Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

The heavy iron burial chamber reeked of scorched meat and boiling blood. The massive thermal explosion from City Lord Hai Kuo’s talisman had reduced the outer barricades into a glowing, viscous slag of molten metal. Puddles of liquid iron dripped from the ceiling, hissing loudly as they struck the uneven floorboards. Amidst the devastation, Wang Jian stood perfectly still, his dark robes unmarked by the ash and slaughter.

Standing before him was the newly possessed body of Xue Li. The physical changes were grotesque. Thick, pitch-black veins bulged against the pale skin of the dead blood-cultivator’s neck and face, pulsating with a rhythmic, heavy thrum. The Yin Severing True Monarch, having fully anchored its ancient soul into the stolen flesh, was actively forcing its own Demonic Qi into the foreign internal channels, violently rewriting the meridian pathways to align with its own ancient cultivation arts.

”The physical adaptation will require time, Master,” the Yin Severing True Monarch reported, the stolen vocal cords scraping heavily against the hot air. ”The previous occupant utilized crude blood-arts. I must purge his lingering energy and expand the major vessels to accommodate the sheer density of my native techniques. Only then can I return this flesh to the Middle Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.”

Wang Jian looked down at his enslaved tool, his starlit, abyssal eyes devoid of any warmth. ”You will have time to rebuild your foundation during your journey. Your immediate objective lies far beyond this ruined tomb.”

The possessed corpse knelt on the rusted iron floorboards, the heavy Steller Demonic Slave Seal forcing absolute submission. ”I await your commands.”

”You will return directly to the Azure Blood Sect,” Wang Jian stated, his voice a low, heavy rumble that vibrated against the rusted iron walls. ”You will utilize the authority and the physical appearance of this elder to infiltrate their upper hierarchy. You will systematically slaughter their current leadership, absorb their cultivation bases to accelerate your own recovery, and assume absolute control over their entire faction.”

”It shall be done,” the spirit replied, its black eyes staring blankly at the floor. ”And once the sect is secured under my heel?”

”You will mobilize their fleets and depart for the outer islands,” Wang Jian ordered. ”Your primary, singular mission is to hunt down a cultivator named Ye Fan.”

The Yin Severing True Monarch raised its head slightly. ”Ye Fan. I do not possess any memories of this individual from the vessel’s mind. What are his identifying markers?”

”He is a young man, previously affiliated with the Silver Gale Sect,” Wang Jian explained, pacing slowly across the scorched metal. ”He wields a massive, incredibly heavy black broadsword. His aura burns with a distinct, golden flame that possesses overwhelming purifying properties. He carries the legacy of the Abyssal Zephyr Lord.”

Wang Jian stopped, staring down at the kneeling entity. ”He is highly resourceful and possesses an unnatural affinity for surviving lethal encounters. You will utilize the entire intelligence network of the Azure Blood Sect to scour the outer islands. While you track him, I grant you full permission to slaughter and absorb the vitality of any rogue cultivators you encounter. Feed their blood and Qi into your core to rapidly restore your Nascent Soul strength. You must possess overwhelming power when you finally corner him.”

”I will drain the outer islands dry to rebuild my strength, Master,” the spirit promised, a dark, grating eagerness bleeding into its stolen voice. ”I will bring you this Ye Fan’s head.”

”You will bring him to me alive,” Wang Jian corrected harshly, the heavy pressure of his Steller Demonic Qi pushing the spirit’s face back into the iron floor. ”Do not kill him. Break his limbs, shatter his meridians, but his life belongs to me.”

”Understood,” the spirit gasped under the crushing weight.

”Furthermore,” Wang Jian continued, releasing the pressure. ”You have a secondary objective. The Holy Nether Sea Organization is currently tearing through this sea region. You will direct the Azure Blood Sect to officially join this massive alliance. You will integrate your forces with their vanguard. Your purpose is to monitor the movements of their supreme commanders and ensure the Azure Blood Sect rises to become one of the factions with the absolute highest military power within their ranks. You will act as my blade hidden within their chaotic army, feeding me their troop movements and their strike targets as they wage their war against the Myriad Ocean Palace.”

”I shall embed myself within their war councils,” the Yin Severing True Monarch vowed. ”I shall manipulate their campaigns to serve your grand design.”

”Go,” Wang Jian commanded, turning his back on the possessed corpse. ”Do not contact me until you hold the reins of the Azure Blood Sect.”

The ancient spirit rose from the floor, bowing deeply, before turning and leaping upward toward the shattered ceiling of the cavern, disappearing into the dark, winding tunnels leading back to the surface.

Wang Jian did not linger in the ruined burial chamber. He gathered his five beautiful, exceptionally voluptuous women and ascended from the depths of Myriad Refinements Island. They boarded the heavy, profound-ironwood warship that had brought them there.

The voyage back to Abyssal Pearl City would take one full month across the heavy, turbulent ocean swells.

Inside the deepest, heavily shielded cultivation chamber of the ship, Lin Wanyue sat cross-legged upon a smooth stone mat. The City Lord’s wife had discarded her torn purple silk robes, sitting completely naked. Her incredibly thick, exceptionally curvy hourglass figure was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her massive, heavy breasts rested softly against her ribcage, her tight pink nipples pointing outward in the stifling heat of the room.

Resting in the palm of her right hand was the Heavenly Flame Essence, which she had formally identified through her ancient texts as the Crimson Sun-Marrow Flame.

The flame burned with a brilliant, blinding crimson light, radiating a searing heat that caused the air in the chamber to warp and ripple with severe spatial friction. The thermal heat dispersion was immense, baking the wooden walls of the cabin until they groaned under the structural stress.

Lin Wanyue did not flinch from the scorching temperature. Her breathing was entirely steady, her beautiful face set in a mask of absolute, unwavering determination. She had suffered no cold injuries from the previous battles, and she required absolutely no assistance from Wang Jian to refine this treasure.

She parted her luscious lips and brought her palm upward. She inhaled sharply, drawing the raging Crimson Sun-Marrow Flame directly into her mouth.

The fiery essence traveled down her throat, settling heavily into her Dantian. The physical sensation was intense, a rolling wave of pure, unadulterated thermal energy expanding through her core. Her native water-qi rushed forward to meet the invasive heat.

Instead of a violent, destructive clash, Lin Wanyue expertly utilized her Middle Stage Core Formation foundation to establish a flawless, cyclical balance. The heavy water-qi wrapped around the scorching flame, compressing the heat, creating a perfect, boiling cycle of creation and refinement within her spiritual sea.

The pure essence of the flame aggressively scoured her internal pathways, widening her meridians and expanding her capacity to hold spiritual energy. The intense physical pressure built rapidly inside her core. Her very fair skin flushed a deep, vibrant red, radiating a heavy, dense aura that pushed against the walls of the chamber.

Week after week, she sat perfectly still, absorbing the profound power of the essence. The bottleneck that had hindered her progress for decades—the barrier preventing her from reaching the Late Stage of the Core Formation Realm—began to thin, melted away by the continuous, harmonious boiling of her newly integrated elements.

In an adjacent chamber, Shen Mengqi sat in a similar state of deep meditation. The Fairy of the Silver Gale, her flawless, voluptuous body entirely bare, held the heavy orb of Imperial Star Devouring Steel between her palms. The sheer physical weight of the metal essence pressed her hands downward, straining her shoulder muscles.

She forcefully channeled her newly awakened Heavenly Yin Divine Physique, dragging the heavy, crushing metallic Qi directly into her flesh. The dark metal essence merged with her bone marrow and her muscular fibers, hardening her internal pathways. The process was agonizing, forcing her body to adapt to the crushing weight of the element, fundamentally altering her physical resilience.

Further down the hull, Mu Lianhua remained sealed within absolute, closed-door seclusion. The stunning master alchemist sat in total darkness, her massive breasts rising and falling slowly as she focused entirely on gathering the immense, staggering volume of spiritual energy required to eventually shatter her Golden Core. Wang Jian had accurately estimated that compiling the sheer density of Qi needed for her specific, flawless foundation to attempt the Nascent Soul breakthrough would require at least three years of continuous, uninterrupted absorption. She held the Mind-Clearing Zenith-Lotus Talisman safely within her spatial ring, preserving the life-saving artifact for the distant day she would face the Heart Demon Trial.

While the women dedicated themselves to their grueling martial advancement, Wang Jian claimed the expansive master cabin for his own decadent, uninhibited pleasure.

The large cabin was lined with plush red carpets and soft, velvet cushions. Wang Jian lounged comfortably on his back, his heavily muscled, perfectly tempered chest exposed to the warm, salt-tinged air flowing through the portholes.

Straddling his thick, muscular thighs was Shangguan Wan’er. The former merchant queen was dressed in a sheer, tight black silk dress that completely failed to conceal her incredibly sexy, plump buttocks and her massive, soft breasts. She leaned forward, her hands pressing against his abdomen, her wide hips grinding down aggressively against his pelvis.

”Ahhh! Master! Pound my pussy!” Shangguan Wan’er shrieked, tossing her head back, her dark hair flying wildly.

Wang Jian gripped her wide, flare-shaped hips with bruising, unyielding strength, his calloused fingers digging deeply into her very fair skin. His massive, rock-hard dick was completely buried to the absolute hilt inside her dripping, incredibly tight passage. He pulled out almost to the tip before slamming back in with terrifying, kinetic force.

SLAP! SQUELCH! SLAP!

The incredibly loud, wet slapping sounds of his pelvis colliding with her plump, jiggling ass echoed continuously through the cabin.

”Take this cock, Wan’er,” Wang Jian growled, his voice a low, dirty rumble that vibrated through the sultry air. ”Show me how deeply a greedy merchant can swallow my dick.”

”I am swallowing it all! Ah! I am your filthy slut! Ruin my womb!” Shangguan Wan’er sobbed in absolute, masochistic ecstasy, pushing her hips backward to meet his brutal thrusts, her inner walls clamping down greedily on his thick, pulsing member.

While he relentlessly pounded the subjugated merchant, Hua Yimei crawled across the velvet cushions on her hands and knees. The mature former Sect Leader wore a crimson slit robe that had fallen open, explicitly exposing her heavy, gold-pierced breasts and her curvy, plump buttocks.

Hua Yimei positioned herself directly beside his right arm, her beautiful face flushed with intense arousal. She lowered her head, opening her luscious lips to eagerly, wetly swirl her warm tongue around the base of his thick shaft, actively licking and sucking his heavy, sweat-slicked balls while he thrust violently into Wan’er.

”Mmmph! Slurp!” Hua Yimei moaned around his flesh, her massive breasts pressing heavily against his bicep.

Wang Jian reached out his left hand, violently grabbing a fistful of Hua Yimei’s hair, pulling her head up slightly. He aggressively kneaded her massive, soft globe of flesh, his thumb roughly pinching and twisting her heavy gold nipple ring.

”Ahhn! Master! Yes! Twist my nipples! Make me scream!” Hua Yimei wailed, her incredibly thick, curvy hips writhing on the cushions as the sharp pain instantly converted into a rush of wet, dripping lust between her thighs.

”You both love being degraded, don’t you? Nothing but high-class flesh meant to empty my balls,” Wang Jian laughed darkly, increasing the tempo of his thrusts into Shangguan Wan’er, his hips snapping forward with devastating physical momentum.

”We do! We love it! Ah! Use us, Master!” the two mature, voluptuous women cried out in a disjointed, harmonious chorus of absolute submission.

Wang Jian fucked them with a savage, unforgiving rhythm for hours on end. He transitioned seamlessly from Shangguan Wan’er’s tight, wet pussy to Hua Yimei’s eager mouth, swapping their positions to pound the Sect Leader from behind while Shangguan Wan’er serviced his chest with her tongue

He smacked their curvaceous, plump buttocks until they were a canvas of vivid red handprints, leaving possessive, purple bruises all over their very fair skin. He climaxed repeatedly, flooding their wombs and their mouths with scorching torrents of his thick, white semen.

The entire month-long voyage was a continuous blur of profound cultivation breakthroughs and absolute, unadulterated sexual debauchery.

On the final day of the journey, as the towering, floating landmass of Azure Cloud City appeared on the distant horizon, the heavy, reinforced door of the primary cultivation chamber slid open.

Lin Wanyue stepped out onto the main deck.

She wore her elegant, flowing purple silk robes, but the way she carried herself had completely transformed. The lingering exhaustion and the physical soreness were entirely gone. Her incredibly thick, exceptionally curvy hourglass figure radiated a heavy, overwhelmingly dense aura that pushed against the salty sea breeze. The thermal heat dispersion of the Crimson Sun-Marrow Flame burned brightly within her spiritual sea, perfectly balanced with her native water-qi.

She had successfully broken the bottleneck. She was now a Late Stage Core Formation Realm expert.

Wang Jian emerged from the master cabin, his pristine white scholarly robes meticulously fastened, completely masking the terrifying, demonic lust he had indulged in just moments prior. Shangguan Wan’er, Hua Yimei, and Shen Mengqi followed him, their beautiful faces flushed, their auras restrained.

”You have assimilated the essence flawlessly, Wanyue,” Wang Jian praised, walking across the wooden deck to stand before her. He looked into her sapphire eyes, noting the deep, unyielding submission that remained firmly etched into her soul despite her massive increase in power.

”I owe my advancement entirely to your grace, Master,” Lin Wanyue replied, bowing her head respectfully, her massive breasts heaving heavily against the purple silk. ”My foundation is incredibly solid, and my cultivation has advanced to the next stage as well.”

”We are approaching the docks of Abyssal Pearl City,” Wang Jian announced, turning his gaze toward the massive, anti-gravity arrays keeping the city suspended in the sky. ”The death of your husband, Hai Kuo, creates a massive, chaotic power vacuum within the city’s administration. The elder council will undoubtedly attempt to seize control of the treasury and the defensive arrays and take control over the City Lord position.”

”They will fail,” Lin Wanyue stated, her voice carrying a cold, aristocratic authority. She lifted her chin, her Late Stage Core Formation pressure bleeding outward, causing the wooden floorboards beneath her boots to groan. ”I am the primary wife of the fallen City Lord. With this new cultivation realm, I vastly outclass the remaining elders in raw combat power. I am entirely confident in convincing the council to recognize my legitimate claim to the position of City Lord.”

”They will argue that a woman cannot hold the city against the encroaching tide of the Holy Nether Sea Organization,” Hua Yimei interjected, her arms crossed under her own massive breasts. ”They will favor someone they choose among themselves, or they will petition the Myriad Ocean Palace to send an external envoy to assume command.”

”When the envoys of the Myriad Ocean Palace do arrive,” Lin Wanyue responded, her tone sharp and pragmatic, ”they will seek stability above all else. As long as I possess the overwhelming support of the local elder council and can maintain the flow of taxes, they will ensure they won’t choose anyone other than me to hold the seat.”

She looked directly at Wang Jian, a calculating light in her eyes. ”However, the initial transition of power will be bloody. The most entrenched, arrogant elders will not submit to logic or debate. Master, I will need you to step forward and physically intimidate the council once or twice to shatter their immediate resistance. Your presence alone will silence the loudest dissenters.”

Wang Jian nodded, a dark smile curving his lips. ”I will gladly provide the necessary physical trauma to ensure your swift ascension, Wanyue. Crushing arrogant elders is a simple task.”

Shangguan Wan’er stepped forward, her pale blue eyes glowing with mercantile ruthlessness. ”The Golden Tide Consortium’s local branch will fully back your claim, Madam Lin. I have already drafted the orders. We will utilize our massive economic leverage to freeze the personal assets of any elder who opposes you. Furthermore, I will deploy our hidden enforcers to completely blockade the private estates of the rival factions within the mansion. We will starve them of resources before they can even draw their swords.”

”Excellent,” Wang Jian declared, his starlit, abyssal eyes sweeping over his beautiful, heavily armed women. ”With Abyssal Pearl City entirely under our absolute, unbreakable control, we initiate the grand relocation plan.”

”Relocation, Master?” Shen Mengqi asked, adjusting her white robes.

”We are abandoning the isolated, hidden islands of the Isle of Whispering Petals,” Wang Jian revealed his overarching strategy. ”The spiritual veins beneath the ocean there are sufficient for basic growth, but they lack the profound, overwhelming density required to sustain a massive army of Core Formation experts. Abyssal Pearl City possesses vastly superior, high-tier Spiritual Veins that tap directly into the earth’s core.”

He pointed toward the floating metropolis. ”We will relocate the entirety of the Fragrance Melody Sect and the captive Ice Heart Palace disciples directly into the affluent, resource-rich inner hub of this city. Operating from the City Lord’s estate, we will exist safely under the overarching protection of the Myriad Ocean Palace, entirely out of the immediate, destructive reach of the Holy Nether Sea Organization’s vanguard fleets. We will grow our empire right under the noses of the supreme rulers.”

The Flying Ship passed through the outer atmospheric barriers, docking smoothly at the heavily guarded, private VIP piers reserved exclusively for the City Lord’s estate.

Lin Wanyue descended the gangplank first. She did not walk with the hesitant steps of a grieving widow; she strode with the heavy, unyielding physical momentum of a conqueror. Her Late Stage Core Formation aura flared openly, pressing down upon the harbor guards, forcing them to drop to their knees in immediate, suffocating terror.

She bypassed the outer courtyards entirely, marching directly into the grand, white-jade halls of the City Lord’s mansion.

”Summon the elder council to the main audience chamber!” Lin Wanyue commanded a trembling servant, her voice echoing off the high ceilings. ”Immediately!”

Within half an hour, the grand audience chamber was filled with the twenty senior elders of Abyssal Pearl City. They were powerful men, all hovering at the Early to Mid-Stage of the Core Formation Realm. They muttered amongst themselves, deeply confused by the sudden summons and the conspicuous absence of Hai Kuo.

Lin Wanyue entered the chamber, walking purposefully to the raised dais. She did not sit in the secondary chair; she stepped directly in front of the massive, profound-iron throne that belonged to the City Lord.

Wang Jian, Shangguan Wan’er, Hua Yimei, and Shen Mengqi filed into the room behind her, standing silently in the shadows near the heavy wooden doors, blocking the only exit.

”Elders,” Lin Wanyue spoke, her voice ringing clear and hard. ”The expedition to Myriad Refinements Island was a catastrophic failure. We were ambushed by an ancient, possessing spirit of terrifying power. My husband, City Lord Hai Kuo, fought valiantly, but he was entirely reduced to ash. He is dead.”

The chamber erupted into absolute, chaotic uproar.

”Dead?!”

”The City Lord has fallen! The city is utterly defenseless!”

”Silence!” Lin Wanyue roared. She unleashed the full, blistering thermal heat dispersion of the Crimson Sun-Marrow Flame combined with her heavy water-qi. The sheer physical pressure slammed into the elders, forcing them to stagger backward, the polished stone floor scorching beneath their boots.

The elders stared at her in profound shock. ”Late Stage Core Formation?!”

”I am the primary wife of Hai Kuo, and I now possess the highest cultivation base in this entire city,” Lin Wanyue declared, her sapphire eyes sweeping over the stunned men. ”I claim the absolute authority of the City Lord. I will hold this city against the Holy Nether Sea Organization, and I will maintain the flow of commerce for the Myriad Ocean Palace.”

A burly man with a scarred face pushed his way to the front of the crowd. It was Elder Zhao, the commander of the city’s eastern guard and a staunch supporter of Hai Kuo’s younger brother.

”Preposterous!” Elder Zhao spat, his hand dropping to the hilt of his heavy broadsword. ”A woman cannot hold the seal of this city! Your sudden breakthrough means nothing in the face of managing a siege! The authority rightfully passes to the second branch of the Hai family! Step down from that dais immediately, Wanyue, or we will remove you by force!”

Several other elders drew their weapons, their auras flaring aggressively as they aligned with Elder Zhao, preparing to initiate a bloody, internal coup.

Wang Jian stepped out of the shadows.

He didn’t bother speaking. He didn’t draw a weapon. He channeled the terrifying, abyssal density of his Steller Demonic Qi directly into his legs.

He moved with explosive, physics-defying speed, crossing the fifty feet of the grand hall in a single, blurring step. He appeared directly in front of Elder Zhao before the man could even unsheathe his broadsword.

Wang Jian reached out with his large, dark hand, grasping Elder Zhao firmly by the throat.

With a brutal, effortless exertion of raw physical strength, Wang Jian lifted the heavily armored, Mid-Stage Core Formation expert entirely off the floorboards, holding him suspended in the air with one arm.

”Your City Lord speaks,” Wang Jian stated, his voice a cold, heavy rumble that vibrated through the silent, terrified hall. ”You will listen.”

Elder Zhao thrashed wildly, his boots kicking empty air. He channeled his Qi, attempting to blast Wang Jian with a point-blank burst of explosive fire, but the Steller Demonic Qi radiating from Wang Jian’s hand instantly devoured the attack, smothering the flames completely.

Wang Jian tightened his grip.

CRACK.

The sound of thick cartilage and dense bone snapping echoed loudly in the quiet chamber. Wang Jian crushed Elder Zhao’s windpipe completely, instantly severing the flow of Qi and air to his brain. He casually tossed the suffocating, dying elder to the polished floor, where the man twitched violently as his life faded.

The remaining dissenting elders froze in sheer, unadulterated horror. They stared at the dark, imposing man who had just casually, effortlessly slaughtered their strongest commander with a single hand.

The heavy, reinforced doors of the chamber swung open again.

Shangguan Wan’er stepped forward, flanked by twenty heavily armored, elite enforcers wearing the crest of the Golden Tide Consortium. Their weapons were drawn, their eyes locked onto the terrified council members.

”The Golden Tide Consortium fully and unequivocally backs City Lord Lin Wanyue,” Shangguan Wan’er announced, her pale blue eyes glowing with cold, mercantile ruthlessness. ”Any merchant family or elder aligning against her will find their financial assets entirely seized, their trade routes blockaded, and their transport ships sunk to the bottom of the ocean. You will starve before you can even draw your swords.”

The remaining elders looked at the dead body of Elder Zhao, the terrifying demonic overlord standing over him, the overwhelming economic threat posed by the Consortium, and the blistering, Late Stage aura radiating from Lin Wanyue.

The fight drained out of them completely. They dropped their weapons, the heavy swords clattering against the stone floor. One by one, the elders of Abyssal Pearl City fell heavily to their knees, bowing their heads in total, absolute submission to the swift, bloody, and undeniable transition of power.