Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 1033: Inspection By Myriad Ocean Palace

The heavy, moisture-laden storm clouds directly above the eastern harbor of Abyssal Pearl City violently tore apart. The ambient atmospheric pressure drastically plummeted, physically pushed away by the overwhelming, concentrated spiritual density of a descending behemoth.

A massive, three-masted Cloud-Rift Warship broke through the cloud cover. The colossal vessel measured over four hundred feet in length, its massive hull heavily armored in thick, interlocking plates of pure, unadulterated white spirit-wood. The pale timber actively repelled the corrosive sea-salt in the air, glowing with a faint, chilling white light. Enormous, heavily embroidered ceremonial banners of dark blue and gold violently snapped in the chaotic wind currents, completely dominating the skyline.

The warship did not rely on standard wind sails. Massive, highly complex propulsion arrays carved into the lower hull aggressively burned high-grade Spirit Stones, venting thick, highly pressurized jets of visible azure Qi that physically crushed the sea waves beneath the vessel, bringing the massive ship into a flawlessly smooth, terrifyingly silent hover directly above the primary docking terrace.

Mo Xuan, the Palace Inspector, stood at the absolute forefront of the polished wooden deck. He was an elderly, skeletal man wrapped in the heavy, multi-layered silver and blue robes of the Myriad Ocean Palace’s internal audit division. His hands were clasped firmly behind his back. He projected an aura of absolute, uncompromising authority, his Late-Stage Core Formation cultivation base acting as a physical weight that pressed down upon the stone harbor below, intentionally cracking the perfectly laid jade flagstones.

Directly behind the elderly man stood eight heavily armed, uniformed law-enforcement disciples. They wore identical sets of dark, spirit-forged chainmail, their hands resting firmly upon the heavy hilts of their executioner-grade sabers. Flanking the disciples were two elderly, heavily robed formation geomancers. They held massive, highly intricate bronze ley line compasses in their wrinkled hands, the heavy needles already spinning aggressively as they began their preliminary scans of the deep-earth environment.

A massive, heavy ramp of pure spirit-wood violently slammed down onto the harbor terrace, the physical impact generating a localized shockwave that blasted the sea spray away.

Lin Wanyue stood perfectly still at the center of the docking terrace, surrounded by a carefully selected honor guard of the city’s most imposing enforcers. Standing discreetly near the rear flank of the honor guard was Yue Lingshan, dressed in immaculate white robes, her beautiful, virtuous face projecting quiet strength as she manually stabilized the harbor’s welcoming arrays.

Because Yue Lingshan was present and actively observing the proceedings, Lin Wanyue’s demeanor was absolutely flawless. The noble former wife of the late City Lord wore the incredibly heavy, multi-layered official City Lord robes of embroidered deep-blue silk. The stiff, high collar framed her beautiful, mature face, while the golden embroidery of cresting waves shimmered aggressively under the morning sun. The heavy silk skirts were expertly tailored to completely emphasize the massive, incredibly heavy proportions of her enormous breasts and her wide, lush hips.

She did not tremble. She did not show a single microscopic fraction of the deep, profound slave seal currently anchoring her soul to Wang Jian. In front of the virtuous Yue Lingshan and the hostile Myriad Ocean Palace, Lin Wanyue actively channeled the absolute, searing heat of her Crimson Sun-Marrow Flame, projecting the undeniable, dignified majesty of a Late-Stage Core Formation sovereign who ruled the grand commercial hub.

Mo Xuan, the Palace Inspector, did not wait for formal greetings. He walked slowly, deliberately down the heavy ramp, his boots striking the wood with loud, highly measured impacts. He stopped ten paces away from Lin Wanyue, refusing to bow, his cold eyes sweeping over her voluptuous form with absolute bureaucratic disdain.

"City Lord Lin Wanyue," Mo Xuan stated, his voice a dry, rasping vibration that carried no warmth. "The Myriad Ocean Palace has received highly concerning, severely erratic fluctuations originating from the primary ley lines of Abyssal Pearl City. The central spiritual vein density has suffered a massive, completely unexplained drop. Furthermore, our outer surveillance relays report that Azure Peak has fallen entirely silent. Explain yourself."

Lin Wanyue did not flinch. She maintained her absolute, noble composure, her sapphire eyes meeting the skeletal man’s gaze with unyielding strength.

"Daoist Mo Xuan, your arrival graces our humble commercial hub," Lin Wanyue replied, her voice smooth, highly refined, and carrying the precise, melodic cadence of a seasoned politician. She raised her delicate hands, retrieving three heavy, glowing municipal jade slips from her spatial ring. "The fluctuations you detected are entirely accurate, though the cause is highly tragic, not treacherous."

She stepped forward, presenting the jade slips with flawless aristocratic grace.

"The Silver Gale Sect, previously residing upon Azure Peak, suffered a catastrophic internal succession dispute," Lin Wanyue explained, her tone dripping with heavily manufactured sorrow. "Sect Leader Feng Yun, facing extreme pressure from his rebelling elders, attempted to execute a highly forbidden, highly volatile blood-sacrifice ritual to forcefully break through his cultivation bottleneck."

Mo Xuan snatched the heavy jade slips from her hands. He aggressively injected his Late-Stage Core Formation Qi directly into the artifacts.

A massive, highly detailed three-dimensional illusion aggressively projected from the jade into the air between them. The visual record displayed the completely ruined, cratered courtyards of Azure Peak. It showed the charred, mutilated corpses of the Silver Gale Sect elders, heavily coated in dried blood-qi. It perfectly simulated the lingering, highly corrosive thermal signatures of a massive, failed blood-sacrifice array, completely omitting the absolute slaughter Wang Jian’s forces had actually inflicted upon the mountain.

"The blood-sacrifice ritual catastrophically backfired," Lin Wanyue continued, her voice completely steady as the elderly man scrutinized the gruesome illusion. "The resulting elemental explosion violently destabilized the local deep-earth spirit nodes directly beneath Azure Peak, causing the temporary drop in the city’s overall spiritual density. The City Lord’s estate intervened immediately with our heavy enforcement divisions to restore order. We completely quarantined the mountain, forcefully purged the remaining unstable elements, and we have already successfully absorbed the surviving, displaced refugees into the city’s heavy labor guilds to prevent civil unrest."

Mo Xuan stared at the projection for a long, heavily drawn-out moment. He narrowed his gaze, searching the visual record for any minute inconsistencies, any subtle spatial tearing that would indicate a fabricated illusion.

He found nothing. The municipal record was completely, absolutely flawless.

The elderly man dismissed the projection with a sharp flick of his wrist. He looked back at Lin Wanyue, his skeletal face remaining entirely impassive.

"The visual records appear compliant with standard municipal reporting," Mo Xuan admitted coldly. "However, visual evidence is easily manipulated by high-tier illusionists. The Myriad Ocean Palace does not deal in assumptions. We deal in deep-earth verification and physical asset audits. We will proceed to the City Lord’s Manor immediately."

Lin Wanyue bowed deeply, the heavy silk of her robes shifting gracefully. "As the Palace commands. The manor is fully prepared for your inspection."

While the grand procession began its highly formalized march from the eastern harbor toward the central estate, a vastly different scene was unfolding within a heavily warded, private preparation chamber situated deep behind the main reception hall of the City Lord’s Manor.

Yue Lingshan had already departed for the subterranean transit tunnels to prepare the final layer of their grand deception. With his virtuous wife completely absent, the atmosphere within the hidden chamber instantly violently shifted from political tension to overwhelming, suffocating depravity.

Wang Jian sat upon a heavy velvet couch, his tall, heavily muscled frame radiating a dark, terrifying heat.

Standing before him were Lin Wanyue, who had utilized a short-distance spatial talisman to arrive ahead of the procession, and Shangguan Wan’er, the supreme head of the Golden-Scale Auction House.

Without Yue Lingshan’s innocent eyes upon them, the two incredibly powerful, highly respected women entirely dropped their dignified public masks.

Lin Wanyue fell heavily to her knees directly between Wang Jian’s spread thighs. Her beautiful, mature face was entirely flushed with intense, burning lust. She aggressively reached up, pulling the heavy, stiff collar of her City Lord robes entirely open, exposing her massive, heavily veined breasts to the cool air of the chamber. She leaned forward, pressing her soft, yielding flesh directly against Wang Jian’s dark trousers, her breathing ragged as she eagerly sought his touch.

"Master," Lin Wanyue whimpered softly, her voice completely stripped of its previous aristocratic authority, replaced by deep, slavish desperation. "Was my performance satisfactory? Did I please you on the docks?"

"You maintained your posture flawlessly," Wang Jian praised in a dark, heavy rumble. He reached down with his large, calloused left hand, roughly grabbing her heavy right breast. His long fingers dug deeply into the soft flesh, forcefully squeezing the sheer volume of her breast until she let out a sharp, breathless gasp of pain and intense pleasure. His thumb aggressively pinched and twisted her stiff pink nipple. "You looked exactly like a sovereign. It makes breaking you down in the shadows infinitely more intoxicating."

Shangguan Wan’er stepped forward, moving with a heavy, deeply sensual sway of her wide hips. She wore a sleek, incredibly tight-fitting dark gold merchant gown that completely failed to contain the heavy, lush proportions of her deeply curved figure. She did not kneel. She stepped directly beside the couch and turned around, aggressively pressing the incredibly thick, soft curve of her heavy backside directly against Wang Jian’s right arm.

"The commercial tribute is fully prepared, Master," Shangguan Wan’er reported, her pale blue eyes entirely hazy with arousal as she reached back, entirely guiding Wang Jian’s right hand directly beneath the heavy silk of her gown to cup her bare, lush flesh. "The physical wealth is staggering. But the true hook... the alchemical lure... is secured within my spatial ring."

Wang Jian forcefully squeezed Wan’er’s heavy backside, his long fingers trailing dangerously close to her wet core. He looked up at the merchant queen, his dark eyes burning with calculating malice.

"Bai Xue’s intelligence confirms the fire-poison within his Dantian has reached critical mass," Wang Jian stated, actively kneading Wan’er’s soft flesh, thoroughly enjoying the way her heavy breasts bounced violently with every movement of his hand. "When you present the Bone-Cleansing Marrow-Calming Pill, do not push it upon him. Let the sheer purity of the life-essence completely overwhelm his bureaucratic defenses. A dying man will always abandon his masters for a breath of true vitality."

"I understand perfectly, Master," Shangguan Wan’er moaned softly, aggressively grinding her heavy hips against his calloused palm, entirely submitting her voluptuous body to his dark desires.

Wang Jian leaned forward, entirely capturing Lin Wanyue’s mouth in a brutal, dominating kiss. He completely invaded her mouth with his tongue, aggressively tasting her sweet saliva as he forcefully held her head in place by gripping her dark hair. Lin Wanyue melted entirely against his legs, her hands desperately clutching at his waist, completely surrendering her dignity to the demonic predator who ruled her soul.

After several long, heavy minutes of intense, deeply intimate degradation, Wang Jian abruptly broke the kiss. He pulled his hands away from both women, the sudden loss of his scorching Yang heat leaving them trembling and entirely unsatisfied.

"Enough," Wang Jian commanded, his tone shifting instantly from deep lust to absolute, clinical focus. "The procession has reached the outer gates. Reconstruct your masks. You are a City Lord and a Guild Head. Do not let a single drop of this filth bleed into your public auras."

Lin Wanyue and Shangguan Wan’er gasped, their heavily conditioned bodies violently reacting to his absolute command. They immediately stood up, rapidly adjusting their heavy silk garments. Lin Wanyue forcefully smoothed the deep-blue silk of her City Lord robes, closing the high collar to completely conceal her massive breasts once more. Shangguan Wan’er adjusted her dark gold gown, her pale blue eyes aggressively hardening, instantly entirely replacing her slavish lust with the cold, calculating, and absolutely ruthless aura of an apex commercial predator.

Within thirty seconds, the two submissive sluts completely vanished, entirely replaced by the supreme, unyielding female sovereigns of Abyssal Pearl City.

"Go," Wang Jian ordered quietly, completely fading back into the deep shadows of the private chamber.

Half an hour later, the intense, high-stakes diplomatic dance shifted to the absolute privacy of the grand reception hall within the central City Lord’s Manor.

The expansive chamber was a monument to profound, overwhelming wealth. Massive pillars of polished, solid sea-dragon bone supported the vaulted ceiling. The air was thick with the calming, heavy scent of burning Thousand-Year Sandalwood incense, designed specifically to gently suppress aggressive Qi fluctuations.

Mo Xuan sat upon a highly elevated, heavy throne carved from pure obsidian, completely dominating the room’s architecture. His law-enforcement disciples stood in a rigid, unmoving perimeter around him. Lin Wanyue stood respectfully to the side, her posture entirely flawless, her hands clasped before her.

The heavy, reinforced ironwood doors at the far end of the hall violently swung open.

Shangguan Wan’er stepped into the chamber. Every single step she took caused the heavy fabric of her dark gold gown to strain aggressively against her massive breasts and wide hips. She projected undeniable authority.

Behind her, twelve heavily muscled, bare-chested laborers physically dragged six massive, iron-bound wooden chests into the center of the hall, the heavy wood aggressively scraping against the polished stone floor.

"Daoist Mo Xuan," Shangguan Wan’er spoke, her voice crisp, highly precise, and carrying a heavy, undeniable authority. She bowed shallowly, completely disregarding standard subservient protocols, presenting herself as an equal commercial power. "I am Shangguan Wan’er, acting as the primary commercial advisor for the transition of power in Abyssal Pearl City. I present the physical trade manifests and the preliminary, retroactive tribute covering the period of the late City Lord’s absence."

She did not wait for permission. She raised her delicate hand and aggressively snapped her fingers.

The laborers violently threw open the heavy lids of the six wooden chests.

A massive, blinding explosion of pure, highly condensed spiritual light completely flooded the reception hall. The sheer physical weight of the ambient Qi instantly forced the burning Sandalwood smoke down to the floorboards.

"Five thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones," Shangguan Wan’er declared, gesturing toward the first three overflowing chests. The flawless, glowing rectangular stones hummed with an intense, heavy vibration that actively warped the air around them.

"Three standard crates of raw, unrefined Star-Core Iron," she continued, pointing to two incredibly heavy, lead-lined boxes. The pitch-black spatial metal within was so incredibly dense that the stone floor directly beneath the crates was actively beginning to crack and spider-web under the immense gravitational pressure.

"And forty flawlessly polished Water-Repelling Coral Pearls, harvested directly from the abyssal trenches of the third sector," she concluded, indicating the final, velvet-lined chest containing massive, glowing blue pearls the size of human fists.

Mo Xuan leaned forward, his skeletal hands gripping the heavy obsidian armrests of his throne. His breathing hitched slightly, a minute tell that betrayed his intense, consuming greed. This level of physical wealth was completely unprecedented for a standard municipal audit. It was a massive, highly aggressive bribe, presented openly as legitimate commercial tribute.

However, Shangguan Wan’er was not finished.

She reached directly into her personal spatial ring. She did not produce another massive chest. She withdrew a single, completely unadorned, tiny jade vial.

She walked slowly, deliberately toward the elevated throne, stopping perfectly at the edge of the mandatory defensive perimeter maintained by the law-enforcement disciples. She held the tiny vial up, allowing the ambient light of the hall to reflect off the polished jade.

"In addition to the standard, mandated tribute," Shangguan Wan’er spoke, her voice dropping into a low, highly confidential register, perfectly calibrated to reach only the elderly man’s ears. "The Golden-Scale Auction House wishes to extend a deeply personal, highly exclusive token of supreme goodwill to the Inspector himself, in deep appreciation for your tireless, exhausting travels."

She forcefully popped the cork off the tiny jade vial.

A heavy, overwhelming, and impossibly pure wave of absolute, unadulterated life-essence violently erupted from the opening. The scent was incredibly sweet, carrying the profound, heavy weight of ancient, deep-earth vitality. The ambient, dying flowers arranged in the decorative vases along the walls of the hall instantly, aggressively bloomed, their withered petals flushing with sudden, vibrant color.

Mo Xuan’s skeletal body violently jerked upward. He completely abandoned his dignified posture, rising halfway out of his obsidian throne.

"A Bone-Cleansing Marrow-Calming Pill," Mo Xuan gasped, his dry, rasping voice cracking completely as his eyes locked onto the glowing, pale-white sphere resting within the vial.

He could see the physical surface of the pill. It was completely flawless. It possessed absolutely zero alchemical impurities. Three distinct, highly complex cloud patterns swirled across the smooth surface, indicating a level of refining mastery that bordered on the divine.

This specific, top-grade pill, personally refined by Mu Lianhua under Wang Jian’s absolute command, possessed enough pure, concentrated vitality to forcefully purge the ancient fire-poison from his meridians and instantly add two entire decades to his rapidly declining lifespan.

"The pill is yours, Inspector," Shangguan Wan’er stated smoothly, sealing the vial and gently placing it upon a small, elevated silver tray held by one of the disciples. "We ask for noth