EVIL RISING AGAIN!-Chapter 5: Practice Makes Perfect

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Chapter 5: Practice Makes Perfect

Nightfall blanketed the city in a quiet chill. Streetlights flickered like sentinels watching over shadows, and the wind carried whispers of unseen sins. Tian Mo stood at the edge of Greenwood Park, hands in his coat pockets, his gaze steady and unblinking.

He waited.

He didn't pace. He didn't fidget. Patience was a weapon, and tonight was not just a meeting—it was an experiment.

The moment he had chosen his target, Anna Miller ceased to be a mere classmate. She was now a tool, a vessel to test the initial effects of his Primordial Chaos Divine Sins Emperor Technique. A demonic cultivation path like no other—designed to control, corrupt, and conquer the hearts, bodies, and souls of others through sin and desire.

And what better test subject than a prideful, two-faced heiress of political influence?

At exactly 9:03 PM, she appeared.

She wore a red hoodie pulled low over her head, sunglasses at night, and a tight pair of jeans. Even dressed plainly, she exuded allure—the kind that demanded obedience.

Tian Mo's eyes gleamed.

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Anna scanned the park, tension clear in her stance. "You wanted to meet?" she asked sharply, voice cold. "Let's make this fast."

Tian Mo gestured to the bench. "Sit."

She hesitated for a second, then complied, crossing her arms tightly.

"Who are you?" she demanded. "How did you find that account?"

"I'm the one person who sees through your mask," Tian Mo said softly. "The Anna Miller everyone worships... is a lie. But I don't care about that. In fact, I find it... fascinating."

She narrowed her eyes. "Are you trying to blackmail me?"

"No," he lied smoothly. "This isn't about threats. It's about opportunity."

He leaned closer. His voice dropped to a murmur—calculated, smooth, laced with the faintest thread of demonic influence from his technique. "You don't have to pretend anymore. Not with me. I know what you crave behind that perfect little smile. Power. Freedom. Control."

Her breath hitched—barely perceptible. But enough.

The technique responded instantly. His senses registered the shift in her emotional resonance—lust flickering beneath confusion, pride cracking under curiosity.

"I can give you all of that," he whispered. "But I want something in return."

Anna laughed bitterly. "Let me guess. Sex?"

Tian Mo smirked. "Eventually. But not tonight. This isn't about flesh. It's about dominance. Trust me when I say... pleasure is merely the surface. What I offer goes far deeper. Power over yourself. Over others. Over your own fate."

He extended a hand. "Accept my offer, and I'll make you a queen in a world you didn't even know existed."

She stared at him, stunned.

For the first time, someone had spoken to her inner demons—not judged her, not tried to control her, but offered her something darker.

Her fingers hovered over his palm.

The moment she made contact, the technique surged.

Chaos Evil Qi slithered invisibly through their joined hands. Tian Mo's core stirred, and his Divine Physique activated at a low level, drawing in the sin-touched energy leaking from her soul.

He didn't need full intercourse to begin feeding. This was enough for now—a taste.

Anna's pupils dilated. Her skin flushed slightly. Her breath came shorter.

She didn't understand what was happening, but she felt something awaken inside her. A craving.

Tian Mo pulled his hand back.

"That's enough," he said, standing. "You'll come to me tomorrow. No masks. No lies. You'll want to."

She opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Her body trembled, confused between fear and arousal, pride and curiosity.

And Tian Mo walked away, satisfied.

Target: Acquired.

Technique: Activated.

Effect: Confirmed.

He returned home whistling, the energy from Anna's desire and pride-infused sin already simmering in his dantian. It was a tiny drop compared to what he would one day consume—but even that was enough to nudge his cultivation forward.

He sat cross-legged in bed and resumed cultivation, drawing on what little ambient Qi the Earth had and supplementing it with the corrupted emotions harvested earlier.

He could feel it.

The first minor barrier cracked—his physique's internal seal loosened slightly, and a thread of true demonic Qi flowed through his meridians for the first time since his reincarnation.

Excellent, he thought. At this rate, I will reach the Qi Refinement realm within two weeks.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed.

It was a text from Aunt Maya:

> Working a night shift. Left dinner in the fridge. Don't stay up too late, okay? Love you.

Tian Mo chuckled.

He liked Maya. She was kind, honest, warm. A good woman. But in the end, even kindness was just another tool.

One day, he thought, even you will serve my path. Willingly.

He opened his laptop and updated a spreadsheet—his master plan, written in code.

Step 1: Acquire Wealth – The lottery ticket was purchased. With his future knowledge of results, the $100 million prize was practically his. Once won, he'd reinvest through betting and stock manipulation, converting the funds into over $100 billion within six months.

Step 2: Build Power – Corrupt useful targets. Harvest emotions and sins through seduction, manipulation, and control. Use them as living furnaces for his cultivation.

Step 3: Establish a Cultivation Base – Create a secure location for gathering Qi, forging pills, storing artifacts. Earth may be barren, but with money and his knowledge, he could create artificial environments to nurture spiritual growth.

Step 4: Ascend – Reach Peak Core Formation within five years and open the pathway to Terra, the connected mid-tier cultivation world where real resources lay.

He closed the laptop, satisfied.

His path was set. His power was growing. And his technique, forbidden even in the higher realms, would make him unstoppable in this fragile world.

Soon, women like Anna would beg to serve. Enemies would kneel. Billionaires, politicians, sects—they would all become stepping stones on his climb to immortality.

Tian Mo whispered into the night, voice soaked in malice and promise:

"Let the world sleep peacefully tonight... while I sharpen the blade that will tear it apart."

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