Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 880: Buying Array Formations For Yue Lingshan

The first rays of dawn were a weak, apologetic light filtering into the depths of Wang Jian’s cave dwelling, painting the stone walls in shades of grey. But the sounds within were anything but gentle. A rhythmic, wet slapping echoed through the chamber, a primal cadence of flesh on flesh, punctuated by the sharp, stinging smack of a hand meeting supple skin.

Yue Lingshan lay sleeping peacefully on the large pile of beast furs, a soft, contented smile on her beautiful face, her body curled in the aftermath of a night of passionate, loving celebration. She was oblivious, lost in a dream of her bright future as a Foundation Establishment expert, a future intertwined with the man she loved.

Just a few feet away from her slumbering form, another scene of passion was reaching its brutal, desperate crescendo.

Chen Ying was on her hands and knees on the cold stone floor, her magnificent, voluptuous body displayed in a posture of utter submission. Her face, flushed a deep crimson and stained with a mixture of tears and sweat, was pressed against the stone. Her ridiculous, skimpy maid’s outfit was in tatters, barely clinging to her frame. Her incredibly plump, curvaceous buttocks, already reddened from his earlier attentions, were held high, jiggling with each powerful, driving thrust from the man behind her.

Wang Jian was fucking her. His movements were not the loving strokes he had given Yue Lingshan, but the relentless, punishing rhythm of a master claiming his property. His massive, erect dick pierced her tight, well-used pussy again and again, the sound of his crotch pounding against her buttocks a constant, wet smack.

”Nnngh... ah... Master... please...” Chen Ying moaned, her voice hoarse and broken from a night of endless, enforced pleasure. She hated him. She hated this, hated the degenerate woman he had turned her into. But her body, her treacherous, thoroughly broken body, was screaming with an ecstasy so profound it bordered on madness.

He ignored her pleas, his hand gripping her hip to steady her, his pace increasing. He drove into her with a final, savage burst of power, his hips a relentless piston. He emptied himself deep within her, a hot, copious flood that made her cry out, her voice a strangled sob of overwhelming release, her body convulsing around him.

He remained inside her for a long moment, his breathing heavy, his gaze cold and possessive as he looked down at her trembling, subjugated form. Then, he withdrew slowly, leaving her to collapse onto the stone floor, a beautiful, broken wreck.

He stood up, his expression unreadable. ”Get dressed,” he commanded, his voice devoid of the passion from moments before, now just flat and authoritative. ”Go back to your dwelling. Cultivate. I will visit you. Regularly.”

Chen Ying pushed herself up, her limbs shaking. She didn’t dare look at him. She fumbled in her storage ring, her hands trembling as she pulled out a fresh set of her standard, elegant inner sect robes. The contrast between her current state and the pristine robes was a fresh wave of humiliation.

As she dressed, he spoke again. ”You are my woman now, Chen Ying. Your body belongs to me, to satiate my lust whenever I desire it. In return,” he paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, ”I will help you become stronger. The techniques you acquired are profound, but your understanding is shallow. I will guide you. I will provide you with pellets your grandfather can only dream of. You will become more powerful than you ever imagined. But you will do so as my slave. That is our arrangement.”

She finished tying the sash of her robe, her movements stiff. She finally looked up at him, her beautiful eyes a chaotic storm of hatred, fear, and a dark, unwilling fascination. She had no choice. She knew that. He was offering her a gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless.

”I... understand,” she whispered, then turned and fled from his cave, a fallen phoenix returning to her lonely perch, her soul now irrevocably chained to the handsome demon who had broken her.

Wang Jian watched her go, a faint, cold smile on his lips. He then turned his gaze to the sleeping form of Yue Lingshan, and his expression softened instantly, the cold predator vanishing, replaced by the warm, affectionate lover. He lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms, and closed his eyes, feigning sleep.

An hour later, Yue Lingshan stirred, a soft, contented sigh escaping her lips. She snuggled closer to Wang Jian, her hand coming to rest on his hard chest. ”Good morning, Jian,” she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

”Good morning, my beautiful fairy,” he replied, his voice a warm, loving rumble. He kissed her deeply, a long, tender kiss that tasted of affection and shared joy.

They spent the morning together, their actions a stark, loving contrast to the brutal conquest of the night before. He made her a simple breakfast of roasted spirit-grain and sweet dew, a meal that tasted like the finest delicacy in the world to her. They talked, they laughed, and they made love again, this time with a slow, sensual tenderness that left Yue Lingshan feeling utterly cherished and adored.

”Jian,” she said later, as they lay tangled in the furs, her head resting on his chest, ”now that we are both in the Foundation Establishment realm, our power... it feels so different. So much stronger.”

”It is,” he agreed, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her smooth back. ”Our spiritual sense is broader, our Qi is denser, and we can now begin to truly master our spells and techniques. But this is still just the beginning. The path ahead is long.”

”With you, it doesn’t feel so daunting,” she confessed, her voice filled with a deep, unwavering faith in him.

”Good,” he said, kissing her forehead. ”Because today, we are going shopping.”

A few hours later, the two of them, now dressed in their newly commissioned, high-quality robes, were a striking sight in the bustling streets of Jade Dew Market. Wang Jian’s robes were a deep, dark grey, almost black, embroidered with subtle, silvery patterns that seemed to shift like starlight.

They accentuated his tall, powerful frame and his handsome, sharp features. Yue Lingshan was a vision in a flowing gown of the palest green, embroidered with delicate willow leaves. Her beauty, now that of a Foundation Establishment fairy, was even more breathtaking, drawing gasps of admiration and envy from every cultivator they passed.

Their first stop was the ’Iron Mountain Forge’, the establishment where Wang Jian had commissioned their new artifacts. The grizzled old forger, Master Tie, rushed out to greet them the moment they entered, his face a mixture of awe and reverence.

”Young Master Wang! Young Mistress!” he exclaimed, bowing deeply. ”Your commissions... they are complete! I have never, in my two centuries of forging, worked with such magnificent materials!”

He led them to a private, velvet-lined chamber. There, displayed on ornate stands, were their new treasures.

The flying artifact, crafted from the dusky, resilient scales of the Earthrender Serpent, was a sleek, sword-shaped platform about eight feet long, large enough for two. It was named the ’Serpent Scale Soarer’, and it radiated an aura of stability and speed that dwarfed their old Flying Leaves.

The suit of inner armor, fashioned from the crystalline hide of the Crystal-Horned Rhino, was a masterpiece. It was thin, flexible, and almost weightless, yet it hummed with an incredible defensive power. The ’Rhino Hide Bastion’, as Wang Jian had named it, would provide a crucial layer of protection beneath their robes.

The offensive bracers, the ’Ape Knuckle Crushers’, were brutal-looking implements of dark, polished bone and enchanted metal, designed to be worn over the fists, amplifying the power of a physical strike tenfold.

”Young Master,” Master Tie said, his voice trembling with pride, ”these are not mere low-grade artifacts. The materials... their inherent power... I was able to refine them to the absolute peak. These... these are all top-grade spirit artifacts! Almost touching the the peak of the artifacts for Foundation Establishment Realm artifacts!”

Wang Jian nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. He tested the artifacts, infusing his Qi. They responded instantly, humming with power, a perfect fit for their new realm. ”Excellent work, Master Tie. You have exceeded my expectations.”

He paid the remaining balance, adding a generous tip that made the old forger’s eyes widen even further.

Their next destination was the largest, most opulent shop in the market: the Jade Dew Treasure Pavilion. It was a multi-story building, its entrance guarded by stern-faced Qi Condensation Realm cultivators.

”I am here to acquire knowledge for my companion,” Wang Jian announced to the elegantly dressed female attendant who greeted them. ”Specifically, array formation manuals. The most advanced you have, up to and including the Core Formation level.”

The attendant, seeing their powerful auras and expensive robes, led them to a secluded, high-security floor. Here, jade slips containing profound knowledge were displayed behind protective arrays.

Yue Lingshan’s eyes went wide with wonder. There were manuals here she had only ever dreamed of. ’The Thousand Illusions Pagoda Array’, ’The Nine Palaces Earth-Locking Formation’, ’The Azure Sky Defensive Dome’.

Wang Jian didn’t haggle. He pointed to five of the most complex and powerful-looking manuals. ”We will take these.”

The price was astronomical, enough to bankrupt a minor cultivation clan. Wang Jian paid in a mix of high-grade spirit stones and a few of his top-grade Foundation Establishment Pills, which made the Pavilion’s manager, a shrewd-looking Foundation Establishment Realm expert, personally come out to greet them with a fawning, respectful attitude.

They spent the rest of the day exploring the market, a powerful, handsome couple turning heads wherever they went. Wang Jian bought Yue Lingshan a beautiful, spirit-infused hairpin that could release a defensive light shield. Yue Lingshan, in turn, bought him a finely crafted scabbard for his Glacial Bite, one that would passively nourish the blade’s frosty Qi.

As they flew back to the sect on their new, silent, and incredibly fast Serpent Scale Soarer, Yue Lingshan leaned against him, her heart full. ”Jian, today was... perfect. I feel so great when they looked at us so respectfully and so... secure with you.”

”This is how it should be, Lingshan,” he said, his arm wrapped around her.

They returned to their cave dwellings, their minds buzzing with their new acquisitions and the vast potential that lay before them.

As Yue Lingshan entered her own cave to begin studying her new array manuals, Wang Jian stood alone for a moment, a cool, calculating look in his eyes. He had enjoyed the day with his princess, solidifying her devotion, empowering her, his most loyal and beautiful companion.

The next few weeks would be spent in deep cultivation, mastering their new techniques, refining their control over their Foundation Establishment powers.

But his mind was already drifting. He thought of the date, marked on his internal calendar. The Full Moon Festival. Less than three weeks away now.

His thoughts turned to a certain ethereal, green-robed fairy from the Crimson Pill Sect. He thought of her melodious voice, her serene temperament, and the thrilling memory of her shocked gasp when his hand had first touched her bare skin.

’Liu Ruyan,’ he thought, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips. ’Soon. Very soon.’

The foundations of his conquest were laid. Now, it was time to begin building his empire.