Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 139 - 140: A Visitor in the Dead of Night

Chapter 140: A Visitor in the Dead of Night

The spacious and serene bedroom was filled with the subtle aroma of sandalwood. Aizen sat in a large chair, eyes closed, immersing himself in a state of mental combat simulation.

This was a profound form of cultivation, imagining various battle scenarios in his mind—a meditative practice far beyond the basic standing meditation.

It marked the transition from the acquired state to the innate, first reflected in changes to training methods.

At the beginning, standing meditation had been used to temper his physical body. Now, having reached the Refining Organs stage, his internal organs, muscles, bones, and flesh had been tempered to perfection, allowing his training methods to evolve.

Mental combat simulation was a method for honing willpower, spirit, regulating inner energy, and balancing the flow of blood and Aura within the body.

After returning from the City Lord’s Manor to his residence, Aizen had dealt with matters that Vincent and others couldn’t resolve on their own. He then retreated to his bedroom to continue his cultivation.

"Train one day, progress one day; skip a day, lose ten."

Long-term diligence in practice builds skill, while neglect leads to mediocrity. Cultivation was like rowing against the current—without progress, there would be regression. Aizen had fully integrated this principle into his daily life, practicing without slacking even for a moment.

With the aid of the system, even slight effort elevated him above his peers. However, to stand at the peak of the Magus world and dominate with ease, he needed unwavering dedication.

The situation in Great plain city had now stabilized completely.

The once three-pronged balance of power had shifted entirely, leaving Sky demon Clan as the dominant force.

The other two factions still had remnants stationed in the city, but without a leader, they had withdrawn into obscurity. All the city’s territory had fallen under Sky demon clan’s control, leaving the remaining forces unable to cause trouble for the time being.

Aizen had not eradicated these remnants entirely.

The high-ranking officials of the other two factions had either fled or perished, and those who remained were mere foot soldiers observing the situation.

Both the Overseas Hundred Alliances and the Turtle Stone Ridge factions had considerable strength. Pressuring them too hard could provoke a fierce backlash.

By leaving things as they were, these factions would find it difficult to dispatch powerful reinforcements to the city in the short term.

Even if a mighty figure did arrive, Great Plain city was Aizen’s territory now. A strong outsider would still need extraordinary skills to gain a foothold here.

"Crack!"

Suddenly,Aizen’s eyes snapped open, and his five fingers clawed into the nearby table.

The table, made of nanmu wood inlaid with marble, yielded as if it were tofu under his grasp, leaving a chunk missing.

"Swish!"

With a flick of his hand, the fragment shot through the window like a bolt of lightning.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound echoed in the courtyard outside, followed by a shadow darting away.

"Ha ha ha, worthy of being the Devil’s Heir. No wonder even the wielder of the Broken Army Mace lost to you..."

The figure had vanished from the courtyard, but the voice still reached Aizen’s ears.

It was a technique of transmitting sound through internal energy, directing the voice in a straight line into Aizen’s ears, even from a great distance, demonstrating the intruder’s profound cultivation.

"Whoosh!"

Aizen darted out of the room like a nimble cat, his figure appearing atop the courtyard wall in a flash.

In the distance, he caught sight of a shadow disappearing around a corridor’s corner.

Without hesitation, he gave chase.

For someone to intrude into his residence and flee deeper into the inner courtyard was a brazen act indeed. Whoever it was, they must possess considerable courage.

However, unless the person was an innate-level master,Aizen had no fear.

The chase led them quickly to a small garden.

The garden was silent, with no patrolling guards nearby.

Upon entering, Aizen saw a woman standing among the flowering trees, plucking a bloom and sniffing it as if she were strolling through her own garden.

His gaze narrowed slightly at the sight of her.

The woman wore a sheer veil, her enchanting face exuding charm, her graceful figure like that of a person from a painting. She was barefoot, her pale, crystalline toes resembling budding jasmine.

Late at night, under the moonlight in the garden, encountering such a stunning beauty was undoubtedly a delightful surprise.

"What’s this? Has the Devil’s Heir felt the stirrings of spring in his heart? Do you find me beautiful?"

The woman held a flower in her hand, turned with a charming smile, her enchanting eyes sweeping toward Aizen. With a graceful leap, carrying a faint fragrant breeze, she appeared directly in front of him.

"Every human feels such stirrings at times. But if I were to let those stirrings take hold, not even the Holy Maiden of the Twilight Shadow Clan could withstand them."

Aizen let his hands hang loose, his lips curled in a cold smile. His gaze remained steady, fixed on the seductive woman before him, while his energy had already locked onto her.

"Oh~?"

The alluring woman’s natural charm was unparalleled. Her crystalline skin was faintly visible beneath her sheer veil, and her curvaceous figure seemed even more captivating under the night breeze. Her delicate fragrance permeated the air, further intoxicating the senses.

Though she walked barefoot, her steps left no trace of dust. The energy within her flowed throughout her entire body—a hallmark of advanced Sorcery cultivation, reaching the level of controlling the flow of energy like water.

She circled around Aizen once before stopping in front of him again. Lifting her delicate chin, she gazed at him with a playful smile in her eyes.

"I wonder... what kind of means the Devil’s Heir possesses to make even me, the Holy Maiden of the Twilight Shadow Clan, unable to resist?"

Her beautiful oval face radiated charm, the smile on her lips growing more bewitching. Extending a delicate hand, she let her veil fall away, revealing her slender arm, which rested gently on Aizen’s chest. Her expression seemed almost hypnotic, her enchanting eyes glowing faintly with a pink light.

Suddenly, her expression froze.

The hand she had placed on Aizen’s chest had been caught in the palm of another hand—his.

Aizen had calmly seized her wrist.

"The Holy Maiden of the Twilight Shadow Clan this generation numbers three, but only one possesses such a seductive aura. You must be Ken ken. Am I wrong?"

Aizen’s cold smile deepened as he spoke. Tightening his grip, he pulled Ken ken’s delicate body closer to him. His other hand had already brushed against her soft waist.

"Hehehe... The Devil’s Heir certainly has some skill. I must admit, I’m suddenly even more interested in you now."

In that instant, Ken ken’s sheer veil swirled as she moved. The hand caught in Aizen’s grasp seemed to transform into a slippery snake, sliding free from his grip. With a light spin, she escaped his attempt to seize her waist and landed a full ten feet away.

A glint of sharp light flashed in Aizen’s eyes. Just now, the Holy Maiden had used a combination of bone-shrinking techniques and precise force manipulation to extract her hand from his grip.

The techniques of this Twilight Shadow Clan Holy Maiden were extraordinary, including a spiritual enchantment ability that had nearly ensnared him.

Had it not been for her hand resting on his chest, snapping him to attention, he might have been utterly ensnared by this enchantress.

This was despite Aizen’s cultivation of the Ice Art , which greatly enhanced his mental fortitude.

Without it, he might have fallen completely under her spell.

"My Sky Demon Clan has never had much interaction with the Twilight Shadow Clan. For the Holy Maiden Ken ken to visit late at night, could it be that you couldn’t bear the loneliness of your boudoir and wish to test my bedroom skills?"

Aizen sneered mischievously. Though his tone was teasing, he had already discerned her true intentions.