SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS - Chapter 1004: Seduction of Every-Type!

Chapter 1004: Seduction of Every-Type!

The first light of dawn broke over the Lan Family estate, painting soft golden hues across the tiled rooftops and bamboo groves. But within the Blue Lotus Pavilion, the air was thick with tension.

Manuka Lan stood barefoot at the window, her white robe hastily tied, her eyes locked on the horizon.

“You have to leave,” she whispered.

Phillip, sitting on the edge of her bed, looked at her with calm, unwavering eyes. “I said I’ll face whatever comes—”

“No!” she turned sharply, her voice trembling. “Don’t make this about pride. If the elders find you here, they’ll cripple your cultivation or worse. I can’t let you pay that price… not after last night.”

Her words were laced with urgency and fear.

“I’ll meet you again,” she said more softly, taking his hand and placing something inside it—a silver lotus hairpin. “Take this. Until I see you again, this will be your proof that I chose you.”

Phillip gazed at her—so fierce, so tender. Then nodded.

Without another word, he dissolved into the shadow of the early morning, just as the bells of the guard tower rang.

— — —

At the Salt Family estate, Phillip stood before his dressing mirror, donning his clean formal robes of navy and gold. His father adjusted the collar silently, watching his son’s face through the reflection.

“You didn’t return last night,” his father said coolly.

“I had a meeting,” Phillip answered flatly.

“I assume with the one who sent you the silver letter.”

Phillip didn’t reply. The silence spoke enough.

His father gave a soft chuckle. “Be careful with White Lily. She’s not a flower that blooms without thorns. You’re not the same boy anymore—but that doesn’t mean they won’t try to use your heart against you.”

Phillip nodded. “That’s why I’m not going there as a suitor. I’m going for the sword.”

“And if they refuse?”

“Then I’ll make sure they never try to trick me again.”

His father looked at him quietly for a long time.

“You’ve grown, Phillip,” he finally said. “Make sure your ambition doesn’t outpace your caution.”

— — —

A grand golden chariot, pulled by twin flamecloud stallions, rolled up the marble steps of the White Clan estate by noon. White-robed elders awaited its arrival, standing in neat rows, their expressions composed but their eyes brimming with curiosity.

The air shimmered faintly with spiritual energy—this was a place of high heritage, and danger.

Phillip stepped down with poise. The wind tousled his hair slightly, but his gaze was steady.

From the top of the stairway, Lily White descended slowly, adorned in a pale pink robe with plum blossom embroidery. Her long black hair shimmered like night silk under the sun, her lips painted the softest red.

“Phillip,” she said with a radiant smile, “You’ve come. I was starting to think your heart belonged elsewhere.”

He gave a courteous bow. “I came for what we discussed. I assume your family is prepared.”

Lily turned, her robes trailing behind her like mist. “Of course. Come, the Heavenly Sword is waiting… and so am I.”

The elders exchanged glances behind her, some muttering approval, others concealing discomfort. But all stepped aside as Phillip followed her deeper into the White Clan halls.

He noticed it immediately.

The excessive politeness. The quiet flattery. The tea brewed just to his taste. The unnecessary presence of too many high elders in a supposedly personal matter.

They were setting a stage.

Lily led him toward her private wing—a grand moonlit corridor ending in a crimson-scented room filled with glowing lotus lanterns. Curtains danced in the wind. Incense wafted through the air like seductive whispers.

Once inside, she closed the doors.

She turned toward him, the smile on her lips softening. “You’ve changed, Phillip.”

“Time does that,” he replied.

She walked closer. “I remember a boy who used to stutter when I passed him in the academy halls. Who blushed when I handed him a spiritual fruit.”

“I’m not that boy anymore.”

She placed her hands gently on his chest, tilting her head. “But maybe I liked that boy…”

Phillip said nothing.

She leaned closer, her fingers tracing the lapel of his robe. “You’re sharp now. Confident. Even handsome. Do you know how long it’s been since someone looked at me not as a tool, but as a woman?”

He didn’t flinch.

“Then you’ll understand,” she said, voice low and breathy, “when I say that the sword isn’t the only treasure in this room.”

Her outer robe slipped slightly, revealing the silk strap beneath, and the flawless skin of her shoulder.

Phillip gently took her hands and stepped back.

“I didn’t come for this.”

Her eyes widened—hurt, shock, then something colder flickered.

“I came for the Heavenly Sword,” he continued. “And I think you know very well that I’ve earned it.”

Lily laughed softly, but there was a tremor in it. She then loosened her upper robes, revealing two soft and firm mounds. The alluring pink nods might bend any man. Also, Phillip is taking full advantage of the display without bending his will.

She felt stunned with the indifferent look of Phillip.

“You truly are different now.”

“I am,” Phillip said. “I no longer chase shadows. I set fire to them.”

She turned away, the illusion of seduction shattered. “You’ve chosen her, haven’t you?”

He said nothing.

“Manuka Lan,” Lily spat, her voice sharper now. “That cold-hearted herb maiden. You think she’ll love you like I could? She has nothing but scars to offer.”

“She gave me truth,” Phillip replied. “You gave me a game.”

There was silence. Lily slowly composed herself. “Fine.”

She turned, walking past him. “I’ll give you the sword. But not because I lost. Because I want to see how far you’ll go. But don’t forget your promise. Bring me the Sword in heart manual from Manuka Lan.”

— — —

Back in the main hall, a pedestal had been brought forward. Upon it rested a case wrapped in seven spiritual seals, glowing faintly.

The elders stood as Lily unlocked each seal with a flick of her jade token.

With a sharp hiss of qi, the seals lifted—and the box opened.

Inside, cradled in celestial silk, lay the Heavenly Sword of the White Flame—a blade forged in the ancient realm from phoenix bones and stardust. It shimmered with restrained power, a sword that recognized only clarity of heart.

As Phillip reached out to take it, the sword pulsed with recognition.

The elders gasped quietly.

“It accepted him…” one murmured.

Lily turned away, her face unreadable. But in the next second Phillip did the unexpected thing which shocked the entire White clan estate!