Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 1010: The Interrogation and the City Lord’s Wife

The air in the ruined courtyard warped and screamed as the Blood-Sacrifice 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 motion, tearing a localized, jagged rift in space itself. The artifact, fueled by the completely consumed False Core and the very soul of the Enforcer Leader, moved far too fast for the Celestial-Tide Abacus to block or for the Breeze Sword to parry. It carried enough concentrated, sacrificial power to instantly obliterate a Nascent Soul expert’s spiritual sea, and Shen Mengqi, stripped of her protective arrays and caught in the aftermath of her own attack, was inches away from absolute death.

Shen Mengqi’s sapphire eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror. The world seemed to slow down, the black, obsidian spike vibrating with ancient malice as it approached her flawless skin.

But she was not fighting alone. She was the property of a demonic overlord, and his other sluts were fiercely protective of their master’s toys.

“Not on my watch, you pathetic, buzzing gnats!” Hua Yimei roared, her mature, sultry voice turning into a terrifying, booming resonance.

The former Sect Leader did not rely on the True Phoenix Flame infused within her Magic Treasure. For an attack this precise and this blindingly fast, raw fire would merely be pierced. She needed absolute, kinetic disruption. Hua Yimei’s soft, skilled fingers blurred over the glowing strings of the Crimson Phoenix Zither. They moved so fast that the friction caused the tips of her fingers to bleed, painting the spirit-wood strings crimson.

“Vibrating Echo Wall!” she chanted, her massive breasts heaving as she channeled a staggering amount of her Half-Step Nascent Soul Qi into the instrument.

She plucked a highly specific, dissonant chord ten times in the span of a microsecond. Ten invisible, densely packed walls of solid, vibrating sound erupted in front of Shen Mengqi. But Hua Yimei didn’t stop there. She slammed her palm against the base of the zither.

“Sonic Resonance Destruction!”

The invisible soundwaves were not meant to act as a physical shield; they were engineered to match the exact, chaotic vibrational frequency of the demonic needle itself. As the Blood-Sacrifice Wind-God Needle pierced the first, second, and third Vibrating Echo Wall, it began to violently shudder. The sheer, overwhelming sonic friction disrupted the unstable matrix of the sacrificial artifact. By the time it shattered the ninth wall, the obsidian spike was screaming like dying metal.

When it hit the tenth wall, mere millimeters from Shen Mengqi’s pale forehead, the sonic resonance reached a critical mass. The needle decelerated instantly, cracked down its center, and violently exploded into a harmless cloud of black, ashen mist that washed over the Fairy’s face.

Shen Mengqi staggered backward, gasping for air, her heart pounding furiously against her ribs. She looked at Hua Yimei, who gave her a sharp, fiercely competitive smirk, her deep crimson robes parting to display her heavy, gold-pierced breasts.

The shock of near-death vanished, instantly replaced by a raging, unadulterated fury. Shen Mengqi was the legendary Fairy of the Silver Gale. She had fought her own Patriarch. And now, she was the devoted, incredibly horny slut of a supreme demonic master. She would not allow these pathetic, False Core trash to threaten her life in front of the man who owned her pussy. The lingering righteousness in her heart entirely shattered, replaced by the killer instinct Wang Jian had beaten into her mind.

“You dare threaten me in my Master’s domain?” Shen Mengqi hissed, her voice echoing with chilling, freezing authority. She tapped into the massive, dormant ocean of pure Yin energy that Wang Jian had recently awakened within her Heavenly Yin Divine Physique, seamlessly fusing it with her wind arts.

The remaining twenty-four Enforcers, realizing their leader was dead and his ultimate trump card had failed spectacularly, threw away all remaining caution.

“For the Silver Gale! Eradicate the traitors!” the new acting commander roared, his eyes bleeding from the backlash of the Blood-Burn Beast Pills. “Formation: Vortex Strangling Array!”

The twenty-four False Core assassins moved in a terrifying, synchronized circle around the three women, their speed leaving continuous afterimages. They unleashed a massive, swirling vortex of razor-sharp wind that began to collapse inward, seeking to grind the beauties into bloody paste. Simultaneously, they reached into their robes and hurled dozens of glowing, unstable yellow papers.

“Die! Kamikaze Wind-Blade Talismans!”

Hundreds of explosive wind-blades erupted from the talismans, flying toward the women from every conceivable angle.

Shangguan Wan’er laughed, a sound of pure, mocking arrogance. The masochistic merchant queen stood tall, her deeply slit purple dress fluttering violently, exposing her smooth, very fair thighs and her curvaceous, plump buttocks.

“Fools. Space is my personal ledger, and you are entirely bankrupt,” Shangguan Wan’er sneered. Her fingers danced across the Celestial-Tide Abacus. “Dimensional Ripple Trap!”

She didn’t block the talismans; she simply bent the localized spatial coordinates of the courtyard. As the hundreds of explosive wind-blades approached the women, the space in front of them rippled like a disturbed pond. The attacks vanished into the ripples and instantly reappeared directly behind the sprinting Enforcers.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A series of devastating explosions rocked the perimeter of the courtyard as the assassins were brutally bombarded by their own Kamikaze Wind-Blade Talismans. Several Enforcers screamed as their backs were shredded, their dark stealth suits soaking with blood.

“Do not break formation!” the commander screamed, pulling three heavily injured men back into the circle. “Deploy the anchors!”

Four Enforcers broke from the circle, slamming massive, heavy metallic pillars directly into the jade pavement at the four corners of the courtyard. The pillars connected with beams of thick, oppressive green light.

“Deploying the Four-Directions Wind-Lock Array!” they chanted. The array immediately projected a suffocating, heavy pressure designed to violently suppress the Qi circulation of anyone trapped inside, specifically targeting their ability to absorb ambient spiritual energy.

Shen Mengqi scoffed, her massive, heavy breasts bouncing as she raised her Piercing Zephyr Fan. “A child’s toy. Storm-Eye Calm.”

She snapped the ornate fan open and swept it in a wide, elegant arc. A sphere of absolute, perfect tranquility expanded from her voluptuous body, completely neutralizing the oppressive effects of the Four-Directions Wind-Lock Array within a fifty-foot radius.

Without pausing, she lunged forward, her Breeze Sword gleaming with a terrifying, frosty light as she infused it with her newly awakened Yin Qi.

“Breeze Sword First Form: Silent Whisper,” Shen Mengqi murmured.

She moved so fast she appeared to teleport. She glided directly through the heavy wind currents of the Vortex Strangling Array as if they were nothing more than a gentle breeze. She reappeared behind three Enforcers who were maintaining the metallic pillars. Her sword flashed in absolute silence.

The three Enforcers stood completely still for a fraction of a second before their heads slid cleanly off their shoulders, fountains of corrupted blood erupting from their severed necks.

“Kill her! Nine-Headed Viper Wind Strike!” five Enforcers roared, charging at Shen Mengqi. Their serrated blades transformed into massive, roaring phantoms of nine-headed wind vipers, intending to swallow her whole.

Hua Yimei didn’t let them reach her new sister. The mature milf slammed her hands onto the Crimson Phoenix Zither.

“Echoes of the Damned!”

She unleashed a terrifying, low-frequency soundwave that completely bypassed physical armor and kinetic shields. The soundwave penetrated directly into the bodies of the five charging Enforcers. The False Core cultivators suddenly stopped, dropping their weapons as they clutched their stomachs, their faces contorting in sheer, unadulterated agony.

“Heart-Rupturing Tremolo!” Hua Yimei commanded, violently plucking a single, thick string.

The five Enforcers vomited massive amounts of black blood and chunks of their own internal organs. Their hearts and lungs had been vibrated into absolute mush by the sonic resonance. They collapsed to the pavement, dead before they even hit the ground.

Up on the elevated, plush-cushioned jade bench of the veranda, Wang Jian watched the spectacular, bloody slaughter with deep, decadent amusement. The violence did not disturb him in the slightest; it merely heightened his arousal.

He was entirely focused on the stunning master alchemist currently straddling his lap. Mu Lianhua was completely lost in a haze of overwhelming sexual pleasure. Her azure gown was pulled up around her waist, completely exposing her slick, dripping wet pussy. Wang Jian’s large right hand was working relentlessly, two fingers thrusting deep into her tight, hot passage, aggressively churning her juices, while his thumb viciously rubbed her swollen clitoris.

“Ahhh! Master! Yes! Oh, heavens, it feels so good!” Mu Lianhua shrieked, tossing her head back, her beautiful face flushed with intense lust.

Wang Jian’s left hand was brutally, possessively kneading her massive, heavy breast. He squeezed the abundant flesh so hard it left faint red marks on her very fair skin, entirely unbothered by the life-and-death struggle occurring mere yards away.

“Bounce for me, Lianhua,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice a dark, commanding rumble. “Show me how much you love my fingers.”

“I love them! I am your slutty alchemist!” Mu Lianhua sobbed happily. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and began to frantically, desperately bounce her curvy, plump hips up and down against his hand, explicitly grinding her soaking wet core against his knuckles, her massive breasts jiggling wildly with every motion.

Seeing the demonic overlord completely ignoring the battle to casually finger one of his whores sent the remaining False Core assassins into a frenzy of absolute, suicidal rage.

“Ignore the women! Kill the Master!” the acting commander screamed, realizing they were entirely outmatched by the three Half-Step Nascent Soul beauties. “Target the man! Blood-Wind Phantom Step!”

Ten of the most heavily injured, desperate Enforcers burned the very last dregs of their lifespans. Their bodies became a blur of red and grey as they utilized the forbidden movement technique, attempting to completely flank Shangguan Wan’er and Hua Yimei, launching themselves directly toward the veranda where Wang Jian sat with Mu Lianhua.

“Die, demon! Earth-Shattering Gust Palms!” the assassins roared, raising their hands, condensing massive, highly destructive spheres of pressurized wind meant to level the entire veranda.

Wang Jian didn’t even blink. He didn’t pull his fingers out of Mu Lianhua’s pussy. He didn’t raise a shield. He merely watched them approach with absolute, mocking boredom.

Before the Enforcers could even cross the threshold of the patio steps, Shangguan Wan’er intervened with terrifying, absolute spatial dominance.

“You dare point your filthy weapons at my Master’s cock?” Shangguan Wan’er shrieked, her pale blue eyes blazing with mercantile fury and sadistic devotion.

She slammed both of her hands onto the Celestial-Tide Abacus. “Void-Tide Annihilation Sphere!”

The space surrounding the ten leaping Enforcers instantly, violently collapsed inward. Massive torrents of impossibly heavy, dimensionally locked water erupted from the air itself, forming a colossal, perfectly spherical bubble of water that instantly swallowed all ten assassins in mid-air.

The Enforcers thrashed desperately inside the floating sphere of water, unleashing their Earth-Shattering Gust Palms, but the attacks merely created harmless bubbles within the dimensionally locked liquid.

Shangguan Wan’er sneered, her hands glowing with intense blue light. She clenched her right hand into a tight fist.

“Crush,” she commanded.

The Void-Tide Annihilation Sphere violently, instantaneously imploded. The sheer, overwhelming spatial pressure combined with the astronomical weight of the water crushed the ten False Core Enforcers from all sides simultaneously. The sound of dozens of bones snapping and armor crumpling was sickeningly loud. In a fraction of a second, the ten assassins were compressed into a single, dense ball of broken limbs, shattered weapons, and exploding blood.

Shangguan Wan’er released the spell, and a massive shower of gore and crushed bone rained down onto the jade pavement, completely staining the courtyard crimson.

“Magnificent, Wan’er,” Wang Jian praised, his fingers thrusting faster into Mu Lianhua. “Your crowd control is flawless.”

“Thank you, Master,” Shangguan Wan’er bowed deeply, intentionally sticking her curvy, plump buttocks out to emphasize her highly slit dress.

The final six Enforcers, including the acting commander, stood amidst the ruins of the courtyard, shivering in absolute terror. They were False Core suicide troops, bred to feel no fear, but the sheer, overwhelming disparity in power and Magic Treasures had completely shattered their indoctrination. They were fighting monsters wearing the skins of beautiful women.

“Retreat! Fall back and report to the Sect Master!” the commander yelled, his courage entirely failing him.

“None of you are leaving this courtyard alive,” Shen Mengqi stated coldly, stepping forward, her massive breasts heaving heavily, her Breeze Sword dripping with corrupted blood. “You brought violence to my Master’s sanctuary. You will pay with your souls.”

The six Enforcers turned to run, desperately trying to activate their escape talismans.

“Oh no you don’t,” Hua Yimei laughed darkly, plucking the strings of her zither with blurring speed. “Tidal Sound-Wave Eruption!”

A massive, continuous wave of concussive sound erupted from the zither, sweeping across the courtyard. It didn’t aim to kill them; it aimed to completely disrupt their Qi circulation. The sheer kinetic force of the soundwave slammed into the fleeing Enforcers, knocking them off their feet and violently interrupting the activation sequences of their escape talismans, leaving them sprawling on the bloody tiles.

Shen Mengqi did not hesitate. The Fairy of the Silver Gale leaped into the air, her emerald dress fluttering around her voluptuous thighs.

She channeled the absolute maximum output of her Half-Step Nascent Soul Qi, fusing her wind arts with the freezing, pure Yin energy of her awakened physique.

“Zephyr’s Lament: Thousand-Tear Wind Blades!” she chanted, swinging her Piercing Zephyr Fan.

Hundreds of incredibly thin, nearly invisible blades of wind, laced with freezing Yin Qi, erupted from the fan, blanketing the area where the Enforcers struggled to rise.

“Silver Gale Execution Dance!” she followed up instantly, descending among the panicked assassins like a graceful, lethal dancer.

Her Breeze Sword became a blur of silver light. She executed the six men with flawless, ruthless precision. She didn’t rely on overpowering force; she targeted the microscopic gaps in their armor, severing their hamstrings, slitting their throats, and explicitly targeting their unstable False Cores.

“Vacuum Severing Arc!” she yelled, delivering a massive, sweeping horizontal slash of pure, condensed wind that decapitated the final three Enforcers simultaneously.

Their heads hit the pavement with a series of dull thuds, rolling to a stop near the shattered remains of the ornamental pond.

Silence, heavy and suffocating, finally returned to the ruined courtyard of the Golden Tide Consortium mansion. The twenty-five elite, secretive Shadow-Wind Enforcers of the Silver Gale Sect had been completely, utterly annihilated in a matter of minutes.

Shen Mengqi stood amidst the carnage, her beautiful face splattered with a few drops of blood. She took a deep breath, calming her racing meridians. She flicked her Breeze Sword, cleaning the blood from the blade before storing it and her fan back into her spatial ring.

She turned around and walked slowly back toward the veranda, her hips swaying seductively. She ascended the steps and immediately dropped to her hands and knees before Wang Jian, crawling the rest of the way until she was kneeling directly at his feet.

“The garbage has been cleared, Master,” Shen Mengqi reported, looking up at him with absolute, devoted lust, her massive breasts resting heavily against his muscular calf. “The courtyard is secure.”

Wang Jian finally pulled his wet, glistening fingers out of Mu Lianhua’s pussy. The master alchemist whimpered in loss, collapsing exhausted against his chest, her voluptuous body twitching with aftershocks.

Wang Jian wiped his fingers casually on the pristine silk of Shen Mengqi’s emerald dress, marking her as his property. He looked down at the three powerful, breathtaking women who had just slaughtered an elite strike force without breaking a sweat.

“You fought quite well, my beautiful sluts,” Wang Jian praised them genuinely, a dark smile on his handsome face. “Your coordination is improving. Wan’er’s spatial control, Yimei’s sonic disruption, and Mengqi’s lethal execution. A very satisfying display.”

He looked up toward the sky, analyzing the multi-layered defensive arrays surrounding the property. “And it is a very good thing that my outer formation arrays were functioning at absolute maximum capacity. They perfectly contained the spatial shockwaves, the sonic booms, and the explosive light of this massive battle. To the rest of Abyssal Pearl City, this mansion appeared completely silent and undisturbed. No commotion has leaked out. We remain entirely hidden.”

“What shall we do with the bodies, Master?” Shangguan Wan’er asked, stepping onto the veranda, her abacus vanishing into her sleeve.

“Burn them to ash, scatter them in the sea, and have the courtyard reconstructed by morning,” Wang Jian ordered dismissively. He stood up, easily lifting the exhausted Mu Lianhua into his arms. “I am bored of this mess. Come to my bed. All three of you. I need to thoroughly reward you for protecting my peace.”

The three women’s eyes lit up with intense, competitive arousal. They eagerly followed their demonic master back down the spiraling staircase into the subterranean suite, leaving the blood-soaked courtyard behind to engage in a night of absolute, uninhibited sexual debauchery, completely forgetting the slaughtered assassins.

The next day dawned bright and bustling over Abyssal Pearl City. The metropolis was a chaotic, thriving hub of commerce, politics, and hidden dangers.

Wang Jian’s primary, absolute motive for visiting this specific Inner Island was not to slaughter low-level enforcers; it was to acquire the necessary, legendary resources—artifacts, specialized herbs, or unique pills—to ensure Hua Yimei, Mu Lianhua, and Shangguan Wan’er could safely pass the dreaded Heart Demon Trial and ascend to the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, after spending hours scouring the elite, high-end market districts, Wang Jian found his efforts entirely frustrated.

He walked through the crowded, neon-lit avenues, projecting the aura of a wealthy, aloof young master. He was flanked by his four slutty women. Mu Lianhua, Hua Yimei, Shangguan Wan’er, and Shen Mengqi all wore elegant, flowing cultivation robes that completely concealed their massive, incredibly heavy breasts and curvy, plump buttocks. They wore highly intricate, aura-masking silver masks over the upper halves of their faces, completely obscuring their legendary, recognizable beauty, acting perfectly as his dedicated, heavily armed female maids and personal guards.

“Master,” Shangguan Wan’er whispered, walking close to his side, her voice transmitted directly to his ear using a localized Qi thread. “I have subtly queried my deepest, most reliable black-market contacts in the Consortium network. The market is completely dry. There is absolutely no particular information regarding Heart Demon artifacts or the rare Soul-Calming Void Lotus.”

“It is exactly as Bai Xue reported,” Mu Lianhua added softly from his other side. “I inspected the inventories of the top three apothecary pavilions. They have been stripped bare of anything remotely related to soul fortification.”

Wang Jian frowned slightly, his dark eyes scanning the bustling crowds. “It is said that only the City Lord, Hai Kuo, possesses the information and the resources we require. As a man at the absolute peak of the Core Formation Realm, actively planning to use this chaotic opportunity to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm in the near future, he has hoarded the entire city’s supply.”

Wang Jian realized with cold, pragmatic certainty that he had to acquire the information directly from this City Lord’s mouth, or break into his personal, heavily fortified vaults.

And well, that might prove to be somewhat difficult.

Dealing with a paranoid City Lord directly within the absolute center of a city where he completely, flawlessly controlled all the primary defensive array formations, offensive wards, and communication hubs was incredibly dangerous. A direct assault on the City Lord’s mansion would trigger the island’s self-destruct protocols, alerting the highest echelons of the Myriad Ocean Palace and drawing the attention of roaming Nascent Soul ancestors.

“Brute force will not work here,” Wang Jian communicated to his disguised sluts. “We are operating in the heart of enemy territory. Proper, meticulous scheming must be done.”

So, Wang Jian and his slutty whores changed their tactics. They abandoned the public markets and started gathering deeply classified, highly personal information about the City Lord and his inner circle from the most unsavory, corrupt cultivators in the city’s underbelly.

They utilized incredibly clever, absolutely ruthless means that left behind zero traces.

In a dark, secluded alleyway behind a high-end gambling den, Wang Jian cornered a corrupt city guard captain known for taking bribes. Shangguan Wan’er instantly deployed her Celestial-Tide Abacus, locking the alleyway in a sound-proof, spatially isolated Water Prison. Shen Mengqi used a localized, microscopic Vacuum Sphere around the captain’s head, completely suffocating his screams while she ripped the information directly from his mind using her terrifying illusionary Divine Sense interrogation techniques.

Once the information was extracted, Wang Jian placed his hand on the man’s chest and unleashed a burst of Stellar Demonic Yang Qi, instantly incinerating the captain’s body and his soul into completely untraceable ash, scattering it into the wind.

They repeated this flawless, brutal process half a dozen times throughout the day, targeting corrupt officials, mansion servants, and black-market brokers. Remember, none of his women—not even Wan’er, who had been absent from this specific branch for years—had any detailed, intimate information about this City Lord, his wife, his mansion layout, or his spoiled sons. They had to aggressively, meticulously interrogate many individuals that day to acquire a comprehensive picture.

By late evening, they returned to the absolute safety of the subterranean luxury suite.

The women immediately discarded their masks and elegant robes, entirely eager to return to their natural, naked state to please their master.

Shangguan Wan’er, completely bare, her massive breasts swaying heavily and her curvy hips on full display, stood before Wang Jian, who was lounging on the jade bed. She acted as the intelligence aggregator, combining the freshly extracted interrogation data with the historical, structural information she knew from the Golden Tide Consortium’s hidden ledgers.

“Master,” Shangguan Wan’er reported, her pale blue eyes gleaming with tactical excitement. “The City Lord’s mansion is a fortress, yes. But his personal life is highly exploitable. We have compiled a complete profile on his family.”

“Show me,” Wang Jian commanded, pulling the naked Hua Yimei onto his lap, his hands immediately grabbing her incredibly soft, large breasts.

Hua Yimei closed her eyes, utilizing her powerful Divine Sense to project a highly detailed, three-dimensional illusionary image into the center of the room, based on the memories Shen Mengqi had ripped from the guards.

The image solidified, revealing a breathtaking, incredibly voluptuous mature woman.

“This is the City Lord’s primary wife, Madam Lin,” Shangguan Wan’er explained, pointing to the glowing projection.

Wang Jian looked at the image, his dark eyes instantly drawn to her exceptional figure. Madam Lin was a great beauty, possessing a heavily mature, deeply elegant charm. She was incredibly voluptuous, with a very sexy, thick hourglass body that rivaled Hua Yimei’s. Her breasts were massive, straining against the modest, high-collared silks she wore in the projection, and her hips were exceptionally wide and curvy.

“She is at the Middle Stage of the Core Formation Realm,” Shangguan Wan’er continued. “She is known to be fiercely protective of her family, deeply involved in the mansion’s internal logistics, and highly trusted by the City Lord. She has given birth to two sons for Hai Kuo.”

The projection shifted, showing two arrogant-looking young men wearing incredibly expensive, flashy robes.

“The sons are entirely useless leeches,” Mu Lianhua scoffed from where she was kneeling at Wang Jian’s feet, massaging his calves. “They are both merely at the Foundation Establishment Realm. The younger one, Hai Bo, is at the Early Stage. The older one, Hai Ming, is at the Middle Stage. They are propped up entirely by the City Lord’s wealth.”

Wang Jian’s brilliant, villainous mind focused intensely on the projection, explicitly planning to scheme against this beautiful, massive-breasted City Lord’s wife. She was the perfect, highly vulnerable leverage. If he could capture her, she could be used to extract the exact location of the Heart Demon artifacts, or completely bypass the mansion’s arrays to steal them from her husband.

But first, he had to set up an inescapable trap to capture her alive and undetected.

“Capturing her directly within her mansion is entirely impossible,” Wang Jian reasoned aloud, his thumbs rolling Hua Yimei’s gold nipple rings. “I wouldn’t be able to sneak a captive out without alerting the City Lord’s mansion’s core arrays, which are undoubtedly tied to her life-slip.”

“Instead, we must draw her out,” Wang Jian concluded, a dark, incredibly wicked smile spreading across his face. He looked at the projection of the two arrogant sons. “And these two idiotic sons are the perfect, glaring breakthrough point.”

“How so, Master?” Shen Mengqi asked, completely naked, pouring him a fresh cup of spirit wine, her massive breasts brushing his arm.

“From our interrogations, we learned that both of these sons are massive, arrogant troublemakers in the city,” Wang Jian explained, his tactical mind formulating a flawless scheme. “They dare to do absolutely anything in the pleasure districts without anyone daring to offend them due to their father’s status. And more importantly, they are prolific playboys. They have quite a few lovers in the city. Though not serious relationships, they have frequent romantic entanglements with many beautiful, lower-tier cultivators in the outer sectors.”

Wang Jian had seen the memories of these women. Well, these local beauties certainly were more beautiful than average mortal women, possessing decent figures, but that was absolutely all. They couldn’t even begin to be compared to the flawless, mind-boggling beauty and the incredibly sexy, voluptuous bodies of his own slutty whores kneeling before him.

“Here is the plan,” Wang Jian declared, his voice a low, commanding rumble. “We will use these women to initiate contact with one of these two idiotic sons. We will ambush him when he visits one of his lovers in the outer, less-warded districts. We will subdue him without killing him.”

“And then?” Shangguan Wan’er asked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Then, we will use his personal communication talisman,” Wang Jian smiled, a truly demonic expression. “We will send a highly urgent, deeply distressing message directly to their voluptuous mother. But we won’t just send a simple threat. We will attach a deeply insidious curse directly to the transmission.”

“A curse?” Mu Lianhua asked, her alchemical curiosity piqued.

“A high-tier, inescapable Blood Contract Curse,” Wang Jian explained, his fingers tracing the curve of Hua Yimei’s breast. “The message will instruct Madam Lin to come absolutely alone to meet me on one of the small, empty, heavily forested subsidiary islands located just outside the city’s primary defensive perimeter. I will find a suitable location and thoroughly prepare the arrays for her arrival.”

He leaned forward, his eyes burning with absolute, dark ambition.

“The Blood Contract Curse connected to the message will be intrinsically tied to her son’s life-force,” Wang Jian detailed the trap. “It will ensure that this Madam Lin could not possibly tell anyone else about this matter, especially not her powerful husband. Because if she even thinks of telling someone else, if she tries to write it down, or if she attempts to use some clever means to bring hidden guards… the curse would immediately, violently activate, and her precious son’s soul would be instantly crushed. She will have absolutely no choice but to walk directly into my cage.”