Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Four thousand feet beneath the dark waves of the western sea, the forty-eight Profound Iron Array Anchors buried around the three-league rim of the Dead-Kelp Basin hummed with a low, bone-shaking vibration. Six overlapping curtains of silver-black spatial light locked together eight hundred feet overhead, severing the sunken valley from the surrounding ocean currents and trapping fifty thousand armored sea crabs inside a soundless iron cage.

At the center of the petrified black Iron-Kelp forest, Iron-Pincer Demon King planted his two tree-trunk-thick legs into the basalt seabed. The ten-foot-tall Early Grade 8 overlord of the Golden-Back Armored Crab Clan glared through the murky water at the tall human hovering thirty feet ahead of him.

”Three human Nascent Soul Grandmasters hiding in a barren western basin!” Iron-Pincer Demon King roared, his voice booming like grinding millstones through the sealed water. He hefted his twin eight-thousand-catty Deep-Gold Pincer Halberds off his armored shoulders, the curved crescent blades gleaming with thick yellow earth-qi. ”Neither the Myriad Ocean Palace nor the Holy Nether Sea Organization possesses three unrecorded Nascent Soul cultivators! Who are you?!”

Wang Jian did not waste a single breath answering a dead beast.

Hovering thirty feet above the black silt in his gold-trimmed black robes, Wang Jian gripped the hilt of his Life-Bound Magic Treasure saber, Blood’s Thirst, and swept his left hand downward in a sharp command.

”Seal the flanks. Do not let a single Grade 6 or Grade 7 Demon Beast disturb my ring.”

”As Master commands!” Su Binglan and Mu Lianhua answered in unison from the northern and southern ridges.

Before the twelve Demon Beast commanders flanking Iron-Pincer Demon King could charge forward to shield their sovereign, the water on both sides of the central aisle erupted into blinding elemental fury.

On the northern flank, Su Binglan drifted downward in her translucent glacial-silk robes. Behind her snow-white shoulders, the ???-inch Infant Soul inside her lower energy reservoir opened its tiny hands, projecting a three-hundred-yard domain of silver-white Grand Yin Ice Flame.

Two eighty-foot Grade 6 Three-Horned Flood Wyrms and a fifty-foot Grade 7 Iron-Claw Sea Scorpion lunged upward toward Su Binglan, their jaws and serrated pincers snapping shut to tear her delicate body in half.

Su Binglan did not dodge. She pointed her jade-white index finger toward the charging Grade 7 Iron-Claw Sea Scorpion and spoke a single cold word:

”Freeze.”

Six ribbons of silver-white Grand Yin Ice Flame shot from her fingertip, striking the heavy black shell of the Grade 7 Iron-Claw Sea Scorpion mid-charge. There was no loud explosion. Instead, an absolute, bone-cracking chill penetrated straight through the scorpion’s Late-Stage Core Formation carapace. Within two heartbeats, a six-foot-thick layer of translucent blue abyssal ice encased the fifty-foot predator from its snapping mandibles down to its barbed tail, halting its momentum in mid-water and sending the frozen colossus crashing down onto the petrified kelp like a statue of blue glass!

Right behind Su Binglan, a streak of midnight-black silk flashed down from the upper basalt ledge.

Shen Mengqi—her cultivation now standing at the Peak Great Circle of the Late-Stage Core Formation Realm after digesting the Peak-Grade Rank 4 Yin-Marrow Tempering Pill—landed lightly atop the frozen head of the immobilized Grade 7 Iron-Claw Sea Scorpion. Holding her Life-Bound Magic Treasure, the Gale-Severing Frostblade, in both hands, Shen Mengqi channeled the freezing essence of her Nine-Turn Profound Yin Scripture into the narrow sword spine and drove the point straight down through the beast’s frozen eye socket!

CRACK—SHATTER!

The frost-imbued blade pierced three feet deep into the scorpion’s brain pan, shattering its frozen internal organs into icy gravel before the beast could even thaw.

At the same time, down on the southern flank of the basin, Mu Lianhua hovered above her expanded Myriad Beast Fire Cauldron. As the twelve volcanic floor vents beneath the crab army blasted pillars of blue Azure Sky Heart Phoenix Flame upward, four Grade 6 Saw-Fin Demon Rays and two Grade 7 Iron-Claw Sea Scorpions tried to flee toward the western canyon wall.

Perched on the basalt ledges above the western wall, however, stood Lin Wanyue, Shangguan Wan’er, Hua Yimei, Hua Ling’er, and Bing Yun.

”Nine-Heavens Sound-Severing Array: Phoenix Cry!”

Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er sat side by side on a flat shelf of volcanic rock, plucking the dragon-bone bridges of the Crimson Phoenix Zither with synchronized four-handed fingerwork. Twelve invisible crescents of compressed sonic fire-qi tore downward through the high-pressure water, slicing directly into the soft gill-slits of the four Grade 6 Saw-Fin Demon Rays and sending them spinning blindly into the rising pillars of Mu Lianhua’s blue phoenix fire!

Beside the mother-and-daughter duo, City Lord Lin Wanyue unleashed a thirty-yard wave of her Crimson Sun-Marrow Flame, boiling the seawater into a scalding vortex that trapped the second Grade 7 Iron-Claw Sea Scorpion, while Elder Bing Yun and Shangguan Wan’er combined six flying ice-swords with the crushing spatial-iron threads of the Celestial-Tide Abacus to pin the beast’s eight legs to the seabed for Mu Lianhua’s cauldron to smash its skull from above.

At the center of the Dead-Kelp Basin, Iron-Pincer Demon King watched three of his prized Grade 6 and Grade 7 commanders perish in less than ten breaths.

His molten-brass eyes bulged with ferocious bloodlust. Realizing that the tall man in front of him was the central hub holding the forty-eight Profound Iron Array Anchors together, the Early Grade 8 Demon King decided to crush Wang Jian in a single overwhelming collision and tear open the spatial dome.

”Human arrogant enough to block This King’s path alone—become meat paste beneath my halberds!”

Iron-Pincer Demon King bent his ten-foot armored frame low. When his two golden crab-boots stomped against the basalt seabed, a ten-yard crater exploded beneath his heels, sending a thick shockwave of pulverized rock shooting outward.

Using the monstrous physical propulsion of a Grade 8 Demon Beast raised in ten thousand feet of abyssal pressure, Iron-Pincer Demon King crossed the thirty-foot gap in a single heartbeat! The displaced seawater in front of his broad golden chest compressed into a solid hydraulic wall that screamed like tearing iron.

With both thick, gold-plated arms bulging, the Demon King swung his twin eight-thousand-catty Deep-Gold Pincer Halberds inward from the left and right like a pair of colossal golden shears aimed squarely at Wang Jian’s waist!

In the heat of life-or-death combat, Wang Jian suppressed all stray thoughts. His entire awareness locked onto the closing angle of the two crescent blades, the swirling hydraulic current at his boots, and the explosive power coiled within his own flesh.

Having refined fifteen catties of Ten-Thousand-Year Golden Dragon Marrow into his muscles and Spirit Bones before ascending to the Initial Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, Wang Jian did not use spatial teleportation to evade the first clash. He wanted to measure the raw physical limit of his newly forged Nascent Soul vessel against a Grade 8 armored overlord.

Wang Jian planted his left boot two inches into the black basalt floor, pivoting his hips forty-five degrees to bring his right shoulder forward.

Inside his lower energy reservoir, the three-inch black-gold Stellar Demonic Nascent Infant opened its mouth, exhaling a torrent of violet-black thunder and dark starlight straight into Wang Jian’s right arm. Gripping the long hilt of Blood’s Thirst with both hands, Wang Jian swung the heavy crimson saber outward in a full-powered horizontal cleave to meet the two incoming eight-thousand-catty halberds head-on!

KRA-CLANG-BOOOOOOM!

The physical collision of the dark crimson saber against the twin Deep-Gold Pincer Halberds detonated at the center of the basin like an underwater thunderclap!

A blinding ring of dark-gold and crimson sparks flashed through the dark water. So violent was the physical impact that all seawater within a twenty-foot sphere around the two combatants was blasted outward in an instant, creating a temporary, roaring vacuum pocket on the ocean floor before the crushing four-thousand-foot water pressure slammed back inward with a secondary concussive boom!

Beneath Wang Jian’s boots, jagged fissures three feet wide tore across the basalt bedrock for fifty yards in both directions.

Wang Jian’s arms vibrated from wrist to shoulder as sixteen thousand catties of dead weight—amplified tenfold by the Demon King’s Grade 8 brute strength—pressed against the spine of Blood’s Thirst. Along the blade of his Late-Grade Magic Treasure saber, three hairline nicks appeared in the crimson steel where the Deep-Gold Pincer Halberds bit into the edge, showing that a Core Formation-tier weapon could barely endure the full force of a Nascent Soul clash.

Yet across from him, Iron-Pincer Demon King’s molten-brass eyes widened in utter shock.

Not only had this lean-framed human cultivator failed to split in half under a sixteen-thousand-catty double swing that would have pulverized an ordinary Early-Stage Nascent Soul elder, Wang Jian’s boots had not slid back a single inch across the cracked stone! Worse still, a searing jolt of violet-black thunder and devouring demonic essence had jumped from the crimson saber straight across the golden halberd shafts, numbing the inner joints of the Demon King’s thumbs!

”A human body refiner whose flesh matches a Grade 8 flood-dragon?!” Iron-Pincer Demon King snarled, feeling a flicker of instinctual dread beneath his golden shell.

Without waiting for the turbulent water between them to settle, the Demon King wrenched his left pincer-halberd upward to hook Wang Jian’s saber blade out of alignment, while driving his right pincer-halberd forward like a battering ram aimed straight at Wang Jian’s throat!

Wang Jian did not fight the upward hook. Loosening his left hand from the hilt of Blood’s Thirst, he let the saber pivot smoothly around the Demon King’s left halberd blade, sliding the crimson steel down the golden shaft to slice toward the beast’s armored knuckles.

At the same instant, Wang Jian summoned the seven-foot-tall Nine-Heavens Iron Severing Bastion into his left hand and slammed the forty-nine-folded Star-Core Iron shield sideways into the thrusting point of the right pincer-halberd!

CLANG!

The eight-thousand-catty halberd point skidded across the slanted face of the Nine-Heavens Iron Severing Bastion in a shower of orange sparks, deflected two feet wide of Wang Jian’s right ear.

Stepping straight inside the wide reach of the twin halberds, Wang Jian dropped his right shoulder and drove his right elbow—sheathed in spinning black-gold Stellar Demonic Qi—squarely into the center of Iron-Pincer Demon King’s three-inch-thick golden chest plate!

”Stellar Demonic Fist: Crushing Star!”

THUD-CRACK!

The dull, bone-jarring impact echoed like a siege ram striking a city gate.

The natural earth-and-water defensive runes across Iron-Pincer Demon King’s golden breastplate flared blindingly yellow to disperse the blow. Even so, the sheer physical momentum of Wang Jian’s dragon-marrow-tempered frame lifted the ten-foot, ten-ton Demon King completely off his feet, sending him hurtling forty yards backward through the petrified Iron-Kelp forest!

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

Thirty calcified stalks of black Iron-Kelp as thick as temple pillars snapped like dry reeds as Iron-Pincer Demon King’s armored back plowed through the forest before he dug both golden heels into the silt to halt his slide.

A thin trickle of viscous, golden-blue crab blood leaked from the corner of the Demon King’s mandibles. Looking down at the center of his three-inch-thick golden breastplate, he saw a shallow, fist-sized depression dented into the immortal-gold chitin, right over the vertical sternal seam where his shell plates joined together.

”You cracked my outer molt?!” Iron-Pincer Demon King’s roar shook the silt off the surrounding cliffs.

Realizing that close-quarters grappling against this monstrous human was a losing gamble, the Early Grade 8 Demon King slammed the butts of both Deep-Gold Pincer Halberds into the seabed and opened his armored jaws wide.

”Golden-Back Ancestral Art: Crushing Tide of the Deep Earth!”

From deep within the Demon King’s chest cavity, a fist-sized sphere of blinding, metallic dark-gold light—his Grade 8 Demon Core, tempered by eight centuries of devouring deep-sea metal veins—flew out of his mouth and hovered two feet above his brow!

As the Grade 8 Demon Core spun rapidly in the water, a terrifying gravitational pull radiated across the center of the basin. Millions of tons of black basalt boulders, snapped Iron-Kelp trunks, and heavy iron-sand rose off the seabed, condensing around the two Deep-Gold Pincer Halberds as the Demon King swung them in a crosswise slash.

Two hundred-foot-long crescent waves of hyper-compressed golden earth-qi and whirling iron boulders tore through the water at blinding speed, crossing like an inescapable ’X’ that tore a ten-foot-deep trench across the basalt floor as it hurtled toward Wang Jian!

Seeing the full might of a Grade 8 Demon Core unleashed in a confined space, Wang Jian knew that blocking the cross-wave passively would waste thirty percent of his spiritual reserves.

Instead of raising his shield, Wang Jian took half a step forward—and the three-inch Stellar Demonic Nascent Infant inside his lower energy reservoir folded its tiny hands into a spatial seal.

SWISH.

Wang Jian’s physical body blurred into a faint afterimage of dark starlight just half a breath before the hundred-foot golden cross-wave struck his spot!

BOOOOOOM!

The cross-wave tore through the empty water where Wang Jian had stood, slamming into the eastern basalt cliff wall three hundred yards behind him and carving a fifty-foot-deep scar into the mountain rock—only to be halted and absorbed by the shimmering silver-black curtain of the forty-eight Profound Iron Array Anchors.

At that exact split-second, forty yards away, the water directly above and behind Iron-Pincer Demon King’s left shoulder rippled silently.

Through Nascent Soul instantaneous spatial shifting, Wang Jian stepped straight out of the spatial fold only six feet behind the Demon King’s back—right while the beast’s arms were still extended wide from unleashing the cross-wave and his Grade 8 Demon Core was still hovering outside his mouth above his brow!

Iron-Pincer Demon King’s bronze antennae twitched violently as his instincts screamed of death behind him. He tried to retract his floating Grade 8 Demon Core back down his throat and swing his right Deep-Gold Pincer Halberd backward in a blind backhand sweep.

Wang Jian was faster.

Before the Grade 8 Demon Core could drop six inches toward the beast’s open mouth, Wang Jian’s left hand—holding the heavy Nine-Heavens Iron Severing Bastion—slammed down from above like a falling iron sky, wedging the bottom edge of the seven-foot Star-Core Iron shield directly between the hovering Demon Core and the top of the Demon King’s skull!

CLANG!

Cut off from recalling his core, Iron-Pincer Demon King swung his eight-thousand-catty right pincer-halberd upward at Wang Jian’s ribs with desperate savagery.

Wang Jian gripped Blood’s Thirst in his right hand, pouring a compressed, boiling river of violet-black thunder and Stellar Demonic Qi into the crimson saber until the entire blade turned pitch-black with a razor-thin edge of blinding purple lightning.

”Stellar Demonic Saber: Severing the Abyss!”

Wang Jian brought Blood’s Thirst crashing down at a steep diagonal angle, striking not the thickest curve of the pincer blade, but the exact wrist-socket joint where the crescent pincer met the iron shaft of the halberd!

KRA-SHING—SNAP!

Under the combined weight of Wang Jian’s dragon-marrow strength, the devouring corrosion of his Stellar Demonic Qi, and the residual Nine-Nine Heavenly Thunder infused into his strike, the wrist-socket of the eight-thousand-catty Deep-Gold Pincer Halberd sheared cleanly in half!

At the same time, the overstrained blade of Blood’s Thirst finally reached its Core Formation structural limit—the upper six inches of the crimson saber snapped off in a shower of red fragments, leaving a jagged, three-foot broken blade in Wang Jian’s hand.

Yet the battle was already decided.

As his life-bound right pincer-halberd broke in two, Iron-Pincer Demon King suffered a violent spiritual backlash, spitting a mouthful of golden blood as his stance staggered open for a single breath.

Wang Jian did not hesitate. Dropping the broken hilt of Blood’s Thirst back into his scabbard, he used his left arm to hold the Nine-Heavens Iron Severing Bastion pinned down atop the beast’s horned head, planted his right boot squarely against the Demon King’s left knee joint to lock him in place, and thrust his bare, right hand—wreathed in a roaring gauntlet of black-gold starlight and violet lightning—straight into the dented sternal seam at the center of Iron-Pincer Demon King’s golden chest plate!

”RIIIIP!”

CRACK-CRUNCH!

Like five talons forged from divine star-iron, Wang Jian’s bare fingers punched straight through the cracked three-inch-thick golden chitin at the chest seam!

Hot, pressurized golden-blue Grade 8 crab blood sprayed across Wang Jian’s bare forearm and black robes. Ignoring the razor-sharp edges of the fractured shell scraping against his wrist bones, Wang Jian hooked his fingers around the left edge of the broken sternal plate and wrenched outward with ten thousand catties of raw physical torque—tearing a foot-wide hole open in the center of the Demon King’s chest cavity!

”GAAAAAH! NO—!” Iron-Pincer Demon King shrieked in mortal terror, dropping his left halberd and clapping both massive golden claws toward Wang Jian’s head to crush his skull.

Before the claws could close within a foot of Wang Jian’s temples, Wang Jian’s left hand released the shield and shot upward, catching the hovering, fist-sized Grade 8 Demon Core above the beast’s brow in an inescapable five-layered prison of Stellar Demonic Qi, while his right hand buried inside the beast’s torn chest cavity clamped shut around the pulsing, basketball-sized ancestral heart and yanked it straight out through the shattered golden shell!

SPLAT!

With his ancestral heart torn from his chest and his Grade 8 Demon Core locked inside Wang Jian’s left palm, Iron-Pincer Demon King’s massive golden claws froze two inches away from Wang Jian’s shoulders.

The molten-brass fire in the ten-foot Demon King’s eyes flickered twice and went out. Slowly, like a toppled golden statue, the massive Early Grade 8 carcass tipped backward and crashed into the black silt of the Dead-Kelp Basin with a dull, heavy thud.

Across the northern and southern flanks of the three-league basin, the last of the twelve Grade 6 and Grade 7 Demon Beast commanders fell lifeless to the seabed as Su Binglan’s Grand Yin Ice Flame and Mu Lianhua’s Azure Sky Heart Phoenix Flame swept through the remaining pockets of the fifty thousand armored crabs.

Within half an hour, the Dead-Kelp Basin grew deathly still.

Floating in the center of the silent battlefield, Wang Jian looked down at the fist-sized, heavy Grade 8 Demon Core humming inside his left hand. The spherical core shone like a miniature golden sun etched with natural deep-earth mountain patterns, containing eight hundred years of pure, uncorrupted Grade 8 metallic and water essence.

With a flick of his right wrist, Wang Jian shook the golden-blue blood from his unblemished hand—the shallow scrapes on his wrist from the broken shell already vanishing under a faint green shimmer of Verdant Eternal Spring Essence—and sealed the Grade 8 Demon Core inside a lead-lined Profound Frost-Jade box.

”Lower the flagship to the basin floor,” Wang Jian transmitted up toward the northern cliff rim. ”Ruyan, Chen Ying—bring the harvesting vats down immediately. We have six hours to strip the high-grade materials before we erase the battlefield.”

”Yes, Master!”

Three minutes later, the massive dark hull of the lead Abyssal Stealth Galleon glided down from the northern precipice, settling ten feet above the black silt beside the ten-foot corpse of Iron-Pincer Demon King.

Liu Ruyan and Chen Ying swam out from the lower cargo hatch alongside twenty mute Profound Iron Dao Soldiers carrying cold-jade skinning knives, two-handed saws forged from Abyssal Star-Iron, and twelve fifty-gallon jade vats lined with blood-preserving runes.

In the cultivation world, a freshly slain Grade 8 Demon King was a walking mountain of priceless treasures—yet if left in cold seawater for more than half a day after death, forty percent of the spiritual vitality in its blood and marrow would leak out through its severed meridians and turn to stone.

”Move quickly!” Mu Lianhua directed, hovering beside the fallen Demon King as she used a controlled thread of her blue phoenix fire to keep the carcass warm so the golden-blue blood would not coagulate inside the veins. ”Ruyan, insert the twelve hollow silver drainage needles into the main carotid and femoral vessels first—do not spill a single drop of the Grade 8 King-Blood into the silt!”

Liu Ruyan nodded, her face serious and focused on her craft as she drove twelve rune-etched silver needles into the soft joints beneath Iron-Pincer Demon King’s neck and legs. Attached to the needles were flexible tubes of cured sea-serpent gut that siphoned the hot, glowing golden-blue blood directly into three fifty-gallon jade vats. Even through the sealed jade walls, the rich, metallic vitality of the Grade 8 blood made the surrounding water hum.

Once the thirty gallons of pure Grade 8 King-Blood were drained and sealed with red wax, Wang Jian stepped forward with Chen Ying and Su Binglan to dismantle the indestructible Grade 8 Golden Carapace.

Ordinary Magic Tool blades could not even scratch the dark-gold shell. Using the broken half of Blood’s Thirst infused with his Nascent Soul Stellar Demonic Qi, Wang Jian sliced precisely along the natural gray cartilage seams under the Demon King’s armpits, waist, and neck, while Su Binglan used threads of absolute-zero frost to brittle the connective tendons.

Piece by piece, they pried off the intact dorsal shell plate—a single curved slab of three-inch-thick dark-gold chitin measuring six feet tall and five feet wide—along with the two unbroken leg greaves, the left intact eight-thousand-catty Deep-Gold Pincer Halberd, and the two shattered halves of the right pincer-halberd.

Meanwhile, across the basin floor, Shen Mengqi, Lin Wanyue, Shangguan Wan’er, Hua Yimei, and Bing Yun directed the Dao Soldiers in harvesting the twelve slain commanders: extracting three Grade 7 Iron-Claw Sea Scorpion Cores, nine Grade 6 Demon Cores, twenty-four bundles of tough Grade 7 scorpion sinew, and three hundred intact shells from the largest Grade 5 armored crabs.

As for the remaining forty-nine thousand lower-grade crab carcasses littering the three-league bowl, Wang Jian had no intention of hauling low-grade meat back to Abyssal Pearl City or leaving evidence of a human ambush.

Once all Grade 5 through Grade 8 treasures were loaded into the cargo hold of the stealth galleons, Mu Lianhua and Lin Wanyue swept across the basin floor together, combining the Azure Sky Heart Phoenix Flame and the Crimson Sun-Marrow Flame to incinerate every human weapon mark and melt the basalt craters smooth. Then, Wang Jian retrieved the forty-eight Profound Iron Array Anchors and cracked open three natural sulfur-and-acid pockets along the western cliff wall, triggering a massive underwater mudslide that buried the lower-grade crab remains beneath twenty feet of volcanic silt—making it look as though the crab column had been swallowed by a natural seabed trench collapse!

By nightfall of the sixth day, the three Abyssal Stealth Galleons pulled out of the collapsed Dead-Kelp Basin and began a slow, twenty-four-day submerged circuit through the deep western trenches before returning to the outer islands of Abyssal Pearl City—completing the one-month operation window Wang Jian had given Yue Lingshan.

Inside the cargo vault of the flagship, the spoils of the Dead-Kelp Basin sat neatly cataloged under Shangguan Wan’er’s supervision: one Early Grade 8 Demon Core, one intact suit of Grade 8 Golden Carapace plates, sixteen thousand catties of Grade 8 pincer-halberd gold, thirty gallons of Grade 8 King-Blood, and twelve Grade 6 and Grade 7 Demon Cores.

Yet inside the master pleasure hall at the stern of the flagship, a far hotter fire was burning.

Fighting a life-or-death close-quarters clash against a Grade 8 Demon King—and ripping the beast’s heart out with his bare hands—had stirred the violent bloodlust of Wang Jian’s Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture and his Heavenly Yang Divine Physique to an unprecedented peak.

Even more intoxicated were the women who had watched the battle from the basin cliffs.

For female cultivators who worshiped strength above all else, watching Wang Jian tank sixteen thousand catties of Grade 8 halberd force without budging an inch, teleport behind a Nascent Soul overlord, and tear open a three-inch golden carapace with his bare fingers had flooded their minds with a primal, overwhelming worship that left their thighs dripping long before they even boarded the ship.

The moment the triple-layered soundproofing doors of the master stateroom locked shut, Wang Jian did not even reach the central divan before eight pairs of soft, trembling hands tore the blood-stained black robes and boots straight off his muscular frame!

”Master...!”

Su Binglan and Mu Lianhua—the two Early-Stage Nascent Soul Grandmasters who had fought beside him in the basin—dropped to their knees on the thick white snow-bear carpet right inside the doorway.

Neither woman had bothered changing into elaborate court gowns tonight; in their feverish haste to serve the conquering sovereign, they had simply ripped their own damp battle-robes halfway open! Su Binglan’s translucent glacial-silk bodice hung shredded around her waist, her massive, snow-white breasts heaving wildly in the warm cabin air as she pressed her flushed cheek against Wang Jian’s hard, muscular abdomen. Beside her, Mu Lianhua had pulled her crimson alchemical robe down over her wide hips, leaning in to wrap both of her warm, soft hands around Wang Jian’s thick, rock-hard shaft—which stood jutting upward, swollen to its absolute maximum size and throbbing with hot, golden-violet veins from the stimulation of the Grade 8 battle!

”When you punched straight through that Grade 8 Demon King’s golden chest plate with your bare hand, Master...” Mu Lianhua gasped, her mature eyes glazed with raw, animalistic lust as she pressed her parted red lips over the scorching purple crown of his manhood, sucking hard before letting her wet tongue slide down the pulsing underside toward his heavy sac. ”My Nascent Soul inside my Dantian started trembling so hard I nearly lost control of my cauldron! Feel how hot my mouth is for you!”

”Lianhua wasn’t the only one,” Su Binglan breathed shamelessly, the proud former Palace Mistress lifting her massive, cool left breast with both hands to press her stiff dark-rose nipple directly against the side of Wang Jian’s shaft while Mu Lianhua sucked the tip. ”Master, standing on that northern cliff watching you shatter an eight-thousand-catty Grade 8 halberd in one strike made my Glacial Yin soak all the way down to my ankles! Look at Mengqi and Wanyue behind us—they started stripping off their armor before the airlock doors even finished draining!”

Wang Jian looked over the bowed heads of the two Nascent Soul beauties kneeling at his groin.

Across the wide, fur-covered floor of the stateroom, Shen Mengqi, Lin Wanyue, Shangguan Wan’er, Elder Bing Yun, and the mother-and-daughter duo Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er had already stripped out of their wet outer battle cloaks, wearing only the sheer, clinging silk under-slips and stockings they had worn beneath their armor.

Shen Mengqi—still holding her Gale-Severing Frostblade scabbard in one hand—walked forward on unsteady legs, her sheer white silk under-slip clinging transparently to her full, porcelain breasts and the dark crimson slave rune below her navel. Her eyes were shining with a feverish, almost fanatical adoration as she dropped to her knees beside Wang Jian’s right hip, wrapping her arms around his muscular thigh and pressing her soft lips against the dried streak of golden-blue Grade 8 Demon King blood on his right forearm—licking the battle-salt from his skin like a devoted hound!

”My Master is invincible...” Shen Mengqi whispered breathlessly against his muscular forearm, rubbing her bare, stiff nipples back and forth against the side of his hip while her wet core left a glistening damp spot on the white fur carpet beneath her knees. ”A Grade 8 Demon King that could wipe out ten Silver Gale Sects couldn’t even last a quarter-hour against your bare hands... Please, Master, use those same hands that tore open that monster’s shell to ruin my body tonight!”

”And ours too, Master!” Hua Ling’er cried out from the edge of the wide velvet divan, where she and her mother Hua Yimei were already tangled together on the cushions.

Having plucked the Crimson Phoenix Zither side by side during the slaughter in the basin, the mother-and-daughter duo were still wearing their matching sheer crimson performance under-bodices—which had been sliced open across the chest by Wang Jian earlier that morning so their four massive, heavy breasts and gold-pierced nipples hung completely bare and glistening with sweat. Hua Yimei lay back against the velvet pillows with her wide, mature knees spread open, while her daughter Hua Ling’er knelt between her mother’s thighs, rubbing her own soaking wet core directly against her mother’s dripping labia in a shameless display to draw Wang Jian’s eyes!

”Look at how wet Ling’er and I got watching you fight from the western ledge, Master!” Hua Yimei purred huskily, reaching down to slap her own daughter’s plump, round backside while sliding two fingers between their joined cores to show Wang Jian the thick strings of clear nectar coating their skin. ”Every time the shockwave of your saber shook the cliff rock under our knees, Ling’er moaned right over the zither strings! Come over here and pin both of us down before Binglan and Lianhua swallow all your vitality!”

Wang Jian let out a deep, rumbling laugh, the wild, conquering heat in his chest surging into a roaring flame.

He did not push Su Binglan or Mu Lianhua away; instead, tangling both large hands in the silver-blue and raven hair of the two Early-Stage Nascent Soul Grandmasters, he walked forward across the fur carpet toward the central divan—forcing the two supreme female sovereigns of the sea domain to crawl on their hands and knees while keeping his thick shaft buried in their alternating mouths—before he pulled free with a wet pop right at the edge of the divan!

”Binglan, Lianhua, Mengqi—get up on the divan on your hands and knees, shoulders pressed together,” Wang Jian commanded, his voice rough and absolute as he slapped Su Binglan’s round, alabaster backside. ”Yimei, Ling’er—climb on top of their backs facing me. Wanyue, Wan’er, Bing Yun—get underneath and around my legs!”

”Yes, Master!”

With eager, breathless whimpers, the eight powerhouse beauties arranged themselves into a towering, decadent throne of naked, writhing flesh across the massive velvet divan.

On the bottom layer, Su Binglan, Mu Lianhua, and Shen Mengqi—two Early-Stage Nascent Soul Grandmasters and one Peak Late-Stage Core Formation Sword Fairy—knelt side by side on their hands and knees, arching their spines downward so their three pairs of wide, curvy, alabaster buttocks rose side by side in a breathtaking row, their soaking wet cores glistening pink and open right at waist height!

Directly atop the broad, sweaty backs of the three kneeling women climbed Hua Yimei and her daughter Hua Ling’er—spreading their knees across the shoulders of Su Binglan and Mu Lianhua so they could lean forward and press all four of their massive, gold-pierced breasts directly against Wang Jian’s bare chest and face!

Meanwhile, City Lord Lin Wanyue, Commercial Queen Shangguan Wan’er, and the silver-haired High Elder Bing Yun squeezed in on the carpet and cushions around Wang Jian’s flanks, their hands stroking his muscular thighs and buttocks while their mouths kissed every inch of his torso.

Wang Jian stepped up to the center of the three upturned backsides. Gripping Su Binglan’s wide, cool left hip with his left hand and Shen Mengqi’s porcelain right hip with his right hand, he lined his thick, scorching manhood up with Mu Lianhua’s fiery Nascent Soul core in the middle first—and drove his hips forward to the hilt in a single, earth-shaking thrust!

”AAAAAH! MASTER!” Mu Lianhua screamed into the velvet cushions, her entire voluptuous body shuddering beneath the weight of Hua Yimei above her as Wang Jian’s Nascent-Soul-empowered rod stretched her scorching inner walls to their absolute limit!

Wang Jian did not hold back a single ounce of the ferocious physical power that had just slain a Grade 8 Demon King.

Bracing his boots on the deck, he hammered his pelvis into Mu Lianhua’s juicy backside with brutal, rapid-fire momentum—SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!—shaking the entire three-woman foundation beneath him so violently that Su Binglan, Mu Lianhua, and Shen Mengqi’s six massive breasts swung back and forth like pendulums beneath their chests!

At the same time, leaning forward into the four massive, bouncing breasts of Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er pressed against his chest, Wang Jian clamped his mouth onto Hua Ling’er’s stiff, gold-pierced nipple, biting and sucking hard on the soft flesh while his large hands mauled Hua Yimei’s heavy breasts right beside her daughter’s!

”Hnnngh—! Master, your hands are so rough!” Hua Yimei moaned loudly, grinding her soaking wet core down against the back of Mu Lianhua’s neck as every savage thrust of Wang Jian’s hips jolted through both women’s bodies. ”Ling’er, push your breasts harder against Master’s mouth! Look down below us—Sister Lianhua is already squirting around Master’s base!”

After thirty bone-rattling strokes into Mu Lianhua’s fiery passage, Wang Jian wrenched his glistening, pulsing shaft out of the alchemist’s spasming core and immediately slammed straight to the hilt inside Su Binglan’s freezing, tight Nascent Soul passage on the left!

”EEEYAAAH!” Su Binglan’s icy composure shattered completely as she clawed at the silk sheets, her Pure Glacial Yin rushing out like a broken dam to wrap around Wang Jian’s scorching rod while he pounded her round, alabaster buttocks until they turned bright pink from the impact of his hips!

From Su Binglan on the left, Wang Jian pulled out after another twenty savage thrusts and plunged straight across to the right—burying himself balls-deep inside Shen Mengqi’s weeping Nine-Turn Profound Yin core!

”YES! MASTER! BREED YOUR SWORD FAIRY!” Shen Mengqi sobbed, arching her back hard against his pelvis, looking over her bare shoulder with tear-streaked, worshipful eyes as Wang Jian grabbed a fistful of her raven hair and hammered into her deepest spot, making her scream louder than both Nascent Soul Grandmasters beside her!

For the entire twenty-four-day submerged return voyage through the deep trenches, the master pleasure hall of the Abyssal Stealth Galleon remained an unending paradise of carnal conquest.

Driven by the vitality of his newly consolidated Initial Stage Nascent Soul Realm, Wang Jian rotated relentlessly through all eight women—switching from the row of Su Binglan, Mu Lianhua, and Shen Mengqi to pull the mother-and-daughter duo Hua Yimei and Hua Ling’er down onto their backs, pinning all four of their curvy legs over his shoulders at once to pound mother and daughter in alternating five-stroke bursts while City Lord Lin Wanyue, Commercial Queen Shangguan Wan’er, and High Elder Bing Yun rode his face and nursed on his seed until not a single woman could stand upright without trembling.

On the thirtieth night of the month, the three Abyssal Stealth Galleons slipped silently through the deep-sea rock tunnel beneath the third outer island of Abyssal Pearl City, surfacing inside the hidden underground dry dock adjacent to the Volcanic Smelting Cavern.

Above ground at the main city harbor twelve miles away, Yue Lingshan had just finished supervising the reconstruction of the three stone breakwater jetties damaged during the staged Grade 6 wyrm battle—receiving warm congratulations from the foreign merchant guilds who remained completely convinced that Abyssal Pearl City was merely a well-defended Core Formation port.

Meanwhile, three thousand feet beneath the third outer island, twenty Profound Iron Dao Soldiers marched down the heavy spirit-wood ramps of the flagship, hauling the massive, six-foot slab of Grade 8 Golden Carapace, the sixteen thousand catties of Deep-Gold Pincer Halberd metal, the thirty gallons of Grade 8 King-Blood, and the twelve Grade 6 and Grade 7 Demon Cores onto the meteorite anvil of the volcanic forge.

Standing before the bubbling magma pools in his fresh black robes, Wang Jian held the lead-lined Profound Frost-Jade box containing the pulsing Early Grade 8 Demon Core in his left hand, while his right hand drew the chipped, broken blade of his saber Blood’s Thirst from its scabbard.

Behind him stood Mu Lianhua, Su Binglan, Liu Ruyan, and Shangguan Wan’er—their skin glowing with radiant, freshly nourished beauty and their eyes fixed upon their sovereign.

”The Grade 8 materials are in place,” Wang Jian said, his calm voice echoing across the sweltering obsidian cavern as he tossed the broken blade of Blood’s Thirst and the sixteen-thousand-catty Deep-Gold Pincer Halberds onto the central meteorite anvil. ”Lianhua, ignite the Azure Sky Heart Phoenix Flame. Ruyan, prepare the thirty gallons of Grade 8 King-Blood to refine the Scarlet Beast-Marrow Body Oil. For the next eight months, we seal this forge—and when we step out, both my blade and my court will carry the armor of a Grade 8 Demon King.”