Heavenly Harem Sect

"So...you realized it right? The fact that I could execute the same power that the Ascended Realm has, and would prove my master's caliber. After all, he's the one that bestows this"

Fresia went behind Daniel as she arched her back with her elbow against the chair and her chin resting on her palms.

Her eyes when mentioning the word 'Master' showed heart shapes with pink around them.

Fresia had fallen deeply for him and she knows it after being gifted with powers beyond her dreams and never would she expect that she will be 'chosen'.

"H-Him? H-He's the one that gave you this!? I-I don't believe it! It's impossible to grant powers to the ones that we're born and fated with! Not even the Immortals can do it!"

It's not that Viston refused to believe, however, it was hard to believe as the idea of bestowing powers is unheard of.

However, if it does exist...then they wouldn't be called Immortals anymore...but something beyond that and a 'thing' that is incomprehensible.

"Viston is it?" It was time for Daniel to lead, however, he wasn't intending to use his sword intent. He was about to do something different that will be valuable to him.

When Daniel stood up, Viston somehow felt pressure like never before and though he tried answering, his words were stuck in his throat.

"I understand that you find it hard to believe that I'm the one who gave Fresia everything she wants. However, these are only given to my lovers, future wives, harem, and my disciples"

Viston wants to question what he meant, but he couldn't. He was overwhelmed by his aura and could only wait for what he wished to convey.

"But for you, I will show a percentage of my power and let you realize that I could change your life...and also your daughter's life. But we'll start with you"

"I can sense 'life' around me and I know how much lifespan you're left with, and as the father of a disciple I will be recruited, there's no way I can leave him hanging...can I?"

He smiled widely before a concentration bulb of greenery essence was shot toward Viston as it infused his body.

"Gak!" Viston felt a jolt of bolt traveling around his body. However, seconds later, he was horrified to discover he had become younger as though he was in his teenage years.

His wrinkly old skin was gone and his white hair regained its color, and eventually, as a cultivator, he can feel his lifespan increase to...a thousand years!?

"H-How can this be!?" Viston trembled with not a fear this time, but happiness. If previously his lifespan was left with only a year, now, he had 1000 years.

And that is a lot for a cultivator like him who needs decades to increase by a layer.

"Do you like it? And do you still need more proof? Otherwise, I can show you more but it might traumatize you" Daniel teased, but to Viston it wasn't a tease.

"I-It's enough. I'm delighted and honored that I've been given a chance by a Great Master like you!" He kneeled with his head on the ground as he showed his respect.

He realized how terrifying the man is and no longer doubts Fresia's words. Nevertheless, for someone to be able to grant him a lifespan of 1000 years, it's no longer the work of an immortal.

He now has no qualms about his powers as the lifespan alone proved the monstrous strength he has.

Thus, he can't help but have overwhelming respect and gratitude for the man, and seeing her master performing such a feat, Fresia smiled with shapes of hearts in her eyes.

'This isn't something that I can pay with the fortune of the Jazz Family...How do I exchange my lifespan?' He questioned but it will be answered in a few seconds.

"So...Viston Jazz, as the father, do you think I'm worthy enough to be the man for your daughter? Perhaps I wasn't being too clear, but my goal of visiting together with Fresia is to recruit your daughter to my sect, the Heavenly Harem"

"It is as it sounds. I won't lie nor will I hide the truth that the sect is for my harem, and your daughter will be part of it. But remember this, once she is mine, I will offer her everything just as I did to Fresia"

Viston understood what Daniel was trying to say, and for him, Daniel was the perfect choice for her daughter.

He had the looks, and the power, and perhaps, he might grow into a powerhouse where he might beg in the future for her daughter to join.

'But would she like it...? Could she handle the thought of her future husband having more than 1 wife? Though Harem is common...but my daughter, Megan Jazz, looked for pure love'

He sighed in his thoughts as sometimes it's impossible to have everything at once. And this might be the only chance for her to soar through the sky.

"Great Master, can I bring my daughter in to acknowledge you as her husband?" He asked politely.

"Why not? I know that the requirement for holding the noble title is to marry the heir of the noble family to which all of your status, wealth, and power will be handed over to me" Daniel said.

"That's right and I'm glad that the person I will be handing over my nobility is the person that I can trust" Viston released a smile that contained all of the pressure and stress he had from managing the noble family.

It felt like he could finally rest and leave it to someone worthy of the position.

A few minutes later, Megan was brought into the room with a servant helping to push her wheelchair.

"Father...you called for me...?" She questions while gazing around the room, and is stunned to see a younger version of her father.

"F-Father what happened to you!?" She was shocked beyond words, and it was obvious to her that the young man she sees had a resemblance to her father.

"Megan...come here" He called for her with a sweet smile and she pushed her wheelchair towards him, wondering what was happening.

"Father...what is going on?" She asked innocently.

Viston began explaining what happened and why Daniel and Fresia had come here. He didn't hide anything and revealed what Daniel wished to convey.

Everything from Daniel's purpose down to his sect, Viston revealed to her as he didn't wish to hurt her heart and the marriage that will bound their life together.