A being stood in the sky surveying all the damage done in the last 15 minutes or so. It had not been long but the damage done was irreversible. Even her who had the title of realm lord, the acting god of this realm could not reverse this, her being flashed purple her visage changing for but a moment as she sent out a pulse of power to hunt the intruder that had vanished out of nowhere. Like the last dozen or times, she had done so it gave no helpful result. Even combing through their essence was a bust, everything was dyed in it, and accusing anyone here would be like accusing the whole realm of travesty. Worst of all the meddling of that accursed intruder had eaten into her life force and she was dangerously low already.

She thought of simply flattening the whole sect and being done with, washing her hands clean of this mess. But she could not, to become a sect leader one needed her blessing and as much as it subordinated them to her it also gave them protection from her and if that was not reason enough there were too many bags of vital essence in this sect she could draw from. The power coursing through her was not her own and it followed rules and those rules, she could not disobey, she could only bend them in her here and there. Gaining the power was already such a miracle she would not do anything to risk it.

She sighed as she stepped into the sect leader's main abode from several hundred feet away in what people could only describe as teleportation. At least, the full range of her power was back, whatever this threat was it usurped a portion of her power for its use before promptly leaving as she arrived to deal with the threat.

That scared her, she coveted this power like nothing else and despite the irreversible damage to this whole realm what made her move was that her grip on it was loosened from whatever happened here. Naturally, her stress levels were high and she needed an outlet fortunately she had just the man for the job.

The man was in a frantic state rapidly changing out of his silken bed robes into something more presentable. He was in his late fifties but looked like a fit young man. Cultivation slowed the aging process tremendously as a cultivator of the Qi condensation realm the man still had another 100 or so years left in him. He would have a lot more and in fact, would have already left this realm for better pastures but the deal he had had with her tied him to her, and what a scrumptious deal he was.

The threat was nowhere in sight and out of even her omnipresent senses and though she should have been on guard her nature demanded she relieved that stress. And that stress reliever just presented himself to her.

"It has been some time since I last saw you, little sect leader."

The man froze in his tracks and turned to the intruder, in his half-dressed state all his privates had been for the whole world to see.

She smiled, she was getting low on her lifespan and this new problem only made that worse. But there was a willing slave right in front of her one who could feel her throat with his vital essence and she was feeling parched indeed.

The woman did not even stop to exchange any pleasantries, her face was stuck to the man's crotch in but a moment her arms around his hips in a vice grip.

The voice out of the man's mouth, however, was not a panicked scream or angry shout. It was a dismaying moan as his manhood was engulfed in such pleasure that even the sect leader's hardened will could withstand it.

Within seconds the man was cumming buckets into the realm lord's throat. If one looked carefully they would also notice that every second man looked more and more haggard, like he was aging visibly.

The whole ordeal lasted about five minutes in which the man lost consciousness as his body shut parts of itself down to save its diminishing reserves.

The realm lords removed her mouth from the man's still erect manhood and threw the man to his bed, her visits were never remembered by any of the sect leaders under her thrall and it made visits like this extra sweet as it sated her darker urges knowing the man would have not recollection of the encounter.

For her gains, she had added another hundred years to her life span at the cost of merely ten of the man sleeping on the bed on his for any woman to take advantage of his sleeping form. Her nethers tingled but she restrained herself from taking too much too quickly and people would start to notice that anonymity was necessary for the work she was doing, she could not handle any of the greater beings taking an interest and so her less than moral activities needed to stay unnoticed. Thankfully, despite the damage done by the pesky intruder, the world was bathed in enough of her essence that the man would ask any hard questions.

She could not remember his name, she was very close to omnipotent and omnipresent but the realm had not granted her omniscience. Her memory was great but the sheer amount of things she had to keep track of made things like names slip through the cracks. It did not matter though like the rest of the chattel this whole realm was just a farm for her to eat and grow into true godhood.

That is why whoever was messing around needed to be removed quickly, otherwise, her millennia of work would all come undone and she simply could not have that.