Tony used the Truth Eye to find whether she is telling the truth or not.
’Hahaha...’ Elsa was laughing internally.
"Damn..." Tony uttered as he understood what was happening.
Elsa was actually enjoying his pleasure session while keeping her mind sane.
Soon, Tony sat on the edge of the silk-sheeted bed, his breath slightly ragged, staring at the woman before him.
Elsa’s hair was dishevelled, and her cheeks flushed with a rose-red hue— a direct result of his Pleasure Doctor techniques. With his pleasure techniques, her mind should have been a completely open book, stripped of all defenses and completely in control of his will.
Yet, as he looked into her deep, crystalline eyes, he didn’t see the blank, submissive glaze of a broken mind. He saw a spark. A cold, calculating spark.
"You really thought you had me all figured out, didn’t you, Tony?" she murmured. Her voice was silky, completely devoid of the breathless panic he expected. She propped herself up on one elbow, a slow, mocking smile curling the corners of her lips.
Tony stiffened, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the edge of the mattress. "You... you’re still holding back. How is this possible? No one can maintain their mental blocks under the Pleasure Doctor’s touch."
She let out a soft, melodic laugh that pierced through the quiet room like a chilling wind. "Oh, little brother, your ’techniques’ are certainly... entertaining. I will give you credit for that. It felt wonderful." She tilted her head, her gaze dripping with condescension. "But if you think a few cheap tricks of the flesh are enough to unravel the mental seals of my sect, you are far more naive than I thought. You merely scratched the surface. You haven’t truly touched my mind at all."
The realization hit Tony like a physical blow. Shock gave way to a cold sweat. She wasn’t just resisting; she was actively mocking his pride, playing along just enough to see how far he would go before showing her cards.
Damn it, Tony thought, his face darkening. She’s playing me.
He couldn’t afford to let her see his panic. Closing his eyes, he forced his breathing to slow down, retreating into the quiet sanctuary of his own mind.
He needed a solution, and he needed it immediately.
’System Spirit, appear this instant and give me an immediate status report on her current spiritual condition,’ Tony commanded internally, his mental voice cutting through the silent void like a razor-sharp blade.
’Why did the Pleasure Doctor technique fail to completely shatter her mental defenses, and what exactly is shielding her true thoughts from my direct observation?’
The space within his consciousness rippled slightly as the cold, detached manifestation of the system spirit slowly materialized, radiating an ethereal, unfeeling light that seemed entirely indifferent to his current predicament.
[Ding! The target, Elsa, possesses a High-Tier Spiritual Soul Seal anchored by the ancestral lineage of the Demonic Sea Tribe. Standard Pleasure Doctor techniques are structurally limited to influencing the physical, emotional, and sensory layers of a cultivator, rendering them entirely ineffective against a sealed core consciousness. The system does not recommend pursuing this line of interrogation further without standard evolutionary progression.]
’I don’t need a lecture on the structural limitations of my skills, nor do I care about your passive recommendations,’ Tony snapped back in his thoughts, his mental impatience flaring as he glared at the glowing entity.
’Is there an advanced subduing technique available in the shop that can forcibly bypass a High-Tier Spiritual Seal without destroying her cognitive functions entirely? Show me the options immediately, and do not dare to tell me that the database lacks the methodology to break a mere tribal princess.’
The system spirit remained completely still, its tone shifting into a stubborn, mechanical denial that showed a distinct reluctance to grant him such high-level power at his current stage.
[Ding! The authority required to access Imperial-grade soul arts is currently locked behind the next major cultivation realm. Forcing open the restricted archives at this time risks destabilizing the host’s spiritual foundation, and the system spirit possesses the absolute right to refuse requests that threaten structural integrity.]
Tony’s mental form let out a cold, ruthless laugh, his strategic mind instantly formulating a massive bluff to shatter the spirit’s rigid rules.
’You think you are protecting my foundation, but you are actually sabotaging your own ultimate purpose,’ Tony threatened, his mental voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper that carried the full weight of his calculating personality. ’
You know as well as I do that this girl, Elsa, is the prime descendant of the Demonic Sea Tribe, and she possesses the unique bloodline traces that link directly to the cosmic boundary. She is the absolute, singular key capable of connecting our world to the higher realms, which means she is the only anchor that can eventually allow me to reach that outer universe and save your true creator and master. If you continue to hold back out of some foolish, rigid protocol, if you deny me the tools to subdue her right now, the path to the higher world will be permanently severed, and your master will remain trapped in that cosmic abyss forever while I rot in this stagnant cage.’
The profound weight of his calculated threat caused the system spirit’s ethereal light to violently fluctuate, the simulated intelligence experiencing a severe logical conflict as it processed the theoretical probability of his words. The mention of its ultimate master was the one absolute vulnerability the spirit could never ignore, and Tony had perfectly leveraged that hidden truth to grind its defenses down to absolute dust.
[Data re-evaluating... Analyzing Fate probabilities... Logic lock bypassed,] the system spirit finally conceded, its mechanical voice carrying a rare trace of rigid defeat as a massive, dark golden scroll began to manifest in the center of his consciousness.
[Displaying restricted methodology: "Heavenly Imperial Soul Subduing Art". This specific imperial-grade art utilizes the caster’s willpower to completely rewrite the target’s core allegiances from the spiritual level downward. Cost: 1300 Fate Points. Warning: This purchase will severely deplete the host’s current hoarded wealth.]
’Purchase it immediately without a single moment of delay,’ Tony ordered, a dark, triumphant grin forming on his lips as he authorized the transaction without showing even a hint of hesitation.
[Ding! Consuming 1300 Fate Points. Purchasing "Heavenly Imperial Soul Subduing Art"... Success! Integrating the forbidden knowledge directly into the host’s sea of consciousness. Remaining Fate Points: 240.]
An instantaneous, overwhelming flood of profound, esoteric knowledge rushed directly into Tony’s brain, causing a sharp, burning pain behind his temples that vanished as quickly as it had arrived, replaced by an intoxicating sense of absolute spiritual authority.
He opened his physical eyes, returning to the candle-lit chamber where Elsa was still watching him with those mocking, triumphant eyes, entirely unaware that the entire balance of power had just shifted completely in his favor. Tony slowly stood up from his high-backed armchair, his tall frame casting a massive, intimidating shadow over the bound princess as he walked toward the bed with an unnaturally serene expression that made the mocking smile on her face slightly falter.
Tony raised his right hand, and an intricate, golden imperial sigil immediately manifested over his open palm, humming with an absolute, world-suppressing pressure that caused the ambient air in the chamber to hum violently and turn impossibly heavy.
Elsa’s violet eyes snapped open, widening in sheer, unadulterated horror as she felt the immense, divine spiritual pressure radiating from his hand, a pressure that far exceeded anything a young master of a human family should ever possess.
"This... this absolute pressure... How can a mere Overlord Warrior possess an Imperial-grade soul art?!" she shrieked, her body instinctively attempting to recoil from the terrifying golden light illuminating the dark room.
"You should have kept your mouth shut and surrendered when you had the chance, Princess," Tony said, his voice echoing with the detached, absolute authority of a true supreme ruler.
With a swift, downward motion, he slammed his golden-clad palm directly toward her forehead, the imperial sigil expanding instantly into a brilliant, blinding flash of light that completely enveloped her trembling form.
Elsa let out a muffled, choked gasp as the Heavenly Imperial Soul Subduing Art shattered her final, weakened ancestral defenses, wrapping itself around her core soul like unbreakable, divine chains of golden light before sinking deep beneath her skin and vanishing entirely into her consciousness.
The brilliant light faded, plunging the chamber back into a quiet, shadow-filled stillness as Elsa collapsed backward against the pillows of the bed, her eyes wide, blank, and completely unfocused while the absolute binding of the imperial art permanently rearranged her perception of reality.
Tony stood over her for several long moments, his breathing slightly heavy from the massive spiritual expenditure, his eyes narrowed as he watched the blank glaze in her violet eyes slowly begin to clear away. The coldness, the deep-seated malice, and the fierce loyalty to her Demonic Sea Tribe were entirely erased from her expression, replaced instead by an unnatural, serene relaxation that shifted her entire aura into one of pure, unadulterated devotion.
She blinked up at Tony, her crystalline eyes now glowing with a soft, affectionate warmth as a beautiful, innocent smile spread across her face, entirely free of deceit or hidden venom.
Slowly shifting her bound body, she leaned forward with effortless grace, reaching out with her small, trembling fingers to gently wrap around the edge of Tony’s dark sleeve, tugging it lightly like an innocent child seeking the protection of her family.
"Big brother Tony," Elsa whispered, her voice incredibly sweet, completely devoid of her former royal arrogance, and entirely devoted to his every whim.
"The air in this room feels so cold tonight... What would you like your little sister to do for you next?"
Tony looked down at the completely subdued Princess of the Demonic Sea Tribe, a slow, triumphant grin spreading across his face as he realized the sheer political power he now held over the entire young generation of his enemies.
The cost in Fate Points had been massive, but the absolute control he had gained over this dangerous variable was worth every single point, leaving him perfectly positioned for the upcoming Academy Ceremony.
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