Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

The heavy iron burial chamber reeked of scorched meat and boiling blood. The massive thermal explosion from City Lord Hai Kuo’s talisman had reduced the outer barricades into a glowing, viscous slag of molten metal. Puddles of liquid iron dripped from the ceiling, hissing loudly as they struck the uneven floorboards. The absolute destructive heat had failed to penetrate the core of the room, leaving the massive, heavy stone pedestal in the center entirely untouched.

Wang Jian stood amidst the devastation. He kept his posture perfectly straight, his breathing entirely steady. He looked down at the crushed, ruined vessel that had previously housed the ancient spirit. The physical body of Xue Ren lay broken on the iron floor, the limbs bent at horrific angles, the skull caved inward from the heavy physical impact of Wang Jian’s strike.

Hovering just inches above the shattered skull was the exposed Nascent Soul of the ancient entity. It appeared as a miniature, translucent figure, shivering violently in the heavy, metallic air. The tiny spirit burned its own Spiritual Qi simply to maintain its form outside of a physical vessel, the ethereal edges of its body shedding sparks of dark energy.

The Steller Demonic Slave Seal, a complex, pitch-black runic matrix, burned brightly across the chest of the translucent spirit, binding the ancient soul firmly to Wang Jian’s absolute command.

”You require a physical anchor to prevent your spiritual essence from dissipating into the surrounding atmosphere,” Wang Jian stated, his voice a low, heavy rumble that vibrated against the rusted iron walls. He raised his right hand, pointing a single, commanding finger toward the far side of the chamber. ”Take that vessel.”

Lying near the melted remnants of the barricade was the intact corpse of Xue Li. The Azure Blood Sect elder had been entirely drained of his vital fluids, leaving behind a shriveled, ashen husk. However, the internal bone structure and the meridian pathways remained physically unbroken.

The exposed Nascent Soul turned its tiny, pitch-black eyes toward the designated corpse. The spirit shrieked, a soundless wail of forced obedience echoing across the spiritual plane, before darting forward through the heavy air.

The translucent figure plunged directly into the open mouth of Xue Li’s desiccated corpse.

The physical changes were gruesome and immediate. The ashen, grey skin of the corpse began to violently twitch. The sunken chest cavity expanded with a sudden, ragged inhalation of breath. The sound of dry, brittle bones grinding and snapping into alignment echoed loudly in the silent chamber. Thick, dark veins bulged across the neck and forearms as the ancient spirit forcefully injected its remaining Demonic Qi into the foreign internal channels, aggressively restarting the stagnant blood flow.

Within the span of ten heavy breaths, the corpse pushed itself up from the iron floor. The physical lividity faded, replaced by a pale, unnatural flush. The dark eyes opened, staring blankly ahead for a fraction of a second before focusing sharply on Wang Jian.

Wang Jian crossed his arms over his broad, muscular chest. ”Identify your new vessel. Confirm the integration.”

The possessed corpse flexed its fingers, testing the articulation of the joints. The spirit opened its stolen mouth, the vocal cords scraping heavily. ”The memories surface. This flesh belonged to Xue Li. A senior elder of the Azure Blood Sect. The foundation is weak, but the meridian pathways are sufficiently wide to channel my energy.”

”A highly useful infiltration asset,” Wang Jian noted, his brilliant, calculating mind immediately assessing the strategic value of placing an obedient, ancient spirit back into the hierarchy of the Azure Blood Sect. He took a slow, deliberate step forward. ”Now, identify yourself. I require your true origin.”

The entity knelt on the rusted iron floorboards, the heavy Steller Demonic Slave Seal forcing absolute submission. ”I am Yin Severing True Monarch.”

”Explain your presence in this specific tomb,” Wang Jian commanded, his starlit, abyssal eyes locking onto the kneeling figure. ”Detail the arrays, the guardian beasts, and your purpose here.”

Yin Severing True Monarch bowed his head lower. ”Centuries ago, I tracked Profound Iron True Monarch to this exact location. We fought a prolonged, devastating battle for his vast forging legacy and his accumulated resources. Profound Iron True Monarch possessed localized arrays that drew massive thermal energy directly from the earth’s mantle beneath this island. We struck fatal, completely overwhelming blows against each other simultaneously.”

The spirit paused, adjusting the vocal cords of the stolen body to clear the rasp.

”As his physical body perished, he activated a terminal, sacrificial array,” Yin Severing True Monarch continued. ”He bound my nascent soul directly to the core formation of this tomb. My continuous, agonizing suffering fueled his defensive formations, ensuring his legacy remained entirely sealed as it seemed that he was waiting for a successor to his legacy.”

”You broke free from the core formation,” Wang Jian observed, looking around the massive, heavy iron chamber.

”I bled my own Nether Qi into the auxiliary array systems over the course of three centuries,” the spirit explained. ”It took immense patience to override the basic functions of the iron-carapace beetles and the lightning python. A few dozen years ago, I successfully snapped the primary binding chain. However, I lacked a physical body to breach the final, heavy iron doors guarding the inner treasury. I sacrificed half my total soul essence to forge three jade slip maps and cast them into different directions and give of faint soul power that could be found by those with powerful Spiritual Energy. I required fresh cultivators to arrive, fight the guardian beasts, and break the outer seals I could not reach.”

”You lured the City Lord and the Azure Blood Sect here to serve as your lockpicks and your replacement vessels,” Wang Jian concluded, a dark, incredibly villainous smile spreading across his handsome face. He appreciated the sheer, ruthless patience of the ancient trap.

Wang Jian turned his gaze toward the massive, smooth iron wall situated behind the heavy stone pedestal. The metal was completely unmarked, lacking any visible seams or hinges.

”Disarm the final perimeter,” Wang Jian instructed, gesturing toward the solid wall. ”Open the treasury.”

Yin Severing True Monarch pushed himself up from the floor. He walked slowly toward the massive iron barrier. He placed both of his pale hands flat against the cold metal. He channeled a highly concentrated, incredibly dense surge of his remaining Demonic Qi directly into the rusted iron.

Heavy, monumental grinding sounds erupted from deep within the metallic architecture. The floorboards beneath their boots shuddered violently. A loud, resounding clack echoed through the chamber as ancient, massive locking mechanisms disengaged.

The solid iron wall split perfectly down the center. The two incredibly thick metal slabs slowly, agonizingly receded into the adjacent walls, revealing a dark, expansive corridor beyond. A rush of stale, incredibly dry air swept out from the hidden space, carrying the heavy scent of aged paper and polished metal.

Wang Jian stepped past the kneeling spirit, his pristine white scholarly robes brushing against the rusted floor. He entered the hidden corridor, his dark eyes scanning the profound darkness ahead.

Following closely behind him were his five exceptionally beautiful, mature women. Mu Lianhua, Shangguan Wan’er, Hua Yimei, Shen Mengqi, and Lin Wanyue moved cautiously, their respective auras suppressed tightly to avoid triggering any lingering, dormant traps.

The corridor opened into a massive, circular inner chamber. The walls were lined entirely with towering shelves forged from dark, heavy profound-iron. The center of the room featured a raised, circular dais constructed from polished black stone.

Resting upon the central dais was the primary artifact of the tomb.

It was the Nine-Heavens Iron Severing Bulwark.

The artifact was a massive, towering shield forged from pitch-black metal, standing easily seven feet tall and four feet wide. The surface of the heavy shield was covered in intricate, jagged runic carvings that pulsed with a dull, heavy grey light.

Wang Jian approached the dais. He reached out with his large, calloused right hand and grasped the thick, heavy handle situated on the back of the shield. He lifted the massive artifact from the stone pedestal.

The physical weight of the Nine-Heavens Iron Severing Bulwark was astronomical. The sheer mass of the dark metal heavily strained his reinforced, muscular arm. The artifact hummed loudly in his grip, projecting a crushing, dense pressure that caused the ambient air around the metal to visibly warp and twist with severe spatial friction.

”The structural density is unparalleled,” Wang Jian noted, his voice echoing in the quiet chamber. He channeled a thread of his Steller Demonic Qi into the handle.

The massive shield responded instantly. The heavy metal shifted, sliding apart with loud, metallic clacks. The singular bulwark separated flawlessly into nine heavy, jagged halberds. The sharp edges of the blades cut through the heavy air with sharp, hissing sounds. With another thought, the nine halberds snapped back together, reforming the impenetrable tower shield.

”A flawless integration of heavy defense and overwhelming offensive mass,” Wang Jian praised, storing the massive artifact directly into his primary spatial ring.

He turned his attention to the towering iron shelves lining the walls. ”Begin the extraction. Leave absolutely nothing behind.”

Shangguan Wan’er stepped forward, her pale blue eyes glowing with intense, mercantile calculation. The incredibly sexy, curvaceous former merchant queen moved with a swaying, elegant grace, her deep purple dress clinging tightly to her wide hips. She approached a secure, heavily reinforced wooden chest resting on a lower shelf.

She carefully undid the heavy brass latches. She opened the lid.

”Master,” Shangguan Wan’er called out, her voice trembling slightly with profound excitement. She reached into the chest and lifted a small, intricately carved wooden box. She opened the box, revealing three pristine, glowing talismans crafted from translucent, snow-white jade. ”The artifacts required for the tribulation.”

Wang Jian walked over to her. He looked down at the three items resting on the dark velvet interior.

They were the Mind-Clearing Zenith-Lotus Talismans.

The talismans radiated an incredibly calming, stabilizing aura that instantly soothed the erratic flow of Qi within his meridians. The pure, highly refined spiritual energy emanating from the jade was designed specifically to anchor the consciousness, providing a flawless, unyielding tether to reality when the mind was plunged into the terrifying illusions of the Heart Demon Trial.

”Perfect,” Wang Jian declared, taking the wooden box and securing it within his robes. ”This secures the ascension for you all.”

The women spread out across the chamber, meticulously cataloging and gathering the immense wealth hoarded by the Profound Iron True Monarch.

Hua Yimei, the mature former Sect Leader, uncovered rows upon rows of heavy, unrefined ingots stacked near the back wall. ”Master, we have secured a massive stockpile of Nine-Folded Profound Iron. The raw metallic density is exceptional. This material will exponentially increase the structural integrity of our island’s defensive arrays.”

Mu Lianhua, the stunning master alchemist, searched the upper shelves, her massive, bubbly cleavage pressing heavily against the iron racks as she reached for ancient, dust-covered containers. She pulled down a collection of heavy, leather-bound scrolls and glowing jade slips.

”I have located the forging legacy,” Mu Lianhua reported, her beautiful face flushed with intense professional joy. She unrolled a heavy scroll, scanning the ancient text. ”The ’Heavenly Pillar Formation Array’ and the ’Earth-Shattering Forge Method’. The techniques detail the exact process of binding extreme thermal heat dispersion into solid metal without compromising the physical structure.”

Shen Mengqi, the Fairy of the Silver Gale, ran her delicate hand along the far wall of the chamber. Her newly awakened Heavenly Yin Divine Physique vibrated strongly, sensing a deep, resonant energy embedded directly into the island’s bedrock.

”The cavern walls themselves are a resource, Master,” Shen Mengqi noted, her sapphire eyes tracking a faint, shimmering vein of dark metal running through the rusted iron. ”There are raw veins of precious metal ore heavily concentrated in the surrounding geology. We can deploy automated mining arrays to extract the raw materials over the coming months.”

Wang Jian stood in the center of the room, his brilliant mind rapidly processing the sheer scale of the acquired resources. He had successfully secured the defensive talismans, the raw forging materials, and the ancient methodologies required to elevate his entire faction.

He walked toward a raised, heavy stone altar situated at the very back of the treasury. Resting upon the flat surface of the altar were two transparent, heavily warded crystal spheres.

Inside the first crystal sphere burned a small, terrifyingly intense cluster of fire. The flames were a brilliant, blinding crimson, radiating a searing heat that rivaled the absolute thermal output of the Golden Phoenix Flame.

Inside the second crystal sphere floated a perfectly round, shifting orb of liquid metal. The metallic substance rotated continuously, distorting the ambient light around it, projecting an aura of heavy, crushing density.

Wang Jian placed his hands firmly on the heavy stone altar.

”The elemental essences,” Wang Jian stated, his dark eyes locking onto the floating orbs.

He shattered the first crystal sphere with a sharp pulse of his Steller Demonic Qi. The crimson flame erupted outward, instantly superheating the air in the chamber. Wang Jian caught the flame in his palm, his Steller Flesh Reinforcement completely negating the burning heat.

”The Heavenly Flame Essence...I wonder which one this is,” Wang Jian identified, feeling the aggressive, domineering nature of the fire.

He shattered the second sphere. The liquid metal orb dropped into his waiting hand. The physical weight of the small orb was immense, dragging his arm down slightly.

”Imperial Star Devouring Steel,” Wang Jian declared, reading the ancient runic inscription carved into the stone altar beneath where the sphere had rested. The essence granted supreme, absolute control over metal qi, possessing the unique, terrifying ability to actively devour and evolve lower-grade metals through sheer quantity accumulation.

He turned away from the altar, facing his five beautiful, exceptionally voluptuous women.

Wang Jian tossed the massive, heavy ingots of Nine-Folded Profound Iron toward Mu Lianhua, Shangguan Wan’er, and Hua Yimei. The three mature women caught the heavy metal blocks, their arms straining slightly under the sudden weight.

”Take these materials and the forging methods,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice ringing with absolute authority. ”Fortify your internal meridians. Prepare your foundational structures. We possess the Mind-Clearing Zenith-Lotus Talismans. Once we return to the Isle of Whispering Petals, you will initiate your breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm.”

”Yes, Master,” the three women replied in perfect, respectful unison, clutching the heavy resources tightly to their chests.

Wang Jian walked toward Shen Mengqi. The incredibly sexy, hourglass-figured woman stood perfectly still, her long, midnight-black hair cascading over her bare shoulders. He pressed the heavy orb of Imperial Star Devouring Steel directly into her soft hands.

”Your Heavenly Yin Divine Physique requires heavy physical tempering to withstand the massive influx of energy,” Wang Jian explained smoothly, his large hands resting heavily on her delicate shoulders. ”The metal essence will forge your internal pathways, rendering your meridians unbreakable. As for reaching the Nascent Soul Realm stage, you just need to dual cultivate with me and we both will reach that stage smoothly.”

Shen Mengqi looked up at him, her sapphire eyes filled with deep, masochistic devotion. ”I will prepare my body for your heavy thrusts, Master. I eagerly await your guidance.”

Wang Jian finally turned his dark gaze toward Lin Wanyue.

The City Lord’s wife stood near the entrance of the treasury. She was trembling slightly, her elegant purple silk robes clinging tightly to her massive, heavy breasts and exceptionally wide hips.

Wang Jian held the burning Heavenly Flame Essence in his palm. The crimson fire illuminated his handsome, demonic face.

Lin Wanyue stared at the blazing flame. She desperately needed that specific essence. The intense, purifying heat of the flame would instantly make her much stronger and even her Water Qi won’t have any weakness in front of cultivators with other elements that counter her.

”You want this,” Wang Jian stated, his voice a low, heavy rumble.

Lin Wanyue swallowed hard, her throat dry. She looked at the flame, then up at his dark, demanding eyes.

”Yes, Master,” Lin Wanyue replied, her voice trembling with a mixture of desperate need and heavy, undeniable lust.

”You must earn it,” Wang Jian ordered.

He turned his head, projecting his command to the possessed corpse standing in the outer corridor. ”Yin Severing True Monarch. Stand guard outside the heavy iron doors. Ensure absolute silence.”

”I obey,” the ancient spirit rasped, turning its back to the treasury and standing rigidly in the center of the dark hallway.

The massive, heavy iron doors of the inner chamber ground shut with a loud, resounding clack, completely sealing Wang Jian and his women inside the treasury.

”Lianhua, Wan’er, Yimei, Mengqi,” Wang Jian instructed casually, waving his hand toward the back of the room. ”Organize the remaining jade slips and secure the heavy ores. I require absolute privacy for this specific transaction.”

The four women bowed respectfully and moved to the far end of the expansive chamber, busying themselves with the meticulous sorting of the heavy artifacts, leaving Wang Jian and Lin Wanyue standing alone near the center dais.

Wang Jian stepped close to the trembling woman. He did not offer a gentle embrace. He reached out with both hands and firmly, aggressively grasped the heavy silk lapels of her purple gown.

With a sharp, violent downward pull, he stripped the heavy purple silk robes entirely off her body. The expensive fabric fell to the cold iron floor, pooling around her boots.

Lin Wanyue stood completely naked in the dim, glowing light of the treasury. Her incredibly thick, exceptionally curvy hourglass figure was fully exposed to the heavy air. Her massive, heavy breasts heaved rapidly with her ragged, terrified breathing. The tight pink nipples pointed sharply outward, shivering in the cool, metallic atmosphere of the room. Her curvy, plump buttocks rested heavily against her thick thighs.

The psychological weight pressing down upon her mind was immense and suffocating. Her husband of a century, Hai Kuo, had been entirely reduced to ash mere hours ago in the outer chamber. She was now a widow, trapped deep underground, entirely submitted to the very man who had orchestrated the slaughter.

Yet, as she stood naked before him, the intense, throbbing soreness between her thick thighs flared with a heavy, desperate heat. Her tight pussy wept a thick, continuous stream of slick moisture that ran down her inner thighs, dripping onto the rusted iron floorboards. Her corrupted body heavily desired the scorching, punishing weight of his cock.

”On your knees, Wanyue,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice cold and absolute.

Lin Wanyue did not hesitate. The lingering aristocratic pride in her heart was completely dead. She dropped heavily to her knees, the cold iron floor biting harshly into her bare skin. She rested her curvy, plump buttocks entirely on her heels, sitting in a posture of total, degrading submission.

Wang Jian unfastened his black robes, completely freeing his massive, rock-hard dick. The thick, heavily veined shaft pulsed with aggressive, scorching Yang heat.

He reached down, his large, calloused hands aggressively, bruisingly grabbing her massive, heavy breasts. He squeezed the abundant, soft flesh with relentless, dominating force, his thumbs roughly pinching and twisting her sensitive pink nipples.

”Ahhh... Master... please,” Lin Wanyue whimpered softly, a pathetic, broken sound escaping her lips. She leaned her head forward, resting her flushed cheek heavily against his muscular thigh, her hands reaching out to desperately grasp his hips.

”You are nothing but my property now, Wanyue,” Wang Jian stated coldly, his fingers digging deeply into her soft breasts. ”Hai Kuo is ash. Your past is ash. Your only purpose is to empty my balls and beg for my essence.”

”Yes... I am your property... I am your slut,” Lin Wanyue sobbed loudly, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. The absolute, verbal degradation fueled her intense, masochistic arousal. She actively pushed her heavy chest upward into his punishing hands.

Wang Jian did not wait for her to prepare herself. He grabbed her thick shoulders and forcefully pushed her backward.

Lin Wanyue fell flat onto her back against the cold, unyielding iron floorboards. The heavy impact knocked the breath from her lungs.

Wang Jian knelt between her splayed, trembling thighs. He reached down and forcefully grabbed her thick ankles, pushing her legs wide apart and bending her knees sharply back toward her chest, completely exposing her dripping, swollen virgin-like pink pussy to the heavy air.

He positioned the massive, broad head of his fully rigid dick directly against her slick, tight entrance.

With one smooth, incredibly aggressive, and utterly brutal forward motion, Wang Jian thrust his hips, driving his massive dick completely into her tight passage in a single, devastating strike.

”AGHHHHHHH!” Lin Wanyue screamed, a sound of pure, absolute shock and intense physical invasion. Her spine bowed violently off the cold iron floor, her long hair whipping wildly.

The physical friction was immense and agonizing. The cold, unyielding iron floor offered absolutely no cushion, causing her spine to grind painfully against the metal with every heavy impact.

Wang Jian began to brutally, relentlessly pound her pussy right there on the hard floor. His hips snapped forward with devastating kinetic force. The incredibly loud, wet slapping sounds of his pelvis colliding with her plump buttocks echoed like thunder throughout the enclosed treasury.

SLAP! SQUELCH! SLAP! SQUELCH!

”Take this cock, Wanyue,” Wang Jian growled, leaning forward to aggressively bite her neck, leaving deep, purple bruises on her very fair skin. He set a slow, incredibly deep rhythm, ensuring the thick head of his shaft repeatedly, violently struck her cervix.

”Ahhn! Yes! Deep! Pound my womb, Master!” Lin Wanyue babbled incoherently, entirely losing her mind to the absolute, overwhelming physical ecstasy.

The Steller Demonic Yang Qi flooded heavily into her internal cavern with every brutal thrust. The searing heat of his energy clashed violently against the lingering cold damage in her meridians, forcefully burning away the stagnation.

Wang Jian did not show a single ounce of mercy. He grabbed her wide, curvy hips tightly, lifting her plump ass slightly off the floor to adjust the angle of penetration, driving himself even deeper into her tight core.

”You are a desperate, dripping hole,” Wang Jian taunted her, his heavy thrusts shaking her entire voluptuous frame. ”Your husband left you to freeze, and now you spread your legs on the floor of a tomb to earn your medicine.”

”I am! I am your desperate hole! Ahhh! Fuck me!” Lin Wanyue wept openly, her hands uselessly pushing against his solid, muscular chest as the heavy heat flooded her body.

He pulled her up into a seated position directly on his lap. Lin Wanyue straddled his thick thighs, her massive breasts bouncing heavily against his chest. She began to ride his thick shaft with frantic, desperate enthusiasm, her back arching beautifully as she sought the deepest possible penetration.

”You belong to me,” Wang Jian declared, his hands moving to firmly grip her curvy, plump buttocks, guiding her heavy, slapping movements.

”Yesss... I belong to you... fill my womb,” Lin Wanyue moaned breathlessly, her inner walls clamping down tightly, rhythmically milking his thick shaft with every downward motion.

The heavy, physical friction generated intense heat between their colliding bodies. The loud, wet slapping sounds echoed continuously against the dark iron shelves.

After an hour of intense, savage fucking, Wang Jian increased his physical momentum. His heavy thrusts became a blur of devastating motion, shaking her entire frame violently.

Lin Wanyue experienced a cascading, violent orgasm. Her body convulsed and twitched uncontrollably, her tight pussy clenching desperately around his thick shaft. She screamed her devotion to him, her mind completely melting into a puddle of primal lust.

Wang Jian roared deeply, his own profound lust reaching its absolute peak. He drove his massive dick in to the hilt, burying himself completely in her core.

He released a massive, heavy, seemingly endless torrent of thick, scorching hot semen directly into her quivering, thoroughly conquered womb.

Lin Wanyue let out a long, breathless wail, collapsing completely against his chest, her voluptuous body twitching with violent aftershocks as the hot fluid flooded her internal cavern.

Wang Jian held her close for a long moment, his heavy breathing entirely steady. He pulled his slick, hot cock out of her dripping pussy with a loud, wet schlick. A thick stream of his white semen leaked from her swollen, gaping entrance, pooling onto the cold iron floor.

He stood up, looking down at the completely exhausted, heavily used woman lying on the floorboards.

Wang Jian opened his right hand. The brilliant, searing crimson fire of the Heavenly Flame Essence burned brightly in his palm.

He knelt beside her and firmly pressed the burning essence directly against the center of her exposed, heavily heaving chest.

Lin Wanyue gasped sharply as the fiery energy violently invaded her meridians. The intense, purifying heat of the flame instantly surged through her internal pathways, aggressively purging the lingering cold damage from the miasma. The fiery energy acted as a supreme catalyst, forcefully driving her stagnant water-qi to aggressively merge with the heat, violently pushing her cultivation toward the absolute peak of her realm.

Her aura stabilized instantly, radiating a heavy, dense power that she had never possessed before.

She looked up at Wang Jian, tears of intense physical pain and profound, masochistic gratitude streaming down her face. She was entirely broken, completely subjugated, and undeniably more powerful than ever before.

”Thank you... Master,” Lin Wanyue whispered softly, pressing her lips to his boot, completely surrendering her soul to the demonic overlord who owned her flesh.