Chapter 763

Sylph’s recent “gift of beauty” earned her Li Chen’s renewed favor, with noticeably increased cultivation guidance and resource rewards, solidifying her status within the family.

When she occasionally encountered Serathis, she maintained basic politeness on the surface, but her violet-crystal eyes always betrayed a faint, barely noticeable smugness and provocation—as if to say: “You? You think you can compete with me? You’re too green. I found a mother to present, and even engineered the arrival of other men’s beautiful women—what can you do?”

Serathis watched all this, gritting her teeth in silent fury, yet powerless to act.

She knew her mother Feradora, though favored, was indeed outshone by Sylph in terms of meritorious deeds.

Yet she did not lose heart; her eyes darted as she conceived a new plan: “If Sylph can find women from outside, why can’t I tap into our own ranks?”

The clan chief, Lothema, had secretly taken many beauties into his private residence, several of them exceptionally lovely—if I could somehow deliver them to His Majesty, wouldn’t that be an even greater achievement?”

A more “grandiose” plan for presenting beauties began to take shape in her mind.

Serathis was clever; she understood one truth: she must make His Majesty feel comfortable, surrounded by beauties, yet never cause him trouble, nor risk bringing fire upon herself.

If she used coercion or bribery to seize Lothema’s hidden beauties, not only might Lothema erupt in rage and retaliate, but even if she succeeded, such actions might provoke Li Chen’s disgust, making her appear greedy and underhanded.

Thus, this matter required careful planning—a perfect opportunity and justification were essential.

She chose a roundabout strategy.

First, she needed to strengthen her influence and voice within the family.

Leveraging the implicit prestige of her position as a close attendant to His Majesty, she volunteered to Clan Chief Lothema to oversee the upcoming unprecedented half-elf alliance celebration.

She told Lothema: “Chief, this celebration concerns our clan’s honor and is the perfect chance to demonstrate our Whispering Clan’s capability and loyalty to His Majesty.”

“Though I am unworthy, I serve His Majesty day and night and have gained some insight into His tastes and aesthetics. If I oversee the arrangements, I can ensure they align perfectly with His desires, allowing our clan to shine before all guests and showing His Majesty your dedication.”

Lothema stroked his beard, pondering for a moment, and found her words reasonable.

Let the girl run wild—if she succeeded, the credit would naturally be his as clan chief; if she failed, he could blame her youth and inexperience.

The deal was advantageous either way—he waved his hand and entrusted the celebration’s preparation to Serathis.

Upon receiving authorization, Serathis immediately displayed competence and ruthlessness far beyond her years.

Leveraging her dual identity—attendant to Li Chen and favored by the clan chief—she began decisively directing both internal and external personnel and resources.

Whether seasoned Elders or powerful stewards, all bowed before her, listening attentively to her orders.

Her status rose with her power; to outsiders, this half-dark-elf girl had become the Whispering Clan’s third most powerful figure, after the clan chief and a few core Elders.

More impressively, Serathis was not merely a figurehead—her organizational and coordination skills were truly exceptional.

From venue setup and program planning to guest reception and security patrols, every detail was arranged with precision and thoughtful care.

The “Celebration of the Awakening of the Elven Royal Bloodline’s Majesty,” hosted by the Whispering Clan, surpassed the influence of Silver Radiance City, causing a sensation across more than a dozen major cities in southern Everday Empire!

Applicants eager to attend and witness the “ancient powerhouse” flooded in—reports claimed the number of applications reached a staggering several hundred thousand!

Ultimately, after rigorous screening, only two hundred guests—the most noble, powerful, or uniquely influential—received entry credentials.