Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

?The news rippled through the Starry Expanse like a shockwave, sending tremors of disbelief and unease cascading through the Lin Family’s territory. The sudden deaths of Lin Hong and Lin Xia, once-promising heirs of the direct branch, had sent shockwaves reverberating through the Lin Family’s ranks, leaving the elders and patriarch grappling with the implications of these tragic events.

In the hallowed halls of the Lin Family’s ancestral estate, the elders convened to discuss the unsettling developments. Their brows furrowed with concern as they mulled over the implications of the deaths of two such prominent figures within their ranks.

“The security surrounding the direct heirs was formidable,” remarked Elder Zheng, his voice laden with consternation. “To think that they could be struck down so swiftly, without even a chance to ask for aid… it defies belief.”

The other elders nodded in solemn agreement, their expressions grave as they contemplated the magnitude of the threat posed by their unknown assailant.

“We must bolster our defenses,” declared Patriarch Lin Zhiqui, his voice resolute. “And above all else, we must ensure the safety of Lin Xingya. She is our most precious asset, and we cannot afford to let any harm befall her.”

With a collective sense of urgency, the elders resolved to take swift action to safeguard Lin Xingya from any potential threats. They knew that the enemy lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike at the heart of their family’s power, and they were determined to thwart their nefarious plans at every turn.

After finishing the discussion upon this matter, the elders and the Patriarch Lin Zhiqui began to discuss the next topic.

The next topic was about Lin Xingya’s marriage with Jiang Chen. The elders and even the Patriarch had decided to break off this marriage. For this, they sent an envoy to the Ancient Jiang Family.

The envoy went to the Ancient Jiang Family and informed them that the Lin Family is going to cut off the marriage contract between Jiang Chen and Lin Xingya.

Thus, in the hallowed halls of the Ancient Jiang Family’s ancestral estate, a similar scene was unfolding. The news of the Lin Family’s decision to break off the marriage contract between Jiang Chen and Lin Xingya had sent shockwaves through the ancient family’s ranks, leaving them reeling with disbelief and outrage.

“The Lin Family dares to defy us openly?” exclaimed Elder Jiang Wei, his voice tinged with indignation. “They must think that they can cast aside our alliance without consequence. They are sorely mistaken.”

His words were met with murmurs of agreement from the other elders, their expressions darkening with anger at the perceived affront to their family’s honor.

“We cannot let this stand,” declared Patriarch Jiang Yun, his voice resolute. “We must show the Lin Family that they cannot trifle with the Ancient Jiang Family with impunity. We will not rest until justice is served.”

With a collective sense of determination, the elders of the Ancient Jiang Family resolved to take decisive action to defend their family’s honor and uphold the sanctity of their alliance with the Lin Family. They knew that the road ahead would be fraught with peril, but they were prepared to face whatever challenges lay in their path with unwavering resolve.

As tensions mounted between the two ancient families, the Southern Region of the Upper Realm buzzed with speculation and intrigue. Rumors swirled through the corridors of power, as nobles and cultivators alike whispered of impending conflict and political upheaval.

In the hallowed halls of the Southern Godly Palace, the divine monarch watched with keen interest as events unfolded, his eyes ablaze with anticipation.

In the dimly lit tavern, the air was thick with the aroma of spiced ale and the murmurs of patrons engaged in lively conversation. Wang Jian and Yu Qing sat at a corner table, their heads bent together in quiet discussion as they pondered the unfolding events in the Lin Family.

Wang Jian furrowed his brow in thought, swirling the amber liquid in his tankard absently. “It doesn’t make sense,” he mused aloud. “Why would the Lin Family break off Lin Xingya’s engagement with Jiang Chen at a time like this?”

Yu Qing, her gaze steady, leaned forward, her voice low with speculation. “Perhaps they’ve unleashed their final gambit,” she suggested. “Awakening their ancestors from the mausoleum could be a sign that they’re preparing to wield their full power in this era.”

Wang Jian’s eyes widened with surprise at the notion. “Their ancestors?” he echoed, incredulous. “I hadn’t considered that possibility.”

But even as he voiced his doubts, a flicker of concern crossed his features. If the Lin Family had indeed awakened their powerful ancestors, it could signal a significant shift in the balance of power within the Upper Realm.

“Even if the Lin Family has unleashed their ancestors, I doubt they will be able to connect the deaths of Lin Hong and Lin Xia to me,” Wang Jian remarked, his tone tinged with confidence. “And with heightened security around Lin Xingya, she should be well-protected from any potential threats.”

With a sense of assurance, Wang Jian turned his attention to his next task: locating Lin Fei. Utilizing the Astral Vision Network, he scoured the vast expanse of the Upper Realm.

It didn’t take long for him to locate his target, the young man locked in a fierce battle against a horde of rampaging beasts.

A sly grin tugged at the corners of Wang Jian’s lips as he observed the unfolding spectacle.

Yet, amidst the chaos of battle, Wang Jian’s keen eye detected a glimmer of beauty—a figure traversing the rugged terrain with grace and determination together with a group of beauties. She emanated an aura of strength and resilience, her presence commanding respect and admiration from her teammates.

Her name was Zhi Xi, the sole disciple of the Sect Mistress of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion—a formidable sect renowned for its powerful inheritances.

As Wang Jian observed Zhi Xi’s journey, a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. He knew that fate had woven an intricate tapestry, one in which Lin Fei was destined to play a pivotal role in Zhi Xi’s quest to vanquish the fearsome Flood Dragon.

However, Wang Jian had other plans. With a sly grin, he resolved to intervene and seize the opportunity to win Zhi Xi’s favor for himself, thereby thwarting Lin Fei’s destiny and securing her admiration and allegiance.

Concealing his intentions behind a mask of charm and charisma, Wang Jian turned to Yu Qing, his voice laced with urgency. “It seems that I need to get to this star quickly,” he declared, his gaze ablaze with determination.

Yu Qing nodded in agreement, her eyes gleaming with determination as she prepared to execute Wang Jian’s plan. With a flicker of divine energy, she opened a spatial tunnel, and together, they embarked on their journey to intercept Lin Fei and alter the course of fate.

As they traversed the vast expanse of the Upper Realm, Wang Jian’s mind buzzed with anticipation, his thoughts consumed by the prospect of winning Zhi Xi’s favor.

As Wang Jian and Yu Qing traversed the Earthly Dragon Star, the air crackled with latent energy, the faint scent of dragon’s blood lingering in the atmosphere. Wang Jian couldn’t help but marvel at the natural array that permeated the star, its power palpable even from a distance.

“Quite the impressive array,” Wang Jian remarked, his eyes scanning their surroundings with keen interest. “It seems the Earthly Dragon Star holds many secrets within its depths.”

Yu Qing nodded in agreement, her gaze alight with curiosity as she surveyed the landscape. “Indeed,” she replied, her voice tinged with excitement. “It’s said that the Dragon Vein running through this star imbues it with unparalleled vitality and power.”

As they ventured deeper into the star, Wang Jian’s mind buzzed with anticipation, his thoughts consumed by the prospect of acquiring the rare materials needed to enhance his cultivation. He knew that breaking through to the Divine Spirit Realm would require considerable effort and resourcefulness, but he was determined to rise to the challenge.

Suddenly, their journey was interrupted by a rustling in the nearby foliage, prompting Wang Jian to tense with anticipation. With a swift motion, he drew his sword, his senses on high alert as he scanned the area for any signs of danger.

Yu Qing mirrored his actions, her hand poised over her own weapon as she prepared for battle. “What do you think it is?” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. .

Wang Jian’s gaze narrowed as he focused on the source of the disturbance, his senses honed to a razor-sharp edge. “It could be a beast,” he replied, his voice low and cautious. “Or perhaps something—or someone—else.”

As they waited in tense silence, the rustling grew louder, the sound drawing closer with each passing moment.

Just then, a figure emerged from the underbrush, her features obscured by the dim light of the star. Wang Jian’s heart skipped a beat as he recognized the familiar silhouette—a woman, clad in armor, her posture poised and regal.

“It’s Zhi Xi,” Wang Jian whispered, his voice tinged with awe as he beheld the Sect Mistress’s disciple.

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