Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

The absolute, profound silence that blanketed the Ice Heart Pavilion was no longer the tranquil, purifying stillness of a righteous sect immersed in deep meditation. Instead, it was the heavy, suffocating quiet of a conquered territory, a tomb where pride, purity, and centuries of unyielding discipline had been brutally slaughtered and left to rot. Wang Jian had successfully infiltrated the heart of Azure Cloud City, stripped its most pristine cultivators of their dignity, and completely gutted the immense, legendary treasury of the Golden-Scale Auction House without a single alarm being raised to the outside world. He stood in the opulent, dimly lit main hall, his immaculate white scholarly robes belying the absolute, terrifying demonic darkness that saturated his core. He was the undisputed master of this domain, the apex predator who had devoured the region’s most coveted prizes.

With the Mistress of the Auction House thoroughly broken, her mind fractured into a desperate, masochistic dependency, and her vast, unimaginable wealth secured securely within his own spatial storage rings, Wang Jian prepared to conclude his highly lucrative business in this floating metropolis. However, before he departed, he had one final, crucial piece of strategic architecture to establish. He needed to plant a seed of corruption so deep within the righteous path that it would eventually rot the entire forest from the inside out.

He turned away from the intricately carved frost-jade privacy screen and began a slow, deliberate walk toward the back of the pavilion. He descended the grand, sweeping staircase, his footsteps echoing with a heavy, measured cadence that sent a profound chill through the ambient air. He bypassed the ground floor and moved deeper, descending into the subterranean levels until he reached the deepest basement chamber.

Here, the air was biting, a harsh, unnatural cold radiating from the solid permafrost rock walls. The heavy, foot-thick iron door stood before him, its surface scarred by the glowing, pitch-black runes of the Absolute Silence Rune and the Spiritual Lockdown Seal he had personally etched into the metal. Behind this door, twenty-three naked, terrified women of the Ice Heart Palace had been huddled in absolute, suffocating darkness for hours, their bodies stripped bare, their dantians sealed, their spirits entirely crushed beneath the weight of his Stellar Demonic Qi.

Wang Jian did not bother to unseal the array formations. With a mere exertion of his will, his dark energy bypassed the locks, and the heavy iron door swung outward with a deep, resonating groan that sounded like a beast awakening in the dark.

He stood framed in the doorway, the ambient light from the corridor spilling into the pitch-black room, illuminating the chaotic, trembling mass of pale flesh huddled in the center of the freezing stone floor. He looked down at his captive, utterly defeated property. The disciples and the two elders were clinging to one another, their very fair skin covered in goosebumps, their large breasts pressed together for warmth, their beautiful faces stained with dried tears and profound, inescapable despair.

”Fairy Bing,” Wang Jian called out. His voice was not loud, yet it echoed in the cold stone room with the absolute, tyrannical weight of a universal law.

At the very sound of his voice, the mass of naked bodies shifted violently. From the center of the huddled group, Bing Yun emerged. Her once-immaculate silver hair was a wild, tangled mess, completely ruined by the brutal treatment she had endured. She did not hesitate, nor did she attempt to preserve any lingering shred of her former dignity. She crawled forward on her hands and knees immediately, her bare palms and knees scraping against the freezing, unforgiving stone. Her spirit was entirely, irreversibly crushed. She moved with the desperate, subservient haste of a broken dog called by its master.

She reached the edge of the light spilling from the doorway and stopped, bowing her head until her forehead pressed flat against the freezing floorboards at his feet.

”Yes, Master,” Bing Yun whispered, her voice a hollow, raspy shell, entirely devoid of the melodic, icy arrogance that had defined her entire existence.

”Look at me,” Wang Jian commanded smoothly.

Bing Yun raised her head. Her pale blue eyes, once shining with the profound, emotionless depth of a glacial lake, were now dead, reflecting only the terrifying, starlit abyss of the man standing before her.

”You and your disciples will not be accompanying me back to my stronghold just yet,” Wang Jian informed her, a deceptive, highly strategic smile slowly forming on his handsome lips.

For a fraction of a second, a faint, pathetic glimmer of hope sparked within Bing Yun’s chest. Her eyes widened momentarily in confusion. ’Not taking us? Is he... is he leaving us here? Will we be spared the dungeons? Can we escape into the sea?’ The desperate, foolish thoughts flickered in her shattered mind, a dying ember trying to ignite in a vacuum.

Wang Jian saw the flicker of hope in her gaze and ruthlessly, instantly snuffed it out.

”You will all return to the Ice Heart Palace,” Wang Jian commanded, his tone shifting into a cold, absolute directive that brooked absolutely no defiance. ”You will resume your duties. You will put your heavy white robes back on, and you will act exactly as the proud, aloof, untouchable cultivators you pretend to be. You will return to your peak, and you will continue to teach the Frozen Soul Art to the next generation of ignorant girls.”

Bing Yun stared at him, her mind struggling to process the command. Returning to the sect? After what they had endured? After their Primal Yin had been forcefully extracted and their purity permanently, violently ruined? It felt like a sick, twisted joke. How could they possibly stand before the Palace Master, before the Ancestral statues, knowing that their bodies were completely corrupted and their souls belonged to a demonic beast?

”You are no longer the righteous vanguard of the Myriad Reefs Sea Region,” Wang Jian explained, his dark eyes gleaming with malicious, far-reaching ambition. ”You are my property. And your new purpose is far more valuable to me than simply serving as physical cauldrons in my private chambers. You are to become my sleeper agents. A highly placed, deeply embedded network of spies existing directly within the very heart of the righteous faction.”

He took a step forward, his shadow falling over her trembling, naked form.

”You will serve as my eyes and my ears,” Wang Jian dictated coldly, outlining his grand strategy. ”You will send me highly detailed, weekly reports utilizing encrypted communication talismans I will provide. I want to know everything. I want the complete ledgers regarding the Ice Heart Palace’s resource acquisitions. I want the deployment schedules of your elder patrols. I want the minutes of every single alliance meeting your Palace Master attends with the other righteous sects. You will feed me the lifeblood of their intelligence.”

Bing Yun shivered, the reality of her new, inescapable existence settling over her like a suffocating shroud. She was to betray her home, her sisters, and her entire history on a weekly basis.

”Furthermore,” Wang Jian added, his tone darkening, a wicked, lustful smirk playing on his lips, ”intelligence is merely the foundation. You will actively use your esteemed positions, your influence, and the impeccable trust your sisters place in you to subtly manipulate the internal politics of the Palace. You will intentionally lure other high-ranking beauties, the secluded elders, the talented core disciples, into highly compromised, isolated situations where I can effortlessly acquire them.”

He leaned down slightly, his gaze piercing directly into her shattered soul. ”I am not satisfied with just you and your twenty disciples, Fairy Bing. I want each and every one of the seductive, sexy beauties hidden within your sect. I want to shatter every single pillar of ice your Palace possesses.”

Bing Yun shuddered violently at the horrific order, her naked body trembling against the cold stone. She was being forced to orchestrate the systematic, calculated corruption and ultimate downfall of her entire sisterhood. She was to become the spider dragging her own family into the web.

Yet, as the horrifying reality washed over her, the dark, insidious Stellar Demonic Qi lingering deep within her sealed meridians flared to life. The parasitic energy, which had forcibly rewritten her biological and psychological responses during the hours of brutal dual cultivation, twisted her profound despair into something deeply sick and entirely foreign.

’Betray them...’ Bing Yun thought, her breath hitching. A sudden, unwanted surge of heat pooled in her lower abdomen. ’Send my sisters to him... to be stretched and pounded just as I was... to be broken and turned into sluts kneeling on the floor...’

She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the twisted, corrupting thoughts, but the demonic conditioning was absolute. To her absolute, mind-shattering horror, she realized she was actually excited. A dark, depraved thrill washed over her brain. She felt that it would be an immense, unparalleled honor for her sisters to be fucked and dominated by her magnificent, terrifying master. If she had to suffer this beautiful, agonizing degradation, why shouldn’t they? They were all so haughty, so arrogant in their purity. They needed to learn their true place beneath his massive dick, just as she had.

Her mind, completely unhinged by the trauma and the demonic energy, actively began to plan. She thought of methods to send her sisters to Wang Jian under various, perfectly logical excuses.

’Elder Xue,’ Bing Yun’s mind raced, picturing a stunningly beautiful woman with waist-length black hair and an incredibly voluptuous figure who managed the sect’s medicinal gardens. ’She rarely leaves her peak. I could tell her I found a rare, frost-attribute herb in a secluded valley and ask her to accompany me to harvest it. She would trust me. I could lead her right into a suppression array... Master would love her large breasts...’

She thought of the current Holy Maiden, her own prized student, a girl of peerless, untouched beauty and absolute, freezing perfection. ’I could assign her to a special, isolated training retreat. I could disable the perimeter alarms. Master could take her virginity right on the ancestral altar...’

The vivid, degrading fantasies flooded her mind, causing her virgin pink pussy, still thoroughly wrecked and sensitive from his relentless use, to weep a fresh wave of slick moisture. She was entirely lost.

”I can see the wheels turning in your head, my sweet, corrupted fairy,” Wang Jian mocked her, easily reading the conflicting emotions and the sudden, telltale flush of arousal spreading across her very fair skin. ”Good. Embrace your new nature. But remember the cost of failure.”

He did not scream. He did not raise his voice. He spoke with the chilling, absolute certainty of a man stating an undeniable fact of nature.

”If you fail to provide adequate intelligence, if your reports are late, or if you even entertain the fleeting, pathetic thought of betraying me to your Palace Master in a bid for redemption...” Wang Jian warned, his gaze dropping to her exposed lower abdomen. He pointed directly to the invisible, dormant Slave Seal that he had burned into the flesh just above her pussy. ”You are entirely subservient to me. My will is bound to your very life force. If you displease me, I will detonate your hearts simultaneously. I will ensure your souls are dragged into the abyssal void and burned in demonic fire for all eternity. There will be no reincarnation. There will be no peace. Only endless, agonizing oblivion.”

”We will obey, Master,” Bing Yun whispered immediately, her voice hollow, dead, and entirely sincere. She pressed her forehead harder into the freezing stone. She didn’t fear death; she feared the endless torment he promised, and more terrifyingly, she realized she didn’t want to betray him. She wanted to please him. She wanted to be a good tool. ”We will be your perfect, unseen servants. I will bring you the finest beauties of the Ice Heart Palace. I will tear down the sect from the inside for your glory.”

”See that you do,” Wang Jian smiled, profoundly satisfied. The psychological conditioning, combined with the sheer, overwhelming terror of his power and the insidious nature of the demonic Qi, had successfully secured an invaluable, highly placed intelligence asset directly within the core of the righteous path. He had planted a venomous seed that would inevitably blossom into the destruction of his enemies.

He turned his back on the huddled, shivering mass of naked women and walked out of the basement chamber. He didn’t bother to close the heavy iron door. They wouldn’t dare move until he permitted it.

Leaving the Ice Heart Palace contingent in the freezing darkness to mentally prepare for their shameful, deceptive return to their righteous lives, Wang Jian headed back upstairs to the main floor of the pavilion. He had one final task to complete before departing Azure Cloud City: he needed to deal with his newest, and arguably most profitable, acquisition.

He walked down the frost-covered corridor and entered the master chamber.

He found Shangguan Wan’er exactly where he had left her, kneeling obediently on the woven carpet near the ruined circular bed. Her incredibly sexy, curvaceous, naked body was still heavily flushed, her very fair skin bearing the vivid, overlapping red handprints and the lingering, undeniable signs of his relentless, brutal use. Her massive, heavy, plump breasts heaved slowly with her even breaths, her pink nipples remaining tight and fully aroused. She kept her head bowed, her dark, messy hair falling around her face, projecting an image of total, absolute submission.

Wang Jian walked toward her, his footsteps deliberate. He reached into his primary spatial storage ring, his mind sifting through the vast inventory of items he had accumulated over his various conquests.

From the depths of the ring, Wang Jian pulled out a very specific, tightly folded bundle of dark fabric. He had previously confiscated this particular set of clothing from a low-level, profoundly vulgar demonic cultivator he had slaughtered months ago. It was a garment designed entirely for degradation and explicit visual display, completely lacking any defensive properties or aesthetic dignity.

He tossed the bundle of fabric casually through the air. It landed directly against Shangguan Wan’er’s beautiful face with a soft, insulting slap before falling into her lap.

”Put this on,” Wang Jian commanded coldly, staring down at her kneeling form. ”You belong to me now, and you will dress the part of my personal property.”

Shangguan Wan’er flinched slightly as the fabric hit her face, but her conditioned obedience forced her hands to move. She picked up the bundle from her lap and slowly unfolded the garment.

As the true nature of the clothing revealed itself, her pale blue eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated shock and profound revulsion.

It was an incredibly slutty, highly revealing, practically non-existent dress made entirely of cheap, scratchy, translucent black lace. The material was so thin it offered absolutely no concealment whatsoever. The design was obscenely vulgar; the bodice featured massive, plunging cutouts that explicitly and entirely exposed the breasts to the open air, utilizing only thin, cheap velvet ribbons that were meant to painfully lift and display the flesh rather than cover it. The skirt portion was a horrific joke—it was so incredibly short that it barely managed to cover the upper curve of her curvaceous, plump ass, offering zero coverage for her lower modesty.

Her deeply ingrained, centuries-old arrogant merchant pride, the pride of a woman who wore exclusively the finest, custom-tailored spirit-silks worth millions of spirit stones, flared up instinctively in a final, desperate act of rebellion against the sheer indignity of the object in her hands.

”Master...” Shangguan Wan’er protested stubbornly, her voice trembling as she looked up at him, her beautiful face twisting in disgust. ”I am the Mistress of the Golden-Scale Auction House... I am a Half-Step Nascent Soul cultivator... I cannot wear such common, degrading, utterly filthy rags! This is the attire of a two-coin alley whore! Please, I beg you, allow me to wear something befitting a servant of your stature.”

Wang Jian didn’t argue. He didn’t offer a philosophical explanation regarding the breaking of ego. He simply stepped forward, closing the distance in a fraction of a second.

He raised his large hand and delivered a sharp, incredibly loud, stinging smack directly to her bare, exposed, jiggling left buttock.

SLAP!

”Did I ask for your opinion, slut?” Wang Jian asked coldly, his voice a dark, menacing whisper that sent a jolt of terror straight through her heart.

However, his terrifyingly perceptive eyes did not miss the immediate, biological reaction his violent correction elicited. The moment his hand struck her flesh, Shangguan Wan’er’s breath hitched violently. The sharp pain bypassed her arrogant protests entirely, instantly feeding the dark, masochistic addiction he had awakened within her. Her pink nipples, which were already tight, instantly hardened into agonizingly sensitive, painful peaks, straining upward in the cool air. Her inner thighs clamped together instinctively, her virgin pink pussy weeping a fresh drop of slick moisture at the sheer thrill of his physical dominance.

Shangguan Wan’er bit her luscious lower lip so hard she tasted copper. A massive, undeniable flush of deep, vibrant red spread rapidly across her chest and traveled up her neck, coloring her cheeks in pure, humiliating arousal. The physical evidence of her perverse nature was impossible to hide.

She looked down in absolute, stubborn disdain at the slutty, cheap black lace dress in her lap. Her conscious mind hated it. She loathed the very idea of letting that scratchy, degrading filth touch her pristine, very fair skin.

But her hands betrayed her completely.

Driven by the overwhelming, addictive need to please the master who punished her so beautifully, her trembling fingers eagerly grabbed the cheap fabric.

She lifted her arms and awkwardly, hastily slid the degrading, translucent lace over her incredibly sexy, curvaceous body. The scratchy material scraped against her sensitive, bruised skin, providing a constant, low-level friction that kept her arousal simmering just below the boiling point.

The fit was obscenely tight and completely inappropriate. The sheer, cheap black lace highlighted the excessive, sinful, exaggerated curves of her hourglass figure perfectly, clinging to her wide hips and incredibly narrow waist. The massive cutouts in the bodice functioned exactly as intended; her large, heavy, plump breasts were completely pushed out and exposed to the open air, the thin velvet ribbons digging painfully into the soft undersides of her flesh, lifting them up like offerings on an altar. The incredibly short, ruffled skirt rode high on her hips, providing absolutely no coverage for her dripping, swollen virgin pink pussy or the vivid red handprints covering her curvaceous ass.

She knelt there, entirely displayed and utterly degraded. She tried desperately to maintain a look of stubborn offense, her face set in a hard scowl. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her massively exposed cleavage and her tight, hardened pink nipples from his dark, devouring gaze.

But the facade was entirely shattered by her physiological reality. Her breathing was incredibly heavy, rapid, and uneven, her chest heaving with unmistakable, intense sexual arousal. Her body was practically vibrating with the dark thrill of being reduced to a piece of cheap, visual meat for his amusement.

Wang Jian looked down at her, chuckling inwardly. He found her desperate, pathetic attempts to hide her deeply ingrained masochistic tendencies incredibly entertaining to witness, and even more entertaining to systematically break down.

”Look at you,” Wang Jian mocked her ruthlessly, reaching down and grabbing her firmly by the chin. He forced her head up, making her meet his gaze, his thumb pressing harshly against her jawline. ”A wealthy, untouchable merchant queen. A woman who dined with Nascent Soul overlords. And now? Dressed exactly like a cheap, two-coin alley whore waiting for her next customer in the gutter. You look absolutely pathetic. It suits you perfectly.”

Shangguan Wan’er glared up at him, her pale blue eyes swimming with tears of profound humiliation and intense, shameful lust.

”I hate you,” she whispered stubbornly, the words a desperate, final defense mechanism for her shattered ego.

Yet, even as she spat the insult, she completely contradicted herself. She leaned her soft, flushed cheek heavily into the rough palm of his hand, rubbing against his skin like a desperate, affection-starved pet. Her body was thoroughly, hopelessly addicted to the absolute, unwavering degradation he provided. She hated him, but she physically, desperately needed him to keep treating her like garbage.

”I know you do, slut,” Wang Jian smirked, releasing her chin and patting her cheek condescendingly. ”Now, stand up. We are leaving.”

With his spectacular prizes secured, his enemies thoroughly broken into subservient tools, and his incredibly lucrative business in Azure Cloud City completely and flawlessly concluded, Wang Jian initiated his departure.

Under the dense cover of the late, pitch-black night, Wang Jian extended his formidable Divine Sense and formally lifted the Seven-Star Obscurity Array. The complex, high-tier illusion that had perfectly masked the atrocities committed within the Ice Heart Pavilion dissolved silently into the ambient spiritual energy of the city, leaving absolutely no trace of its existence. The pavilion returned to the normal, physical reality of the floating metropolis, appearing completely undisturbed to any passing patrols.

Wang Jian, flanked by the completely loyal Hua Yimei and Chen Ying, and accompanied by the newly subjugated, heavily degraded Shangguan Wan’er, departed the pavilion. They did not walk out the front gates. Utilizing the advanced stealth arts of the Demonic Scripture, they slipped silently into the deep, twisting shadows of the city’s alleyways, becoming invisible phantoms moving through the dark.

They navigated the sleeping city with lethal precision, completely avoiding the sporadic guard patrols and the sensory arrays established by the City Lord’s administration.

They arrived at the private, highly secured, luxury aerial docks located on the lower tier of the floating continent. Utilizing the access codes and the clearance sigils confiscated from the auction house treasury, they bypassed the heavy security cordons without triggering a single alarm.

They boarded Wang Jian’s sleek, luxurious, heavily modified spirit boat, which had been resting discreetly in a rented, high-tier docking bay. They boarded completely undetected by the city guards, the harbor masters, or the frantic, oblivious staff of the Golden-Scale Auction House, who were undoubtedly beginning to wonder why their Mistress had not returned from her secret meeting.

”Launch,” Wang Jian commanded as soon as the cabin doors sealed shut.

Chen Ying moved to the helm, injecting her Qi into the primary control node. The spirit boat’s advanced propulsion arrays flared to life silently. The sleek vessel lifted off the jade launch pad, ascending rapidly into the night sky. It punched through the thick, localized cloud layer that gave the city its name, accelerating swiftly away from the gravitational pull of Azure Cloud City and out into the vast, open expanse of the Myriad Reefs Sea Region.

Wang Jian stood at the exterior prow of the speeding vessel. The intense, freezing wind whipped at his pristine white scholarly robes and ruffled his dark hair. He stood with his hands clasped firmly behind his back, staring down at the shrinking, illuminated floating metropolis below.

A profound, dark sense of absolute triumph swelled within his chest. He had executed a flawless, multi-layered operation. He had successfully, surgically looted the absolute economic heart of the territory, acquiring wealth that rivaled the treasuries of ancient empires. Furthermore, he had completely compromised the region’s most righteous, respected sect, turning their elite vanguard into a network of highly placed, obedient spies, all without drawing a single blade in public or alerting the Myriad Ocean Palace to his existence. He was a phantom who had stolen their crown jewels and left behind a poisonous rot in their foundations.

Satisfied with his unparalleled victory, Wang Jian turned away from the wind and entered the luxurious, spacious interior cabin of the spirit boat.

Inside the warmly lit, opulent cabin, the atmosphere of domination continued unabated. Shangguan Wan’er was explicitly forbidden from sitting on the plush velvet couches. She was forced to kneel directly on the hard, polished wooden floorboards in the absolute center of the room. Her incredibly slutty, cheap, translucent black lace dress did absolutely nothing to hide her voluptuous, shivering form. Her large, massive breasts were fully exposed, her pink nipples standing at attention in the cool air, entirely visible to the cold, analytical, judging eyes of Hua Yimei and Chen Ying, who stood near the bulkheads. The sheer, overwhelming humiliation of being displayed like a cheap novelty toy before his other, vastly more dignified-looking women kept her head bowed in profound, paralyzing shame.

Wang Jian walked past her without a word and took a seat on the massive, heavily cushioned main throne situated at the head of the cabin.

He lounged back against the rich velvet, his dark eyes locking onto the kneeling, trembling merchant queen.

”Come here,” Wang Jian ordered casually, patting his thigh.

Shangguan Wan’er did not hesitate. She crawled across the polished floorboards, her bare knees scraping against the wood, her massive breasts swaying heavily within the restrictive confines of the cheap velvet ribbons. She reached the throne and obediently, clumsily climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs, her incredibly sexy, curvaceous ass settling heavily against his groin.

Wang Jian didn’t wait for her to get comfortable. He immediately brought his hands up, his large, rough fingers ruthlessly grasping her massive, heavy breasts. He began to play with the abundant flesh aggressively, kneading and squeezing the softness with bruising force. He used his thumbs and forefingers to sharply, intentionally pinch her highly sensitive pink nipples directly through the wide, plunging cutouts of the cheap black lace.

”Ah! Master... ahh!” Shangguan Wan’er squirmed on his lap, her body arching backward, throwing her head back as the sharp, stinging pain ignited the dark, masochistic lust in her lower abdomen. She moaned softly, a breathy, pathetic sound of pure submission, her hands resting weakly on his broad shoulders as she surrendered entirely to his rough, degrading handling.

While he absentmindedly used her incredibly sexy, responsive body for his casual, physical entertainment, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as if she were a stress-relief toy, Wang Jian’s brilliant, calculating mind was operating at absolute maximum capacity. He was completely detached from the physical act, his consciousness entirely focused on formulating his grand, overarching strategy for the future.

He began to mentally calculate the exact, staggering spiritual yield of the millions of high-grade spirit stones, the vast quantities of profound-sea minerals, and the incredibly rare, priceless herbs he had confiscated from the Golden-Tide Consortium’s main treasury.

’The sheer volume of pure, unadulterated energy contained within those spirit stones is unprecedented,’ Wang Jian thought, his mind rapidly processing complex, high-tier array equations as his hands continued to bruise Shangguan Wan’er’s breasts. ’With these massive, overflowing resources, I am no longer constrained by the natural spiritual density of the Isle of Whispering Petals. I have the raw fuel required to establish a high-tier time-dilation array within the absolute deepest core of the Fragrance Melody Sect’s underground cavern.’

A time-dilation array was a legendary, incredibly resource-intensive formation that literally bent the laws of temporal physics, allowing cultivators to experience years of subjective training time while only days passed in the outside world. It was the ultimate, unfair advantage in the cultivation race.

He shifted his thoughts to the raw materials. ’The crates of refined Abyssal Star-Iron... I will use them to completely overhaul the foundational defensive matrices of the island. I will weave the Star-Iron directly into the core pillars of the grand formation, fortifying the stronghold to an unprecedented degree. I will turn the Fragrance Melody Sect into an impenetrable, lethal fortress, capable of withstanding prolonged, sustained attacks from even Mid-Stage Nascent Soul level powerhouses. When the Myriad Ocean Palace inevitably investigates, they will break their teeth against my walls.’

But defense and time were only part of the equation. True power lay in offense and individual strength.

Most importantly, Wang Jian determined exactly how to distribute the crown jewels of his haul: the three distinct Heavenly Flame seeds and the stacks of ancient, highly sought-after pill recipes.

’The Heavenly Flames cannot remain dormant,’ Wang Jian calculated, his thumb rolling aggressively over Wan’er’s hardened nipple, causing her to whimper and grind her wet pussy against his thigh. ’I will personally consume the strongest one to evolve my own Golden Phoenix Flame. The remaining two... I will bestow them upon Liu Ruyan and Mu Lianhua. Combined with the ancient pill recipes excavated from the sunken grottos, their alchemy skills will transcend the limitations of this primitive sea region. I will utilize Shangguan Wan’er’s stolen wealth to mass-produce profound, high-tier cultivation resources, pills that will forcefully shatter bottlenecks.’

He looked down at the trembling, thoroughly used woman on his lap, a dark, victorious smile spreading across his lips.

’I will use her vast, immense wealth to forcibly, violently elevate the absolute strength of all my women,’ Wang Jian decided, his ambition burning brighter than a dying star. ’Lingshan, Ruyan, Lianhua, Chen Ying, Hua Yimei... I will ensure that every single one of my loyal servants breaches the Mid-Stage Core Formation Realm in record time. And beyond. I will build an army of elite, flawless beauties capable of conquering the cosmos.’

With his grand, overarching strategy firmly set in his mind, Wang Jian reached out and engaged the sophisticated navigational array of the spirit boat. He input the specific, highly encrypted coordinates, charting a direct, rapid, and untraceable course back to the Isle of Whispering Petals.

He leaned back into his throne, continuing to ruthlessly massage the heavy breasts of the masochistic merchant queen squirming on his lap. He felt a profound, eager anticipation building within his chest. He was eager to return to his stronghold. He was eager to return to his beautiful, pure, completely oblivious dear wife, Yue Lingshan, and shower her with a literal mountain of stolen, priceless treasure, playing the role of the devoted, successful husband.

And, simultaneously, he was incredibly eager to lock his brand-new, wealthy, exceptionally masochistic plaything, Shangguan Wan’er, deep within his hidden, subterranean dungeons, completely concealing her degrading, slutty existence from his dear wife’s innocent eyes.