Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 22: Victory Without Battle

The intoxicating fragrance of wine, the allure of a beautiful woman.

A normal man should not be able to resist such a deadly temptation.

Men are often drawn to four vices: poison, gambling, alcohol, and women. Even if a man doesn’t indulge in poison or gambling, he should at least drink; if he doesn’t drink, he should still find pleasure in women; and even if he abstains from all that, he should not be able to resist a beautiful woman.

But sometimes, there exists a man who can resist.

Men who can withstand the allure of beauty are rare. Those who can resist both beauty and the allure of wine are even rarer.

Does that mean such a person isn’t a real man?

No.

He can resist the allure of beauty and the intoxication of wine. He knows that some temptations, even if beautiful, come with poison.

But simply resisting passively is not enough; a rose has thorns that can wound, and wine laced with poison can kill. Without strength, willpower alone is insufficient.

This is why the Red Lady, a stunning beauty, holds a formidable position in the grand Heavenly Demon Clan. The sect has many men who lack the willpower to resist her, men who collapse before her the moment they encounter her.

But today, under her red dress, Aizen did not fall.

His cold, ordinary refined iron sword remained steady, its deadly edge pointed at her. It resembled a calm and calculating viper, observing its prey, silently accumulating lethal intent.

In this heavy atmosphere, the Red Lady, for the first time, found herself unable to handle a man. Not only that, but her hand, which held the wine jug, had begun to sweat.

This Viper Sword, Aizen, was not a simple person.

No ordinary man could resist her wine, which had been infused with a mesmerization fragrance mixed with her internal energy, then released into the air. The scent was sweet, and any ordinary person who inhaled even a whiff would feel their limbs weaken, collapsing to the ground like an insect, helpless before her.

That Aizen could resist her attack was beyond her expectations. Was he merely putting on a brave front?

The Red Lady frowned slightly, her brows as elegant as distant mountain peaks.

She could feel a threat emanating from behind her. It was Lilith, silently giving her a warning. If the Red Lady made any reckless moves, Lilith would surely strike at the perfect moment with a deadly blow.

In front of her stood Aizen, calm and motionless, his eyes steady, his sword unwavering.

She couldn’t see through his facade. But she knew how fast his sword was. So fast, it had earned him the titles of a silver whip and a viper, cutting down Kong Wu in an instant, like a falling star.

"Hahaha~ hahahaha~"

The Red Lady suddenly laughed, shattering the tense, sword-drawn atmosphere.

For a moment, Aizen’s sword trembled slightly, his piercing killing intent and steely gaze flashing sharply. Yet almost instantly, the murderous aura vanished.

At the same time, the Red Lady’s laughter abruptly stopped, like a hen being strangled mid-cackle.

Her laughter had been captivating—charming, free-spirited, and feminine, like a mountain spring cascading down. But it ended suddenly, leaving a sense of unfinished allure.

"Viper Sword, impressive. Valentino underestimated you.and Leo as Well, underestimated you..." she murmured, her eyes reflecting a strange light as she regarded Aizen.

She tilted her head back and took a sip of wine, swallowing the laughter that had stuck in her throat.

When she had arrived, she’d moved gracefully, holding the wine jug as if she were a beauty strolling through a market. As she left, she was equally composed, turning slowly and exposing her back to Aizen—a foolish act.

Leaving her back exposed to either Aizen or Lilith was indeed foolish. But to leave safely today, she had to act foolishly.

The Red Lady disappeared into the distance, and the disciples who had been lurking nearby to watch the commotion also began to disperse. Some had come for the spectacle, while others were there to gather information.

"Why didn’t you draw your sword?" Lilith asked, watching Aizen step out of his room.

"And you? Why didn’t you make a move?" Aizen responded with a smile, sheathing his sword and answering her question with one of his own.

Lilith snorted, turned around, and left. She had come only out of concern for Aizen’s safety. Now that the danger had passed, she had no reason to stay.

Aizen watched her walk away without trying to stop her or thank her. There was no need for such formalities between them.

The question they’d asked each other already had an answer. Killing isn’t always about the act itself but about the benefits it brings.

Killing Valentino brought no profit; it would only lead to trouble and potentially life-threatening consequences. Aizen would rather lower his pride and endure momentarily than provoke more danger.

Killing the Red Lady would also bring more harm than good. Teaching her a lesson and making her back off was enough. Killing at the right time to maximize one’s benefits was the wisdom of a smart man.

But if he had no other choice—if the Red Lady truly sought her death—Aizen would not hesitate.

Meanwhile, the Red Lady had returned to the stronghold of the Right faction in Demon Mountain City. Unable to hold back her internal injuries any longer, her body trembled, and she coughed up bright red blood.

The blood ran from her pale lips, staining her crimson dress—a shocking sight.

She had underestimated Aizen and paid the price. In the Heavenly Demon Clan, underestimating someone could mean death. This time, she was lucky to be alive.

"Hehehe... hahaha... Viper Sword, Aizen," she laughed, her body shaking as she took another sip of wine. This sip mixed with the blood in her throat, spreading a strange, intoxicating fragrance.

A passing servant, who happened to breathe in the scent, immediately collapsed, drunk and paralyzed on the ground.

The Red Lady walked lightly on her pale feet, leaving the courtyard of the stronghold. By the time her figure disappeared, the servant had died, with a single crimson drop seeping from his forehead.

Wine could kill. Those affected by the toxic fragrance, if they couldn’t expel it with internal energy in time, would die instantly.

Such a potent poison required powerful internal energy to unleash, spreading rapidly through the air and killing with a breath.

The Red Lady’s internal energy was strong. She used wine to kill, but she also drank wine to stay alive. Without it, she would fall victim to her own poison.

But Aizen had not died. It wasn’t because he was immune to the poison; it was because his internal energy was stronger than the Red Lady’s, strong enough to generate antibodies and suppress the poison’s spread.

The Red Lady had suspected as much, which was why she had to retreat.

If she hadn’t, she would have faced certain death.