Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

?A week later, Wang Jian, accompanied by his ever-present wives, Han Xifeng and Hong Meilin, arrived at the Angel Race’s domain. Celestial Maiden Yuqing, still grappling with the unsolved disappearance of her daughters, received them with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

Han Xifeng stepped forward. “Esteemed Celestial Maiden,” she began, her voice filled with honeyed tones, “My husband possesses a unique talent – the ability to track individuals across vast distances, even through the barriers of different galaxies.”

A flicker of hope ignited in Celestial Maiden Yuqing’s eyes. With a heavy heart, she recounted the tale of her missing daughters, emphasizing the lack of any leads. “Master Wang,” she pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice, “if anyone can find them, it has to be you.”

Wang Jian, feigning reluctance, stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Such a task is not without its risks,” he declared, his voice dripping with concern. “My methods require a hefty compensation, something of immense value.”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing, blinded by the desperate need to find her daughters, readily agreed. After a series of negotiations, a deal was struck. Wang Jian, with a theatrical sigh, accepted the task, leaving Celestial Maiden Yuqing clinging to a shard of hope.

Bidding farewell to the Angel Race, Wang Jian returned to his Astral Jade City. The following week was a whirlwind of fabricated activity. He orchestrated elaborate displays of tracking and investigation, all for show. In the end, with a flourish, he announced a “breakthrough.”

“Celestial Maiden, I have located your daughters,” he announced, his voice heavy. “But the news is grim.”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing felt a cold dread grip her heart. “Where are they?” she demanded, her voice barely a whisper.

“They are imprisoned within a hidden stronghold,” Wang Jian explained, “held captive by your sworn enemies – the Devil Race, specifically Mo Yu’s children, Mo Tian, Mo Feng, and Mo Lan.”

He paused for effect, his eyes locked on hers. “And from the evidence I’ve gathered,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low hiss, “it appears your daughters have been… violated.”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing’s face contorted in fury. A primal rage, hotter than any celestial fire, burned within her. Wang Jian had played his hand perfectly. Now, all he had to do was sit back and watch the flames of war engulf the two races.

Wang Jian, with his wives Han Xifeng and Hong Meilin by his side, stood before the Celestial Maiden Yuqing, who was still reeling from the news of her daughters’ plight.

She could barely contain her fury, her eyes blazing with celestial fire. The deal had been struck, and Wang Jian had seemingly lived up to his end of the bargain. Now, it was time to put the final act of his deception into motion.

A week earlier, in the seclusion of his Astral Jade City, Wang Jian had meticulously set his plan into action. Contrary to his claims, the Devil Princes Mo Tian, Mo Feng, and Mo Lan had never touched the Angel Princesses. Instead, Wang Jian had spent countless nights breaking down the wills of the three angelic sisters: Yueli, Qing’er, and Yan’er. Under his relentless assault, their pure minds had been twisted and corrupted, turning them into willing slaves of their own desires.

“Princess Yueli,” Wang Jian whispered one night, his breath hot against her ear, “You desire more, don’t you? The pleasure, the ecstasy… it can all be yours. But you must help me.”

Yueli, her eyes glazed with a mixture of lust and submission, nodded fervently. “Yes, Master. I will do anything for more…”

Now, back in the present, as Celestial Maiden Yuqing held her daughters close, she failed to see the flicker of complicity in their eyes. Instead, she focused on the demonic energy radiating from them, confirming her worst fears. Her daughters had become Fallen Angels, corrupted by the supposed violation at the hands of the Devil Princes. Her heart ached, but her resolve hardened. She would see the entire Devil Race burn for this transgression.

“Master Wang,” Celestial Maiden Yuqing’s voice trembled with barely suppressed rage, “You said the Devil Princes escaped?”

Wang Jian nodded solemnly. “Yes, Celestial Maiden. It appears they had an escape formation prepared. We arrived too late to capture them.”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing’s fists clenched. “They will not escape justice. I will hunt them down, every last one of them. And their father, Mo Yu, will pay for this betrayal.”

Wang Jian placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, masking his satisfaction. “Together, we will bring them to justice.”

As they journeyed back to the Angel Race’s star, the three Angel Princesses—Yueli, Qing’er, and Yan’er—walked silently behind their mother. They cast furtive glances at Wang Jian, their eyes filled with a submissive glint. Wang Jian, sensing their unspoken question, offered a sly smile. With a subtle use of his spiritual energy, he whispered to their minds, “You did well, my pets. You will be rewarded.”

The princesses shivered with anticipation, their corrupted minds eagerly awaiting his promised rewards.

A dark storm of fury brewed within the Celestial Maiden Yuqing. Back on her home star, she addressed the entirety of the Angel Race, her voice echoing with righteous anger. She recounted the tale of her daughters’ defilement, painting the Devil Princes as monstrous villains who had violated the sanctity of their celestial beings.

The news ignited a firestorm of rage within the Angel Race. Their celestial warriors, clad in gleaming armor and wielding weapons imbued with divine light, roared for vengeance. The very air vibrated with their collective fury. This heinous act could not stand. The Devil Race must pay dearly for their transgression.

Meanwhile, within the Devil Race’s domain, a similar scene unfolded. Devil King Mo Yu, a colossal figure with horns that scraped the sky and eyes burning with crimson fire, bellowed with rage. He had received the news through his network of spies, and his fury knew no bounds.

“Those insolent whelps!” he roared, his voice shaking the very foundations of their stronghold. “Mo Lan, Mo Feng, Mo Tian! Do they have any idea what they’ve done?!”

The news of the supposed transgression had shattered the fragile peace that had existed between the two races. The delicate balance, painstakingly maintained for years, had crumbled into dust. Wang Jian, his eyes glittering with malevolent satisfaction, watched from afar as the flames of war began to lick at the edges of both galaxies.

However, the fabric of fate had a way of defying even the most cunning plans. Just as Wang Jian envisioned a conflict escalating across the cosmos, a new development sent shockwaves through the Eastern Cosmos. Figures emerged from the celestial rift leading out of the Celestial Godking Battlefield.

First came Huang Zhi, his golden armor gleaming in the celestial light, and the clone of Devil King Mo Yu, a testament to the trials within the battlefield. They were followed by the representatives of the Western Cosmos – Yun Tian, the Dragon Emperor Star God, the Ghost Emperor Star God, and the Tyrannical Emperor Star God. Finally, from the Southern Cosmos emerged Dong Zhuo and his father, the leader of the Corrupt Dragon Clan.

All converged upon the Eastern Cosmos, landing just outside the unsuspecting Astral Jade City. Huang Zhi, alongside the Devil King’s clone, hurried towards the galaxy where the Angel and Devil Races resided, his brow furrowed in concern.

Upon his arrival, Huang Zhi was met with a sight that left him baffled. Both races, their armies locked in a tense standoff, prepared for war. He immediately sought answers, questioning a nearby devil about the situation. The devil recounted the tale of the violated princesses, their words echoing the narrative crafted by Wang Jian.

Huang Zhi, the architect of peace between the races, gritted his teeth in frustration. Years of work, painstaking negotiations, all seemingly undone by this singular event. He felt a deep sense of betrayal, his efforts to maintain balance shattered.

Driven by a renewed determination, Huang Zhi journeyed to the Angel Race’s star. He needed to intervene, to prevent the bloodshed before it consumed both races. He materialized within the Celestial Maiden’s palace, expecting to find her steeled for war. Instead, he found her in conversation with none other than Wang Jian.

The sight hit Huang Zhi like a thunderbolt. “Celestial Maiden!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. “What is Wang Jian doing here?”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing, her celestial robes shimmering with a newfound resolve, met his gaze with icy defiance. “Huang Zhi,” she stated coldly, “Wang Jian is our benefactor. He is the one who found my daughters.”

Her words were a dagger to Huang Zhi’s heart. “Found?” he echoed, confusion clouding his features. “Didn’t you tell me…”

“He rescued them from the clutches of Mo Yu’s sons,” Celestial Maiden Yuqing interrupted, her voice filled with misplaced gratitude. “Huang Zhi, while I appreciate your concern, you, of all people, should not show disrespect to a benefactor of the Angel Race.”

Huang Zhi stared at her, his mind reeling.

The carefully constructed narrative, the orchestrated outrage, all pointed towards some level of Wang Jian’s manipulation in this matter.

It was as clear as day, yet Celestial Maiden Yuqing, blinded by grief and the illusion of salvation, refused to see it.