Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 1030: The Frost-Yin Transformation

The deep-earth Frost-Jade Meditation Chamber, carved flawlessly into the absolute bedrock of the second premium outer island, was completely isolated from the turbulent, salty gales of the Myriad Reefs Sea Region above. The chamber was a massive, circular vault, its walls lined with seamless blocks of ten-thousand-year profound frost-jade. Heavy, intricate formation lines were etched deeply into the icy stone, glowing with a faint, steady silver luminescence that completely sealed the space from any external spiritual probing.

The ambient temperature within the sealed vault was catastrophically low.

Sitting perfectly still in the far corner of the chamber was Su Binglan, the former Palace Mistress of the Ice Heart Palace. She wore a pristine, high-collared white silk dress that clung elegantly to her exceptionally curvy, mature figure. Her hands rested palm-up upon her knees, and hovering directly above her perfectly manicured fingers was the . The terrifying, crystalline fire burned without producing a single trace of smoke, actively devouring the ambient thermal energy in the room and plunging the environment to a state nearing absolute zero.

In the exact center of the chamber, resting upon a massive, raised slab of solid profound-ice, lay Shen Mengqi.

The Fairy of the Silver Gale was completely naked. Her incredibly thick, exceptionally voluptuous hourglass figure was fully exposed to the freezing air, her very fair skin covered in a light sheen of cold sweat that instantly crystallized into tiny, glittering diamonds of frost. Her massive, heavy breasts heaved with rapid, nervous breaths, her tight pink nipples fully erect and hardened against the biting cold. Her long, midnight-black hair was spread out across the icy slab like a dark halo.

Standing directly beside the profound-ice slab was Wang Jian. He wore his immaculate white scholarly robes, his dark, starlit eyes gazing down at her flawless, trembling body with absolute, calculating ownership.

The Crimson Tide Guild had formally capitulated. The Silver Gale Sect had been entirely eradicated. The inner metropolis of Abyssal Pearl City was completely pacified under the iron grip of City Lord Lin Wanyue. Wang Jian had secured the absolute foundation of his new empire.

Yet, he deliberately delayed his own ascension to the Nascent Soul Realm.

His foundation was flawless. His Dantian overflowed with incredibly dense Stellar Demonic Qi, and his physical vessel had been tempered to an indestructible state by devouring the ancient Dragon-Turtle. However, to achieve a truly heaven-defying, flawless soul condensation without falling victim to the terrifying Heart Demon Tribulation, his required a massive, continuous influx of pure primal Yin essence from a fully matured .

The problem lay entirely within Shen Mengqi’s internal pathways.

For over a century, she had practiced the righteous, ethereal wind arts of the Silver Gale Sect. Her major meridians and her Golden Core were heavily scored and coated with abrasive, cutting wind-qi. Her innate could not fully bloom, nor could it provide the absolute purity of Yin essence Wang Jian required, until her internal pathways were completely cleansed and realigned with an extreme Yin-attribute cultivation scripture.

"Your body is trembling, Mengqi," Wang Jian noted, his voice a low, heavy rumble that vibrated comfortably through the freezing air.

"The... the cold is piercing my skin, Master," Shen Mengqi whispered, her teeth chattering slightly. She looked up at him, her sapphire eyes wide with a mixture of profound fear and absolute, inescapable devotion. "My wind-qi is naturally repelling the ambient frost. It feels as though my meridians are engaged in a constant, tearing war with the environment."

"That war ends today," Wang Jian declared coldly. He reached out, his large, warm hand resting heavily upon her flat, toned stomach. The searing heat of his instantly melted the frost on her skin, sending a violent shiver of relief through her core. "You will abandon the pathetic, flawed legacy of the Silver Gale Sect. Today, you undergo the transition to the ."

Shen Mengqi swallowed hard, her heart pounding heavily against her ribs. "Master... to completely unweave a Golden Core at the Late Stage of Core Formation... the spiritual void will cause my meridians to collapse instantly. The structural shock alone could cripple my spiritual sea permanently."

"If you were attempting this reckless transition alone, your meridians would shatter into dust, and your internal organs would turn to bloody paste within ten breaths," Wang Jian agreed smoothly, his thumb slowly tracing the lower curve of her massive breast. "However, you are not alone. You belong entirely to me, and I do not permit my property to break."

"How... how will we prevent the collapse?" she asked, her breathing hitching as his fingers casually kneaded her soft flesh.

"I will apply the ancient ," Wang Jian explained, his tone shifting into a state of absolute, clinical precision. "I will not allow you to shatter your cultivation base recklessly. I will personally guide the unweaving process."

Wang Jian raised his left hand, holding up four exquisite, dark green gourds carved from ancient spirit-wood. "These are high-grade . As you manually unweave the structural layers of your Golden Core, you will vent the volatile wind-qi out through your major acupoints. These gourds will entirely absorb the abrasive energy, preventing it from violently expanding and tearing your flesh apart."

He placed the four gourds meticulously at the four cardinal points around her naked body upon the ice slab.

"But the structural void, Master," Su Binglan spoke from the corner of the room, her elegant voice carrying a heavy tone of genuine concern for her fellow subjugated sister. She maintained the flawlessly, but her eyes were fixed upon the profound-ice slab. "Even if the wind-qi is safely vented, the sudden absence of internal spiritual pressure will cause her major vascular channels to implode. The flesh requires the outward pressure of Qi to maintain its shape at the Core Formation stage."

"Your concern is noted, Binglan, but entirely misplaced," Wang Jian replied without looking at her. He turned his attention entirely back to Shen Mengqi.

"Your skeletal structure will not collapse," Wang Jian assured Shen Mengqi, leaning closer so his hot breath washed over her shivering face. "Do you remember the heavy orb of I forced you to absorb weeks ago? The profound metal essence currently fused deeply into your bone marrow will act as a massive, heavy physical anchor. It possesses the raw physical weight necessary to prevent your skeletal frame from imploding under the sudden void of internal Qi."

Shen Mengqi’s eyes widened slightly in realization. The excruciating, grueling process of absorbing the crushing metal essence had been agonizing, but it had fundamentally altered her physical resilience.

"And your soft tissues, your vascular channels, and the delicate inner walls of your meridians will be protected by my own foundation," Wang Jian continued.

He raised his right hand, extending his index and middle fingers. He fully opened the floodgates of his Wood attribute.

"I will channel my pure directly into your body," Wang Jian stated. "I will carefully coat the inner walls of your major meridians with my absolute life-force. It will act as a highly flexible, regenerative buffer to prevent any vascular ruptures as the abrasive wind-qi is dragged out."

"It will... it will map my entire internal structure?" Shen Mengqi whispered, her face flushing a deep, embarrassed crimson despite the freezing cold. The implication of his profound life-force touching every single microscopic inch of her internal pathways was incredibly intimate.

"Every single inch, Mengqi," Wang Jian confirmed, a dark, deeply possessive smile curving his lips. "You will feel my presence entirely within you, holding your life together while you tear your old foundation apart."

"I... I am ready, Master," Shen Mengqi breathed, closing her eyes and spreading her thick, curvy thighs slightly wider upon the ice slab, physically and psychologically surrendering herself entirely to his absolute control.

Wang Jian did not hesitate. He placed his right palm firmly against the center of her chest, directly over her heart.

He pushed the into her flesh.

The physical sensation was immediately overwhelming. Shen Mengqi gasped, her spine arching violently off the ice slab, her massive breasts thrusting upward. A brilliant, emerald-green light flared beneath her pale skin, the pure life-force rushing rapidly through her cardiovascular system.

It did not feel like a violent invasion; it felt like a heavy, warm, incredibly soothing liquid coating the inside of her veins. The actively bonded with the delicate inner tissues of her meridians, forming a highly resilient, regenerative, flexible barrier. She could distinctly feel the heavy, undeniable presence of Wang Jian’s profound vitality mapping the exact layout of her spiritual pathways.

"The buffer is established," Wang Jian commanded, his voice echoing loudly in the freezing chamber. "Begin the unweaving. Shatter the outer shell of your Golden Core."

Shen Mengqi gritted her teeth, her hands curling into tight fists upon the ice. She turned her internal focus directly toward her Dantian.

Her Golden Core hung in the center of her spiritual sea, radiating a pale blue, ethereal light. For over a hundred years, she had meticulously gathered and compressed pure wind-qi to form this solid, flawless foundation.

With a brutal exertion of will, she deliberately interrupted the natural, cyclical rotation of the core.

She forced the spiritual energy to spin in reverse.

The agonizing pain was instantaneous.

"AGHHHH!" Shen Mengqi shrieked, her eyes flying open, the blood vessels in her sclera bursting to dye her eyes a terrifying shade of red.

The solid surface of her Golden Core cracked. A massive, violent surge of highly compressed, razor-sharp wind-qi exploded outward into her Dantian.

"Vent it!" Wang Jian roared, pressing his hand harder against her chest, pouring more into her body to combat the sudden, catastrophic internal damage.

Shen Mengqi desperately guided the violently expanding wind-qi out of her Dantian, forcing the abrasive energy up through her major meridians. The heavy, cutting air felt like thousands of microscopic, jagged blades dragging aggressively against her internal pathways.

The acting as a buffer absorbed the brunt of the physical trauma. The emerald life-force was continuously shredded by the sharp wind-qi, but Wang Jian instantly, relentlessly replaced the damaged tissue, utilizing his massive spiritual reserves to keep her veins from rupturing completely.

The volatile wind-qi reached her major acupoints.

The four placed around her body began to hum violently. They generated a massive, localized vacuum, aggressively pulling the escaping wind-qi directly out of her pores.

Pale blue, razor-sharp streams of air visibly tore through her skin, shooting directly into the open mouths of the dark green gourds. The intense spatial friction generated by the high-speed air venting through her pores caused severe, localized thermal heat dispersion. Her pale skin blistered and burned, only to be instantly snap-frozen by the ambient temperature of the chamber, before being healed again by Wang Jian’s pure Wood-qi.

"Do not stop!" Wang Jian commanded coldly, entirely unmoved by her horrific screams. "Peel away the second layer! Disperse the middle-stage accumulation!"

Shen Mengqi sobbed, tears of pure, unadulterated agony streaming down her face, instantly freezing into streaks of ice on her cheeks. She forced her Golden Core to unravel further.

Her heavy, terrifying Late-Stage Core Formation aura instantly plummeted.

She dropped heavily to the Middle-Stage of the Core Formation Realm.

The sudden void of internal spiritual pressure was catastrophic. The physical space previously occupied by her dense Qi collapsed inward. Her internal organs squeezed together violently, threatening to implode.

However, the profound, heavy anchor within her bones held fast.

The fused into her marrow flared with a dark, heavy, metallic weight. The immense physical density of the metal completely stabilized her skeletal frame, preventing her ribs from collapsing into her lungs and keeping her spine entirely straight despite the massive absence of internal support.

"Ah! Master... it hurts... it is tearing me apart!" Shen Mengqi wailed, her thick thighs thrashing wildly against the profound-ice slab, her massive breasts heaving erratically.

"Pain is the absolute prerequisite for perfection," Wang Jian stated ruthlessly, his dark eyes fixed entirely upon the structural integrity of her Dantian. "You are purging centuries of accumulated, useless trash. You are preparing the vessel for true, absolute power. Shatter the final core layer!"

Shen Mengqi squeezed her eyes shut, biting down so hard on her lower lip that she drew thick, dark blood. She drove her remaining willpower directly into the small, fractured remnant of her Golden Core.

With a final, devastating mental push, the core completely shattered into dust.

The last, most deeply ingrained dregs of her ancestral wind-qi erupted through her meridians, violently venting out through her skin and into the waiting gourds.

Her cultivation base dropped catastrophically to the absolute bottom of the Initial Stage of the Core Formation Realm, hovering precariously on the very edge of collapsing back into Foundation Establishment.

Her Dantian was now an empty, bruised, hollow cavern. Her meridians were entirely devoid of any wind attribute. She was completely, utterly empty.

Shen Mengqi lay gasping on the ice slab, her entire voluptuous body trembling with severe, violent muscular spasms. She was completely drained, her physical stamina entirely depleted by the excruciating transition.

"The purge is complete," Wang Jian declared, pulling his hand away from her chest. The emerald glow of his faded from beneath her skin, having flawlessly protected her vascular integrity throughout the brutal process.

He turned toward Su Binglan. "Increase the output of the . Bring the ambient temperature to the absolute breaking point."

"Yes, Master," Su Binglan replied immediately. She channeled her pure Ice-qi directly into the floating crystalline flame. The flared brilliantly, expanding in size.

The temperature in the Frost-Jade Meditation Chamber dropped so violently that the very air itself began to crackle and freeze. Heavy, thick frost rapidly grew across the jade walls, coating the ceiling in jagged icicles.

"Mengqi," Wang Jian commanded, his voice cutting through her haze of pain. "Initiate the primary circulation cycle of the . Now."

Shen Mengqi struggled to command her exhausted, trembling limbs. She remained flat on her back, but she slowly, heavily arranged her hands over her empty Dantian, forming the ancient, complex hand-seals Wang Jian had forced her to memorize over the past week.

She took a slow, agonizing breath, drawing the freezing, absolute-zero ambient air directly into her empty lungs.

She forced the frozen air down into her hollow meridians, initiating the first, heavy turn of the .

The response from her body was immediate, violent, and absolutely apocalyptic.

For her entire life, her innate had been suppressed, dormant, and severely hindered by the incompatible, ethereal wind-qi she had cultivated. It had been a caged, starving leviathan.

Now, the cage was entirely gone, and the correct, perfectly aligned extreme Yin-attribute scripture acted as a master key.

The unlocked with terrifying, explosive violence.

"AGHHHHH!" Shen Mengqi shrieked, a sound of absolute, mind-shattering shock.

A massive, endless ocean of absolute-zero, pure primal Yin essence erupted directly from her bone marrow, her flesh, and the deepest, most profound hidden gates of her physical vessel.

The sheer volume of the Yin essence was astronomically dense. It flooded her empty Dantian instantly, overflowing the spiritual sea and violently rushing outward into her recently cleansed meridians.

The physical temperature of her own body plummeted drastically. Her very fair skin turned a sickly, terrifying shade of pale blue. Thick, heavy layers of solid white frost rapidly grew across her skin, creeping up her thick thighs, covering her flat stomach, and entirely encasing her massive, heavy breasts.

"Master! It is too cold! It is freezing my organs!" Shen Mengqi sobbed, her jaw locked tight as the absolute-zero energy threatened to snap-freeze her heart and lungs completely solid.

The sheer, overwhelming purity of the awakened physique was producing far more Yin essence than her Initial Stage Core Formation capacity could possibly contain. She was drowning in her own innate power, on the verge of becoming a permanent, solid statue of profound ice.

Wang Jian’s starlit eyes burned with a profound, terrifying heat.

"The vessel overflows," Wang Jian noted, his voice dropping into a dark, incredibly husky register. "The harvest is ready."

He did not hesitate. He reached up and swiftly unfastened the silver sash of his immaculate white scholarly robes. He let the heavy silk fabric fall completely to the frozen jade floor, standing entirely naked before the profound-ice slab.

His dark, heavily muscled, perfectly tempered physical body radiated an overwhelming, suffocating aura of blistering, scorching heat. His was fully active, the heavy, pitch-black rolling off his shoulders in visible, rippling waves of thermal distortion.

He stepped directly into the center of the array, moving toward the freezing, terrified woman upon the slab.

The moment his scorching, demonic aura came within three feet of Shen Mengqi’s freezing body, the two absolute thermal extremes clashed violently. The spatial friction between the absolute-zero Yin and the blistering Demonic Yang generated a massive, deafening hiss of escaping steam. The thick frost covering Shen Mengqi’s curvy body instantly melted into heavy water, pooling around her on the ice slab.

Wang Jian climbed onto the slab, kneeling between her wide, thick thighs.

"I am the crucible," Wang Jian growled, his large, scorching hot hands gripping her fr