Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Without wasting any time, Wang Jian unleashed his Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon Spirit and launched a powerful attack at the barrier surrounding the Zhang Family.

The barrier shattered into countless pieces, leaving the Zhang Family exposed and vulnerable.

As Zhang Fei witnessed this devastating turn of events, fear and desperation took hold of him.

He knew that his family’s fate now hung by a thread, and that Wang Jian was more than capable of carrying out his threat.

Wang Jian then turned his attention to Meng Xiangyi and the City Lord, his eyes piercing through them like a sharpened blade.

“Are you with him?” he asked, his voice cold and menacing.

The City Lord and Meng Xiangyi exchanged a nervous glance, realizing the gravity of the situation. They knew that their next words could determine the fate of not only the Zhang Clan, but also their own lives.

After a tense moment of silence, Meng Xiangyi stepped forward and spoke with a determined voice.

“We are not with him,” she said, her eyes locking onto Wang Jian’s.

Wang Jian nodded slowly, seemingly satisfied with her response. “Good,” he said, his tone softening slightly.

“I had hoped you would make the right choice.”

However, a malevolent grin suddenly appeared and grew wider as he spoke, “However, City Lord, your clan made a fatal mistake by coming here to aid Zhang Fei. It proves that you had the intention to support him from the start.”

The City Lord and Meng Xiangyi’s faces were riddled with terror and desperation as they contemplated the gravity of the situation.

Before they could even utter a word, Wang Jian spoke once again, “But if you wish to atone for your clan’s sins, I shall grant you a solitary chance.”

He turned his attention towards Meng Xiangyi and declared in a voice that echoed through the area, “That woman must be the one to end Zhang Fei’s life. If not, the Meng Clan will be condemned to the same fate as the Zhang Clan.”

Meng Xiangyi’s eyes widened with shock and disgust. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Just how could she kill her own lover?!

But as she looked around, she realized that there were no other options. The fate of her clan lay in her hands. She had to make a decision that could either save or destroy her entire family.

Observing his daughter’s hesitance, the City Lord hastily approached and knelt before Wang Jian. “Please have mercy, your highness! This man is her lover! It would be too inhumane to demand her to execute him.”

Wang Jian’s mouth twisted into a sneer. “…Very well. I shall grant her three days to ponder over it.”

“Three sunsets later, Zhang Fei shall face public execution. If she comes forth and carries out the execution, I shall not hold the Meng Clan responsible. Instead, I shall bestow generous rewards upon your clan. You may even have an opportunity to establish your clan in the heartland of the Everlasting Mystic Empire,” Wang Jian declared.

“What?!” The City Lord was dumbfounded to hear such an offer. “May I inquire, your highness, who are you?”

“I am the Seventh Prince of the Everlasting Mystic Empire, Wang Jian!” his proclamation caused the City Lord and others present, including Zhang Fei, to gasp in astonishment.

To imagine that the prince of the Everlasting Mystic Empire would visit their town and personally dismantle the Zhang Clan and Zhang Fei.

Upon hearing about Wang Jian’s identity, Meng Xiangyi and Xu Yuting gazed at Zhang Fei with eyes full of contempt and disgust. They were now entirely convinced that Wang Jian’s accusations were valid, and that Zhang Fei had indeed wronged his woman.

Xu Yuting, her face twisted in disgust, hissed at Zhang Fei, “You had the audacity to dally with a lady of such stature? You are nothing but a vile scoundrel!”

Meng Xiangyi’s fists clenched tightly as she glared at Zhang Fei with unbridled fury. “You wretched cretin! I abhor you for what you have done! All of this suffering is because of your disgusting actions!”

The two women seethed with anger, their faces twisted with fury. Their elegant attire and refined features belied the rage that simmered within them.

Meanwhile, Zhang Fei’s heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had never expected his actions to bring about such dire consequences.

The thought of losing his life was terrifying, but the disdainful looks and harsh words of those he once considered his friends were equally painful to bear.

He looked up at Wang Jian, who stood tall and unmoved, his expression cold and calculating. It was clear that he had no intention of showing mercy, and that Zhang Fei’s fate was sealed.

The tension in the air was palpable, and the atmosphere was heavy with the weight of impending doom.

Wang Jian issued a command to them, “Retreat to your abode immediately.”

The City Lord led his entire clan, including his daughter, as they made their way back to their mansion.

Wang Jian watched as the Meng Clan departed, leaving him alone with Xu Yuting. He spoke with a stern tone, “Your training in this branch has come to an end. It’s time for you to return to the mainland.”

Xu Yuting scoffed at his words and replied with disdain, “Do you really think your position as the Seventh Prince gives you the authority to meddle in the internal affairs of the Dao of Alchemy Society? Even you should know your limits.”

Wang Jian merely rolled his eyes at her words. “I do not claim the right to interfere in the Society’s affairs,” he responded. “But Xie Zhiwei, a dear friend of mine, certainly can. And I’m afraid that does not bode well for you.”

Xu Yuting snorted dismissively. “I will return to the mainland only when my grandfather issues the official order. Not a moment sooner.”

With that, she turned on her heel and strode away, not sparing a single glance for Zhang Fei, who stood by silently. It was clear that she was disappointed in him.

Wang Jian watched her leave, then turned his attention back to Zhang Fei, a sly glint in his eye. “And what am I to do with you?” he mused aloud.

In the distance, the Zhang Clan was decimated and pillaged by the overwhelming force of the Lin and Ji Clans.

The echoing cries of jubilation filled the air as the ground was saturated with the blood of Zhang Clan members.

Zhang Fei felt tears welling up in his eyes as he watched helplessly while his kin were ruthlessly slaughtered. His resentment towards Wang Jian surged with an intensity he had never felt before.

“Master, I implore you to end his life. I am prepared to pay any price. Please, just kill him!” he muttered through gritted teeth.

Wang Jian’s ears perked up at the sound of those words, and he grew wary.

He knew without a doubt that Zhang Fei was communicating with his enigmatic master through that mysterious ring.

As Zhang Fei made his earnest request, his ring began to emit a dazzling blue light, and a mysterious figure slowly emerged from within.

The figure that took shape before him was that of a stunningly beautiful young woman with flowing crimson hair that cascaded down her slender back, framing her perfect features.

Her striking eyes, the color of emeralds, shone with an otherworldly brilliance that drew in the viewer. .

The intricate silvery threads and shimmering beads of her delicate fairy-like attire adorned her lithe figure, imbuing her with an ethereal grace.

Her ample bosom and captivating curves exuded a seductive allure that could make any man lose his mind.

Dressed in a delicate fairy-like attire, the young woman’s attire was an intricate display of silvery threads and shimmering beads that adorned her slender form, imbuing her with an ethereal grace. And yet, the anger in her eyes was unmistakable as she gazed at Wang Jian.

Turning her gaze towards Zhang Fei, she gave him a disdainful look and said, “All of this calamity has befallen upon you and your clan because you’re nothing but a perverted fool who loses his senses at the mere sight of a woman’s beauty!”

Zhang Fei pleaded earnestly, “Please, Master! I am ready to change my ways. I beg you to help me one last time!”

The young woman gave a begrudging sigh before saying, “Very well. But remember, you are on your last chance. Fail this princess again and there will be no second chances.”

While this young woman talked to Zhang Fei, Wang Jian was observing her carefully. He noticed that she possessed an ethereal body.

Meeting Wang Jian’s gaze, the young woman spoke in a frigid tone, “Do you have any final words?”

“Are you a spirit hailing from a higher realm?” Wang Jian inquired.

“So, you are asking a question for your last words? But since you are about to die, I will answer it. That’s correct. I am Yu Qing, the Scarlet Star Slaughter Goddess!” Yu Qing responded.

“I see. Since that’s the case, then I won’t feel uncomfortable using this,” Wang Jian responded, his eyes glinting as he reached into his interspatial ring and retrieved a small, white cube.

As Yu Qing laid her eyes upon the cube, her pupils dilated with a mixture of fear and disbelief. She recognized it immediately – the Divine Spirit Prison, a powerful artifact from the upper realm with the ability to trap spirits.

“Y-you possess the Divine Spirit Prison? How is that possible?” she stuttered, her voice betraying a hint of desperation.

Had Yu Qing retained her former level of cultivation, the confines of this prison would have been child’s play for her to dismantle.

However, in her current state, she was well aware that the prospect of breaking free from this divine prison was an insurmountable task.

With a cunning grin, Wang Jian replied, “I came prepared.”