Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 973: Chen Ying and Liu Ruyan’s Core Formation

The heavy stone door of the cultivation chamber ground shut, sealing the master of the Cloud-Peak Pavilion into the subterranean darkness once more. The air was still thick with the lingering, sweet scent of his wives, Yue Lingshan and Hua Ling, a fragrance of jasmine and affection that hung in the spiritual mist. But as the silence stretched, Wang Jian’s expression shifted. The tenderness he had shown the women who held his heart evaporated like morning dew under a scorching sun, replaced by the cold, iron-hard visage of a tyrant king preparing to forge weapons.

He sat on the stone dais, his naked body radiating a terrifying heat. His new Core Formation realm foundation was a roaring furnace, and while he had shared a portion of his energy with his wives to gently elevate them, he still held a reservoir of violent, chaotic power that needed a different kind of outlet. He needed vessels that could withstand the storm. He needed his furnaces.

Wang Jian waved his hand, sending a pulse of spiritual energy into a hidden communication array embedded in the floor.

’Come,’ he commanded mentally.

Moments later, a section of the wall slid open. Two figures stepped out of the shadows, their movements silent and respectful.

Chen Ying, the icy sword cultivator, wore a simple training robe that did little to hide the lithe, muscular frame beneath. Her face was a mask of cold discipline, but her eyes burned with a fanatical devotion as they landed on Wang Jian. Beside her stood Liu Ruyan, the fiery alchemist, her red robes loose and inviting, her ample curves moving with a sway that was both natural and practiced.

They approached the dais and knelt simultaneously, their foreheads touching the cold stone floor.

”Master,” they intoned in unison.

”Rise,” Wang Jian said, his voice resonating off the walls with the metallic timbre of his new cultivation base.

The two women stood, keeping their eyes lowered, but Wang Jian could sense their awe. His aura was heavy, oppressive. To them, he was no longer just a powerful cultivator; he was a god who had ascended beyond their comprehension.

Wang Jian flicked his wrist, and two jade vials appeared, floating in the air before them. The corks popped open with a soft thwack, and a pungent, metallic scent filled the room—the smell of blood, iron, and concentrated spiritual ozone.

”Blood-Burning Spirit Pills,” Wang Jian announced.

Chen Ying and Liu Ruyan stared at the red pills hovering before them. The pills pulsed like tiny, angry hearts. They knew of these pills. They were forbidden medicine, drugs that forcibly expanded the dantian and meridians by burning the user’s blood essence. The pain of consuming one was said to be akin to being boiled alive in oil, and the risk of death or cultivation deviation was over fifty percent.

”Master?” Liu Ruyan whispered, her face paling slightly.

”Take them,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice devoid of pity. ”Your foundations are solid, but you are too slow. I need you at the Core Formation realm now. These pills will tear down your limits. The pain will be immense. It will feel like your insides are dissolving.”

He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. ”But you will not die. I will be here. I will fuck the pain away. I will use my Stellar Qi to guide the medicinal potency, to stitch your meridians back together stronger than before. You will suffer, but you will ascend.”

Chen Ying didn’t hesitate. Her loyalty was absolute, honed by the sword and the bed. She reached out, grabbed the pill, and swallowed it dry.

”For the Master,” she said.

Liu Ruyan, seeing her sister-in-arms commit, steeled herself. She took the pill and swallowed it.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then, Chen Ying gasped, her hands flying to her throat. Her skin flushed a violent, angry crimson. Steam began to rise from her pores, smelling of iron. Her veins bulged, turning black against her skin as the medicinal energy rampaged through her system like a horde of mad dragons.

”Ah... ahhh!” Liu Ruyan screamed, falling to her knees, clutching her stomach. ”It burns! Master, it burns!”

Wang Jian stood up. He descended from the dais, his massive erection already hard, a weapon of flesh and blood ready to tame the chaos.

”Endure it,” he roared.

He grabbed Chen Ying first. He didn’t bother with foreplay; the pill had already heated her body to a fever pitch. He ripped her training robe open, exposing her flushed, sweating skin. He spun her around and bent her over the edge of the dais.

”Accept me!”

He drove into her dry, tight pussy in one brutal thrust.

”AAAAHH!” Chen Ying screamed, a sound that was half agony, half release.

Wang Jian didn’t just thrust; he activated the Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture. He used his cock as a conduit, a lightning rod. He latched onto the chaotic, burning energy ravaging Chen Ying’s body and pulled it toward him. He filtered the violent red energy through his own Core, stripped it of its destructive intent, and pumped it back into her as refined, golden Stellar Qi.

”Focus, Chen Ying!” Wang Jian shouted, slapping her buttocks hard. SMACK. ”Use my energy! Sharpen your intent! Don’t let the pill consume you; consume it!”

Chen Ying gritted her teeth, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. She felt his massive size stretching her, grounding her. The pain was blinding, but his rhythm gave her something to hold onto. She visualized her sword intent. With every thrust of his hips, she imagined a hammer striking hot iron.

’I am the sword,’ she thought deliriously. ’He is the smith.’

Wang Jian pounded into her, his pace relentless. He felt her internal muscles spasming, clamping down on him with the force of the pill’s spasms. It was incredibly tight, incredibly hot.

He switched targets. He pulled out of Chen Ying, leaving her gasping and twitching on the stone, and grabbed Liu Ruyan.

The alchemist was thrashing on the floor, her own fire attribute Qi flaring out of control, threatening to immolate her from the inside.

Wang Jian picked her up effortlessly and slammed her against the cold stone wall. He lifted her by the hips, impaling her instantly.

”Mine!” he growled.

Liu Ruyan wailed, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her body was scorching hot to the touch. Wang Jian absorbed the excess heat, his own water and fire attributes balancing her out.

”Master... I’m breaking... I’m breaking...” she sobbed.

”You are forging!” Wang Jian corrected her, biting down on her neck. ”Break through the limit! Use the pain!”

For hours, the secret chamber echoed with the sounds of a torture chamber mixed with a harem. Screams of agony blended with cries of ecstasy. Wang Jian tossed them around like dolls, using them in every position, his stamina infinite, his power absolute. He was the anchor in their storm.

Chen Ying’s sword intent grew sharper, cutting the air around her even as she rode him. Liu Ruyan’s fire became blue, hotter and purer, as she bounced on his lap.

Finally, as the medicinal energy of the pills began to fade, replaced by a stable, glowing power in their dantians, the women collapsed.

Wang Jian stood amidst the wreckage of torn clothes and fluids. He looked down at them. Chen Ying lay on her back, her chest heaving, a faint sword-light shimmering over her skin. She had reached the absolute peak of the Foundation Establishment realm, her bottleneck shattered. Liu Ruyan was curled in a ball, her skin glowing with a healthy, rosy luster, her foundation solid as rock.

”You have survived,” Wang Jian said, his voice calm.

Chen Ying crawled to his feet, kissing his ankle. ”Thank you... Master.”

”Go,” Wang Jian commanded, pointing to the side tunnels that led to individual seclusion cells. ”The energy is settled. Go and condense your Cores. Do not come out until you are Core Formation experts. Do not fail me.”

”We will not fail,” Liu Ruyan whispered, her eyes filled with tears of gratitude. They knew that without his dual cultivation, the pills would have killed them. He had taken the risk onto himself to elevate them.

They crawled away, naked and broken but stronger than ever, disappearing into the darkness to begin their seclusion.

Wang Jian was left alone. He cast a cleaning spell, banishing the sweat and blood from his skin, though the scent of sex remained. He wasn’t tired. If anything, refining the pill’s energy through the women had only sharpened his own edge.

He sensed a presence outside the main array. A familiar, submissive aura.

”Enter,” he spoke, his voice carrying through the stone.

The main door ground open.

Hua Yimei, the Sect Leader of the Fragrance Melody Sect, stepped inside.

She was dressed in the outfit Wang Jian preferred for her private visits—a robe of sheer, translucent black silk that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Beneath the silk, her voluptuous, mature body was on full display. Her massive breasts swayed heavily with every step, her wide hips shifting with a provocative grace. Her hair was pinned up loosely, exposing the elegant line of her neck.

She saw Wang Jian standing in the center of the room, naked and powerful. She sensed the terrifying pressure of his new cultivation immediately. It washed over her like a tidal wave, making her knees weak. It was the pressure of a predator that had ascended to the top of the food chain.

Hua Yimei dropped to her knees instantly, pressing her forehead to the floor. The slave seal on her soul hummed with a mixture of fear and adoration.

”Master,” she breathed. ”Congratulations on your breakthrough.”

”Rise, Yimei,” Wang Jian said, walking over to her. He didn’t let her stand. He reached down and tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her face up to look at him. ”You have managed the sect well while I was in seclusion. You kept the pests away.”

”It is my duty,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on his face, then drifting down to his body, unable to help herself.

”You have been a good dog,” Wang Jian praised. ”Come here.”

He stepped back slightly, spreading his legs.

Hua Yimei didn’t need to be told twice. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, the sheer robe bunching around her waist, exposing her round, white buttocks. She reached him and buried her face in his crotch.

She serviced him with the skill of a woman who had been thoroughly trained. She used her tongue, her lips, the deep suction of her throat. She worshipped him.

”Your daughter,” Wang Jian said casually, looking down at the top of her head as she worked. ”She broke through to the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment before entering seclusion. She asked about you.”

Hua Yimei paused for a second, then resumed, looking up at him with wide, fearful eyes. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to him. ”Did she... did she say anything? Does she... hate me?”

Wang Jian smirked, reaching down to stroke her cheek with his thumb. ”Hate you? No. She pities you. She thinks you are a martyr.”

Hua Yimei blinked. ”A... martyr?”

”I told her that my cultivation technique requires intense, violent venting of Yang energy,” Wang Jian lied smoothly. ”I told her that you volunteer to take the brunt of my lust, to let me use you and abuse you. She thinks you are sacrificing your body for my cultivation.”

A complex wave of emotions crossed Hua Yimei’s face. Relief, that her daughter didn’t despise her. Shame, that the lie was so close to the twisted truth. And a dark, perverse satisfaction that she was the one taking the ”real” Wang Jian, the beast that he hid from everyone else.

”She is grateful to you,” Wang Jian added. ”She loves her mother very much.”

”I see...” Hua Yimei whispered, lowering her head. ”Then... I must continue to protect her.”

”Yes,” Wang Jian agreed. ”You must.”

He grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet. ”And now, Sect Leader, it is time for your reward. And your upgrade.”

He spun her around and pushed her against the rough stone wall of the cavern. He pressed his body against her back, his erection digging into her buttocks.

”My breakthrough has changed my Qi,” Wang Jian murmured in her ear. ”Previously, I had to infuse you with my Stellar Yang Qi to maintain your cultivation, like a battery that needed recharging. It was a shackle. A leash.”

Hua Yimei nodded against the stone. She knew the feeling of the energy fading, the panic that set in when she needed a refill.

”No more,” Wang Jian said. ”Today, I will fix your foundation permanently. I will fuse my Stellar Demonic Qi with your core. You will no longer need me to sustain your realm. You will be self-sufficient.”

Hua Yimei froze. ”Master? You are... freeing me?”

”Freeing you?” Wang Jian laughed, a dark sound that vibrated in her bones. ”No, Yimei. I am evolving you. You won’t need my Qi to survive, but your body will crave it to thrive. With my energy fused into your foundation, your absorption speed will triple. Your power will be denser, heavier. You will be a monster among Middle Stage cultivators. But the energy... it will always recognize me as its source. It will always ache for its origin.”

He grabbed her hips. ”Brace yourself.”

He entered her from behind.

”AHHH!” Hua Yimei screamed as he buried himself to the hilt.

The sensation was different this time. It wasn’t just physical penetration; it was a spiritual invasion. Wang Jian’s new Core Formation Qi flooded into her. It was heavy, dominating, like liquid mercury pouring into her veins. It sought out the cracks in her foundation—the flaws left by her mediocre cultivation technique, the scars of age—and filled them.

”Circulate your technique!” Wang Jian roared, slapping her hip.

Hua Yimei obeyed, sobbing with the intensity of the sensation. She circulated her Fragrance Melody Scripture, but it felt different. As she drew in ambient Qi from the room, Wang Jian’s energy grabbed it, compressed it, and forced it into her dantian with brutal efficiency.

He fucked her with a rhythm that matched the pulsing of the spiritual energy. Slam. Pulse. Slam. Pulse.

The stone wall scraped against her breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive. Her sheer robe was torn in the struggle, hanging off her in rags.

”Yes! Yes!” she cried out, feeling her power swelling. The bottleneck to the Late Stage, which had been immovable for decades, didn’t break, but the foundation beneath her feet widened. She felt solid. She felt powerful.

”You are mine,” Wang Jian growled, biting her shoulder. ”Your cultivation is mine. Your power is mine.”

”Yours! All yours!” she wailed, climaxing violently. Her inner walls clamped down on him, and for the first time, her Qi didn’t just passively receive his; it reached out, wrapping around his energy, fusing with it permanently.

Wang Jian released his seed deep inside her, sealing the fusion.

They slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. Hua Yimei felt lightheaded, but incredibly strong. The constant, nagging hunger in her meridians was gone, replaced by a deep, resonant hum of power. She realized with a jolt that she could cultivate on her own now, faster than ever before. But as she looked back at Wang Jian, she knew she would never want to cultivate alone again.

”Thank you, Master,” she moaned, sliding down the wall to kiss his hand. She had forgotten her pride entirely. The power he gave her was addictive.

Wang Jian looked down at her, satisfied. ”Good. Now for the second gift.”

He waved his hand, and two objects appeared from his storage ring. They floated in the air, glowing with an intense, amber-gold light. The heat radiating from them was immense, instantly drying the sweat on their bodies.

They were fruits. The size of peaches, but with skin that looked like crystallized magma.

The Phoenix Fire Fruits.

Hua Yimei’s eyes widened. ”The fruit of the tree... they matured?”

”They did,” Wang Jian said. ”One is for Ling’er. You will give it to her when she exits seclusion. It will grant her the potential to reach Core Formation and beyond.”

He plucked the other fruit from the air and held it out to Hua Yimei.

”And this one... is for you.”

”For me?” she gasped. ”But Master... such a treasure...”

”Eat it,” Wang Jian commanded. ”Now.”

Hua Yimei took the fruit. It was hot to the touch, almost burning her fingers. She looked at Wang Jian, trusting him implicitly now. She brought the fruit to her lips and took a bite.

It tasted like honey and lava.

She ate the whole thing in three bites.

For a second, nothing happened.

Then, Hua Yimei screamed.

”AAAAHHHHH!”

She fell to the floor, writhing. Golden flames erupted from her pores. Her sheer black robe incinerated instantly, leaving her naked body wreathed in fire.

”It burns! Master, help me!”

”Endure!” Wang Jian shouted. He dropped to his knees beside her. He didn’t extinguish the fire; he controlled it. He placed his hands on her burning skin, ignoring the heat that would have melted a mortal. He poured his Stellar Qi into her, wrapping it around her internal organs, protecting her heart and brain from being turned to ash.

”The Phoenix Fire is scrubbing your marrow,” Wang Jian explained calmly, watching her thrash. ”It is burning away the impurities of your wood attribute and rebirthing you with Fire. Your Fragrance Melody Qi is weak. This will make it aggressive.”

Hua Yimei screamed until her voice gave out. Her skin cracked and peeled, revealing new, flawless skin beneath that glowed with a faint golden light. Her meridians, already reinforced by Wang Jian, expanded further to accommodate the violent fire.

Slowly, the flames receded, absorbing back into her body.

On her back, spanning from her shoulder blades to her lower back, a tattoo appeared. It was a magnificent, golden phoenix, its wings spread in flight.

Hua Yimei lay panting on the floor, smoke rising from her body. She felt... incredible. She felt hot, powerful, and dangerous.

She opened her hand. A ball of golden flame manifested in her palm. It wasn’t normal fire; it was Golden Phoenix Flame, a fire capable of burning spiritual energy itself.

”I...” she whispered, staring at the flame. ”I feel... reborn.”

”You are,” Wang Jian said, standing up and offering her a hand. ”With this flame, your combat power has doubled. You are no longer a weak support cultivator. You are a warrior worthy of serving me.”

He pulled her up. She fell against his chest, hugging him tightly. ”Thank you. Thank you.”

Wang Jian stroked her hair. ”I envision a future, Yimei. You and Ling’er, mother and daughter, both wielding the Phoenix flame. Both mine.”

He paused, letting the image sink in.

”But we must wait,” he said. ”Four months. That is how long it will take for the others to break through and stabilize. For four months, we cultivate. We prepare.”

”And then?” Hua Yimei asked, looking up at him.

”Then, we move,” Wang Jian said, his eyes shifting to the map of the Myriad Reefs Sea Domain etched on the cavern wall.

”While they are in seclusion,” he ordered, ”you have a task. I need you to gather intelligence. I want to know everything about the City of Azure Clouds.”

”Azure Clouds?” Hua Yimei frowned. ”That is the largest trade hub in the region. It is neutral territory.”

”Exactly,” Wang Jian nodded. ”I need specific pills to consolidate my realm—pills that Mu Lianhua cannot make without recipes we don’t have. And... I need something else.”

He looked at her, a wicked glint in his eye.

”I need to know where the powerful women of the region gather.”

Hua Yimei understood immediately. ”You want to hunt.”

”I have you,” Wang Jian said, squeezing her breast. ”I have Ling’er. I have my sluts downstairs. But a dragon does not sleep in a small cave forever. I want more. I want Core Formation beauties. Sect Leaders. Ice Maidens. Queens.”

”There is a grand auction in Azure Clouds in four months,” Hua Yimei said, her mind working quickly to please him. ”The Golden-Scale Auction. It attracts elites from all over the sea. The Ice-Heart Palace... the Violet-Thunder Valley... they all send representatives. And usually, they send their female elders or heiresses to handle the negotiations.”

Wang Jian grinned. ”Perfect.”

”I will prepare the itinerary, Master,” Hua Yimei said, bowing. ”I will get us invitations.”

”Good,” Wang Jian said. He walked back to the dais and sat down, pulling Hua Yimei with him. He settled her on his lap, her naked, reborn body warm against his.

”For now,” he said, relaxing against the cushions, ”we rest. And by rest... I mean you entertain me while I stabilize my breath.”

Hua Yimei smiled, a genuine, beautiful smile that was completely broken. She kissed his chest. ”Yes, Master. Let me thank you for the fruit.”

She slid down his body, eager to serve the man who had destroyed her life and given her a new one in the ashes. The cave fell silent, save for the sounds of their union.