Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 1 Reincarnation
A twenty-five-year-old Beijing resident named Wang Jian held a prominent position as a core member within the Assembly of the Phantom.
His prospects in China were bright, bolstered by strong government ties. Regrettably, a global pandemic emerged, and Wang Jian was not spared from the lethal infection. Following a month-long struggle in the intensive care unit, he succumbed to the disease.
Death is a reality that every living thing naturally dreads. It is this very terror of the end that sharpens the survival instincts of all creatures.
The motivation behind this fear is straightforward: the mystery of the afterlife remains unsolved.
Does the soul simply vanish? Is it merged back into the cosmos, or is there a cycle of rebirth? Do beings face judgment in heaven or hell based on the karma they accumulated while alive?
Because the answers are hidden, the fear of the unknown makes death the ultimate terror for all living things.
Wang Jian was no exception to this dread. He exhausted every resource to cling to life, spending the bulk of his wealth on medical treatments. Sadly, these efforts only served to briefly postpone his unavoidable demise.
Even after passing away, however, Wang Jian felt a strange sense of unease.
He blinked his eyes open groarily, only to be met by a radiance so intense it felt blinding. He quickly squeezed his eyes shut again.
After waiting a few moments, he attempted to open them once more, moving very cautiously this time.
His sight soon acclimated to the luminous environment, allowing the world to come into focus.
Surveying his surroundings, Wang Jian found himself in a spacious chamber constructed from grey stone blocks and wooden beams. Despite the absence of modern cooling, the air inside felt pleasantly chilled.
A narrow window set into the ceiling provided the room's only source of natural light.
"Where on earth am I?" Wang Jian muttered to himself.
Suddenly, a violent ache throbbed in his skull. This intense pain brought with it a flood of strange, external memories.
Wang Jian was stunned as he was forced to witness these visions. It wasn't merely watching; he was experiencing the weight of these memories firsthand.
In a mere twenty seconds, two decades of a foreign life were etched into his mind.
'I’ve actually transmigrated! But what kind of mess is this?!' Wang Jian couldn't help but swear internally.
His agitation was justified given the circumstances.
The vessel he now inhabited was the seventh prince of the Everlasting Mystical Empire. Coincidentally, the youth shared his name—Wang Jian.
This Wang Jian was a remarkably handsome youth. His silver hair was a striking, rare feature that drew every eye, while his blue eyes shone with the clarity of the sea, reflecting a keen intellect. With a sharp jawline and a straight, noble nose, his physical appearance was truly exceptional. He carried a natural charisma, and his poised manner suggested a man of great inner grit and resolve.
In reality, however, this Wang Jian possessed almost no martial talent and was a notorious troublemaker in the capital. He had even gone so far as to insult the grand elders of two prestigious Sects.
Consequently, the Emperor had exiled Wang Jian to the distant frontiers of the Everlasting Mystical Empire.
Rather than reflecting on his actions, Wang Jian used his royal prestige to establish himself as a local tyrant. He engaged in numerous villainous acts: executing those who crossed him, forcing beautiful women into his bed, taking bribes, and seizing the property of the common folk.
The local military and various outlaws supported Wang Jian's reign, as they grew wealthy under his corrupt rule. They maintained a tight grip on the region, ensuring no one could escape to report his crimes to the Emperor.
Even if a few managed to slip through the net, Wang Jian’s mother would handle the situation back at the capital.
With no help arriving from the central government, the people had become resigned to Wang Jian’s oppressive rule.
A month prior, Wang Jian had spotted a stunning woman while patrolling the town and immediately commanded his guards to seize her.
A youth of about sixteen years had stepped forward to defend her. Though he lacked any Cultivation, his martial forms were remarkably precise.
However, a boy with no Cultivation could not hope to defeat three seasoned cultivators. Exhaustion eventually slowed him down, and he was beaten mercilessly.
Seeing the danger her friend was in, the beauty rushed to Wang Jian’s side, begging for the boy’s life. she vowed to do anything he asked in exchange for his safety.
A predatory grin spread across Wang Jian’s face at her plea. Tilting her chin up, he said, "Fine. If you serve as my maid, I will spare him. But you must sever all ties with him forever."
"...I understand," the girl whispered, her spirit broken.
Wang Jian departed with the girl in tow, but he didn't forget the boy. He secretly dispatched assassins to finish the youth off.
Oddly enough, the killers never came back.
When Wang Jian looked into the matter, he found that even the boy’s corpse had vanished.
He eventually stopped searching, his focus shifting entirely to the young beauty he had captured.
Her name was Su Xian.
Just as Wang Jian was about to take her by force, one of his advisors intervened. "Young Master, wait! This woman has an Innate Energy Vessel! This means whoever claims her can seize her entire Cultivation and talent. It would be a waste to take her now."
Wang Jian paused, intrigued. "...Explain yourself."
The advisor continued, "My Lord, it is better to force her to reach the Spirit Realm first. When you take her then, you can absorb everything. You could instantly reach the summit of the Spirit Realm or perhaps even break through into the Origin Realm."
Wang Jian found the plan brilliant. His own talent for Cultivation was mediocre, requiring massive amounts of wealth and top-tier techniques just to reach the Origin Realm.
Despite over a decade of effort, Wang Jian had barely managed to step into the Spirit Realm.
In contrast, his siblings had already attained the Origin Realm while consuming fewer resources than he did. Even those younger than him had surpassed his progress.
Because of this, he was viewed as the "trash" of the Everlasting Mystical Empire’s Royal Family, which was why the Emperor held him in such low regard.
He was fortunate that his mother remained one of the Emperor's favorite concubines, or his situation would be far grimmer.
Deciding to play the long game, Wang Jian delayed his advances on Su Xian.
Su Xian was subsequently forced to cultivate under constant surveillance, with three Origin Realm experts guarding her at all times.
A week ago, news surfaced regarding her childhood friend, Lin Feng. He had been spotted making alliances with the forest tribes in Wang Jian’s territory.
These tribal groups utilized hit-and-run tactics to pick off Wang Jian’s soldiers and were the only ones brave enough to defy his authority.
Lin Feng’s Cultivation had miraculously reached the Spirit Realm, and his fighting skills were said to rival those of an Origin Realm Cultivator.
His meteoric rise terrified Wang Jian and his followers, leading them to vow that Lin Feng must be eliminated at any cost.
However, their attempts on Lin Feng's life failed repeatedly, resulting in heavy casualties for Wang Jian's forces.
Now, while the original Wang Jian slept, a new soul had entered the vessel. The soul of the original prince tried to fight back, but it was inexplicably consumed in an instant.