Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 625 Infusing Sexy Angels With Law Of Love

Seizing the opportunity, Wang Jian stepped forward, his voice smooth as silk. ”Celestial Maiden,” he addressed her, his eyes gleaming with a strange light, ”evacuation will be difficult. Once they breach the barrier, the devils will show no mercy.”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing shot him a desperate look. ”What do you suggest?”

”I have a way to transport you all directly to the Astral Jade City,” Wang Jian declared, a hint of pride in his voice. ”However, it requires a significant amount of spiritual and divine energy.”

Celestial Maiden Yuqingʼs hope flared. ”My own reserves are at your disposal,” she offered readily.

”While your power is commendable, Celestial Maiden,” Wang Jian demurred, ”it wonʼt be enough. I require at least twenty Angels at the Divine Ascension Realm.”

Relief washed over Celestial Maiden Yuqing. Her race boasted over thirty such warriors. ”We can easily provide that,” she confirmed, her gaze sweeping over the gathered angels.

A chilling smile stretched across Wang Jianʼs face. ”However,” he continued, his voice low and serious, ”the process cannot be disrupted. Any resistance, even involuntary, could cause the spatial tunnels to collapse, stranding everyone.”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing nodded gravely. ”Of course, we understand. They will cooperate fully.”

Little did she know, Wang Jianʼs words held a hidden meaning. As the thirty most powerful angels, each a vision of ethereal beauty, gathered around him, a sinister glint flickered in his eyes.

As the thirty angels formed a circle around him, Wang Jian initiated the process. Threads of vibrant energy, shimmering with power, flowed from each angel towards him. Unbeknownst to them, however, a subtle undercurrent accompanied this exchange. It was the insidious tendrils of Wang Jianʼs Law of Love, weaving themselves into the fabric of their emotions.

Slowly, the air crackled with an otherworldly energy. Thousands of spatial tunnels, like shimmering threads connecting the two worlds, materialized across the celestial city. Celestial Maiden Yuqing gasped, awestruck by the sheer scale and complexity of the operation.

Meanwhile, Huang Zhi watched from afar, a knot of envy tight in his stomach. This display of raw power, this effortless manipulation of spatial energies, was beyond anything heʼd ever witnessed. It chipped away at his pride, his self-proclaimed claim to genius feeling decidedly fragile in the face of such an overwhelming display.

The angels, blissfully unaware of the darker motives at play, gazed at Wang Jian with a mixture of awe and… something more. The subtle influence of his Law of Love had instilled within them a deep, unyielding admiration for him.

They mistook this for the natural reaction one experiences in the face of such powerful abilities, completely oblivious to the puppeteer pulling their strings.

Celestial Maiden Yuqing, her heart overflowing with gratitude, bowed deeply to Wang Jian. ”Master Wang,” she said, her voice thick with emotion, ”you have saved my race. I am forever in your debt.”

A triumphant smirk played on Wang Jianʼs lips. This was only the beginning.

Wang Jian placed a gentle hand on Celestial Maiden Yuqingʼs shoulder, his voice radiating concern. ”This, Celestial Maiden,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, ”is merely the beginning of a fruitful partnership. Please, thereʼs no need for such formalities. It would make me feel like Iʼm exerting undue influence.”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing found herself touched by his words. He was a man of power, yet he carried himself with a humility that contrasted sharply with the arrogance sheʼd come to expect from those of his caliber.

”Now,” Wang Jian continued, his gaze sweeping across the thirty angels, ”let us waste no time. These tunnels wonʼt stay open indefinitely. Your safety lies within them, within the protective embrace of Astral Jade City.”

Just as the angels prepared to step through, a figure abruptly materialized before them. It was Huang Zhi, his face a stormy blend of emotions.

”Mother-in-law,” he began, his voice strained, ”are you truly leaving?”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing met his gaze with a frosty glare. ”Do you question my judgment, Huang Zhi? The Devil Race has attacked! Mercy is a luxury they have forfeited.”

Huang Zhi flinched but made no further protest. He knew his dissent would fall on deaf ears. His gaze then shifted, landing on a familiar figure among the gathered angels – Lu Rongʼer. His wife.

”Rongʼer,” he whispered, his voice thick with a desperate hope. ”Are you… leaving too?”

Lu Rongʼerʼs expression was a complex tapestry of emotions. ”Huang Zhi,” she began softly, ”I know you have always loved and respected me. And for that, I am eternally grateful.”

She paused, her voice catching in her throat. ”I understand your stance on peace. Itʼs something Iʼve always admired about you. However, as an Angel princess, my duty lies with my people in their time of need.”

Huang Zhiʼs heart sank. He hadnʼt expected even Lu Rongʼer to leave him. A choked sob escaped his lips. He turned to his mother-in-law, his voice barely a whisper. ”Please, Celestial Maiden, take care of her.”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing scoffed. ”Of course, I will, Huang Zhi. Sheʼs my daughter.”

With a final, defeated glance at Lu Rongʼer, Huang Zhi stepped aside, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Each departing figure through the spatial tunnels was a fresh cut to his already wounded soul.

The last figure to enter, Celestial Maiden Yuqing, gave him a final, disdainful look before vanishing herself.

He was left alone.

Across the vast distance, in Astral Jade City, a different scene unfolded.

They emerged into the dazzling cityscape of Astral Jade City, greeted by the bustling sounds of daily life.

Leaving the chaos of war behind, the Angel Race entered a haven of vibrant energy.

From here onwards, Wang Jian led them towards the Heavenly Jade Pavilionʼs Starry Expanse.

Heavenly Jade Pavilionʼs Starry Expanse was a breathtaking celestial expanse with shimmering sea of stars bathed in the ethereal glow of a nearby nebula.

Awaiting them was Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan, her jade robes shimmering with an otherworldly elegance. Behind her stood a retinue of her beautiful disciples, their faces a picture of controlled curiosity.

”Welcome, Celestial Maiden,” Cui Lan intoned, her voice a melodious chime. ”We are honored to offer you sanctuary in this time of need.”

Celestial Maiden Yuqing nodded curtly, her gaze scanning the vast expanse before her. ”Thank you, Pavilion Mistress. We appreciate your hospitality.”

With practiced efficiency, the members of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion set about integrating the influx of angels. A nearby desolate star, pulsating with an intense celestial aura, was identified as the perfect haven. Soon, the angels were settling into their temporary home, a hive of activity fueled by a mix of grief and determination.

Meanwhile, within a secluded meeting hall, Wang Jian, Celestial Maiden Yuqing, and Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan convened. The air crackled with a different kind of energy now – the energy of war planning.

”If you wish for immediate retribution, Celestial Maiden,” Cui Lan began, her voice firm, ”my forces stand ready to strike as you command.”

Celestial Maiden Yuqingʼs hand tightened around the armrest of her chair. Revenge was a burning ember within her. ”The urge to attack is strong,” she admitted, ”but I understand the need for strategy. Perhaps some time to regroup, to prepare our forces…”

A slow smile spread across Wang Jianʼs face. ”Seven days,” he interjected, his voice smooth and confident. ”Grant them seven days to acclimate and prepare, and the Devil Race will face the full fury of a celestial storm.”

The sheer certainty in his voice was impossible to ignore. Celestial Maiden Yuqing felt a spark of hope ignite.

Seven days felt bearable compared to the immediate gratification of a rash attack. With a nod, she sealed the deal. ”Very well, Master Wang. We shall wait seven days before unleashing our combined might upon the Devil Race.”

A glint of triumph flickered in Wang Jianʼs eyes, masked by a veneer of concern. ”Excellent,” he said, his voice dripping with calculated empathy. ”Every moment spent preparing is an advantage gained.”

The following days were a whirlwind of activity. The Angel Race, spurred by righteous fury and a deep sense of loss, poured their energy into preparing for war. Angelic blacksmiths hammered away at celestial metals, crafting gleaming weapons imbued with holy power. Talismans, shimmering with divine energy, were etched with intricate formations, each designed to unleash a devastating blast of celestial fury.

Meanwhile, within the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, a different kind of preparation unfolded. The pavilionʼs elite disciples, famed for their mastery of formations and arrays, meticulously planned a coordinated assault on the Devil Raceʼs star. Strategic points were identified, weaknesses exploited, and a symphony of devastation was meticulously orchestrated.

Throughout this time, Wang Jian played the role of a supportive ally. He offered guidance, shared his knowledge of the Devil Raceʼs tactics, and most importantly, subtly manipulated the emotions of the angels. Through seemingly innocuous conversations and carefully worded suggestions, he deepened their loyalty and instilled within them a fervent hatred for the Devil Race.

He ensured that the Celestial Maiden viewed him as a trusted advisor, a strategic genius who held the key to their victory. With every passing day, her dependence on him grew, further solidifying his position of influence.

One cloudless afternoon, Lu Rongʼer, still grappling with the emotional turmoil of leaving her husband behind, diligently practiced intricate swordsmanship. Wang Jian approached her, his gaze brimming with a hint of genuine admiration.

”Your skills are truly commendable, Princess Lu Rongʼer,” he remarked, his voice resonating with a subtle charm.