage of the Half Immortal realm. Aric gifted her a Moon Essence Pill, crafted to enhance one's affinity with lunar energy and support spiritual clarity.

She accepted it gratefully, her shy smile lingering as they exchanged a few words about Lunar techniques.

Aric had bought these pills for cheap from the system store. And now he is using them for his own benefit.

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