Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Yvenna was crying so hard that she completely abandoned the "fairy-like" image she had always maintained. Her tears and snot mixed together as they streamed down her face.

Overwhelmed by sadness, regret, and a sense of injustice, Yvenna's body trembled uncontrollably. If the disciples who had long admired her saw her like this, their hearts would probably break.

Timothy sighed and asked, "When did you first join the sect, junior sister?"

"I..." Yvenna, still sobbing, managed to reply, "It's been five years."

"Five years," Timothy said gravely. "And what about your cultivation level now?"

"Aura Initiation... late stage," Yvenna replied, biting her lip, finding it hard to admit.

With her talent and potential, she could have reached much higher levels. But due to her laziness in cultivation, she had made no progress.

Finally, Timothy sighed deeply and looked into the distance, "Have you ever thought back to why you joined the Doomed Soul Sect in the first place? You came here to cultivate, not to bask in others' admiration."

"There are countless outstanding women in the world, some of whom you may never surpass."

"If you only focus on using your looks to attract attention, you'll never improve yourself."

"The true path is about moving forward, not standing still."

That statement pierced Yvenna's heart like a sudden stab. In an instant, she remembered her former self. Back then, she was determined to pursue the path of cultivation, but her poor family background offered no opportunities. Yet, she didn't give up and even chose to join the Demonic Sect.

After entering the Doomed Soul Sect and discovering her high potential for cultivation, she had become intoxicated with the adoration of those around her, forgetting her true purpose.

Now, Timothy's words made her recall everything from the past. Indeed, the true path is about moving forward, not standing still as she had done.

She had made too many mistakes over these five years.

It felt like sunlight was shining into her heart, and at that moment, Yvenna's mind cleared.

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat as she remembered everything Timothy had done. He had been indifferent towards her, showed no interest, and even said he was married.

These seemingly unrelated actions now seemed to connect.

Timothy had hardly ever left the Doomed Soul Sect, and the only woman he had ever met was Goddess Sylvia.

Of course, Goddess Sylvia could never be Timothy's wife.

That meant...

"Timothy is lying!"

This thought suddenly popped into Yvenna's mind and wouldn't go away.

Why would Timothy meticulously do all these things and tell her lies?

Could it be!

All this was for her!

Timothy had long seen the crux of her problem and had done all this for her sake!

It turned out that this was the truth, and she had misunderstood Timothy all along!

A wave of inexplicable emotion surged up, and Yvenna suddenly felt a sting in her eyes, tears teetering on the brink.

She had been adored and admired by countless people, and had heard more insincere words than she could count.

But in this moment, Yvenna felt as if she was bathed in sunlight, her heart filled with warmth.

Timothy, her senior, didn't care about the stares or the misunderstandings of others.

His seemingly absurd actions were actually just to resolve his own inner conflicts.

All of this, just for himself!

Countless people had pursued Yvenna, including the sons of destiny and noble princes, but none had truly touched her heart.

And now, Yvenna was deeply moved.

Tears blurred her vision, and through her misty eyes, Yvenna could only see Timothy's figure receding into the distance.

His silhouette was so heart-stirring, deeply rooting itself in her heart.

...

[Your impact on Yvenna's worldview has earned you 1 skill point]

Although Yvenna wasn't very strong, the reward for significantly impacting her worldview was surprisingly good.

Skill points could be used in the system store to purchase a variety of life skills like cooking, art, gardening, and more.

While not as powerful as great spells, they were incredibly practical.

Timothy didn't rush to use the skill point, instead heading straight to the grand hall of the Doomed Soul Sect.

In the ten days since his return, besides Yvenna who had secretly lingered outside, he had sensed another ominous presence.

Sect Leader Morvran.

Although many disciples of the Doomed Soul Sect were heavily brainwashed, seeming a bit dim-witted, this old fox was cunning and secretly controlled everything.

After his return, Morvran hadn't said much but had quietly sent a spiritual sense to secretly observe him.

If not for the keen perception granted by his Ancient Saintly Body, Timothy might never have noticed.

"Ah, Timothy, what brings you here?"

Upon seeing Timothy, Morvran feigned surprise, stood up, and waved his hand to dismiss the others: "You all go out first, I have something to discuss with Timothy alone."

The elders and disciples in the hall quickly left, and Morvran laughed heartily, clapping Timothy on the shoulder: "Haha, you did a great job this time, challenging a goddess and returning safely, you've got some of my old flair. But..."

Morvran's tone suddenly changed, his murky eyes sharpening, and the smile on his withered face becoming somewhat sinister: "Can you tell me, how exactly did you manage to come back alive from Goddess Sylvia? Don't take me for a fool, the excuses you give others definitely won't fool me."

A chilling atmosphere suddenly filled the grand hall.

Morvran's previously feigned benevolence was completely stripped away, as he deliberately released a pressuring aura, signaling Timothy to be wise and not play tricks with him.

Timothy smiled slightly: "What if I said the goddess took a liking to me, and now I'm hers, would you believe that?"

"Bullshit!"

Morvran instantly flew into a rage, his face turning cold: "Goddess Sylvia is aloof and proud, she doesn't regard anyone highly. Not even someone like me qualifies to be her pawn, do you think I'd believe such a stupid lie?"

"Then let me prove it."

Timothy quietly infused spiritual energy into the bonding stone he held.

Suddenly, the bonding stone connected, and Sylvia's presence burst forth from Timothy.

"This is... Goddess Sylvia's presence!"

Morvran staggered back, his eyes wide, disbelief written all over his face.

Emperor-level pressure! Such a terrifying presence couldn't be faked!

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