Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 1009: The Silver Gale Assault

The sprawling, opulent private mansion belonging to the Golden Tide Consortium in the affluent upper district of Abyssal Pearl City had remained a sanctuary of absolute, uninterrupted debauchery for an entire week. Hidden behind layers of profound illusion arrays and sound-dampening wards, the underground luxury suite had been transformed into a localized paradise of primal Yin and scorching Yang.

Wang Jian lounged effortlessly at the center of the massive, custom-built jade bed, a portrait of demonic majesty. His pristine, heavily muscled physique gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat and the slick, aromatic massage oils his women had diligently applied to his skin. He had spent the last seven days completely indulging in the boundless, heaven-defying benefits of Shen Mengqi’s newly awakened Heavenly Yin Divine Physique, relentlessly pounding her tight, virgin-turned-slutty pussy until her mind was nothing more than a puddle of absolute devotion.

Currently, the former Fairy of the Silver Gale was curled up beside his hip, wearing an incredibly elegant, yet scandalously tailored emerald-green silk dress that Shangguan Wan’er had provided her. The silk clung to her voluptuous hourglass figure, the bodice intentionally cut so low that her massive, heavy breasts threatened to spill out completely with every ragged breath she took. Shen Mengqi was carefully, reverently peeling a spiritual grape, her luscious lips parting to gently feed the sweet fruit directly into Wang Jian’s mouth, acting the part of his perfectly broken, obedient maid.

On his left, the mature and incredibly thick Hua Yimei rested her head upon his muscular thigh. She wore a sheer, crimson silk robe that parted to explicitly reveal her heavy, gold-pierced breasts and her curvy, plump buttocks. Her soft hands were expertly massaging the tense muscles of his abdomen, her eyes hazy with lingering lust. On his right, Mu Lianhua, the stunning master alchemist, was dressed in a clinging azure gown, her massive, bubbly cleavage pressing warmly against his bicep as she fed him slices of chilled spiritual melon.

Shangguan Wan’er, the masochistic former merchant queen, knelt at his feet in a deeply slit, dark purple dress, her hands gently rubbing his calves, her pale blue eyes constantly darting up to seek his silent approval.

“You have adapted to your new life quite beautifully, Mengqi,” Wang Jian murmured casually, chewing the spiritual grape and swallowing the rich burst of Qi. He reached out his large, calloused hand, casually burying his fingers into the deep, creamy cleavage of her massive breasts. He squeezed the abundant, soft flesh possessively, his thumb brushing against the sheer silk covering her tight pink nipple.

“Ahhn… Master,” Shen Mengqi whimpered softly, a deep, permanent flush of crimson staining her flawless cheeks. Her sapphire eyes, once filled with freezing, untouchable arrogance, now swirled with intense, desperate affection. The indelible mark of his Heavenly Yang essence had completely rewritten her soul. “I am where I belong. Your cock is the only truth I need. Serving you… feeling your hands upon my body… it is the greatest honor.”

Wang Jian chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound of pure satisfaction. He was just about to pull her by her midnight-black hair and drag her onto his lap for another brutal, relentless session of fucking, when the tranquil, erotic atmosphere of the suite was suddenly, violently shattered.

BOOOOOOM!

A massive, deafening explosion rocked the very foundations of the subterranean mansion. The floorboards trembled violently, and the ambient spirit lamps flickered erratically. The incredibly complex, multi-layered defensive arrays surrounding the Golden Tide Consortium property hummed with a harsh, grating screech as they were subjected to a sudden, highly aggressive, and coordinated external assault.

“What in the heavens?” Hua Yimei gasped, sitting up abruptly, her massive breasts bouncing wildly within her sheer crimson robe.

Shangguan Wan’er’s mercantile instincts flared. She immediately closed her eyes, connecting her Divine Sense to the master control node of the mansion’s defensive formations. “Master! We are under attack! A large group of cultivators is bombarding the outer boundary wards in the primary courtyard. They are bypassing the illusion layers and striking the kinetic shields directly!”

Wang Jian did not panic. He did not rush to grab his weapons. He simply remained seated on the jade bed, his starlit, abyssal eyes narrowing with a cold, predatory glint. He casually extended his terrifyingly dense Divine Sense upward, piercing through layers of stone and spiritual shielding to analyze the intruders.

“Fascinating,” Wang Jian murmured, his lips curving into a dark smile. “I sense twenty… no, twenty-five distinct auras. But their spiritual signatures are completely stagnant, chaotic, and deeply flawed. They lack the pure, condensed rotational energy of a true Golden Core, yet they project power far beyond the Foundation Establishment Realm.”

“False Core Realm cultivators,” Mu Lianhua identified immediately, her vast alchemical knowledge easily recognizing the unique, jagged energy signatures. She pressed her massive breasts against his arm, completely unbothered by the attack. “They must be a specialized strike force.”

Shen Mengqi’s beautiful face paled slightly, her heart skipping a beat as she felt the specific, familiar resonance of the wind-attribute Qi assaulting the arrays above. “Master… that specific frequency… it is the Shadow-Wind Enforcers. They are the absolute most secretive, lethal execution squad belonging to the Silver Gale Sect.”

“False Cores,” Wang Jian repeated, ignoring the threat of the sect for a moment to analyze the tactical value of the intruders. He gently stroked Mu Lianhua’s hair. “A rather pathetic existence, isn’t it? Cultivators who possess absolutely no hope of ever breaking through to the true Core Formation Realm. They purposefully cripple their own Dantians, surgically implanting the violent, unrefined Beast Cores of high-tier demonic beasts to forcibly elevate their raw power.”

“It is a dead-end path, Master,” Hua Yimei agreed, her tone laced with disdain. “Their realms remain permanently, eternally fixed at the False Core Stage. The beast energy is highly incompatible with human meridians, making them significantly weaker than a true Golden Core expert, and the violent nature of the beast core usually drives them mad or drastically shortens their lifespans.”

“Indeed,” Wang Jian nodded slowly, his brilliant mind seeing the broader strategic applications. “They are incomplete, incompatible, and doomed. However… as a disposable, highly aggressive secret weapon for a sect? It is an incredibly convenient, cost-effective method to mass-produce a specialized group of suicide guards who can punch above their weight class. I should look into acquiring the surgical diagrams for this process. It could be useful for the lesser, talentless grunts of my expanding empire.”

CRACK!

Another massive shockwave echoed through the ceiling, accompanied by the sound of shattering spiritual glass.

“They have broken through the first two layers of the courtyard arrays, Master,” Shangguan Wan’er reported, her pale blue eyes flashing with cold, murderous intent. “They are creating a massive commotion. If we let them continue, the local city guards of Abyssal Pearl City will undoubtedly investigate the disturbance.”

“We cannot have that,” Wang Jian stated calmly. He finally stood up from the jade bed, his massive, heavy dick swaying with his movements. He casually reached out and pulled a set of elegant, flowing black robes from his spatial ring, sliding them over his muscular physique.

“Come, my beautiful sluts,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice a low, thrilling rumble. “Let us go up and greet our impolite guests.”

The four women immediately rose. They didn’t bother changing into battle armor. They remained in their incredibly sexy, highly revealing, elegant silk dresses, projecting the aura of stunning, pampered maids. However, underneath their delicate appearances, the terrifying, suppressed power of three Half-Step Nascent Soul experts and one Early-Stage Nascent Soul expert coiled like vipers ready to strike.

Wang Jian led his entourage out of the subterranean suite, walking up the spiraling jade staircase with the unhurried, arrogant stride of a supreme sovereign walking through his own garden.

When they emerged from the main pavilion doors and stepped into the expansive, moonlight-drenched primary courtyard, they were met with a scene of chaotic destruction. The beautiful spirit-wood trees were splintered, the ornamental ponds were boiling with rogue wind-qi, and the heavy outer gates had been completely blown off their hinges.

Standing in the center of the ruined courtyard were twenty-five figures clad in sleek, dark grey stealth suits, their faces obscured by silver masks bearing the swirling insignia of the Silver Gale Sect. They gripped serrated wind-blades, their auras radiating the chaotic, aggressive, and highly unstable energy of implanted beast cores.

The moment Wang Jian and his four breathtaking beauties stepped onto the veranda, the leader of the Shadow-Wind Enforcers raised his blade, signaling his squad to halt their bombardment of the final barrier.

The leader’s gaze instantly locked onto the voluptuous, trembling figure of Shen Mengqi standing slightly behind Wang Jian’s right shoulder.

“Target confirmed,” the Enforcer Leader’s voice rasped through his silver mask, sounding distorted and hollow. “The traitor, Shen Mengqi, has been located. The Sect Master’s orders are absolute. She is to be executed immediately for defying the Patriarch and consorting with unknown rogue elements. Leave no survivors. Slaughter the witnesses.”

Shen Mengqi bit her luscious lower lip, her sapphire eyes looking at the assassins sent by the sect she had dedicated her entire life to protecting. A wave of profound sadness washed over her, instantly replaced by a deep, absolute submission to the man standing in front of her.

She leaned forward, pressing her massive, heavy breasts against Wang Jian’s back, her hands gently resting on his broad shoulders.

“Master,” Shen Mengqi whispered, her voice laced with genuine guilt and desperate affection. “They are here for me. I have brought this trouble to your doorstep. I am so deeply sorry.”

Wang Jian chuckled darkly. He didn’t turn around. Instead, he reached his left arm backward, his large hand violently, aggressively grabbing the incredibly plump, curvy cheek of her bare buttocks through the high slit of her emerald dress.

SLAP!

He delivered a sharp, stinging spank directly to her jiggly flesh, the loud smack echoing clearly across the tense courtyard.

“Ah!” Shen Mengqi gasped, her spine bowing as a jolt of intense, masochistic pleasure shot straight through her core, her wet pussy weeping instantly at his punishing touch.

“You have indeed brought annoying pests to my garden, Mengqi,” Wang Jian whispered over his shoulder, his fingers continuing to roughly fondle and knead her soft, bouncy buttocks, completely ignoring the twenty-five armed assassins glaring at them. “For causing such an unnecessary disturbance, I will be punishing your tight, dripping pussy most severely tonight. I am going to fuck you until you forget your own name.”

“Yes… yes, Master,” Shen Mengqi moaned breathlessly, her face flushing a vibrant red, completely aroused by his degrading promise in front of her former subordinates. “Punish me however you see fit.”

The Enforcer Leader watched the disgusting, highly erotic display with absolute, furious contempt. He saw the proud, legendary Fairy of the Silver Gale acting like a broken, submissive whore for an unknown man.

“Disgusting traitors,” the Leader spat. He raised his left hand. “Consume the Blood-Burn Beast Pills! We end this now!”

In perfect unison, the twenty-five enforcers reached into their robes and pulled out glowing, crimson pills. They swallowed them without hesitation. Instantly, their chaotic False Core auras exploded with terrifying, self-destructive violence. The whites of their eyes turned blood-red, their muscles bulging unnaturally as the pills violently extracted every ounce of latent energy from their implanted beast cores, sacrificing their future lifespans for a massive, temporary surge in raw combat power.

Wang Jian sneered in absolute boredom. He had absolutely no intention of lifting a single finger against such pathetic, disposable trash.

He took a step back, casually pulling the stunning master alchemist, Mu Lianhua, directly into his arms.

“Wan’er. Yimei. Mengqi,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice cold and absolute. “Clean up this garbage. Do not let them damage the main pavilion any further.”

“As you command, Master,” the three beauties chorused, their eyes flashing with lethal, terrifying intent as they stepped forward, descending the veranda steps into the ruined courtyard.

Wang Jian sat down on a luxurious, plush-cushioned jade bench situated on the raised patio, completely out of the immediate danger zone. He pulled Mu Lianhua down onto his lap, positioning her sideways. The mature alchemist giggled softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Wang Jian casually, brazenly slipped his large right hand directly through the deep slit of her azure gown. He bypassed her sheer silk panties completely, his fingers finding her slick, dripping wet pussy. He began to slowly, rhythmically rub her swollen clitoris, sliding two fingers deep into her tight passage, while his left hand aggressively grabbed and massaged her massive, heavy breast, his thumb playing with her hardened nipple.

“Mmm… Master… you are so bad,” Mu Lianhua moaned softly, cuddling deeply into his chest, entirely ignoring the twenty-five blood-crazed assassins charging toward them. She arched her back, offering her voluptuous body to his roaming hands, enjoying the thrill of being fucked while watching her sisters slaughter their enemies.

Down in the courtyard, the battle erupted with catastrophic violence.

“Shadow-Wind Phalanx Formation! Execute!” the Enforcer Leader roared.

The twenty-five False Core assassins moved with terrifying, unnatural speed, their wind-qi leaving afterimages in the air. They formed a tight, coordinated wedge formation, unleashing a massive, synchronized barrage of hundreds of crescent-shaped, razor-sharp wind blades that tore through the air, aimed directly at the three women.

Shangguan Wan’er stepped forward, her pale blue eyes glowing with mercantile calculation. Her emerald silk dress fluttered as she raised her right hand.

With a flash of brilliant, golden-blue light, her customized Magic Treasure materialized—the Celestial-Tide Abacus. It was a beautiful, ancient artifact, its frame forged from deep-sea profound gold, its beads carved from perfectly spherical, condensed water-pearls.

“You dare bring your filthy boots into my Master’s courtyard?” Shangguan Wan’er sneered coldly.

Her slender fingers moved across the abacus with impossible, blurring speed, calculating the exact trajectory, velocity, and spiritual density of every single incoming wind blade in a fraction of a second.

“Celestial Calculation: Thousand-Tide Binding Array!” Shangguan Wan’er chanted.

She flicked a row of water-pearl beads upward. Instantly, the ambient moisture in the humid night air violently condensed. Massive, swirling torrents of highly pressurized, heavy water erupted from the ground, forming a towering, impenetrable dome of swirling liquid directly in front of them.

The hundreds of crescent wind blades slammed into the water dome. Instead of cutting through, the immense, rotational kinetic energy of the water violently dispersed and absorbed the wind-qi, rendering the massive barrage completely useless.

Before the Enforcers could adjust their formation, Shangguan Wan’er flicked another row of beads on her abacus.

“Abyssal Pearl Water-Lash!”

The water dome suddenly exploded outward, transforming into dozens of thick, incredibly heavy, whip-like tentacles of solid water. The water-lashes shot forward with bone-crushing velocity, completely disrupting the Enforcers’ strict phalanx formation. The sheer weight of the water slammed into the assassins, throwing several of them violently into the stone walls, shattering their ribs upon impact.

“Spread out! Encircle them!” the Enforcer Leader commanded, recovering quickly. He pulled a yellow talisman from his belt, crushing it in his palm. “Storm-Rending Talisman! Break her control!”

A massive, localized tornado erupted from the crushed talisman, tearing through Shangguan Wan’er water-lashes, attempting to create a path for the assassins to close the distance.

“Oh, you want a symphony of destruction?” Hua Yimei laughed, a dark, mature sound that echoed with deadly promise.

The former Sect Leader stepped forward, her massive breasts heaving heavily within her crimson robe. With a flick of her wrist, a massive, stunningly beautiful instrument materialized before her, hovering in the air—the Crimson Phoenix Zither. The frame was carved from a single piece of bleeding-heart spirit wood, and the strings hummed with a terrifying, latent heat.

Hua Yimei placed her soft, skilled hands upon the glowing strings. She didn’t strum; she struck them with violent, absolute force.

“Nine-Heavens Phoenix Sonata: Crimson Wave Sonic Rend!” she declared.

TWANG!

A massive, deafening chord ripped through the courtyard. The sonic wave was not merely sound; it was heavily laced with the devastating, boiling heat of the Phoenix Flame infused within her Magic Treasure. A massive, semi-transparent illusion of a burning crimson phoenix materialized from the zither, letting out a piercing shriek as it dove directly into the swirling tornado created by the Enforcer’s talisman.

The sonic fire violently collided with the wind, instantly superheating the air and causing a massive, explosive shockwave that shattered the tornado entirely.

The shockwave hit the advancing Enforcers like a physical wall of heat and sound. Several of the assassins clutched their ears, screaming in agony as their eardrums ruptured, their dark grey stealth suits catching fire from the latent Phoenix Flame.

“Do not let them dictate the pace!” the Enforcer Leader roared, his False Core aura flaring violently as he pushed through the flames. “Tornado Piercing Drill!”

Five of the most elite Enforcers joined their leader. They condensed their chaotic wind-qi around their serrated blades, spinning their bodies like human drills as they launched themselves directly toward Shen Mengqi, aiming to bypass the heavy area-of-effect attacks of Shangguan Wan’er and Hua Yimei.

Shen Mengqi watched her former subordinates charging toward her with lethal intent. Her sapphire eyes were completely cold, entirely devoid of the merciful hesitation that had once defined her righteous path. Her soul belonged to Wang Jian now; these men were merely obstacles to her Master’s peace.

She reached into her spatial ring. In her left hand, she summoned her primary weapon—the Breeze Sword, a slender, incredibly sharp Magic Treasure that gleamed with cold, silver light. In her right hand, she snapped open a beautiful, ornate artifact—the Piercing Zephyr Fan, its silk canvas painted with ancient runes of acceleration.

“You were always blind fools, following the Patriarch’s cowardly orders,” Shen Mengqi stated coldly, her voice carrying the absolute, terrifying power of a peak Core Formation Realm expert.

“Silver Gale Illusionary Step,” she whispered.

Shen Mengqi’s voluptuous body suddenly blurred, splitting into six identical, perfectly realistic physical afterimages that scattered across the courtyard.

The five charging Enforcers, their Divine Senses completely inadequate to pierce a supreme illusion master’s technique, hesitated for a fatal fraction of a second, their Tornado Piercing Drills striking empty air and shattering paving stones.

Shen Mengqi materialized directly behind the Enforcer Leader.

She swung the Piercing Zephyr Fan with a graceful, fluid motion, unleashing a highly concentrated, razor-thin blade of wind that seamlessly deflected the leader’s frantic backward parry.

“Void-Breeze Severing Sword,” she chanted softly.

Her Breeze Sword flashed in the moonlight. She didn’t aim for his heavily armored chest; she executed a flawless, incredibly precise strike that completely bypassed his kinetic shields. The silver blade cleanly, effortlessly severed the leader’s right arm at the shoulder.

Blood sprayed into the night air as the Enforcer Leader screamed, stumbling backward, his severed arm and serrated blade clattering onto the jade tiles.

Up on the veranda, Wang Jian watched the brutal, elegant slaughter with deep amusement. He pumped his fingers faster inside Mu Lianhua’s dripping pussy, finding her G-spot and pressing deeply.

“Ahhh! Master! Yes! Harder!” Mu Lianhua shrieked, her massive breasts bouncing against his chest as she ground her wet core against his hand, completely lost in a haze of overwhelming sexual pleasure while the courtyard ran red with blood.

The battle was turning into an absolute massacre. Shangguan Wan’er’s Celestial-Tide Abacus locked the remaining Enforcers in localized prisons of crushing water, completely immobilizing them. Hua Yimei plucked the Ashen Feather Pluck chord on her zither, sending invisible, highly concentrated sonic blades that seamlessly decapitated the trapped assassins, their heads rolling across the ruined garden.

The surviving Enforcers were panicking. Their False Cores were beginning to overheat from the Blood-Burn pills, their meridians tearing apart from the inside. They realized they were completely outmatched. The three women fought with a terrifying, synchronized synergy, their profound Magic Treasures effortlessly countering every single formation and talisman the assassins deployed.

The Enforcer Leader, clutching the bloody stump of his shoulder, fell to his knees. He looked up at Shen Mengqi, his eyes burning with absolute, fanatical hatred beneath his mask. He knew he was dead. He knew his squad had failed.

But a shadow-wind enforcer never died without ensuring their target suffered.

“If I die… you die with me, traitor!” the Enforcer Leader roared, coughing up a massive mouthful of black, corrupted blood.

With his remaining hand, he completely bypassed his spatial ring and ripped open a specialized, heavily sealed flesh-pocket sewn directly into his own chest cavity.

He pulled out a terrifying, incredibly dark, and pulse-pounding artifact. It was a jagged, obsidian spike that radiated an aura of pure, concentrated, and undeniably ancient malice. It wasn’t a standard sect weapon; it was a demonic, forbidden artifact designed for absolute, mutually assured destruction.

“Forbidden Artifact: Blood-Sacrifice Wind-God Needle!” the Leader screamed, plunging the obsidian spike directly into his own, wildly unstable False Beast Core.

The reaction was instantaneous and apocalyptic. The artifact aggressively, violently devoured his core, his flesh, and his very soul, converting his entire existence into a single, terrifyingly concentrated, microscopic needle of absolute, inescapable destruction.

The air in the courtyard warped and screamed as the Wind-God Needle locked its inescapable, karmic trajectory directly onto the center of Shen Mengqi’s beautiful forehead. It shot forward with speed that completely defied the natural laws of physics, tearing a localized rift in space itself, moving far too fast for the Celestial-Tide Abacus to block or the Breeze Sword to parry. It carried enough concentrated, sacrificial power to instantly obliterate a Nascent Soul expert’s spiritual sea.

Shen Mengqi’s sapphire eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as the needle of absolute death breached her personal defenses, inches away from ending her newly awakened life.