Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The Holy Maiden is revered by thousands.

Only the successor of the sacred land is worthy of being called the Holy Maiden.

Each Holy Maiden possesses at least the power of the Ocean's Gate.

As the leader of the sacred land, even if her power isn't the strongest, the status of the Holy Maiden is almost on par with beings like Goddess Sylvia.

"When have I ever been in touch with the Holy Maiden?"

Timothy racked his brain but couldn't recall ever knowing a Holy Maiden named Aeliana.

However, this reward couldn't have come at a better time.

The system's reward, the Hellfire Blossom, wasn't a physical object but transformed into a misty spiritual energy that merged into Timothy's body.

As the fiery Hellfire Blossom fully integrated with his body, suddenly, Timothy's aura skyrocketed, and every pore of his body emitted intense heat waves.

This invisible heat wave was now capable of contending with the terrifying temperatures inside the Inferno Tower.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion echoed within the Inferno Tower, and a crimson lotus of fire spread rapidly around.

Sparks scattered from the top of the Inferno Tower, turning everything around it to ashes.

Aura Initiation early stage, mid-stage, late stage.

Timothy's aura climbed rapidly, and in a blink, he went from an ordinary person with no cultivation to a level that would take years, even decades, for seasoned disciples to achieve.

The roaring heat surged again, but this time, Timothy didn't dodge; he let the flames engulf his body.

[Received fire damage, fire resistance +97]

The Ancient Saintly Body, truly one of the strongest saintly bodies of ancient times, the flames didn't cause Timothy any real harm.

For him, now accustomed to high temperatures and scorching heat, it became a rare nourishment.

"How is this possible? Even the sect leader could only reach the sixth level, and Timothy is unscathed at the sixth level!"

"Didn't someone say Timothy was useless before? This aura, it's at least mid-stage Aura Initiation!"

When Timothy walked down from the Inferno Tower, everyone from the Doomed Soul Sect was stunned, staring at him in disbelief.

Even the cunning sect leader Morvran couldn't hide his shock.

"It's all small fry stuff, nothing to see here, disperse," Timothy waved his hand nonchalantly.

He planned to go back and study the bonding stone, preparing for his date with Sylvia, not wanting to waste time here.

However, this time, the disciples of the Doomed Soul Sect were thoroughly shaken, unable to calm their minds.

"No wonder only Timothy was chosen to challenge Goddess Sylvia and returned safely."

"It turns out Timothy was never useless; he just hid his strength!"

After all, reaching Aura Initiation in almost the blink of an eye and advancing to the late stage, even stepping into the sixth level of the Inferno Tower, a level barely reachable by the sect leader.

It seemed unreal.

Other than having hidden his strength from the start, there was no other explanation.

The disciples of the Doomed Soul Sect were full of regret, deeply remorseful for their past actions.

"I used to mock Timothy for daring to stay in the Demonic Sect without any cultivation talent, now I realize, the joke was on me!"

"I was one of the leaders who looked down on Timothy, I was such a jerk!"

Many wished they could slap themselves right then.

Suddenly, someone took the lead, rushing forward with all their spiritual stones and magical treasures, respectfully offering them with both hands: "Please accept these, Brother Timothy, as an apology for my past wrongs."

Though these spiritual stones and treasures were of inferior quality, free treasures are not to be refused.

Timothy then stopped, grabbed a large sack, and shouted, "Bring your apologies quickly, no waiting!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

"Please accept them, Brother Timothy!"

Some wanted to curry favor with Timothy, while others feared he might retaliate for their previous humiliations.

The disciples of the Doomed Soul Sect rushed forward, throwing their spiritual stones, magical treasures, pills—anything of value—into the sack without hesitation.

Soon, the once empty sack swelled with contents.

Even several elders, eager to please, offered up treasures as an apology.

The large sack was completely filled.

Timothy hoisted it onto his shoulder, feeling its weight.

Just then, a fragrant breeze wafted by as Yvenna made her way through the crowd to Timothy's side.

Yvenna, a direct disciple of the sect leader Morvran, held a status almost equal to that of the ordinary elders.

Not only was she exceptionally talented, but her beauty could make even the swallows and orioles envious, every smile and glance exuding an enchanting charm.

At that moment, her already captivating eyes shimmered seductively as she gently placed her hand on the sack and asked softly, "Brother Timothy, is it too heavy? Do you need me to help carry some of it?"

"Sister Yvenna is offering to help like this!"

In an instant, the hearts of the Doomed Soul Sect disciples ached.

After all, Yvenna was usually out of their reach.

Just having a conversation with her was considered a great joy for them, let alone being treated like this.

But now, Timothy was enjoying the kind of attention they could only dream of.

However, many understood that Yvenna was probably just being polite.

After all, how could someone as delicate as her manage to carry such a large sack?

Moreover, no matter how heavy the sack was, surely no man would actually let Yvenna share the burden.

"Alright, you hold onto it then."

Surprisingly, Timothy, without hesitation, placed the hundred-pound sack onto Yvenna's shoulders.

Instantly, her seemingly delicate body sagged under the weight, almost toppling over.

Timothy turned and asked, "Is it heavy?"

"It's... it's manageable."

Yvenna hadn't expected things to turn out this way. She forced a smile on her beautiful face as sweat trickled down her forehead.

"Oh, then keep carrying it."

With that, Timothy casually nodded.

"Ah!"

At this moment, the disciples of the Doomed Soul Sect were utterly outraged.

Even if Timothy was strong, they couldn't tolerate this!

"Timothy, don't you know how to treat a lady? Yvenna is so delicate, how can you bear to see her carrying such a heavy sack?"

"Are you even a man? You don't even know how to cherish a woman!"

Timothy just chuckled, leaving behind a dashing silhouette: "Women only slow down my sword drawing speed."

But then, as if remembering something, he took a few steps and added, "But a goddess won't, because a goddess provides me with a fine sword."

With that, he walked away, completely ignoring Yvenna struggling with the sack.

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