Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

A warm breeze carrying the scent of blooming sea-lotuses drifted through the high arched windows of the upper spire pavilion on the second outer island. Outside, the morning sun sparkled across the calm, turquoise waters of the lagoon, concealed beneath the shimmering spatial dome of the Grade-4 *Void-Shrouding Sanctuary Formation*.

Wang Jian stood beside the carved spirit-wood bed at the center of the sun-drenched chamber. He had washed away every trace of the hot mineral spring and the musky perfume of the subterranean pleasure grotto, dressing himself in clean, scholarly robes of dark azure silk fastened with a simple jade belt. With his *Stellar Demonic Nascent Infant* resting calmly inside his lower energy reservoir, he restrained his vast spiritual pressure so that he felt no more threatening than a gentle spring breeze.

With a wave of his right hand, Wang Jian deactivated the final glowing rune of the Upper Lotus Recovery Array surrounding the bed.

Beneath the soft Thousand-Year Spirit-Silk quilt, Yue Lingshan’s long eyelashes fluttered. She drew in a deep, restorative breath, her soft chest rising beneath her modest white sleeping robes before her clear, dark eyes opened.

For a moment, she stared up at the carved cedar rafters, her mind emerging from three months of deep, dreamless slumber. Then she turned her head, saw Wang Jian sitting on the edge of the mattress, and her virtuous face lit up with radiant joy.

”Husband!” Yue Lingshan sat up quickly, throwing her slender arms around Wang Jian’s neck and pressing her warm cheek against his chest. ”Did the Nine-Nine Violet-Black Heavenly Thunder leave any hidden injuries in your meridians? How long was I asleep?”

Wang Jian wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her gently against his robes while stroking her long, silky black hair. Around his beloved wife, every movement he made was filled with genuine patience and protective warmth.

”Three months have passed since the storm clouds cleared,” Wang Jian said, his voice warm and reassuring as he placed two fingers against her wrist to check her pulse. ”Not only are my meridians unharmed, my Initial Stage Nascent Soul Realm is now completely stable. Look inside your own lower energy reservoir, Lingshan.”

Yue Lingshan blinked and turned her mental awareness inward. A soft gasp parted her rosy lips.

BeforeWang Jian’s tribulation, she had been at the Early Stage of the Core Formation Realm. Yet after exhausting her spiritual sea to its absolute limit holding down the Grade-4 barrier against eighty-one bolts of celestial thunder—and then soaking for ninety days in the pure Wood-life nourishment of Wang Jian’s *Verdant Eternal Spring Essence*—her revolving Golden Core had grown nearly forty percent larger, shining with a crystalline, blue-green luster at the solid threshold of the Mid-Stage Core Formation Realm.

”My Golden Core advanced while I slept!” Yue Lingshan exclaimed, looking up at him with shining, adoring eyes. ”And my mental awareness feels so much clearer... I can sense the spiritual flow of all forty-eight *Profound Iron Array Anchors* beneath the island without even holding my compass!”

”Anchoring a barrier against a Nascent Soul lightning tribulation tempered your spiritual sense better than ten years of quiet meditation,” Wang Jian praised, kissing her forehead lightly. ”Now that my foundation is secure, we are entering a critical four-year period of quiet accumulation. Abyssal Pearl City now possesses three Initial Stage Nascent Soul Grandmasters—myself, Senior Su Binglan, and Senior Mu Lianhua.”

Yue Lingshan nodded earnestly, completely accepting his formal way of referring to the two women who had spent the last ninety days writhing naked beneath him three hundred feet below her bed.

”With three Nascent Soul experts guarding our islands, no ordinary sect can threaten us,” Yue Lingshan said happily. ”What is our next step, Husband?”

”Three Nascent Soul fighters are enough to deter regional fleets, but our secondary pillars are still too weak,” Wang Jian explained calmly. ”City Lord Lin Wanyue, Executive Shangguan Wan’er, Sect Leader Hua Yimei, Daoist Shen Mengqi, and Elder Bing Yun are all still in the Core Formation Realm. If the Myriad Ocean Palace or the Holy Nether Sea Organization discovers our hidden strength before our core retinue reaches the peak, we will be outnumbered in mid-tier combat.”

Wang Jian reached into his Storage Ring and placed a small jade box containing two Rank 3 *Jade-Dew Spirit Pills* into Yue Lingshan’s hands.

”Over the next six months, I am going into the deep-earth botanical caverns with Senior Mu Lianhua and Sister Liu Ruyan,” Wang Jian continued smoothly. ”Now that my *Verdant Eternal Spring Essence* is backed by a Nascent Soul energy reservoir, I can rapidly mature the ancient herb seedlings we recovered from the Dragon-Spine Trench and refine Peak-Grade Rank 3 and Rank 4 elixirs for everyone. However, drawing that much earth-qi into the herb terraces will cause constant fluctuations along the municipal ley lines.”

”Leave the surface arrays and the municipal grid to me!” Yue Lingshan said at once, clutching the jade box to her chest with fierce determination. ”With my mental awareness at the Mid-Stage Core Formation level, I can personally station myself at the central harbor array tower in Abyssal Pearl City and balance the pressure valves across all four outer islands. You and Senior Mu can focus on maturing the Spirit Herbs and refining the elixirs without any distractions!”

”Do not overwork yourself at the harbor tower,” Wang Jian said softly, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear. ”I will come to the city manor every two weeks to check on your progress and bring you fresh elixirs.”

Yue Lingshan beamed, kissing his cheek tenderly before rising from the bed to dress in her formal white Thousand-Year Spirit-Silk robes. Within the hour, accompanied by four female formation disciples, she boarded a swift covered cutter and sailed across the lagoon toward Abyssal Pearl City’s main harbor, eager to guard the outer perimeter for her hardworking husband.

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Two hours after Yue Lingshan’s cutter docked at the main city harbor twelve miles away, Wang Jian descended through the warded basalt gates into the vast, cavernous Spirit-Herb Terraces carved deep inside the hollow belly of the second outer island.

The cavern stretched over two leagues in width, its arched stone ceiling embedded with three hundred glowing *Sun-Moon Essence Pearls* that simulated the warm, gentle light of day and the cool dew of night. Across the cavern floor, twelve stepped terraces of rich, black *Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit-Bog Soil* rose like a grand amphitheater.

Flowing through stone aqueducts along each terrace was the diluted, milky-white liquid essence piped directly from the dual Fourth-Grade Spiritual Veins—seventy percent siphoned from the distant Dragon-Spine Trench and forty percent drawn from Abyssal Pearl City’s main earth vein. The air inside the cavern was so thick with pure Spiritual Energy and herbal fragrance that a mortal inhaling a single breath would have their illnesses cured and ten years added to their life.

Waiting for Wang Jian along the central stone walkway were four women who had shed every trace of the polite, reserved demeanor they wore whenever Yue Lingshan was on the island.

Liu Ruyan, the voluptuous alchemist who managed the herb gardens, stood beside a jade workbench holding golden pruning shears and cold-jade spades. Beside her stood Sect Leader Hua Yimei and her daughter Hua Ling’er—Wang Jian’s official concubine—along with the quiet, curvaceous shadow-assassin Chen Ying, who guarded the cavern entrance.

Because Wang Jian had ordered them to dress comfortably for the warm, humid microclimate of the deep-earth gardens, all four women wore scandalous, sheer attire tailored from light spirit-gauze.

Liu Ruyan wore an emerald-green silk halter wrap that left her broad, creamy shoulders, her round midriff, and her entire back exposed, while the two front bands of green silk struggled to contain the massive, heavy globes of her breasts. Her lower body was draped in a slit gauze skirt with no undergarments beneath, offering glimpses of her thick, pale thighs and neatly trimmed mound whenever she stepped between the herb beds.

Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er wore matching two-piece outfits of sheer peach-blossom pink silk. The tops were tied only by a thin ribbon between their breasts, leaving the inner curves of their massive chests and their gold-pierced nipples straining visibly against the wet, humid fabric, while their low-waisted silk bloomers hugged their wide, juicy hips and left the lower halves of their plump buttocks peeking out in the warm light.

Even Chen Ying, usually clad in dark leather, wore a sleeveless, form-fitting black mesh bodysuit cut high at the hips, showing off her long, toned legs, her narrow waist, and the firm, round swell of her full breasts.

”Master,” Liu Ruyan greeted him with a deep, graceful bow that caused her massive breasts to sway heavily inside her green halter wrap, nearly spilling out of the top. ”All twelve terraces have been tilled and watered with spiritual spring water. The ancient seedlings from the Silver Gale Sect treasury, the Profound Iron True Monarch’s garden, and the Primal Dragon Grotto are planted in the upper three tiers.”

Wang Jian walked up the stone steps to the tenth terrace, his dark eyes sweeping over the neatly arranged plots of spirit-soil.

Planted in the dark earth were thirty-six stalks of *Purple-Gold Marrow Ginseng*, twenty-four *Nine-Leaf Frost Lotuses* resting in chilled jade basins, fifty clusters of crimson *Blood-Dragon Grass*, eighteen *Frost-Bite Lilies*, and at the very center of the twelfth terrace, a single, priceless *Spirit-Condensing Lotus* that currently stood at three thousand years of maturity.

”These herbs are currently between five hundred and eight hundred years old,” Liu Ruyan explained, stepping close to Wang Jian’s side so her soft, heavy left breast brushed warmly against his elbow. ”To refine Peak-Grade Rank 3 *Core-Perfection Elixirs* and Rank 4 *Yin-Marrow Tempering Pills* without medicinal toxins, Sister Lianhua says every stalk must reach at least five thousand years of age—and the central *Spirit-Condensing Lotus* needs to reach nine thousand years.”

”When I was at the Core Formation Realm, maturing a single stalk past three thousand years took weeks of draining effort,” Wang Jian said, stepping before the first bed of *Purple-Gold Marrow Ginseng*. ”Now, watch carefully.”

Wang Jian raised both hands, palms facing the thirty-six ginseng plants.

Inside his lower energy reservoir, his three-inch black-gold *Stellar Demonic Nascent Infant* opened its eyes and breathed upon the emerald seed of his innate power.

*HUMMMMM.*

A rich, glowing stream of liquid emerald light—the Nascent-Soul-empowered **Verdant Eternal Spring Essence**—poured from Wang Jian’s ten fingertips like ten ribbons of warm spring rain.

The moment the emerald ribbons sank into the black *Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit-Bog Soil* around the *Purple-Gold Marrow Ginseng*, a miraculous transformation occurred before the women’s eyes. Unlike ordinary wood-attribute spells that merely forced plants to grow hollow stems at the cost of their medicinal potency, the *Verdant Eternal Spring Essence* infused pure, condensed time and primordial vitality directly into the spiritual roots of the herbs.

Beneath the soil, the pale roots of the *Purple-Gold Marrow Ginseng* swelled and twisted like miniature sleeping dragons. Their outer skins turned from pale yellow to a deep, metallic purple-gold, while on the surface, five new serrated leaves sprouted from each stem, unfurling with a soft *rustle* and releasing a thick cloud of golden medicinal mist!

”Five hundred years... one thousand... two thousand years in a single quarter-hour!” Liu Ruyan gasped, her eyes wide with awe as she knelt beside the terrace bed, using a pair of cold-jade calipers to measure the dense spiritual pulsations radiating from the ginseng crowns. ”Master, your *Verdant Eternal Spring Essence* is ten times thicker than before! The medicinal veins inside the roots aren’t fracturing at all—Wait! The soil is drying out too fast from the rapid absorption!”

”Ling’er, Yimei—open the upper aqueduct sluice gates and pour three ladles of dilutedFourth-Grade vein essence around the outer root rings,” Wang Jian instructed, keeping his hands steady as sweat beaded lightly across his forehead from the continuous spiritual output. ”Ruyan, take the cold-jade pruning knife and trim away the lower yellow leaves the instant they wither so they don’t draw vitality away from the taproots.”

”Yes, Master!”

For the next two full months inside the humid, fragrant deep-earth cavern, Wang Jian and the four women worked in a seamless, disciplined rhythm of high-tier spirit farming.

Every morning, Wang Jian spent four hours channeling concentrated streams of *Verdant Eternal Spring Essence* across the upper terraces, while Liu Ruyan, Hua Yimei, Hua Ling’er, and Chen Ying loosened the soil with jade spades, pruned dead side-shoots with cold-jade knives, and regulated the temperature of the frost-basins holding the *Nine-Leaf Frost Lotuses*.

By the end of the eighth week, all thirty-six stalks of *Purple-Gold Marrow Ginseng*, the twenty-four *Nine-Leaf Frost Lotuses*, and the fifty clusters of *Blood-Dragon Grass* had successfully matured into radiant, **five-thousand-year top-tier Spirit Herbs**, their leaves glowing with five-colored halos of condensed spiritual mist. And in the central basin of the twelfth terrace, the nine petals of the **Nine-Thousand-Year Spirit-Condensing Lotus** bloomed wide, releasing a chime like ringing jade that echoed across the cavern.

As Wang Jian lowered his hands after completing the final infusion on the twelfth terrace, his breathing was deep and hot. Channeling the life-giving *Verdant Eternal Spring Essence* for two months straight had stirred the aggressive Yang fire of his *Heavenly Yang Divine Physique* into a raging inferno—and worse still, the lingering emerald mist hovering around his skin carried a potent, aphrodisiacal life-force that had soaked the thin silk wraps of the four women working beside him.

”Master...” Hua Ling’er whimpered, dropping her jade watering ladle onto the soft grass beside the twelfth terrace. Her pretty face was flushed bright red, her chest heaving as she pressed her thighs together. ”Breathing in your *Verdant Eternal Spring Essence* all morning has made my meridians so hot... Look at Mother and Sister Ruyan—their silk tops are completely transparent from sweat!”

Wang Jian turned around on the soft, warm moss carpet bordering the twelfth terrace.

Standing three paces away, Hua Yimei, Hua Ling’er, Liu Ruyan, and Chen Ying were all glistening with fragrant perspiration. The humid herbal mist had turned their sheer silk wraps into second skins, outlining every dip of their navels, the wide, fertile flare of their curvy hips, and the stiff, swollen peaks of their nipples.

”Since the herbs have drunk their fill of spring essence,” Wang Jian said, his dark eyes gleaming with predatory heat as he unfastened his azure silk robe and let it drop onto the warm moss, ”it is time to water my personal flowers.”

”Thank you, Master!” Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er cried out together, their eyes shining with shameless, competitive lust.

Before Liu Ruyan could even step forward, the mother-and-daughter duo dropped to their knees on the warm, fragrant moss in front of Wang Jian. Hua Yimei reached up with both hands and untied the thin ribbon holding her peach-pink silk top together, letting her massive, heavy breasts—adorned with glinting gold nipple rings—spill out into the glowing light of the five-thousand-year herbs. Not to be outdone, her daughter Hua Ling’er yanked her own pink silk bloomers straight down her curvy legs and kicked them aside, crawling between Wang Jian’s feet to press her soft, wet lips directly against the head of his thick, rising shaft.

”Look at this greedy girl trying to steal the first taste from her own mother,” Hua Yimei laughed huskily, leaning forward to press her huge, bare breasts against the other side of Wang Jian’s pulsing length while her tongue darted out to lick his shaft right alongside her daughter’s mouth. ”Master, Ling’er and I have been working in the dirt for two months watching your muscular back every day. Please take both of us right here beside the *Spirit-Condensing Lotus*!”

Wang Jian tangled his left hand in Hua Yimei’s hair and his right hand in Hua Ling’er’s hair, guiding both mother and daughter to service his rock-hard manhood together while he looked over their bobbing heads at Liu Ruyan and Chen Ying.

”Ruyan, Chen Ying—strip off those wraps and get on the moss behind them,” Wang Jian commanded roughly. ”The residual *Verdant Eternal Spring Essence* in my seed right now is thick enough to wash away ten years of meridian impurities. Whoever works hardest today gets the deepest share.”

Liu Ruyan shivered with excitement, hastily untying her emerald halter wrap so her colossal, milky-white breasts bounced free, while Chen Ying peeled off her black mesh bodysuit in one fluid motion, revealing her taut, curvy, snow-white figure.

Without a trace of hesitation or gentleness, Wang Jian pulled Hua Yimei up by her wide, juicy hips and bent the mature Sect Leader over the carved jade rim of the lotus basin. Gripping her fleshy buttocks with both hands, he drove his thick, scorching manhood straight to the hilt inside her soaking core!

”AAAAAH! MASTER!” Hua Yimei’s cry echoed across the twelve terraced gardens, stirring the glowing mist above the five-thousand-year herbs as Wang Jian hammered his hips forward with brutal, earth-shaking momentum.

”Ling’er, get on your hands and knees right beside your mother! Ruyan, get underneath Yimei’s chest and let her breasts rub against your face!” Wang Jian barked, slapping Hua Yimei’s round backside hard before pulling out of the mother’s spasming passage to plunge straight into her daughter Hua Ling’er’s tight, dripping core right beside her!

For an entire week following the completion of the botanical harvest, the twelfth terrace of the deep-earth gardens became an open-air bed of relentless carnal pleasure. Surrounded by the glowing halos of five-thousand-year Spirit Herbs, Wang Jian ruthlessly rotated between the mother-and-daughter pair Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er, the voluptuous alchemist Liu Ruyan, and the fiercely devoted assassin Chen Ying—pounding his Nascent-Soul-infused Yang essence and lingering *Verdant Eternal Spring Essence* deep into their wombs until their Core Formation meridians were widened, purified, and humming with vibrant spiritual vitality.

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At the beginning of the third month, the harvested five-thousand-year Spirit Herbs were sealed in frost-jade boxes and carried down the central stone corridor into the subterranean Alchemical Hall.

The circular pill chamber sat directly over a secondary branch of the volcanic magma vent, though its temperature was precisely regulated by sixty-four heat-dispersing array tiles. At the center of the room stood Mu Lianhua’s life-bound treasure, the *Myriad Beast Fire Cauldron*, expanded to ten feet in height and glowing with ancient beast reliefs around its bronze belly.

For the next two months, the Alchemical Hall operated day and night without pause.

Standing before the towering bronze cauldron, Mu Lianhua wore a sleeveless, high-slitted crimson alchemist’s robe that left her long, shapely legs and the deep, glistening valley between her massive breasts exposed to help vent her body heat. Opposite her stood Su Binglan in her translucent ice-gauze gown, while Liu Ruyan worked rapidly at the cold-jade preparation tables along the wall.

Refining Peak-Grade Rank 3 *Core-Perfection Elixirs* and Rank 4 *Yin-Marrow Tempering Pills* was an intricate, grueling craft where a single breath of miscalculated heat would turn five-thousand-year herbs into worthless black char.

At the preparation table, Liu Ruyan wielded a paper-thin carving blade made of five-hundred-year cold-jade. With steady, practiced fingers, she sliced open the tough outer rind of a five-thousand-year *Purple-Gold Marrow Ginseng*, using a hollow silver needle to draw out twelve drops of golden core-marrow sap before scraping away the fibrous outer root-hairs that contained trace earth-toxins. Next, she crushed three Grade 6 Demon Beast cores into fine crystalline powder using a star-iron mortar and pestle, sifting the powder three times through spirit-silk mesh.

”The primary extracts are pure, Sister Lianhua!” Liu Ruyan called out, lifting three floating jade trays of glowing herbal sap and beast-core powder with her spiritual sense and guiding them toward the open mouth of the cauldron.

”Open the furnace vents!” Mu Lianhua commanded, her mature face focused and majestic.

She struck the side of the *Myriad Beast Fire Cauldron* with her right palm. The bronze lid slid open three inches, and a roaring stream of blue *Azure Sky Heart Phoenix Flame* surged from her palm into the lower fire-mouth of the cauldron.

As the trays of five-thousand-year *Purple-Gold Marrow Ginseng* sap, *Blood-Dragon Grass* essence, and Grade 6 Demon Beast core powder entered the interior vacuum of the cauldron, Mu Lianhua split her Early-Stage Nascent Soul mental awareness into thirty-six distinct threads. Eighteen threads controlled the temperature of the blue phoenix fire—burning away the final five percent of stubborn Medicinal Toxins inside the raw sap—while the other eighteen threads rotated the floating droplets of liquid medicine in counter-clockwise spirals so they would not scorch against the bronze walls.

By the tenth day of continuous firing, the interior of the Alchemical Hall had grown swelteringly hot. Thick beads of sweat rolled down Mu Lianhua’s flushed neck, soaking the front of her crimson silk robe and trickling deep into the cleavage of her heaving breasts.

Inside the bronze cauldron, twelve blinding spheres of golden-purple liquid had compressed down to the size of pigeon eggs, humming violently as they tried to burst apart from their own dense spiritual energy.

”The medicinal essence has reached hundred-percent purity!” Mu Lianhua called out, her voice strained as her wrists trembled slightly from ten days of uninterrupted Nascent Soul fire control. ”Binglan—quench the outer cauldron wall now to lock the Pill Veins!”

Standing on the opposite side of the platform, Su Binglan raised both alabaster hands.

Channeling her Early-Stage Nascent Soul power, she released six ribbons of freezing, silver-white *Grand Yin Ice Flame*. She did not strike the fire-mouth at the bottom of the cauldron; instead, she wrapped the absolute-zero frost ribbons around the upper bronze rim of the *Myriad Beast Fire Cauldron*.

*HSSSSSS—CHIME!*

As the searing blue phoenix fire at the bottom collided with the freezing glacial frost at the top, a violent thermal pressure-lock formed inside the cauldron’s belly. The twelve boiling spheres of golden-purple liquid instantly solidified into smooth, round pills—and across the surface of every single pill, three natural, glowing golden-cloud patterns etched themselves into the shell!

**Peak-Grade Rank 3 Core-Perfection Elixirs—completely free of Medicinal Toxins and bearing natural Pill Veins!**

Without resting for more than half a day to swallow restorative spirit water, Mu Lianhua, Su Binglan, and Liu Ruyan immediately cleaned the cauldron and began the second, even more demanding refinement: using the **Nine-Thousand-Year Spirit-Condensing Lotus**, the twenty-four *Nine-Leaf Frost Lotuses*, and five catties of the *Ten-Thousand-Year Golden Dragon Marrow* to refine a batch of **Rank 4 Yin-Marrow Tempering Pills**.

Because Rank 4 pills belonged to the Nascent Soul tier, even Mu Lianhua and Su Binglan could not complete the final condensation alone. On the twentieth day of the second batch, Wang Jian stepped into the Alchemical Hall himself. Standing behind Mu Lianhua, he pressed his bare palm against her sweaty back, pouring his vast *Stellar Demonic Qi* and a thread of *Verdant Eternal Spring Essence* through her meridians and into the cauldron.

*BOOOOOOM!*

The bronze lid of the *Myriad Beast Fire Cauldron* shot ten feet into the air as a pillar of fragrant, nine-colored frost-and-lotus mist erupted toward the ceiling!

Hovering in the air above the open cauldron were nine radiant, pearl-white elixirs the size of longan fruits. Six of them gleamed with ninety-five percent High-Grade purity, while the central three pills shone with glowing silver **Pill Veins**—authentic **Peak-Grade Rank 4 Yin-Marrow Tempering Pills**!

”We did it...!” Mu Lianhua gasped, her legs buckling beneath her as she sealed the nine Rank 4 pills and the twelve Peak-Grade Rank 3 elixirs into Profound Frost-Jade bottles.

Exhausted from nearly two months of continuous high-heat refinement, Mu Lianhua slumped back against Wang Jian’s chest, while across the platform, Su Binglan leaned heavily against a cool stone pillar, her translucent ice-gauze gown soaked through with sweat and clinging tightly to her massive breasts and wide, lush hips.

Having dismissed Liu Ruyan to store the pill bottles in the outer treasury vault, Wang Jian looked down at his two panting, sweat-slicked Nascent Soul Grandmasters inside the hot, quiet Alchemical Hall.

”Both of you expended half your spiritual seas refining these batches,” Wang Jian said, his large hands sliding down from Mu Lianhua’s shoulders to cup her huge, sweat-slippery breasts through the wet crimson silk, squeezing the soft flesh firmly as his thick manhood pressed hard against the cleft of her bare backside beneath her slit skirt. ”Come here, Binglan. I will replenish your energy reservoirs myself.”

Su Binglan’s deep blue eyes darkened with instant, needy desire. Walking over on trembling legs, the proud former Palace Mistress sank to her knees beside Mu Lianhua right on the warm stone platform at the base of the *Myriad Beast Fire Cauldron*.

”Master...” Mu Lianhua moaned softly as Wang Jian ripped open the front of her sweat-soaked crimson robe, freeing her heavy, bouncing breasts to the warm air before bending her forward over the lower bronze step of the still-warm cauldron. ”My meridians are so dry from controlling the Phoenix Flame... please fill me with your Yang essence!”

”And don’t make me wait long, Master,” Su Binglan breathed shamelessly, pressing her cool, massive breasts against Wang Jian’s left thigh while reaching her slender hand between Mu Lianhua’s spread legs to stroke the alchemist’s soaking wet labia. ”Watching you pour your Qi into Lianhua’s back for the last three hours made my Glacial Yin soak right through my gauze skirt...”

Wang Jian gripped Mu Lianhua’s wide, curvy hips and drove his thick, scorching shaft straight into her fiery, velvety passage in one brutal thrust, making the Newly Ascended Alchemist Grandmaster cry out against the bronze cauldron wall. For the next four hours inside the pill-scented chamber, Wang Jian took both of his Nascent Soul sovereigns right beside the cauldron—alternating between Mu Lianhua’s scorching, tight core and Su Binglan’s freezing, silky depths, pinning their lush bodies against the warm stone and nursing on their heavy breasts until both Grandmasters lay twitching, thoroughly replenished, and glowing with rosy satisfaction in his arms.

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With the twenty-one supreme elixirs refined, the fifth and sixth months of the half-year plan shifted to the hidden subterranean cultivation chambers beneath the City Lord’s Manor in Abyssal Pearl City.

Every two weeks, Wang Jian appeared publicly in the upper courtyard of the manor or visited the central harbor array tower in his guise as an honored advisor. There, he spent tender, affectionate days with his virtuous wife, Yue Lingshan. He presented her with two of the Peak-Grade Rank 3 *Core-Perfection Elixirs*, watching over her with gentle care as she meditated in their marital bedchamber and loving her with deep, passionate tenderness at night—helping her stabilize her Mid-Stage Core Formation Realm and push steadily toward the Late Stage without ever letting her suspect a thing.

Whenever Yue Lingshan returned to the outer island reefs to supervise the array upgrades with her formation teams, however, Wang Jian descended into the heavily warded deep-earth refinement hall beneath the manor to elevate his secret court.

Inside the warm, candlelit refinement chamber, five women sat cross-legged upon raised jade cushions arranged in a semicircle: **Shen Mengqi**, **Lin Wanyue**, **Shangguan Wan’er**, **Hua Yimei**, and the silver-haired High Elder of the Ice Heart Palace, **Bing Yun**.

All five women were completely naked save for sheer, open-front silk robes draped loosely over their shoulders, leaving their massive breasts, narrow waists, and wide, fertile hips completely exposed so their pores could vent medicinal heat without obstruction.

Wang Jian walked along the semicircle, placing a Peak-Grade Rank 3 *Core-Perfection Elixir* and a High-Grade Rank 4 *Yin-Marrow Tempering Pill* into the open palms of each woman—saving the three Peak-Grade Rank 4 pills with Pill Veins for Shen Mengqi, Lin Wanyue, and Elder Bing Yun, who stood closest to the final threshold of Core Formation.

”Swallow both pills simultaneously,” Wang Jian commanded, standing at the center of the five cushions with his black robes discarded, his muscular bronze frame and his thick, pulsing manhood radiating the vast, stabilizing pressure of the Nascent Soul Realm. ”Rank 4 *Yin-Marrow Tempering Pills* contain ten-thousand-year flood-dragon marrow and nine-thousand-year lotus essence. If you try to refine them through solitary meditation, thirty percent of the medicinal power will dissipate through your pores, and the intense cold-heat clash will tear your secondary meridians. Circulate the first layer of the medicine until your Golden Cores reach maximum pressure—then I will use my *Heavenly Yang Divine Physique* to hammer the remaining essence directly into your Dantians.”

”Yes, Master!” the five beauties chorused with flushed faces and shining eyes.

Without hesitation, Shen Mengqi, Lin Wanyue, Shangguan Wan’er, Hua Yimei, and Elder Bing Yun tilted their heads back and swallowed the glowing elixirs.

*HUMMMMM!*

Within ten breaths, terrifying waves of medicinal energy erupted inside the five women’s bodies!

On the first cushion, Shen Mengqi gasped sharply, her porcelain skin flushing bright pink while a layer of white frost condensed across her raven eyebrows. Her *Nine-Turn Profound Yin Scripture* spun furiously inside her lower energy reservoir, devouring the Rank 4 *Yin-Marrow Tempering Pill*. Beside her, City Lord Lin Wanyue groaned as her innate Water Root and her implanted *Crimson Sun-Marrow Flame* surged under the stimulus of the *Core-Perfection Elixir*, causing her enormous breasts to heave violently as sweet sweat poured down her ribcage.

Next to them, Elder Bing Yun’s silver hair floated weightlessly in the air as icy blue mist billowed from her skin, while Shangguan Wan’er and Hua Yimei bit their lips, trembling as the pure, zero-toxin medicinal rivers scoured their meridians wide open.

”Master...!” Shen Mengqi was the first to open her glazed, feverish eyes after two hours of intense circulation. She could no longer sit still in the lotus posture; her hands slid down her sweaty stomach to cup her own heavy, aching breasts as thick, clear Yin nectar trickled down her inner thighs onto the jade cushion. ”The Rank 4 pill’s Yin essence is expanding too fast inside my energy reservoir! My Golden Core is swollen to the breaking point—if you don’t balance it with your Yang essence right now, my meridians will freeze!”

”Mine too, Master!” City Lord Lin Wanyue whimpered right beside her, dropping her dignified posture completely as she spread her thick, creamy thighs wide on the cushion, revealing her flushed, dripping core. ”The dragon-marrow heat is burning my womb! Please, take me with Mengqi!”

”And this old servant as well, Master...” Elder Bing Yun breathed, her usually stern, mature face red with shame and overwhelming need as she knelt forward on her cushion, pressing her massive, snow-white breasts against Wang Jian’s thigh while her silver hair cascaded over his hip.

Wang Jian did not waste a second. Stepping onto the wide central jade platform, he pulled Shen Mengqi onto her back at the center of the silk mattress, lifting her long, shapely legs over his shoulders, and drove his thick, scorching manhood straight to the hilt inside her freezing, medicine-saturated core!

”AAAAAH! YES!” Shen Mengqi screamed, arching her spine off the mattress as the volcanic Yang heat of Wang Jian’s Nascent Soul body collided directly with the raging Rank 4 Yin-marrow storm inside her Dantian.

The moment their lower energy reservoirs linked, Wang Jian activated the dual-cultivation circulation of his *Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture*.

Like a giant blacksmith’s hammer striking heated iron, every savage, deep thrust of Wang Jian’s hips compressed the wild medicinal energy of the *Core-Perfection Elixir* and the *Yin-Marrow Tempering Pill* straight into the center of Shen Mengqi’s revolving Golden Core! Zero medicinal power leaked out through her pores; trapped by Wang Jian’s Nascent Soul domain and guided by his ferocious, rhythmic pounding, every single drop of the nine-thousand-year lotus essence fused into her core and widened her meridian walls.

While hammering ruthlessly into Shen Mengqi, Wang Jian grabbed City Lord Lin Wanyue with his left arm and Elder Bing Yun with his right arm, pulling both mature, voluptuous women down beside him on the mattress.

”Don’t let your medicinal heat leak into the air!” Wang Jian growled, clamping his mouth onto Lin Wanyue’s massive left breast to suckle roughly on her stiff nipple while his right hand plunged between Elder Bing Yun’s trembling thighs, driving two thick fingers deep into the silver-haired High Elder’s soaking passage to stir her surging Yin essence. ”Keep circulating your cores while you wait your turn!”

For sixty continuous days inside the locked subterranean chamber, Wang Jian acted as the tireless central furnace for all five women—joined in the final two weeks by Liu Ruyan, Chen Ying, and Hua Ling’er after they finished organizing the outer vaults.

Whenever Shen Mengqi’s internal pressure peaked, Wang Jian pounded her into a screaming, squirting climax that locked a new layer of medicinal density into her Golden Core, then immediately pulled out and flipped City Lord Lin Wanyue onto her stomach, holding her wide, juicy hips down against the cushions as he drove his scorching rod into her furnace-like depths for hours at a time. From Lin Wanyue, he moved straight to Elder Bing Yun—folding the dignified, silver-haired Ice Heart Palace elder in half as her massive breasts bounced against her chin—and then on to Shangguan Wan’er and Hua Yimei, leaving no woman neglected until the entire batch of twenty-one Rank 3 and Rank 4 elixirs was completely digested to the last drop.

On the final night of the sixth month, three distinct, powerful spiritual pulses echoed simultaneously inside the subterranean chamber!

Sitting side by side on the silk mattress—their naked, sweat-sheened bodies still trembling from Wang Jian’s final round of aggressive dual cultivation—**Shen Mengqi**, **Lin Wanyue**, and **Elder Bing Yun** all opened their eyes as brilliant halos of solid golden light flashed from their lower abdomens.

All three women had broken through the final barrier of the Late Stage, advancing solidly to the **Peak Great Circle of the Late-Stage Core Formation Realm**! Their Golden Cores were now polished, full, and brimming with Rank 4 Yin-marrow—standing just half a step away from shattering into Nascent Souls once they accumulated enough mental comprehension.

At the same time, **Shangguan Wan’er** and **Hua Yimei** stabilized firmly at the **Late-Stage Core Formation Realm**, while **Liu Ruyan**, **Chen Ying**, and **Hua Ling’er** all surged cleanly into the **Mid-Stage Core Formation Realm**!

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The next morning, inside the sunlit grand reception hall of the City Lord’s Manor above ground, the atmosphere was a picture of solemn, dignified municipal order.

When Yue Lingshan walked through the carved ironwood doors wearing her white Thousand-Year Spirit-Silk robes and carrying her master array ledgers, there was not a single trace of the two-month carnal banquet that had taken place beneath the floorboards.

Seated on the elevated obsidian throne was City Lord Lin Wanyue, dressed in her high-collared, multi-layered deep-blue silk robes, projecting the majestic, unyielding authority of a Peak Late-Stage Core Formation sovereign. To her left sat Commercial Queen Shangguan Wan’er in a formal dark-gold gown, calmly calculating trade scrolls on her *Celestial-Tide Abacus*. Along the side seats sat the two revered Nascent Soul guests, Senior Mu Lianhua and Senior Su Binglan, alongside Elder Bing Yun, Sect Leader Hua Yimei, and Daoist Shen Mengqi—each woman sitting with straight spines, modest robes buttoned to the throat, and cool, noble expressions.

Wang Jian stood near the central map table, smiling warmly as Yue Lingshan entered.

”Husband! City Lord Lin, Senior Mu, Senior Su!” Yue Lingshan bowed respectfully to the room, her eyes widening in pleasant surprise as she sensed the thickened auras of the women around the hall. ”Congratulations! It seems Senior Mu’s six-month alchemy seclusion was a tremendous success—Sister Mengqi, City Lord Lin, and Elder Bing Yun have all reached the Peak Great Circle of Core Formation!”

”It was all thanks to Senior Mu’s supreme pill-refining skill and Advisor Wang’s botanical assistance,” Lin Wanyue replied with a poised, noble smile, giving Wang Jian a polite nod as though they were merely respectful political allies. ”And how are the harbor breakwaters, Sister Lingshan?”

”All sixty-four municipal array nodes are running smoothly, City Lord,” Yue Lingshan reported proudly, placing her ledger on the table beside Wang Jian.

Just then, the side doors of the reception hall opened. Chen Ying—dressed in the dark, concealing garb of the manor’s intelligence chief—walked briskly to the center of the room, carrying three decryptedjade slips stamped with the crimson seals of Bai Xue, Qiu Yun, and Su Ning.

”Report,” Wang Jian said, his tone shifting to cool tactical focus.

”Advisor Wang, City Lord,” Chen Ying said crisply, placing the three jade slips onto the map table. ”Over the past six months, the continuous operation of our deep-earth siphon stakes in the Dragon-Spine Trench has drained nearly forty percent of the ambient Spiritual Energy across the eastern sea sectors.”

Shangguan Wan’er looked up from her abacus, her pale blue eyes sharpening. ”Forty percent across the entire eastern sector? That means the secondary veins feeding the outer islands of the Myriad Ocean Palace and the Holy Nether Sea Organization are drying up.”

”They are,” Chen Ying confirmed. ”According to Bai Xue and Su Ning, the sudden spiritual drought reached the deep-earth longevity tombs of both superpowers three weeks ago. Two ancient Mid-Stage Nascent Soul monsters who had sealed themselves in spirit-ice and blood-jade coffins for four hundred years to preserve their dwindling lifespans—**Heavenly Tide True Monarch** of the Myriad Ocean Palace and **Blood-Bone True Monarch** of the Holy Nether Sea Organization—have been forcefully awakened from their slumber.”

A quiet murmur passed through the hall. A Mid-Stage Nascent Soul ancestor Who had lived for over a thousand years possessed terrifying combat arts and ancient treasures far beyond an ordinary Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

”Neither of those old monsters believes that a Mid-Stage Core Formation rogue like Ye Fan could have drained the root of a Fourth-Grade Spiritual Vein by himself,” Chen Ying continued. ”Heavenly Tide True Monarch accuses the Holy Nether Sea Organization of secretly stealing the vein under the cover of the ambush, while Blood-Bone True Monarch believes the Myriad Ocean Palace is hoarding the earth-qi to starve his longevity tomb. Both ancestors have taken personal command of their main fleets and are marching toward Black-Scale Strait for an all-out war.”

”And what of Ye Fan himself?” Shen Mengqi asked coldly from her seat, her voice devoid of any warmth for her former disciple.

”Still alive, though bleeding at every step,” Chen Ying replied. ”Hunted by sixteen righteous and demonic bounty squads across the southern waters, he fled south into the lawless **Sunken Bone Archipelago**—right on the border of the Deep-Sea Demon Beast Tribes. Last month, three Late-Stage Core Formation bounty hunters cornered him on a reef, and he lured a Grade 7 *Thunder-Fin Leviathan* into the fight to slaughter his pursuers before vanishing into the beast-sea.”

Wang Jian picked up the central jade slip from the map table, his dark, starlit eyes reflecting the glowing map of Black-Scale Strait and the southern beast waters.

Over the past nine months since the Dragon-Spine Trench heist, his Initial Stage Nascent Soul Realm had been forged into unshakeable iron; his five-thousand-year herb vaults were full; and behind him stood two Nascent Soul Grandmasters and five Peak/Late Core Formation beauties whose bodies and souls belonged entirely to him.

”Let Heavenly Tide True Monarch and Blood-Bone True Monarch tear each other’s fleets to pieces at Black-Scale Strait,” Wang Jian said, setting the jade slip down with a crisp *click* against the stone table. ”Wan’er, double the price of all barrier-repair ores and Rank 3 healing pills in our auction houses starting tomorrow—and accept payment from the warring fleets only in Top-Grade Spirit Stones and ancient forging manuals. While the old monsters bleed their sects dry in the east, we will turn Abyssal Pearl City into the wealthiest fortress in the sea domain.”