Chapter 365: Elite Problem-Solving Consultants

A short while later, Damian gathered everyone together inside the main hall.

Linsey, Helena, Cynthia, Evelyn, Cassandra, Serina, Miona, and the five servants all looked toward him curiously.

Damian leaned back in his chair and pointed toward the five servants. "Alright. I’ve made a decision about you five."

The servants immediately became nervous.

One of them cautiously asked, "Did we do something wrong, Master?"

Damian waved dismissively. "No. Relax. Actually, it’s the opposite."

He glanced around at the rest of the harem. "If you think about it, almost everyone here dealt with their biggest personal problem before properly settling into the harem."

His gaze shifted toward Linsey, Helena, Cynthia, and Evelyn. "Revenge, enemies, old grudges, people trying to control your lives... all that annoying bullshit."

Linsey slowly nodded. "That’s true."

Damian continued, "Once those things were handled, you could actually focus on getting stronger without constantly looking over your shoulder."

He pointed toward the servants again. "These five never really got that."

The servants exchanged surprised looks.

Damian had learned enough from their Destiny Stories to know that their problems weren’t nearly as ridiculous as Cassandra’s, the Four Dragons’, or the Twin Keys situation.

Compared to everything the harem had already survived, most of their unfinished business was practically manageable.

Damian continued, "So basically, I want to fix that too."

He looked toward Linsey, Helena, Cynthia, and Evelyn. "You four are going with them."

Linsey blinked and pointed at herself, then at the others. "Us?"

Damian nodded and gestured toward the servants. "Help them deal with whatever problems from their past are still hanging around and finish everything properly."

Helena crossed her arms. "So... you’re basically lending us out as bodyguards."

Damian grinned. "Elite problem-solving consultants."

Cynthia sighed softly. "That’s just a more expensive way of saying bodyguards."

Damian’s grin widened. "Exactly. Sounds better that way."

Linsey laughed. "Honestly, I’m fine with it. Better than sitting around here waiting for another idiot to come attack us."

Evelyn gave a small nod. "Agreed."

Helena shrugged. "Fine."

Cynthia looked toward the servants. "As long as they explain everything clearly before we leave."

The five servants looked stunned.

They had expected to continue serving quietly in the background, not have four terrifying Golden Core cultivators personally help resolve their pasts.

One of them lowered her head. "Master... are you really doing this for us?"

Damian shrugged casually. "You’re part of this faction now. I don’t want people under me carrying around unfinished shit forever."

He pointed toward the Four Dragons. "Besides, your problems aren’t exactly world-ending. These four should be more than enough."

Linsey immediately stood up and stretched. "Alright! Sounds fun."

Helena sighed. "You call everything fun."

Linsey grinned. "Hehe, because it usually is."

Damian waved them toward the door. "Go handle everything properly. No unnecessary massacres unless somebody really deserves it."

Cynthia gave him a flat look. "That instruction was mostly for Linsey, wasn’t it?"

Damian pointed toward Helena. "And her."

Helena’s eye twitched. "Hey."

Within the hour, the Four Dragons and five servants had finished preparing.

Damian watched them leave the temporary base together and smiled faintly.

One by one, everyone in the [Forbidden Immortal Harem] was finally cutting away the problems that had once controlled their lives.

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With Linsey, Helena, Cynthia, Evelyn, and the five servants gone, the temporary base suddenly felt much quieter.

For now, only Damian, Cassandra, Serina, and Miona remained.

Miona looked around once before immediately pointing at Damian. "Don’t even think about coming with us."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "What the hell? I didn’t even say anything."

Miona snorted. "You were going to."

Damian shamelessly admitted it. "Fine, I’m a pervert, but relax. I’m not going to force either of you to do anything with me... yet."

Miona’s expression immediately darkened at that last word.

Before she could say anything, Damian grinned. "Still, if either of you wants a trial run, my door is always open."

"Shut your fucking mouth before I shove something in it and make sure you can’t talk for a week," Miona cursed.

She immediately grabbed Serina by the wrist and started dragging her toward their room.

Serina could only sigh and glance back at Damian apologetically. "Sorry about her."

Damian waved it off casually. "Don’t worry about it. I actually like that about her."

Miona’s face twitched even harder, and she immediately dragged her sister away faster.

Serina could only let out an even deeper sigh as she was pulled along.

Cassandra could only shake her head and chuckle. "Damian, oh Damian... you really do love teasing her."

Damian grinned. "Hehe, of course."

His expression then shifted slightly as he looked toward Cassandra. "Still, Cassandra, there’s something I want to ask you."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Damian looked at her seriously. "You’re already at Peak Nascent Soul, right? Have you thought about breaking through to the King Realm?"

Cassandra nodded without hesitation. "Of course. Who the hell in their right mind wouldn’t think about that?"

She leaned back slightly and tapped the table. "In fact, even now, my Blood Festival still isn’t truly finished, you know."

Damian immediately looked surprised. "Not finished? What do you mean, not finished? You’re already here. You’re not inside that blood cocoon anymore."

Cassandra’s grin widened. "Hehe... thanks to how potent your blood was, my Qi, body, and soul are still being perfected even now."

She continued, "Once all three stabilize completely, my sword said it has a King Grade cultivation method ready for me."

Damian looked genuinely surprised. "How long until everything is finished?"

Cassandra paused for a moment, seemingly communicating with the sword inside her body, before answering, "According to her... somewhere between one and three months."

Damian stared at her in disbelief. "So you’re telling me that, at worst, in three or maybe four months you’ll already be a King Realm cultivator? You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that?"

Cassandra immediately grinned even wider. "Hehehe! That’s right. But calling me ridiculous? Are you sure you’re the one who should be saying that?"

Damian narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Me? Ridiculous? What the hell do you mean by that?"

Cassandra walked closer and poked his chest. "Master, you’re the bastard handing King Grade treasures to your harem like candy."

She grinned. "From what Linsey told me, even your disciples have ridiculous treasures."

Damian’s eyes widened, but before he could say anything, Cassandra continued counting on her fingers. "So basically, you’ve already handed out six ridiculous treasures, two to your disciples and four more to Linsey and the others."

Damian coughed lightly. "Fine, fine... we’re both ridiculous. And honestly, being ridiculous isn’t exactly a bad thing, is it?"

Cassandra grinned as her crimson eyes suddenly grew even redder. "Yeah, I know. And because of that... why don’t you help me with something?"

Damian gulped when he saw the dangerous gleam in her eyes. "...What do you want?"