Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 997: The Distant Watcher and the Preparations of the Shadows

The massive, heavily fortified Flying Ship of the Fragrance Melody Sect tore through the high-altitude clouds like a silent, predatory leviathan. Its imposing hull, meticulously reinforced with deep-sea Star-Core Iron looted from the vaults of defeated merchant guilds, absorbed the ambient light and spiritual energy, rendering the massive vessel completely invisible to standard detection arrays. It was a ghost ship sailing through the turbulent skies of the Myriad Reefs Sea Region.

Wang Jian stood at the helm on the expansive, polished wooden deck. His pristine white scholarly robes fluttered elegantly in the artificial breeze generated by the ship’s propulsion formations. His hands were clasped loosely behind his back, his abyssal dark eyes fixed intently on the distant, freezing horizon where the legendary Ice Heart Palace was located.

The journey had taken two arduous, highly calculated months across treacherous, storm-ravaged sea domains. Wang Jian had navigated carefully, utilizing the advanced stealth capabilities of his vessel to entirely avoid the sprawling, blood-thirsty armadas of the newly formed Holy Nether Sea Organization that were currently terrorizing the waters.

During this extended, tension-filled travel, Wang Jian had not been flying blind. He had been continuously fed highly classified, heavily encrypted intelligence through specialized communication talismans by his deeply embedded Shadow Flowers, who had successfully intercepted high-level reports regarding the ongoing, brutal siege.

‘The Holy Nether Sea Organization has besieged them for over three months now,’ Wang Jian thought, his brilliant mind analyzing the glowing, three-dimensional tactical map hovering above the deck’s central console. ‘Patriarch Nine Nether Bloodfiend is not holding back. He has deployed tens of thousands of vanguard cultivators, turning the surrounding oceans into a literal slaughterhouse.’

He turned away from the horizon to look at his current, highly specialized retinue. For this specific operation, he had chosen a lean, elite force. He had specifically left the mature master alchemist Mu Lianhua back at the Isle of Whispering Petals. Her duties were to fiercely, uncompromisingly guard the sect, oversee the defensive arrays, and protect his dear wife Yue Lingshan, his concubine Hua Ling, and the core disciples against any opportunistic enemies while he was away.

Aboard the vessel with him were his most elite, battle-ready, and deeply corrupted sluts: Chen Ying, Liu Ruyan, Hua Yimei, and the immensely valuable former merchant ruler, Shangguan Wan’er.

The heavy oak door leading to the lower cabins hissed open. Shangguan Wan’er stepped onto the deck, holding a glowing jade slip.

Wang Jian’s dark eyes immediately swept over her attire, a wicked spark of appreciation igniting in his gaze. He had mandated her wardrobe for the journey, dressing her in a highly provocative, modern-styled secretary outfit made of sheer, clinging black silk. The crisp white blouse she wore was entirely unbuttoned down to her navel, the thin fabric straining desperately and failing to contain the massive, incredibly soft slopes of her heavy breasts. Her dark pink nipples were clearly visible through the translucent material. Below her narrow waist, a tight black pencil skirt barely covered the upper curve of her curvaceous, plump buttocks, leaving her long, flawless legs entirely bare.

“Master,” Shangguan Wan’er reported, her voice deeply respectful as she bowed before him, the motion causing her abundant, heavy cleavage to spill dangerously forward. “The latest intercepted missive from Qiu Yun indicates that the outer glacial barriers of the Ice Heart Palace are beginning to fracture under the sheer, concentrated power of the demonic blood-arts. The Patriarch’s vanguard is preparing for a massive breach.”

Wang Jian nodded slowly, stepping away from the helm. He closed the distance between them, reaching out with his large, calloused hands to aggressively, possessively knead Shangguan Wan’er’s exposed, bouncy breasts right through her open blouse.

“Ahhn… Master,” Shangguan Wan’er let out a soft, breathy moan, her pale blue eyes fluttering shut as her body instantly responded to his bruising touch. Her wet pussy wept slick moisture, soaking the non-existent undergarments beneath her tight skirt.

“We will not be joining the front lines to fight shoulder-to-shoulder with the Ice Heart Palace,” Wang Jian declared, his tone cold, pragmatic, and entirely devoid of heroic intent. He squeezed her massive, soft globes together, pushing her profound cleavage up to her chin. “Our focus will not be to engage the enemy armadas, but rather to simply save the Palace’s core assets.”

From the shadows of the main mast, Hua Yimei stepped forward. The former Sect Leader’s own incredibly thick, hourglass figure was clad in a skin-tight crimson dress featuring a plunging V-neckline that showcased her profound cleavage and the heavy emerald nipple piercings tugging at her flesh.

“It would indeed be difficult for us to help them with our current martial strength, Master,” Hua Yimei agreed, her mature voice laced with tactical caution. She walked up to his other side, leaning her incredibly curvy, plump hip against his thigh.

Wang Jian released Wan’er’s breasts and turned to address the group, explaining the stark, undeniable reality of their situation. His strike force consisted of merely five individuals. Chen Ying and Liu Ruyan were currently hovering at the initial stage of the Core Formation Realm. Hua Yimei and himself were stabilized at the middle stage. Only Shangguan Wan’er possessed the raw power of the Half-Step Nascent Soul Realm.

‘Against tens of thousands of blood-crazed enemies and a Late-Stage Nascent Soul overlord who possesses centuries of combat experience, a direct, honorable confrontation is absolute suicide,’ Wang Jian thought, his mind having already formulated a far more insidious, highly profitable strategy over the past eight weeks.

Furthermore, the Ice Heart Palace only possessed a few thousand disciples and elders. The vast majority of those haughty, righteous women would never willingly submit to his absolute, demonic control even if he miraculously descended from the heavens and saved them in open combat. They would thank him, and then attempt to expel him.

“We do not fight to save them,” Wang Jian finalized his absolute directive. He reached out again, his hands grabbing both Shangguan Wan’er’s and Hua Yimei’s massive, heavy breasts simultaneously, squeezing the soft, bubbly flesh of the two mature milfs with commanding force. “We wait for them to break. We wait for their pride to shatter. And then, we steal their absolute best talents and their overflowing treasury right from under the Bloodfiend’s rotting nose.”

“The preparations for the grand theft are fully complete, Master,” Liu Ruyan chimed in, emerging from the lower array control room. The youthful, incredibly sexy alchemist wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. She was dressed in a tight, pink athletic crop top that did absolutely nothing to hide her perky, large breasts, paired with tiny, form-fitting shorts that highlighted her smooth, very fair thighs.

Over the latter half of their two-month journey, Wang Jian had not simply been sailing directly toward the warzone. He had been making incredibly meticulous, highly complex preparations far away from the active conflict.

He had ordered the Flying Ship to detour significantly, charting a course toward a cluster of uninhabited, spiritually barren, and entirely forgotten islands situated thousands of miles away from the Ice Heart Palace’s sovereign territory.

Upon these desolate, rocky outcroppings, Wang Jian had orchestrated the construction of several massive, island-wide teleportation formation nodes, utilizing the vast, staggering wealth of profound-sea crystals and Star-Core Iron looted from the Golden-Tide Consortium.

“The spatial anchors on the primary barren island are fully stabilized,” Liu Ruyan reported, a proud smile on her flushed face. “The subterranean leylines have been successfully rerouted to power the receiving gates.”

Although Chen Ying, Liu Ruyan, and Hua Yimei were not peerless, legendary formation masters like his dear wife Yue Lingshan, they possessed high cultivation bases and followed Wang Jian’s brilliant, step-by-step schematic instructions flawlessly. They had acted as his conduit, channeling their Qi to carve the massive runes into the bedrock of the desolate islands.

Beyond merely setting up the receiving teleportation nodes, they had spent weeks inscribing immensely powerful, overlapping suppression arrays and spiritual-locking barriers across the entirety of the receiving islands.

‘When the proud, arrogant elders and the talented disciples of the Ice Heart Palace arrive at those coordinates, they will find their cultivation entirely, hopelessly suppressed to the level of common mortals,’ Wang Jian thought, ensuring his future captives could not mount a rebellion or attempt a mass suicide once they realized they had leaped from the frying pan into the demonic fire.

“The suppression fields are active, Master, and they are tied directly to your specific Stellar Demonic Qi signature,” Hua Yimei confirmed. She pressed her voluptuous, crimson-clad body closer against his side, actively seeking his praising touch. “Anyone lacking your aura will be completely drained of their spiritual circulation within seconds of materializing.”

“Excellent work, Yimei,” Wang Jian murmured, leaning down to briefly, roughly kiss her neck, drawing a sharp, pleased moan from the former Sect Leader.

To bridge the massive, continent-spanning spatial gap between the besieged Ice Heart Palace and the barren trap islands, Wang Jian had personally forged dozens of high-tier, portable teleportation formation artifacts within the ship’s forge.

He walked over to a secure adamantine lockbox resting on the deck. He opened it, revealing neatly stacked rows of intricately carved, glowing jade talismans. Each of these portable artifacts possessed enough condensed spatial energy to instantly envelope and transport roughly one thousand individuals across the region when crushed.

“We have the cages prepared, Master,” Chen Ying stated coldly, stepping out of the shadows. Her athletic, incredibly sexy body was clad in dark, minimalist spider-silk straps that highlighted her perfect, hourglass curves and the silver piercings adorning her modest, firm breasts. “We only require the prey to step inside.”

“Getting the artifacts into the heart of the sect requires internal assistance,” Wang Jian mused, picking up one of the glowing jade talismans and testing its spatial resonance with his dark aura. “The Palace’s internal lockdown will prevent us from simply walking through the front gates.”

“Elder Bing Yun is perfectly positioned for this task,” Shangguan Wan’er chimed in. She leaned forward, pressing her large, heavy breasts heavily onto his arm, completely addicted to his proximity. “As a senior elder, she has the administrative authority to distribute emergency evacuation artifacts during a catastrophic crisis without drawing the Palace Mistress’s suspicion.”

“She does,” Wang Jian agreed, dropping the talisman back into the box. “I have already transmitted the secondary coordinates to her. When the time comes, she will distribute our jades, claiming they lead to a hidden sanctuary.”

However, Wang Jian, ever the calculating predator, knew that intervening too early was severely detrimental to his ultimate goal. As long as the Palace Mistress, Su Binglan, remained at her absolute peak strength as an Early-Stage Nascent Soul expert, her will would be unbreakable. Even if he transported her to the suppression arrays, conquering her mind and shattering her freezing arrogance would be a monumentally difficult, if not impossible, task.

“We will wait,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice dark, ruthless, and filled with absolute certainty. He turned to look back out at the freezing horizon. “We will let the Holy Nether Sea Organization grind the Palace Mistress down. We will let the Bloodfiend expend his vanguard to shatter her barriers. We will wait until she is broken, exhausted, completely drained of her Qi, and entirely desperate to save the remnants of her sect.”

With their ultimate, inescapable trap fully laid out across the distant islands and their portable artifacts primed, Wang Jian navigated the Flying Ship toward the very outskirts of the Ice Heart Palace’s freezing domain.

He did not foolishly breach the perimeter or attempt to test the demonic armadas. Instead, he commanded the ship to drop its altitude, anchoring firmly within a dense, swirling cluster of natural, violent storm clouds hundreds of miles away from the active, bloody siege. The thick, localized blizzards provided perfect natural camouflage for his invisible vessel.

Utilizing a series of specialized, incredibly high-tier detection arrays and visual-enhancement artifacts looted from the Consortium’s deepest vaults, Wang Jian established a secure, high-definition observation deck within the ship’s grand cabin.

He led his four beautiful sluts down the wooden stairs and into the lavish, expansive room.

He activated the central array node. A massive, glowing, three-dimensional projection materialized in the center of the luxurious main cabin. It displayed the horrific, massive battlefield unfolding around the Ice Heart Palace with terrifying, crystal clarity.

Wang Jian approached the head of the room and reclined comfortably on a massive, plush velvet throne. He unfastened his silver sash, allowing his pristine white robes to loosen significantly, revealing his heavily muscled, perfectly tempered chest. He sat utterly relaxed, a cup of fine spirit wine in his hand, casually observing while thousands of cultivators fought, bled, and died in the freezing distance.

“Entertain me while we wait,” Wang Jian ordered, his dark, deeply lustful gaze falling upon the four breathtaking beauties accompanying him. “The siege may last for days. I do not intend to be bored.”

The women eagerly, enthusiastically complied, shedding any remaining pretense of modesty.

Shangguan Wan’er did not hesitate. The masochistic merchant queen immediately crawled on her hands and knees across the plush carpets. She positioned herself between his parted, muscular thighs. Her incredibly sexy, plump buttocks swayed invitingly as she reached up with trembling, manicured hands to eagerly unfasten his trousers.

“Allow me, Master,” Wan’er whispered reverently. She freed his massive, rock-hard dick, which sprang forward, already throbbing with heavy veins. Her pale blue eyes were filled with absolute, masochistic devotion. She leaned forward, parting her luscious lips, and opened her mouth to take him in.

Slurp. Squelch.

She bobbed her head enthusiastically, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked the thick, pre-cum slicked head of his member, her massive, soft breasts squishing against his thighs with every bobbing motion.

Hua Yimei knelt dutifully beside his right arm. She leaned her upper body heavily against the armrest, pressing her massive, incredibly soft, unconfined breasts firmly against his waiting hand.

“Use me, Master,” Hua Yimei purred, her voice thick with arousal. “My body is yours to play with while you observe the slaughter.”

She actively guided his large hand over her abundant flesh, allowing him to roughly, bruisingly squeeze her bubbling cleavage. Wang Jian’s fingers found her heavy emerald nipple piercings, twisting them sharply, eliciting a loud, breathless moan from the former Sect Leader.

Liu Ruyan positioned herself on his left side. Her youthful, flushed face buried into the crook of his neck. She began to leave soft, passionate, wet kisses along his jawline and collarbone, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. She pushed her chest forward, offering her perky, large breasts for his other hand to fondle aggressively through her pink athletic top.

Chen Ying stood silently, dutifully behind the velvet throne. Her cool, highly trained assassin’s hands reached down to gently, sensually massage his broad shoulders and the tense muscles of his neck. She was completely surrendered to her role as his lethal, obedient shadow, finding deep satisfaction in providing physical comfort to her overlord.

‘Let the righteous and the demonic slaughter each other in the snow,’ Wang Jian thought, his brilliant mind detached from the carnage as his body engaged in ultimate pleasure. He thrust his hips slightly forward, pushing deeper into Wan’er’s warm, incredibly wet mouth, deeply enjoying the slick, slurping sounds she made as she struggled to accommodate his massive girth. ‘Their blood will simply fertilize the ground for my empire.’

He watched the glowing projection closely, his hands rhythmically squeezing the massive breasts of the two women flanking him.

The screen displayed the beautiful, ancient, crystalline structures of the Ice Heart Palace. The sect was built into the side of a massive, hollowed-out glacier. However, the pristine white landscape was currently surrounded, entirely engulfed, by a terrifying sea of blood-red warships, dark demonic clouds, and the flashing, explosive lights of high-tier martial techniques.

Tens of thousands of demonic cultivators swarmed the lower defensive barriers like a plague of locusts.

“Their outer formations are crumbling much faster than anticipated,” Wang Jian noted aloud, his voice steady despite feeling the sharp, exquisite sting of pleasure as Hua Yimei playfully sucked on his index finger.

On the projection, a massive, localized explosion of corrosive blood-qi shattered a section of the translucent, icy barrier protecting the outer courtyards.

“The demonic vanguard is utilizing highly concentrated blood-poison to melt the profound ice,” Chen Ying observed coldly from behind the throne, her hands continuing their rhythmic massage. “The Ice Heart Palace’s defensive arrays rely on purity. The corruption is burning through the rune matrices.”

“Indeed,” Wang Jian agreed, reaching his left hand up to pinch Liu Ruyan’s perky nipple through her top. “Ah! Master!” the young alchemist squeaked, grinding her thighs together.

“Look there,” Shangguan Wan’er mumbled, pulling her mouth off his thick shaft for a brief moment, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his dick. She pointed a trembling finger toward the upper quadrant of the projection before eagerly diving back down to resume her oral service.

Wang Jian followed her gesture. High above the chaotic battlefield, hovering in the freezing sky, was a massive, opulent demonic palanquin constructed entirely from fused, polished bones and dark crimson silk. It radiated an aura so incredibly foul and oppressive that even the visual projection seemed to distort around it.

“Patriarch Nine Nether Bloodfiend,” Hua Yimei whispered, a genuine shiver of fear running down her spine. “Even from this distance, through an array projection, the density of his Late-Stage Nascent Soul aura is suffocating.”

Suddenly, the bone palanquin parted. A figure emerged, stepping onto the balcony of the floating construct. Though his features were obscured by the distance and the swirling demonic energy, he raised a hand, pointing a single, skeletal finger toward the highest peak of the Ice Heart Palace.

A massive, roaring river of boiling, corrosive blood erupted from the sky, crashing down upon the absolute highest, innermost defensive barrier of the sect.

The projection flared with blinding, flashing blue light as the Ice Heart Palace responded.

From the highest peak, a stunning, terrifyingly powerful wave of absolute, absolute-zero freezing Qi erupted outward. It met the river of blood in mid-air, instantly freezing the boiling corruption into a massive, jagged sculpture of red ice before shattering it into a million harmless pieces.

Hovering above the central pavilion of the sect, illuminated by the clashing energies, was the unmistakable, breathtaking figure of Palace Mistress Su Binglan.

Even through the projection, her peerless, devastatingly cold beauty was evident. Her long, snow-white hair whipped around her voluptuous figure. She wielded a crystalline, translucent longsword that radiated the profound, ancient power of the Grand Yin Ice Flame.

“She is magnificent,” Wang Jian breathed, his dark eyes locked onto the projection of the Ice Fairy. The sight of her defiant, overwhelming power sent a fresh, heavy surge of blood to his groin. He grabbed Shangguan Wan’er by her dark hair, forcing her head down harder onto his dick, his hips snapping forward.

“Mmmph! Gurgle!” Shangguan Wan’er choked beautifully, taking his length deep into her throat.

“She possesses incredible strength, Master,” Liu Ruyan commented, panting as Wang Jian’s hand slid down to grope her wet pussy through her athletic shorts. “But she is the only Nascent Soul expert they have. She cannot defend every front simultaneously.”

“Exactly,” Wang Jian smirked darkly. He leaned back against the plush velvet throne, entirely engulfed in the overwhelming, mind-melting pleasure provided by his four beautiful, large-breasted sluts.

He watched as the demonic armadas adjusted their tactics, swarming the lower flanks where Su Binglan’s immediate protection could not reach.

“She will fight valiantly,” Wang Jian declared, his voice echoing in the sultry, musk-filled cabin. “She will exhaust every drop of her profound Qi defending those ancient ice walls. And when she has absolutely nothing left to give, when she falls to her knees in despair… we will be there to catch her.”

He patiently, decadently watched the glowing screen, sipping his wine while Shangguan Wan’er expertly sucked his massive dick, waiting for the proud, ancient sect to slowly, inevitably bleed out in the snow.