Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 1006: The Blindfolded Fairy

The sprawling, heavily fortified metropolis of Abyssal Pearl City was a bustling nexus of immense wealth, cutthroat mercantile politics, and chaotic martial skirmishes. Situated on the affluent eastern shores of Sea-Moon Island, the city was a jewel under the direct, overarching jurisdiction of the Myriad Ocean Palace. High above the chaotic streets, hidden away in the most exclusive, heavily warded residential tier of the city, stood a lavish, sprawling estate that belonged to the Golden Tide Consortium.

This specific property, an architectural marvel of white jade and polished profound-sea timber, was a highly restricted safe house that Shangguan Wan’er had secretly acquired decades ago under a flawless proxy identity. Because it was completely disconnected from the main branch ledgers currently overseen by her arrogant cousin Shangguan Li, it provided the absolute perfect, untraceable sanctuary for Wang Jian and his three breathtaking, mature companions.

Inside the estate’s most opulent, sun-drenched master pavilion, the atmosphere was a picture of extreme, decadent luxury and absolute, unadulterated comfort.

Wang Jian lounged effortlessly on a massive, curved divan covered in plush, silver-threaded spirit-silk cushions. Over the past five years of relentless, resource-heavy cultivation and the continuous, potent dual cultivation with the thousands of captured beauties from the Ice Heart Palace back at his hidden island, his power had surged dramatically. He no longer hovered at the mid-level; he had successfully, firmly established his foundation at the absolute Peak of the Late Stage of the Core Formation Realm. His dark, muscular physique radiated a deep, terrifyingly dense vitality that made the air around him hum with suppressed power.

He was currently enjoying the unparalleled, devoted pampering of three women who possessed the strength of Half-Step Nascent Soul experts, yet eagerly performed the duties of common, slutty maids for his sole pleasure.

Shangguan Wan’er, Hua Yimei, and Mu Lianhua were dressed in incredibly elegant, highly expensive traditional cultivation robes that they had worn to infiltrate the city. However, within the absolute privacy of this warded pavilion, they had heavily modified their attire to suit their master’s perverted tastes. The sashes of their robes were completely undone, the fine layers of silk pushed off their shoulders to explicitly expose the massive, incredibly soft, and heavy globes of their bare breasts to the warm, fragrant air of the room.

"Master, try this one. It is a Lunar-Dew Grape, imported directly from the inner sanctums," Shangguan Wan’er murmured softly, her voice dripping with profound, honeyed devotion.

She knelt gracefully on the cushions right beside his hip. Her emerald green silk robes pooled around her waist, completely freeing her incredibly sexy, curvaceous, and plump hourglass figure. She picked up a glowing, translucent purple grape from a jade platter. Instead of feeding it directly to him, she placed the plump, chilled fruit directly into the deep, mesmerizing canyon of her massive, bare cleavage. She pressed her incredibly soft, heavy breasts together, securely trapping the spiritual fruit between her abundant flesh.

She leaned over Wang Jian’s torso, her beautiful, aristocratic face flushed with a deep, masochistic heat as she offered her chest to his mouth. "Eat it from your humble servant, Master."

Wang Jian chuckled, a dark, vibrating rumble of deep satisfaction. He lifted his head slightly, opening his mouth to playfully bite down on the spiritual fruit trapped in her cleavage. As he pulled the grape from her skin, his tongue deliberately, wetly lashed across the inner slopes of her massive breasts, capturing a drop of the fruit’s sweet juice that had spilled onto her very fair skin.

"Delicious, Wan’er," Wang Jian praised, chewing the burst of pure, refreshing spiritual energy. He reached his large, calloused hand up, aggressively grabbing the heavy, soft flesh of her left breast. He squeezed the massive globe with bruising, possessive strength, his thumb roughly flicking her tight pink nipple. "But not nearly as sweet as you."

Shangguan Wan’er let out a sharp, breathless moan, her pale blue eyes fluttering shut as her body trembled under his dominating touch. She melted against his side, perfectly content to be his living, breathing fruit platter.

On his left, Hua Yimei was positioned behind him. The mature, former Sect Leader was using her incredibly soft, highly skilled hands to deeply massage his broad, muscular shoulders. Her regal crimson robes hung loosely around her elbows, allowing her massive, incredibly bouncy breasts to repeatedly, heavily brush against the back of his neck and his dark obsidian hair with every rhythmic movement of her massage.

"The tension in your shoulders is melting perfectly, Master," Hua Yimei purred, her mature voice a sultry whisper against his ear. She intentionally leaned her weight forward, pressing the heavy gold rings pierced through her nipples directly against his skin. "Should I move my hands lower to ease the rest of your magnificent body?"

"In a moment, Yimei," Wang Jian replied, casually reaching his left hand up to stroke her thick, curvaceous hip, tracing the line of her bare thigh exposed by the parted crimson silk.

At his feet, Mu Lianhua knelt in her flowing, pale azure robes. The stunning master alchemist had completely discarded the top half of her garments, letting the silk pool at her waist. She offered her incredibly soft, massive breasts and her warm, inviting lap as a footrest for his powerful legs. She was meticulously, affectionately rubbing a soothing, fragrant spiritual oil into his calves, her beautiful face a picture of absolute, fanatic devotion.

Despite the overwhelming, deeply erotic pampering and the sheer, staggering beauty of the three voluptuous women surrounding him, Wang Jian’s brilliant, highly calculating mind was actively whirring with intricate plots and strategic maneuvers.

They had come to Abyssal Pearl City with a very specific, monumental goal: to acquire the necessary resources, artifacts, or profound methods required to help these three Half-Step Nascent Soul beauties safely pass the dreaded Heart Demon Tribulation and officially ascend to the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, Wang Jian was not a foolish, impatient brute who would simply kick down the doors of the local auction houses or aggressively demand an audience with the highest authorities. He knew that items capable of guarding the soul during a heavenly tribulation were considered absolute, foundational sect treasures. Demanding them openly would instantly expose their immense wealth and their critical vulnerability, painting a massive target on their backs for every greedy, opportunistic elder in the city.

Furthermore, he had absolutely no intention of immediately initiating contact with Island Lord Hai Kuo.

From the preliminary intelligence gathered by his embedded spy, Bai Xue, the Island Lord was a powerful, highly paranoid expert at the Peak of the Late Stage of the Core Formation Realm who was desperately seeking his own breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage. If Wang Jian approached him now, the Island Lord would view them either as bitter rivals competing for the exact same limited resources, or as suspicious threats to be eliminated. To negotiate with a paranoid ruler, one had to possess unparalleled leverage or an offering they simply could not refuse.

For now, Wang Jian was far more interested in investigating the massive, chaotic ripple effect caused by the individual named Ye Fan.

Wang Jian leaned back against Hua Yimei’s massive, soft breasts, enjoying the pillowy cushion of her flesh against his head. "Wan’er, tell me the exact results of the information gathering. Have your invisible ledgers yielded anything useful regarding the current state of the city?"

Over the past three days, Wang Jian had not merely confined himself to this luxurious mansion. He had actively, quietly walked the bustling, neon-lit streets of Abyssal Pearl City, projecting the entirely unremarkable, unthreatening aura of a wealthy, traveling scholar. He did not ask direct questions in taverns, nor did he bribe loud, unreliable informants.

Instead, he utilized incredibly subtle, highly sophisticated methods of espionage that were practically undetectable in this cultivation world.

He had deployed hundreds of Shadow-Echo Moths—microscopic, semi-ethereal spiritual constructs forged from his Demonic Qi that resembled tiny dust motes. He had casually released them in the most affluent teahouses, the high-end pill pavilions, and the waiting rooms of the Crimson Tide Guild and the Silver Gale Sect. These moths did not transmit sound in real-time, which would have triggered defensive arrays. Instead, they passively absorbed the vibrational frequencies of conversations, returned to him in the dead of night, and deposited the recorded audio directly into his spiritual sea.

Simultaneously, Shangguan Wan’er had tapped into the deep, underlying metadata of the local Golden Tide Consortium branch’s financial ledgers. She didn’t access the heavily guarded main vault records; she simply analyzed the subtle, public fluctuations in the market. She tracked the sudden, massive spikes in the purchasing of healing herbs, the movement of mercenary contracts, and the subtle shifts in the pricing of defensive array components.

"Master," Shangguan Wan’er began, sitting up slightly, her massive breasts swaying heavily. She adopted her sharp, professional mercantile tone, which contrasted beautifully with her bare, slutty state. "My analysis of the market fluctuations confirms the intelligence we received. There are absolutely no high-tier auctions scheduled for the next six months. The local economy is entirely focused on hoarding combat resources. The tension between the Crimson Tide Guild and the Silver Gale Sect has completely stalled the luxury trade."

"And the Heart Demon artifacts?" Wang Jian prompted, running his hand down her smooth back.

"Nonexistent on the open or black markets, Master," Mu Lianhua chimed in from his feet, looking up at him with her large, devoted eyes. "I spent yesterday browsing the elite apothecary districts under my disguise. Every single spiritual incense, soul-calming elixir, or mind-clearing jade has been quietly, aggressively bought out in bulk by proxies working for the Island Lord’s estate. He is hoarding every possible resource that could even marginally aid his own impending tribulation. He will not sell them, nor will he trade them."

"As expected," Wang Jian nodded slowly. "Hai Kuo is a bottlenecked dragon hoarding every scrap of meat. We will deal with him eventually. But first, what have the Echo Moths brought me regarding this Ye Fan and the ancient ruin?"

Hua Yimei leaned over, her heavy breasts resting on his shoulders as she spoke. "The recordings from the Crimson Tide Guild are filled with absolute, bloody fury, Master. The elder who was slain, Elder Mo, was apparently exploring the newly unearthed, deep-sea abyssal ruin alongside several disciples. The ruin was confirmed to be the ancient, sealed cavern of a powerful, long-dead Late-Stage Nascent Soul Realm expert known as the ’Abyssal Zephyr Lord’."

"A Late-Stage Nascent Soul cavern," Wang Jian mused, his eyes glinting. "That is a treasury that could rival the Ice Heart Palace’s foundations. How did a mere Foundation Establishment disciple like Ye Fan manage to secure the core treasures?"

"That remains a mystery that is driving the city mad, Master," Shangguan Wan’er explained. "The rumors claim that Ye Fan somehow managed to completely bypass the deadly, primary inheritance trials of the cavern that had entirely stalled Elder Mo. He reached the central burial chamber first, acquired the complete spatial ring containing all the treasures of the Zephyr Lord, and when Elder Mo cornered him, Ye Fan utilized a terrifying, previously unknown burst of power to instantly incinerate the elder’s core."

Wang Jian smiled internally. ’A classic, quintessential protagonist maneuver,’ he thought with deep, villainous amusement. ’He bypassed the trials because he probably had an ancient grandpa spirit in a ring, or a magical map, or simply the absolute, blinding karmic luck of the heavens pushing him forward. He killed a superior opponent by suddenly breaking through in the middle of battle or unleashing a forbidden artifact he found five minutes prior. How utterly predictable. And how incredibly profitable for me.’

"But he did not escape cleanly," Wang Jian noted, recalling the intelligence. "He is currently on the run."

"Yes, Master," Hua Yimei confirmed, her fingers continuing to knead his shoulders. "And this is where the political situation becomes incredibly fascinating. When Ye Fan fled the ruin and returned to the city, the Crimson Tide Guild demanded his immediate execution and the surrender of the Nascent Soul treasures to compensate for the murder of their elder."

"Naturally, the Silver Gale Sect refused," Wang Jian guessed.

"Actually, Master, they did not," Shangguan Wan’er corrected him, a hint of disdain for the sect’s cowardice in her voice. "The Patriarch of the Silver Gale Sect, fearing a full-scale, devastating war with the slightly more powerful Crimson Tide Guild, and incredibly greedy for the treasures himself, immediately ordered the sect guards to arrest Ye Fan and confiscate his spatial ring to ’appease’ their rivals."

"Ah, the classic betrayal by the righteous sect," Wang Jian chuckled, plucking another grape and eating it. "So how did he escape the entire might of his own faction?"

"He was saved by his master," Mu Lianhua reported softly, her hands smoothing the oil over his muscular calves.

"His nominal master," Hua Yimei clarified, her tone filled with a mix of professional respect and genuine curiosity. "Her name is Shen Mengqi. She is a woman of immense renown in this city, often referred to as the ’Fairy of the Silver Gale’. She is a supreme elder of their sect, currently standing at the absolute Peak of the Late Stage of the Core Formation Realm, matching your own public cultivation, Master."

"Shen Mengqi," Wang Jian repeated the name, the syllables rolling smoothly off his tongue. He found his interest entirely, abruptly shifting away from the lucky protagonist and focusing entirely on this mysterious, powerful master. "Tell me everything about her."

"She is an anomaly, Master," Shangguan Wan’er explained, her mercantile mind easily recalling the extensive dossiers she had compiled from the city’s gossip networks. "She is widely considered one of the most breathtaking, mature beauties in the entire Inner Sea Region. However, she is utterly unapproachable. She has absolutely no history of romantic entanglements, no Dao Companions, and she strictly isolates herself within her private pavilion. She is entirely dedicated to her profound martial arts."

"And her arts are terrifying," Hua Yimei added. "She does not practice the standard wind-blade techniques of the Silver Gale Sect. Her entire cultivation foundation is based on highly advanced, incredibly lethal illusions, soul-shattering charm arrays, and profound divine sense manipulation combined with ethereal wind maneuvers."

"When the Silver Gale Patriarch ordered Ye Fan’s arrest," Mu Lianhua continued the story, "Shen Mengqi completely defied the sect’s supreme authority. She stepped out of her isolation and physically shielded her disciple. She single-handedly fought against three senior elders and the Patriarch himself in the central courtyard."

"A Late Stage Core Formation expert holding off the leadership of an entire sect?" Wang Jian raised an eyebrow in genuine surprise.

"She utilized a legendary, forbidden technique known as the Phantom Wind Mirage Matrix," Hua Yimei explained, awe evident in her voice. "She didn’t overpower them with raw destructive force. She trapped the entire upper echelon of the Silver Gale Sect within a massive, suffocating labyrinth of highly realistic, divine-sense illusions. She twisted their perception of reality, making them attack phantoms and shadows for nearly ten minutes."

"It was a brilliant, highly sacrificial tactical maneuver," Shangguan Wan’er concluded. "She bought Ye Fan enough time to activate a high-tier, randomized spatial escape talisman he had undoubtedly looted from the Nascent Soul ruin. Ye Fan teleported far away into the unknown oceans, escaping with the entire treasury. There is absolutely no telling where he is currently hiding."

"And what of Shen Mengqi?" Wang Jian asked, his dark eyes narrowing with intense, predatory interest.

"Due to her overwhelming strength and the sheer, terrifying complexity of her illusion arts, neither the Silver Gale Sect nor the Crimson Tide Guild could easily subdue her without suffering catastrophic, unacceptable casualties to their own ranks," Hua Yimei replied. "Even Island Lord Hai Kuo hesitated to intervene directly, despite desperately wanting to capture her to interrogate her about Ye Fan’s treasures. If pushed into a corner, an illusion master of her caliber could potentially permanently cripple the spiritual seas of dozens of Core Formation experts before falling."

"So, she remains within the Silver Gale Sect?" Wang Jian asked.

"Yes, Master. They have placed her under heavily warded, strict house arrest within her own private boudoir, the Whispering Gale Pavilion," Shangguan Wan’er confirmed. "She is surrounded by sensory suppression arrays to prevent her from casting further illusions, waiting for the Island Lord to decide her ultimate fate."

Wang Jian fell into a deep, calculating silence. He reached his hands up, resting them casually on the massive, soft breasts of Hua Yimei hanging over his shoulders, his thumbs slowly, rhythmically rubbing her golden nipple rings.

’This Shen Mengqi... she cannot possibly be an ordinary woman,’ Wang Jian thought, his brilliant mind analyzing the narrative structure of the world he inhabited. ’A woman of unparalleled, mature beauty who remains entirely untouched by romance. She possesses heaven-defying combat power and highly specialized, incredibly rare illusion techniques that allow her to fight entire sects to a standstill. And most importantly, she willingly threw her entire prestigious life away, defying her own Patriarch, simply to protect a low-level, lucky disciple.’

He smiled, a dark, incredibly villainous smirk that made the three sluts surrounding him shiver with a mixture of fear and profound lust.

’She is exactly the type of woman who serves as the ultimate, tragic, beautiful mentor figure for a protagonist,’ Wang Jian deduced flawlessly. ’Perhaps she possesses a legendary, hidden bloodline. Perhaps she has a special, heaven-sent physique related to illusions. In any case, she is a prize of immense, staggering value.’

Wang Jian’s massive dick, which had been resting softly against his abdomen, began to harden instantly, swelling with thick, pulsing veins at the mere thought of conquering such a proud, powerful, and utterly untouched mature beauty.

"I have made my decision," Wang Jian declared, his voice a low, commanding rumble that echoed through the luxurious pavilion.

He sat up abruptly, forcing Hua Yimei to step back