Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Deep within the cavernous belly of the third outer island of Abyssal Pearl City, the air inside the volcanic smelting chamber hung thick with burning sulfur and waves of crimson heat. Far beneath the rocky crust of the island, natural vents of deep-earth magma intersected with high-pressure ocean thermal fissures, filling the three-hundred-yard obsidian hall with a low, unending rumble like a slumbering dragon.

At the center of the chamber stood the massive, flat-topped anvil carved from a single block of Heavenly-Strike Meteorite Ore.

Spread across the dark stone surface around the anvil lay the priceless spoils harvested from the Dead-Kelp Basin: the six-foot-tall dorsal shell plate and leg greaves of the Early Grade 8 Golden-Back Armored Crab King, the two eight-thousand-catty Deep-Gold Pincer Halberds—one intact and one sheared at the wrist socket—three Grade 7 Black-Scale Sea Scorpion cores and tail-barbs, nine Grade 6 Demon Beast cores, twenty-four coils of tough Three-Horned Flood Wyrm heart-tendons, and thirty gallons of glowing golden-blue Grade 8 Demon King blood sealed inside rune-etched jade vats.

Before igniting the main furnace for the eight-month forging seclusion, however, Wang Jian ascended to the surface harbor of Abyssal Pearl City one final time to inspect the public defense works alongside his virtuous wife, Yue Lingshan.

Under the bright morning sun of the southern harbor wall, three hundred masons and forty array disciples from the municipal guilds were busy lowering massive blocks of carved profound-earth granite into the three breakwater jetties that had been cracked by the Grade 6 Three-Horned Flood Wyrm during the staged two-week battle a month prior.

Standing atop the central watchtower scaffold, Yue Lingshan wore her modest, high-collared white robes woven from Thousand-Year Spirit-Silk. A light sheen of perspiration glistened on her fair brow as she held her jade formation compass, directing a team of Foundation Establishment stone-carvers to inlay fresh water-repelling coral plates along the lower sea-wall foundation.

When Wang Jian stepped onto the wooden scaffold dressed in his clean, dark azure advisor robes, Yue Lingshan’s clear dark eyes lit up with immediate warmth and affection.

”Husband! You returned from the western continental shelf right on time!” Yue Lingshan hurried over, bowing slightly before her hand slipped naturally into his warm palm. She gestured proudly toward the three rising stone jetties below. ”Look at the southern harbor mouth. By replacing the damaged limestone blocks with three-layered profound-earth granite and linking the breakwater nodes to the secondary municipal vein, the defensive strength of the southern gate will be thirty percent higher than before the beast pack attacked!”

Wang Jian smiled gently, using a soft breeze of his True Essence to cool the sweat on her cheeks while checking the steady, healthy pulse of her Mid-Stage Core Formation Golden Core through her wrist.

”The foreign merchant captains down on the wharves haven’t stopped praising your name all morning, Lingshan,” Wang Jian said warmly. ”Every guild leader in the bay believes that without your two-week stand atop this wall, the beast pack would have breached the inner docks and burned their cargo ships.”

A faint, happy blush colored Yue Lingshan’s cheeks. ”It was City Lord Lin Wanyue, Sister Shen Mengqi, and Sect Leader Hua Yimei who bore the brunt of the Grade 6 Flood Wyrm’s acid breath in the sky—I merely kept the water curtains steady behind them. How did your deep-sea mineral survey go along the western shelf?”

”We discovered a rich pocket of deep-earth metallic ores and harvested several high-grade Demon Beast carcasses that had been crushed in a trench collapse,” Wang Jian replied smoothly, reaching into his Storage Ring to hand her a heavy spatial pouch filled with three thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, four hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones, and three boxes of Rank 3 restorative pills. ”However, smelting those deep-sea ores to upgrade the core weapons of our alliance will require extreme volcanic heat and complete isolation. For the next eight months, I will be sealing the deep-earth forging caverns beneath the third outer island alongside Senior Mu Lianhua, Senior Su Binglan, City Lord Lin Wanyue, and the others.”

Yue Lingshan accepted the spatial pouch with both hands, nodding with earnest understanding. As an accomplished Array Master herself, she knew that high-tier weapon refining could not tolerate the slightest external spiritual disturbance.

”Rebuilding all three harbor breakwaters and carving the seventy-two secondary array locks along the eastern and northern walls will take my masonry teams at least eight months as well,” Yue Lingshan said brightly. ”With the foreign merchant fleets paying us monthly anchorage fees to hide inside our bay, I will stay right here at the harbor command tower to supervise the public patrols and keep the municipal barrier running smoothly. You and Senior Mu can lock the third island gates without worrying about a single spy approaching the lagoon!”

Wang Jian pulled his virtuous wife into a gentle embrace, kissing her forehead tenderly. ”If any Demon Beast pack larger than Grade 6 approaches the southern reef beacons, crush the jade lotus talisman at once.”

”I will, Husband. Take care of your strength in the hot forge!”

Watching Yue Lingshan turn happily back to her formation blueprints—proudly convinced that she was bearing the heavy public burden of defending Abyssal Pearl City while her devoted husband labored in a dusty underground workshop—Wang Jian descended the watchtower stairs and boarded his covered transit cutter.

Two hours later, the heavy Star-Core Iron blast doors of the volcanic smelting cavern beneath the third outer island ground shut, and forty-eight sound-and-aura sealing runes ignited across the obsidian walls.

The first two months of the eight-month seclusion were dedicated entirely to a grueling feat of high-tier metallurgy: breaking down the indestructible shell and weapons of an Early Grade 8 Demon King.

Ordinary Core Fire—and even a single Early-Stage Nascent Soul flame—could not melt the sixteen-thousand-catty Deep-Gold Pincer Halberds or the three-inch-thick Grade 8 Golden Carapace of the Golden-Back Armored Crab King without burning away the precious innate earth-and-water runic patterns embedded inside the golden chitin. To liquefy the Grade 8 materials while preserving their spiritual marrow required a sustained, three-way furnace of Heavenly Flames.

Around the central Heavenly-Strike Meteorite Ore anvil, Wang Jian had raised three stone firing platforms connected directly to the boiling magma channels beneath the floor.

Because the ambient temperature inside the sealed cavern had climbed high enough to vaporize iron tools, Mu Lianhua and Lin Wanyue had discarded their formal outer robes completely.

On the left platform stood Mu Lianhua, the Early-Stage Nascent Soul Grand Alchemist. She wore only a pair of thin crimson silk hip-ties and a soaked, translucent white silk wrap knotted loosely beneath her chest—leaving her massive, creamy breasts glistening with rivers of sweat and heaving openly with every deep breath she drew.

On the right platform stood City Lord Lin Wanyue. Stripped of her heavy municipal regalia, the mature widow wore nothing but high-waisted royal-blue silk briefs and a thin gold chain around her narrow waist, her colossal, heavy breasts hanging completely bare and slick with perspiration as her stiff pink nipples gleamed in the fiery orange glow of the magma pools.

At the front of the meteorite anvil stood Wang Jian, bare-chested in loose black silk trousers, the diamond-like bronze skin of his muscular torso absorbing the blinding glare of the volcanic vents.

”Ignite the three-flame crucible,” Wang Jian commanded, lifting both of the eight-thousand-catty Deep-Gold Pincer Halberds onto the center of the meteorite anvil alongside three thousand catties of raw Star-Core Iron and five hundred blood-red ingots of Deep-Sea Red Gold.

”Yes, Master!” Mu Lianhua and Lin Wanyue answered in unison.

On the left platform, Mu Lianhua extended both pale arms, her bare, heavy breasts trembling with the force of her spiritual output as a three-foot-wide river of deep blue Azure Sky Heart Phoenix Flame poured from her palms, wrapping around the left crescent halberd on the anvil.

On the right platform, Lin Wanyue bit her lower lip and pushed her Peak Late-Stage Core Formation power to its absolute limit, venting a thick, viscous, blood-red stream of Crimson Sun-Marrow Flame straight onto the right halberd blade and the piles of Star-Core Iron!

At the center, Wang Jian raised his left palm. Channeling the vast power of his Stellar Demonic Nascent Infant, he unleashed a roaring, domineering stream of Golden Phoenix Flame straight into the intersection where the blue phoenix fire and the blood-red sun-marrow fire met!

HSSSSSS—ROOOOAR!

When the three supreme flames merged atop the meteorite anvil, a terrifying tri-colored inferno erupted twenty feet toward the cavern ceiling. The extreme heat dispersion caused the solid obsidian walls thirty paces away to weep molten black glass, while the air around the anvil warped and shimmered violently.

For forty-five continuous days across the first and second months, the three of them maintained the tri-colored inferno without letting the heat drop by a single degree.

Whenever Lin Wanyue’s Core Formation spiritual sea neared exhaustion after a twelve-hour shift, Wang Jian stepped directly behind the naked, sweat-drenched City Lord on the firing platform—pressing his muscular chest against her bare back, cupping her huge, slippery breasts in one hand to feed her a stream of restorative Verdant Eternal Spring Essence, and taking her right there on her feet from behind so she could draw directly from his Nascent Soul Yang reservoir without ever extinguishing the Crimson Sun-Marrow Flame in her palms!

Slowly, inch by agonizing inch under forty-five days of continuous three-flame calcination, the indestructible sixteen-thousand-catty Deep-Gold Pincer Halberds, the three thousand catties of Star-Core Iron, and the five hundred ingots of Deep-Sea Red Gold softened. By the fiftieth day of the second month, the mountain of raw materials had melted into a blinding, ten-foot-wide floating lake of viscous golden-black liquid metal hovering six inches above the meteorite anvil.

”The Grade 8 pincer-gold and the spatial iron have reached full liquid fusion!” Mu Lianhua called out, her mature voice hoarse as sweat dripped from her chin onto her heaving chest.

Wang Jian stepped up to the edge of the glowing anvil. In his left hand, he held a pair of heavy star-iron tongs gripping the broken, three-foot crimson blade of his Life-Bound Magic Treasure saber, Blood’s Thirst. In his right hand, he gripped the haft of his massive forging hammer cast from pure Star-Core Iron.

Because Blood’s Thirst had been nurtured inside his body for years, its fractured spiritual pathways were linked directly to his own heart and his Nascent Soul.

Without hesitation, Wang Jian plunged the broken crimson blade of Blood’s Thirst straight into the center of the floating ten-foot lake of molten Grade 8 pincer-gold, Star-Core Iron, and Deep-Sea Red Gold!

ZZZZZT—HUMMMM!

As the tri-colored inferno melted the fractured edges of the old crimson saber and forced the boiling Grade 8 liquid alloy into its open metallic pores, a sharp, tearing vibration shot back along Wang Jian’s spiritual link. Wang Jian’s expression remained as cold as ancient iron. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of shimmering, dark-gold Nascent Soul essence blood straight into the floating molten lake, binding the new metals to his life-source.

Then, planting his bare feet wide upon the scorching basalt floor, Wang Jian aligned his ankles, knees, hips, and spine, and raised the massive Star-Core Iron forging hammer high above his head.

”Earth-Shattering Forge Method: Eighty-One Stellar Folds!”

Inside his lower energy reservoir, the three-inch Stellar Demonic Nascent Infant opened its eyes, pouring the full gravitational weight of his Initial Stage Nascent Soul Realm and his dragon-marrow-tempered body into his right arm.

Wang Jian brought the hammer crashing down onto the floating mass of glowing golden-black metal!

CLANG—BOOOOOOOM!

A deafening metallic thunderclap shook the entire third outer island from its deep-earth roots to its cliffside peaks. A blinding ring of golden-violet sparks blasted ten rods outward across the cavern, and the ten-foot lake of viscous liquid alloy was forcefully flattened to half its thickness in a single blow, expelling a screaming jet of gray impurity smoke from the ancient crab metal!

Wang Jian did not pause for even half a breath. Pivoting on his heel, he used the tremendous upward rebound of the Heavenly-Strike Meteorite Ore anvil to carry the heavy Star-Core Iron hammer in a fluid overhead figure-eight and smashed it straight down a second time!

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

Throughout the third and fourth months of the seclusion, the deep-earth smelting cavern echoed day and night with the rhythmic, earth-shaking strikes of Wang Jian’s hammer.

Every single strike carried over twenty thousand catties of raw physical momentum backed by devouring Stellar Demonic Qi. Using the Star-Core Iron tongs in his left hand, Wang Jian flipped the glowing, flattened slab of golden-black metal back upon itself after every ninth blow, while Mu Lianhua and Lin Wanyue surged their Heavenly Flames to weld the folded joint seamlessly together.

Twenty folds... forty folds... sixty folds... eighty folds!

With every fold, the physical volume of the sixteen thousand catties of Grade 8 pincer-gold and three thousand catties of Star-Core Iron shrank smaller and smaller, while its internal weight and spiritual density climbed to a terrifying level. By the eightieth fold on the final day of the fourth month, the entire nineteen-thousand-catty mountain of divine metals had been compressed down into a single, four-foot-long, four-inch-wide curved saber blade of dark, light-devouring obsidian-gold!

The blade no longer yielded easily to the hammer; every strike sent bone-rattling shockwaves up Wang Jian’s forearms and released visible ripples of spatial distortion across the cavern air.

”Eighty-first fold—Lock the Core!” Wang Jian roared, his bronze muscles corded like iron cables and slick with steaming sweat.

Delivering the final eighty-first hammer blow to seal the tip of the saber, Wang Jian dropped the hammer and snatched up the lead-lined Profound Frost-Jade box resting beside the anvil.

Flipping open the lid, he lifted out the fist-sized, blindingly bright Early Grade 8 Demon Core of the Golden-Back Armored Crab King—and slammed the Grade 8 Demon Core directly into the open dragon-mouth socket forged at the hilt guard of Blood’s Thirst!

KRA-CHIME!

A phantom projection of a ten-foot golden armored crab king roared above the anvil in a last struggle of lingering beastly resentment—only for Wang Jian to press his bare palm over the hilt and unleash sixty-four devouring blood-runes of his Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture, crushing the remnant beast spirit and turning the Grade 8 Demon Core into the beating heart of the saber!

”Binglan, Ruyan—open the blood quench!” Wang Jian barked.

Standing beside a six-foot trough carved from black frost-stone, Liu Ruyan pulled the wax plugs on a jade vat, pouring ten gallons of pure, glowing golden-blue Grade 8 Demon King Blood into the trough, while Su Binglan—dressed only in a sheer, sweat-dampened glacial-silk wrap that clung to her massive, snow-white breasts and wide hips—infused a concentrated layer of absolute-zero Grand Yin Ice Flame into the blood bath, chilling the Grade 8 blood to the threshold of freezing without letting it solidify.

Gripping the newly forged hilt of Blood’s Thirst, Wang Jian lifted the white-hot, humming four-foot saber off the meteorite anvil and plunged the entire blade straight down into the trough of freezing Grade 8 Demon King blood!

HSSSSSSSSSS—ROOOOOOAR!

A blinding column of crimson-and-gold steam erupted to the roof of the cavern, accompanied by a low, bloodthirsty dragon-roar that resonated from the steel itself!

Within ten breaths, the ten gallons of Grade 8 Demon King blood inside the trough were completely drunk dry—absorbed down to the last drop by the thirsty, eighty-one-folded alloy of the saber.

When Wang Jian lifted Blood’s Thirst out of the empty frost-stone trough, the air inside the volcanic cavern seemed to sink three feet downward under its sheer physical and spiritual weight.

The four-foot curved blade was cast in a deep, abyssal black-gold hue, with seventy-two natural veins of blood-red Deep-Sea Red Gold and silver Star-Core Iron swirling along its fuller like dark galaxies. Set into the heavy guard, the Early Grade 8 Demon Core pulsed like a miniature dark sun. Though technically classified at the absolute pinnacle of Peak-Grade Magic Treasures, its raw physical weight of nine thousand catties—light as a feather in Wang Jian’s soul-bonded grip, yet heavy as a falling mountain peak to any enemy it struck—and its innate Grade 8 armor-crushing spirituality placed it half a step into the realm of an Ancient Treasure!

With a single casual test swing into the empty air, a silent six-foot crescent of black-gold spatial distortion leaped from the edge, slicing three feet deep into the solid obsidian cavern wall fifty paces away without a sound.

During the last ten days of the fourth month, while Blood’s Thirst rested inside Wang Jian’s lower energy reservoir to bathe in his Nascent Soul Core Fire, Wang Jian, Shangguan Wan’er, and Su Binglan turned their attention to the six-foot-tall dorsal carapace plate and the unbroken leg greaves of the slain Crab King.

Using the spatial-iron saws and four intact Grade 7 Demon Beast Cores (two Black-Scale Sea Scorpion cores and two Three-Horned Flood Wyrm cores), Wang Jian shaped the remaining Grade 8 golden carapace plates around four heavy frames of Nine-Folded Profound Iron. Shangguan Wan’er inlaid three hundred strands of Abyssal Star-Iron nerve-threads into their joints using her Celestial-Tide Abacus to align their movement pathways, while Wang Jian etched thirty-six lightning-grounding and water-crushing formation runes across their golden breastplates.

When Wang Jian inserted four High-Grade Spirit Stones and the four Grade 7 Demon Beast Cores into their chest sockets on the final night of the fourth month, eight eyes of molten brass snapped open in the dark.

Four ten-foot-tall Grade 7 Peak Heavy Armored Dao Soldiers stepped off the assembly slabs, their golden-plated boots shaking the floor. Armed with heavy tower shields and halberds cast from the leftover slag of the Grade 8 forge, each construct possessed the physical durability of an Early-Stage Nascent Soul body refiner and the striking power of a Peak Late-Stage Core Formation elder—providing an unbreakable four-man guard unit to patrol the secret deep-earth transit tunnels beneath the four outer islands.

As the seclusion entered its fifth month, Wang Jian did not allow the volcanic forge to cool. Now that his personal blade and the island’s tunnel guardians were complete, he summoned Hua Yimei, Hua Ling’er, Shen Mengqi, and Chen Ying into the smelting cavern to upgrade their personal Magic Treasures to match their elevated cultivation realms.

Over the next thirty days, the three women stood beside the anvil—dressed only in sheer, sweat-soaked silk wraps that left their voluptuous breasts and wide hips glistening in the volcanic heat—feeding their own Core Fire and essence blood into the materials as Wang Jian and Mu Lianhua reworked their signature armaments:

First came Hua Yimei’s Crimson Phoenix Zither.

The bleeding-heart spirit-wood frame, which had previously been quenched in glacial brine before Mu Lianhua’s tribulation, was opened along its lower soundboard. Wang Jian inlaid a fiery Grade 7 Flood-Wyrm Beast Core directly into the resonance chamber of the wood, reinforcing the internal ribs with strips of Deep-Sea Red Gold. Then, replacing the old Fifth-Grade serpent strings, Hua Yimei and her daughter Hua Ling’er spent seven days braiding the twenty-four coils of Grade 7 Three-Horned Flood Wyrm Heart-Tendons into seven new strings, soaking each string in their own mingled essence blood and Mu Lianhua’s Azure Sky Heart Phoenix Flame.

When the seven crimson-gold strings were stretched across the dragon-bone bridges and tuned, a single two-handed chord plucked by Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er sent a visible wave of sonic fire across the cavern that shattered a ten-ton boulder of basalt into fine powder!

Second came Shen Mengqi’s Gale-Severing Frostblade and her secondary Breeze Sword.

Because Shen Mengqi possessed the Heavenly Yin Divine Physique, cultivated the Nine-Turn Profound Yin Scripture, and had previously fused Imperial Star Devouring Steel into her bone marrow, having two separate mid-tier swords divided her concentration. Wang Jian placed both the Gale-Severing Frostblade and the Breeze Sword into the tri-colored flame together, melting them down alongside two hundred catties of raw Imperial Star Devouring Steel and a Grade 7 Frost-Wind Sea Scorpion Core.

Over ten days of meticulous hammering, Wang Jian forged the two blades into a single, peerless, three-foot-eight-inch narrow longsword of translucent icy-silver steel—retaining the name Gale-Severing Frostblade while elevating it to a High-Grade Magic Treasure on the verge of Peak-Grade. At the final quench, Su Binglan breathed a permanent wisp of her Nascent Soul Grand Yin Ice Flame into the sword’s fuller. When Shen Mengqi gripped the hilt, the blade weighed three thousand catties to her enemies via the Imperial Star Devouring Steel essence, yet moved in her hand like a weightless ribbon of absolute-zero blizzard wind.

Third came Chen Ying’s Shadow-Piercing Void Daggers.

Stepping up to the anvil in her minimalist black stealth straps—her silver nipple piercings glinting against her firm, sweat-slicked breasts as she bowed with quiet, fanatical devotion to Wang Jian—the shadow-assassin presented her twin curved daggers.

Wang Jian took the two eighteen-inch barbed tail-stingers harvested from the slain Grade 7 Black-Scale Sea Scorpions and fused them directly with the blades of the Shadow-Piercing Void Daggers using three hundred catties of pure Abyssal Star-Iron. Along the hollow blood-grooves of the twin dark-silver blades, Wang Jian carved twelve miniature spatial-folding runes and sealed a drop of concentrated Grade 7 scorpion neuro-venom inside the hilts. Now, whenever Chen Ying struck from the shadows, the twin daggers could slip three inches through a dimensional fold to bypass an enemy’s outer defensive barrier and inject core-freezing venom straight into their meridians!

By the dawn of the sixth month, all forging and weapon-smithing in the volcanic cavern was complete.

The scene shifted through the inner basalt archway into the sprawling, steam-veiled Subterranean Pleasure Palace and its adjoining Alchemical Hall, where the most decadent phase of the eight-month seclusion—the Dragon-Marrow Banquet—was ready to begin.

Inside the Alchemical Hall over the preceding weeks, while Wang Jian had been hammering the weapons at the anvil, Liu Ruyan and Bing Yun had assisted Mu Lianhua during her rest shifts to refine the remaining twenty gallons of glowing Grade 8 Golden-Back Crab King Blood, the spinal bone-marrow extracted from all twelve slain Grade 6 and Grade 7 Demon Beast commanders, thirty stalks of five-thousand-year Blood-Dragon Grass, and twenty stalks of five-thousand-year Purple-Gold Marrow Ginseng.

Rather than condensing these fiery, body-tempering materials into solid pills—which would be too violent for female meridians to digest through the stomach without causing their muscles to swell like brute body-refiners—Mu Lianhua had followed an ancient imperial palace recipe found in the Profound Iron True Monarch’s collection, combined with twelve drops of Wang Jian’s Verdant Eternal Spring Essence, to decoct six massive, wide-mouthed white jade jars of Scarlet Beast-Marrow Body Oil.

On the first evening of the sixth month, the six open jade jars were carried into the central hall of the Subterranean Pleasure Palace and placed upon warm fire-jade braziers around the edge of a thirty-foot-wide circular mattress upholstered in waterproof, ultra-smooth Thousand-Year Water-Silk.

As the braziers heated the six jars, the Scarlet Beast-Marrow Body Oil inside shimmered like liquid rubies spun with threads of molten gold, filling the entire underground palace with a sweet, heady, intoxicating aroma that made every breath feel like swallowing warm dragon-blood wine.

Wang Jian stood at the head of the wide water-silk mattress, his tall, bronze-muscled frame completely bare.

After five months of wielding the Star-Core Iron hammer and absorbing the ambient heat of the Grade 8 forge, his physical vessel looked as though it had been chiseled by the heavens out of immortal dark-gold jade. His broad shoulders, washboard abdomen, and powerful thighs radiated a steady, scorching aura of Nascent Soul vitality, while between his hips, his thick, heavily veined manhood jutted upward at full mast—throbbing with five months of accumulated, aggressive Yang fire.

Gathered around the circular water-silk mattress, kneeling upon the warm marble steps with their eyes shining with wet, breathless anticipation, were all ten women of his subterranean court:

At the front knelt the five women whose newly forged weapons and Peak/Late Core Formation foundations were ready for the primary marrow-tempering baptism: Shen Mengqi, Lin Wanyue, Shangguan Wan’er, Chen Ying, and Liu Ruyan, alongside the inseparable mother-and-daughter duo, Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er. Flanking the warm jade jars stood his two Early-Stage Nascent Soul Grandmasters, Su Binglan and Mu Lianhua, together with the silver-haired High Elder Bing Yun.

Because the Scarlet Beast-Marrow Body Oil had to be rubbed across every inch of bare skin and driven deep through the open pores and meridian walls during high-heat Yin-Yang dual cultivation, Wang Jian had forbidden them from wearing normal silk dresses that would soak up and waste the precious oil.

Instead, every woman wore only thin, non-absorbent jewelry and straps forged from pure Deep-Sea Red Gold and Spirit-Pearls!

Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er knelt side by side right at Wang Jian’s feet. Mother and daughter wore matching harnesses of fine golden chains that looped around their necks, crossed tightly beneath their massive, heavy breasts to lift the pale globes upward, and linked directly to the gold rings piercing their stiff pink nipples—before a single pearl-strung golden chain dropped down their flat stomachs to slide straight between the slick, swollen lips of their cores and up between their plump, bare buttocks!

To their left knelt Shen Mengqi and Chen Ying. The former righteous Sword Fairy wore a collar of icy blue sapphires and two tight silver arm-cuffs that kept her elbows pulled slightly back behind her waist—forcing her chest forward so her full, porcelain-white breasts jutted out proudly in the warm air, her knees spread wide on the marble step to show the glistening clear Yin dew already trickling down her inner thighs. Beside her, the quiet assassin Chen Ying wore thin black leather ankle-straps and a delicate silver chain linking her pierced nipples to a small jade ring resting just above her wet clitoris.

To their right knelt City Lord Lin Wanyue, Commercial Queen Shangguan Wan’er, and Liu Ruyan—their colossal, creamy breasts completely bare and swaying heavily as they lifted the first two warm jade jars of Scarlet Beast-Marrow Body Oil from the braziers.

”Listen carefully,” Wang Jian said, his deep voice vibrating across the warm, scented chamber as he took the first warm jade jar of glowing ruby-gold oil from Mu Lianhua’s hands. ”This Scarlet Beast-Marrow Body Oil contains the refined life-marrow and golden shell essence of an Early Grade 8 Demon King and twelve Grade 6 and Grade 7 commanders, harmonized by my Verdant Eternal Spring Essence. Over the next two months, we will empty all six jars across this mattress.”

Wang Jian tilted the wide mouth of the warm jade jar forward.

A thick, syrupy stream of hot, glowing ruby-gold oil poured straight down onto the upturned faces, bare shoulders, and four massive, gold-pierced breasts of Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er, splashing across their chests and running in warm, gleaming rivulets down their stomachs and over the wide, curvy swells of their hips!

”Aaaah—! Hnnngh!”

Both mother and daughter gasped aloud, their backs arching involuntarily as the hot Scarlet Beast-Marrow Body Oil touched their bare skin!

Unlike ordinary massage oil, the moment the Grade 8 beast-marrow oil coated their breasts and hips, the five-thousand-year Blood-Dragon Grass and Verdant Eternal Spring Essence inside the liquid caused every single pore across their skin to open wide. A searing, tingling heat penetrated straight into their sensitive breast flesh and down into their pelvic meridians—multiplying the physical sensitivity of their skin by tenfold while simultaneously tightening their muscle fibers without adding a shred of bulk!

”Master... this oil is incredible!” Hua Yimei moaned in a low, trembling voice, her mature face flushing bright scarlet as she looked down at her huge, ruby-gold-coated breasts. Her hands slid instinctively over her own slick globes, her fingers rubbing her stiff, gold-ringed nipples as the medicinal heat made her lower abdomen clench in sudden, desperate arousal. ”Just having it poured on my breasts feels like ten hot tongues licking my meridians from the inside! If we don’t have your Yang Qi to guide it, the Grade 8 beast heat will burn us alive!”

”Me too, Master! Don’t only rub Mother’s chest!” Hua Ling’er whimpered breathlessly, pushing her own dripping, oil-gleaming breasts right against her mother’s shoulder so that their four massive globes squished together in a slippery, golden-red sheen. ”The oil trickled down the pearl chain right between my legs... my inner walls are itching and throbbing so hard! Please, Master, let Mother and me rub this oil onto your divine rod with our chests!”

Wang Jian smiled darkly, lifting the second warm jade jar and pouring a generous cascade of the glowing ruby-gold oil down over the bare, upturned breasts and wide, curvy hips of Shen Mengqi, Lin Wanyue, Shangguan Wan’er, Chen Ying, and Liu Ruyan kneeling beside them!

Shivering cries and shameless, wet moans echoed from all seven women at once as their snow-white porcelain skin turned the color of polished, glowing amber under the lantern light, the hot alchemical oil running down the deep valleys of their cleavage and dripping off the tips of their stiff nipples onto the waterproof Thousand-Year Water-Silk mattress.

”When the oil enters your pores, its Grade 8 metallic marrow seeks to solidify inside your flesh,” Wang Jian rumbled, stepping onto the center of the slippery water-silk mattress and kneeling before the glistening circle of beauties. ”Only by using my Heavenly Yang Divine Physique to knead your outer channels and hammer your internal Dantians from the inside can the marrow fuse smoothly into your Spirit Bones and meridian walls.”

Wang Jian reached out with both large, calloused hands—gripping Hua Yimei’s massive, oil-soaked right breast in his right hand and Shen Mengqi’s full, slippery left breast in his left hand!

Channeling his scorching Nascent Soul Heavenly Yang Qi directly into his palms, Wang Jian kneaded, squeezed, and massaged their oil-drenched breasts with rough, bruising force—squeezing the soft, abundant flesh until it overflowed between his fingers and forcing the glowing ruby-gold liquid straight through their open pores into their chest meridians!

”Hnnngh—! Yes! Just like that, Master!” Shen Mengqi cried out shamelessly, leaning her upper body forward against his knee so Wang Jian could pinch and twist her oil-slicked nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger while her soaking wet core rubbed furiously against his shin. ”Every time your hot palm squeezes my breast, the Grade 8 marrow dissolves right into my meridian walls! Look at my skin, Master—it’s glowing with golden light! Please, coat your rod with Yimei and Ling’er’s chests and drive it into my Dantian!”

”Yimei, Ling’er—press your chests together around my shaft,” Wang Jian ordered roughly.

Without a second of hesitation, the mother-and-daughter duo scooted forward on their slippery knees between Wang Jian’s spread legs. Pressing their oil-drenched bodies flush against each other, Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er enveloped Wang Jian’s thick, scorching manhood inside a hot, tight valley formed by four massive, ruby-gold-coated breasts!

SCHLUCK—SLAP—SCHLUCK!

Moving their shoulders and waists in practiced, harmonious unison, mother and daughter slid their four heavy, slippery breasts up and down the entire length of Wang Jian’s rock-hard shaft—thoroughly coating every veined inch of his manhood in boiling-hot Scarlet Beast-Marrow Body Oil while their gold nipple rings scraped deliciously against his sensitive skin and their two hot, wet tongues took turns lapping and sucking at the swollen purple crown emerging between their cleavages!

While Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er worked his shaft with their oil-slicked breasts, Wang Jian pulled Chen Ying onto his left thigh and Lin Wanyue onto his right thigh.

Using his large, oil-coated hands, Wang Jian roughly massaged Chen Ying’s firm, silver-pierced breasts and round backside with his left hand while his right hand mauled City Lord Lin Wanyue’s colossal, slippery breasts and wide hips—sliding two thick, oil-covered fingers deep into Lin Wanyue’s soaking passage to rub the medicinal oil directly into her inner walls while he claimed Chen Ying’s soft lips in a deep, breath-stealing kiss that made the devoted shadow-assassin whimper and squirt hot Yin essence across his thigh!

”Master, your rod is glowing red-gold with the Grade 8 oil and your Yang thunder!” Hua Yimei gasped after several minutes, looking up from between her own heaving cleavage with glazed, hungry eyes. ”Take Ling’er and me first! Our bodies are ready to be tempered!”

”All seven of you get in a circle on your hands and knees at the center of the mattress, heads facing outward and hips pressed together in the middle,” Wang Jian commanded, rising to his knees with his thick, ruby-gold-gleaming shaft jutting before him like a branding iron. ”Binglan, Lianhua, Bing Yun—pour the third jar over their backsides and keep rubbing the oil into their breasts while I work around the ring!”

”Yes, Master!”

Across the center of the wide Thousand-Year Water-Silk mattress, Hua Yimei, Hua Ling’er, Shen Mengqi, Lin Wanyue, Shangguan Wan’er, Chen Ying, and Liu Ruyan arranged themselves on their hands and knees in a tight, inward-facing ring of upturned, wide, curvy hips—seven pairs of round, oil-gleaming buttocks pressed cheek-to-cheek in a breathtaking lotus circle, with their soaking wet cores glistening pink and dripping right at the hub!

Su Binglan and Mu Lianhua tipped the third warm jade jar of Scarlet Beast-Marrow Body Oil over the center of the ring, sending a heavy, steaming waterfall of ruby-gold liquid splashing across all seven upturned backsides and running straight down into the clefts of their weeping entrances!

Wang Jian knelt at the center of the ring behind Shen Mengqi and Hua Ling’er first.

Gripping Shen Mengqi’s wide, oil-slippery porcelain hips with both hands, Wang Jian lined his thick, oil-drenched manhood up with the former Sword Fairy’s freezing Yin core and slammed his pelvis forward to the hilt in a single, earth-shaking thrust!

”AAAAAH! MASTER!” Shen Mengqi screamed at the top of her lungs, her fingernails clawing at the slippery water-silk sheet as the volcanic Yang heat of Wang Jian’s Nascent Soul shaft forced a thick wave of Scarlet Beast-Marrow Body Oil deep into her innermost passage!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Every brutal, rapid-fire snap of Wang Jian’s hips against Shen Mengqi’s oil-coated buttocks sent splashes of ruby-gold oil flying across the neighboring hips of Hua Ling’er and Lin Wanyue. Inside Shen Mengqi’s body, the combination of Wang Jian’s Stellar Demonic Qi, his Heavenly Yang heat, and the Grade 8 crab-king marrow oil acted like an internal forge—expanding her meridian walls to twice their previous elasticity and infusing an indestructible golden-jade toughness into her skin, flesh, and Spirit Bones!

While hammering ruthlessly into Shen Mengqi for thirty bone-rattling strokes until she screamed and squirted hot Yin essence across his thighs, Wang Jian reached his left hand over to shove three oil-coated fingers deep into Hua Ling’er’s tight core beside her, and his right hand to slap and knead City Lord Lin Wanyue’s wobbling backside on the other side—before wrenching his glistening rod out of Shen Mengqi and plunging straight to the hilt inside Hua Ling’er!

”EEEYAAAH! MOTHER, HELP ME!” Hua Ling’er wailed in mind-blanking pleasure as Wang Jian’s massive, hot shaft stretched her oil-soaked passage wide open, her heavy breasts sliding wildly across the slippery mattress while her mother Hua Yimei, kneeling right next to her in the ring, leaned sideways to kiss Hua Ling’er’s open, moaning mouth and rub their four oil-drenched breasts together!

”Hold your hips high for Master, Ling’er!” Hua Yimei moaned into her daughter’s lips, reaching one hand back to spread her own dripping, oil-gleaming buttocks wide open for Wang Jian’s next switch. ”Let him pound that Grade 8 marrow deep into your womb! Master, switch to me next—let Mother and daughter absorb your essence together!”

Wang Jian laughed darkly, driving twenty savage thrusts into Hua Ling’er before pulling out with a wet schluck and slamming straight into Hua Yimei’s mature, velvety-hot core right beside her—then moving continuously around the glistening seven-woman lotus ring to impale Lin Wanyue, Shangguan Wan’er, Chen Ying, and Liu Ruyan in turn, while Su Binglan, Mu Lianhua, and Elder Bing Yun knelt around the outer edge of the ring, using their own bare, oil-covered breasts and hands to massage the writhing women’s chests and taking their own turns riding Wang Jian’s shaft whenever he leaned back to rest!

For sixty continuous days and nights across the sixth and seventh months, the Dragon-Marrow Banquet raged inside the steam-filled Subterranean Pleasure Palace.

Jar after jar of the priceless Scarlet Beast-Marrow Body Oil was poured over their naked, writhing bodies and hammered relentlessly through their pores and Dantians by Wang Jian’s tireless Nascent Soul stamina.

By the end of the seventh month, all six massive jade jars stood completely empty.

When the ten women finally emerged from the warm cleansing springs during the eighth month to meditate and consolidate their gains, the physical transformation across Wang Jian’s core retinue was nothing short of miraculous:

Every single drop of the Early Grade 8 Demon King’s blood-marrow had fused completely into their meridian walls, flesh, and Spirit Bones without changing a single curve of their breathtakingly soft, voluptuous figures. Beneath their silky, snow-white skin now flowed a faint, indestructible golden-jade luster—granting every woman in the harem a physical vessel tough enough to deflect Low-Grade Magic Treasure blades with their bare arms and, more importantly, giving Shen Mengqi, Lin Wanyue, Shangguan Wan’er, Hua Yimei, and Elder Bing Yun the meridian elasticity and physical resilience required to survive the future Heavenly Thunder of a Nascent Soul breakthrough without failing!

On the final morning of the eighth month—completing a full two years and nine months since Wang Jian’s ascension to the Nascent Soul Realm—the heavy Star-Core Iron doors of the third outer island finally slid open.

Above ground at the main harbor of Abyssal Pearl City, Yue Lingshan stood proudly atop the newly completed, gleaming granite ramparts of the southern breakwater, welcoming her husband back with a radiant embrace as he inspected her flawless eight-month reconstruction of the municipal array ring.

That afternoon, after dining tenderly with Yue Lingshan at the City Lord’s Manor and sending her to the northern garden pavilion to rest, Wang Jian stood inside the highest, wind-swept observation chamber atop Azure Peak.

Standing behind him in crisp, formal battle attire—their skin glowing with radiant, unblemished jade beauty and their newly upgraded Peak and High-Grade Magic Treasures humming quietly at their waists—were Su Binglan, Mu Lianhua, Shen Mengqi, Lin Wanyue, Shangguan Wan’er, Hua Yimei, Bing Yun, and Chen Ying.

At Wang Jian’s waist hung the reforged four-foot black-gold saber, Blood’s Thirst, its Early Grade 8 Demon Core guard completely veiled by his Stellar Demonic Qi.

Chen Ying stepped forward to the basalt map table, placing two blood-encrypted jade slips that had arrived through the deep-sea relay array less than an hour ago.

”Master,” Chen Ying reported in a crisp, focused tone. ”Both sleeper relays have activated simultaneously. During the eight months our forge was sealed, the war in the eastern sea sector reached a breaking point. Four more outer islands fell to the Grand Beast Tide. Due to the high casualty rate among their senior officers, Qiu Yun has been officially promoted to a Core Formation Deacon-Elder on the central war council of the Azure Wave Sword Sect, and Su Ning has been elevated to an Inner Hall Mistress of Blood Shark Hall—sitting directly beside Daoist Xue Li, the vessel of the Yin Severing True Monarch.”

Wang Jian picked up the two jade slips, infusing a thread of his Nascent Soul mental awareness into both scrolls at once.

Two identical, top-secret formation blueprints projected into the air above the basalt table, converging upon a jagged ring of blood-red coral atolls located three hundred miles northwest of Black-Scale Strait: Crimson Reef.

”Driven to desperation by the loss of six resource islands and the unexplained disappearance of Iron-Pincer Demon King’s fifty-thousand-strong western vanguard,” Shangguan Wan’er read from the decrypted text, her pale blue eyes gleaming with sharp calculation, ”Heavenly Tide True Monarch of the Myriad Ocean Palace and Blood-Bone True Monarch of the Holy Nether Sea Organization have realized that if they do not decapitate the Demon Beast command, both human superpowers will be pushed all the way back to the eastern mainland.”

”So the two dying old monsters signed a secret truce,” Mu Lianhua murmured, studying the overlapping formation lines projected above Crimson Reef. ”They intend to use a false transport convoy carrying twenty thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones as bait at Crimson Reef to lure Shifting-Tide Patriarch—the Peak Grade 8 Eight-Armed Abyssal Kraken—and Red-Scale Matriarch—the Early Grade 8 Scarlet Flood-Serpent—into a joint Heaven-and-Earth Subjugation Array next month.”

”Look closer at the outer and inner anchor diagrams that Qiu Yun and Su Ning copied from their respective ancestors’ war tents,” Wang Jian said, a cold, razor-sharp smile curving his lips as he pointed to two hidden secondary rune clusters buried beneath the joint formation blueprint.

Su Binglan’s ice-blue eyes narrowed as she examined the two hidden clusters. ”Neither ancestor intends to honor the truce! Heavenly Tide True Monarch has secretly wired thirty-six Tidal Soul-Severing Mines underneath the demonic array seats, while Blood-Bone True Monarch has planted a Corpse-Marrow Detonation Array directly beneath the Myriad Ocean Palace flagship anchorage! Each old monster plans to let the other bear the brunt of Shifting-Tide Patriarch’s Kraken tentacles, and then detonate their backstabbing array the split-second the beasts are crippled!”

”And neither side knows that their most trusted logistics elders—Qiu Yun and Su Ning—have just placed the master timing nodes of both backstabbing arrays directly onto my table,” Wang Jian said calmly.

He picked up Shangguan Wan’er’s Celestial-Tide Abacus, flicking three Abyssal Star-Iron beads across the frame with a crisp clack.

”A Peak Grade 8 Kraken Patriarch and two Mid-Stage Nascent Soul human ancestors colliding inside a mined reef is a spectacle that only occurs once in five hundred years,” Wang Jian said, his dark, starlit eyes locking onto the secondary crimson dot on the map representing the Early Grade 8 Red-Scale Matriarch. ”And while those three Mid-Stage monsters tear each other’s limbs off in the center of the explosion, that hot-blooded Scarlet Flood-Serpent Matriarch on their flank is going to make a very tempting prize.”

Wang Jian handed two altered jade slips back to Chen Ying and Shangguan Wan’er.

”Transmit these two modified timing coordinates back to Qiu Yun and Su Ning so that both human backstabbing arrays detonate ten breaths before the main beast cage locks,” Wang Jian commanded smoothly. ”And Wan’er, have a fast Consortium smuggling cutter drop an anonymous warning buoy thirty leagues south of Crimson Reef where Red-Scale Matriarch’s serpent scouts will swallow it. In six months, when the waters of Crimson Reef turn red with Nascent Soul blood, we will take the stealth galleon out to collect our fourth Nascent Soul pillar.”