Primordial Harem System

He raised his voice, his calm tone filled with tyrannical authority. "People of the Silver Fox Sect! You've seen what I'm capable of. Your sacred peak lies in ruins, your defenses shattered, and your leader barely clinging to life. Yet, I've spared your lives."

He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "Swear fealty to me, and I will spare your sect. Resist, and I will erase every single trace of your existence. The choice is yours."

The courtyard fell silent as the weight of Shen Yuan's words pressed down on everyone's heart. All eyes, including the Sect Leader and Grand Leader, turned to their Ancestor, waiting for her response.

The Silver Fox Sect Ancestor stood at the center of the courtyard, her body trembling with both rage and the lingering effects of her injuries.

Her sharp, piercing gaze locked onto Shen Yuan, who floated calmly above, his figure exuding an unshakable dominance. Her pride as the Ancestor of an ancient and feared sect was in tatters, yet the reality of their situation was undeniable.

"Who… are you?" she demanded, her voice hoarse yet filled with defiance. "Why have you come after the Silver Fox Sect? What grievance do we have with someone like you?"

Shen Yuan's lips curled into a small smile, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. "Who I am is of little consequence," he replied, his tone calm but filled with authority. "But if you must know, my name is Shen Yuan. I am no ally of your enemies, no pawn of the so-called righteous sects. My grievance with your sect? None."

The Ancestor's brows furrowed in confusion, though her defiance did not waver. "If you have no grievance, then why attack us? Do you take pleasure in destroying what others have built over countless years?"

Shen Yuan chuckled softly, the sound carrying easily across the courtyard. "Pleasure? No, none at all. This is merely a demonstration. I have no interest in your sect's destruction—quite the opposite. I wish to see your sect thrive."

The Ancestor's expression darkened, her tone sharp. "Thrive? By bending the knee to some outsider? The Silver Fox Sect has stood strong for centuries without submitting to anyone. Do you truly think you can break us with a single show of strength?"

Shen Yuan's gaze sharpened, the faint smile on his lips fading. "Strength is not something you should underestimate, Ancestor. Your sect survived because of fear and cunningness, but fear alone will not sustain you forever. Today, I've shown you what lies beyond your limited understanding."

He gestured toward the obliterated peak, his voice growing colder. "This is a reminder that your survival was never guaranteed. I offer you a chance not only to survive but to grow under my banner. Reject it, and I will ensure that history remembers the Silver Fox Sect as nothing more than dust in the wind." Find more to read on empire

The Ancestor clenched her fists, the weight of his words pressing down on her. She knew the truth—her sect was at its weakest, their defenses shattered, and their disciples paralyzed by fear.

Her gaze swept over her disciples and elders, all of whom looked to her with desperate, pleading eyes.

Finally, her voice dropped to a quieter, bitter tone. "What do you want from us, Shen Yuan? If power alone were your goal, you could have claimed it without this spectacle."

Shen Yuan's smirk returned. "What I want is simple. Loyalty. Your sect's skills, resources, and influence will now serve me. You will continue to operate as the Silver Fox Sect, but your allegiance will be to me and me alone."

The Ancestor hesitated, the weight of her decision bearing down on her. "And if we agree? What guarantees do we have that you won't destroy us once we've outlived our usefulness?"

Shen Yuan's gaze softened slightly, though his tone remained firm. "I do not destroy what belongs to me. Under my command, your sect will flourish. I will provide you with resources, protection, and opportunities to rise beyond your current limits. All I ask is your unwavering loyalty."

The courtyard fell into a tense silence. The Ancestor's gaze turned inward, her mind racing through the possibilities.

She had no illusions about their chances of survival if they resisted—Shen Yuan's power was beyond anything they could handle. And yet, the idea of submission stung at her pride.

At last, she exhaled a long, trembling breath. Her shoulders slumped slightly as the fight drained from her body. "Very well," she said quietly. Then louder, her voice carrying across the courtyard, she declared, "The Silver Fox Sect will submit to you, Shen Yuan. From this day forward, we swear fealty to you."

A ripple of shock and relief spread through the disciples and elders. Some looked at Shen Yuan with awe, others with fear, but none dared to speak against their Ancestor's decision.

Shen Yuan descended slowly, landing gracefully on the courtyard floor. He looked directly at the Ancestor, his gaze calm. "Wise choice. You've ensured the survival of your sect and earned my protection."

His eyes scanned the gathered disciples, elders, and leaders of the Silver Fox Sect, his presence radiating absolute dominance. He stepped forward, his calm yet commanding voice cutting through the heavy silence.

"Now that your sect has submitted, I will bind this allegiance formally. Your words alone will not suffice." His gaze shifted toward the Ancestor, Sect Master, Grand Elder, and Core Disciples. "Swear your loyalty to me on your Dao Heart, and let this pact be unbreakable."

A ripple of unease spread among the elders and disciples. Swearing on one's Dao Heart was no trivial matter—it was a binding oath, one that, if broken, would result in irreparable damage to one's cultivation, or worse, death. Yet none dared to question Shen Yuan's command.

The Ancestor stepped forward, her expression grim but resolute. She glanced at the Sect Master and the other leaders, her voice firm. "We have no choice. To ensure the survival of our sect, we must comply."

The Sect Master, a middle-aged woman with an hourglass figure and an air of authority, stepped forward alongside the Grand Elder. Behind them, the core disciples and other elders followed suit, forming a solemn line before Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan's gaze swept over them, his expression unreadable. "Swear now. Pledge your Dao Hearts to me, Shen Yuan, and the survival of the Silver Fox Sect shall be ensured."

One by one, the leaders and core disciples placed their hands over their hearts, bowing their heads slightly as they began their oaths.

"I, Ling Yue, Ancestor of the Silver Fox Sect, swear on my Dao Heart to serve Shen Yuan. My loyalty shall remain unwavering, and my actions shall align with his will."

The Sect Master followed, her voice steady. "I, Feng Lian, Sect Master of the Silver Fox Sect, swear on my Dao Heart to serve Shen Yuan. My life and cultivation shall be dedicated to his cause."

The Grand Elder and the core disciples repeated similar oaths, their voices resonating with solemnity. As each spoke, a faint glow surrounded them, signifying the binding of their Dao Hearts to the oath.

When the final core disciple finished, Shen Yuan nodded approvingly. "Good. From this moment forward, the Silver Fox Sect is under my command. And those who swear on their Dao Heart today will get better care."