Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 939: Returning To His Cave Dwelling

The sanctuary cave, tucked away in the heart of the wildlands, had lost its tranquility. It vibrated and hummed, pulsating with a chaotic yet magnificent tempest of spiritual energy. The atmosphere felt heavy and viscous, saturated with the lingering essence of a night spent in world-shaking dual cultivation.

Within the cavern, atop a stone bed draped in thick furs, Wang Jian and Mu Lianhua remained entwined. Their unclothed forms were slick, coated in sweat and the remnants of their intense union.

As the initial rays of dawn crept through the concealed fissures of the cave, a violent and abrupt explosion of power erupted from Wang Jian's dantian.

His Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture roared with the fury of a waking dragon. It had spent the night feasting, gorging itself on the exceptionally potent, high-grade Yin Essence of a Core Formation master. Mu Lianhua was no ordinary partner; her essence represented the pure, concentrated refinement of centuries of cultivation, and it was now fueling Wang Jian's breakthrough.

The massive reservoir of Yang Essence he had channeled into her over the recent days served as the ultimate catalyst, set ablaze by the mixture.

BOOM!

A ripple of dark Qi, shimmering with starlight, detonated from his body. The barrier of the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment shattered like brittle glass. His cultivation flooded forward like an unstoppable tide, reaching the Middle Stage, stabilizing, and then surging further until it hit the very Peak of the Middle Stage.

His presence became heavier and more suffocating. His Stellar Qi deepened in hue, transforming into the infinite void of the cosmos, dotted with piercing points of light. He felt a river of strength coursing through his meridians, making his previous power level seem like child's play.

However, he was not the only one to reap the rewards.

Beside him, Mu Lianhua let out a sharp gasp in her slumber, her spine arching. The cycle of dual cultivation had been a mutual exchange. Wang Jian’s unique, potent energy, merged with the Verdant Eternal Spring Essence, had mended the jagged fractures in her recently restored foundation. It acted as a divine mortar, fusing her broken meridians together even more strongly than before.

Her aura erupted in a brilliant azure radiance that illuminated the entire cave. She didn't just regain her former glory; she transcended it. The sheer volume of energy, combined with the trials of her fall and subsequent rise, propelled her forward. She smashed through her own bottleneck, ascending to the Peak of the Late Stage of the Core Formation Realm.

She had become a titan, standing only half a step away from the legendary Nascent Soul realm. She was now more powerful and more formidable than she had ever been during her reign as Sect Mistress.

Mu Lianhua’s eyes suddenly flew open.

For a fleeting moment, the former Mu Lianhua returned. She sensed the majestic, terrifying power flooding her veins—the true might of a peak Core Formation expert. Her ingrained instincts to rule, command, and annihilate her enemies burned brightly within her.

‘I have returned,’ she thought, her gaze flickering with azure light. ‘I am power itself.’

Then, she looked down.

Upon her lower abdomen, just above her private area, the glowing pink Slave Seal throbbed gently. It was more than a mere mark; it was a shackle bound to her soul. She could feel the direct, unbreakable connection linking her very life force to the man resting beside her.

She turned her gaze toward Wang Jian. He was already awake, observing her.

He did not shrink away from her aura, nor did he tremble under the pressure of a peak Core Formation master. Instead, a slow, arrogant, and possessive grin formed on his handsome features.

"Good morning, my powerful slut," he purred, his tone calm yet completely dominant. "It appears my seed has served you well."

Mu Lianhua’s resolve faltered. The mental conditioning, the crushing shame, the lingering pleasure, and the weight of the seal all converged upon her. The Sect Mistress retreated, and the slave took her place.

Wang Jian sat up and stretched, his muscles rippling with his new strength. He decided to immediately test the boundaries of her current reality. A Core Formation expert was a lethal tool, and he had to ensure his grip on the handle was firm.

Sitting on the edge of the furs, he spread his legs and pointed a finger at the cold stone ground a few feet away.

"Crawl to me, Lianhua," he commanded, his voice turning cold. "Prove to me that this new power hasn't made you forget who you belong to."

Mu Lianhua hesitated as her pride, rekindled by her breakthrough, flared up. ‘I am a peak Core Formation master! I could level mountains! Why should I crawl?’

But the soul seal hummed, sending a warning vibration through her consciousness. Furthermore, her body... her body vividly recalled the ecstasy of submission.

Slowly and painfully, she lowered herself from the bed until her knees struck the freezing stone floor.

She began to crawl.

It was a sight that would have driven any Crimson Pill disciple to madness: their regal, untouchable Sect Mistress, completely naked and on all fours, crawling like a common pet toward a mere Foundation Establishment junior.

As she moved, her heavy, unrestrained breasts swayed and jiggled with every step, brushing against her arms. Her wide, shapely hips moved rhythmically. She looked up at him, her eyes swirling with a potent mixture of profound humiliation and dark, fanatical obsession.

Upon reaching his feet, she bowed her head, resting her cheek against his knee in an act of total surrender.

"Good girl," Wang Jian whispered, reaching down to stroke her head, his fingers weaving through her long, silken hair. "Power is meaningless without a master to direct it. Never forget that."

‘Perfect,’ Wang Jian thought, his internal satisfaction reaching new heights. ‘A peak Core Formation slave. With her, I can sway high-level conflicts and crush deacons like insects. I possess a nuclear weapon in the form of a stunning woman.’

"It's time to head back," he declared, rising to his feet. "We have a home to return to."

He looked down at her naked body. "However, you can no longer dress like a Sect Mistress. And I won't have you looking like a pauper, either."

Reaching into his storage ring, he extracted a specific garment he had been keeping. It was crafted from 'Phantom Silk', a rare fabric that shimmered with a deep, mystical purple glow.

"Put this on," he instructed.

Initially, the dress appeared elegant and almost modest, featuring long sleeves and a skirt that trailed to the floor. But as Mu Lianhua donned it, the provocative details became clear.

The silk was incredibly tight, clinging to her like a second skin and outlining every curve of her body with surgical precision. It boasted a bold, diamond-shaped opening at the waist that showcased her navel and toned obliques. The neckline plunged dangerously low, framing her massive cleavage and pushing her breasts upward, leaving the tops exposed while barely concealing her nipples.

It was an outfit designed to draw every man's eye and make them ache, while providing no technical reason for other women to call it scandalous. It was the attire of a high-class, lethal temptress.

"Let me assist you," Wang Jian said, moving behind her.

He dressed her personally, his hands wandering over her skin as he secured the fasteners. His fingers lingered on her bare waist, and his palms cupped her breasts to "fit" them into the restrictive bodice.

He leaned down and bit her neck firmly. He sucked the skin, intentionally leaving a dark, visible hickey high on her throat and another right in the center of her exposed cleavage. These were marks the dress could not fully hide—marks that declared she was his property.

Mu Lianhua flushed as she saw the marks in a mirror, but she accepted the branding in silence. She belonged to him. Let the world witness it.

An hour later, the group gathered outside the cave's mouth.

Wang Jian stood at the helm, looking revitalized and dominant. Beside him was Mu Lianhua, radiant and formidable in her purple gown, her aura suppressed but still felt. Behind them were Liu Ruyan and the three disciple-sluts—Qiu Yun, Su Ning, and Bai Xue—all dressed as high-ranking servants.

"Let’s go home," Wang Jian announced.

He summoned the Serpent Scale Soarer. They boarded the artifact, and it pierced the sky, flying toward the Mystic Peak Sect.

The trip was fast. Wang Jian pushed the artifact to its limits, impatient to return to his base.

They reached his private territory—the secluded valley near the Mystic Peak Sect—just as the sun hit its peak. The familiar defensive arrays shimmered as they landed.

Yue Lingshan was already waiting. Sensing her husband's spiritual signature, she sprinted from the cave dwelling with a bright smile.

"Jian!" she cried out.

But she stopped in her tracks as the group stepped off. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the majestic, strikingly beautiful woman standing behind her husband. The woman's aura, even while muffled, felt as vast as a sleeping sea.

Wang Jian walked forward, pulling Lingshan into a warm embrace and kissing her forehead.

"I'm back, my love," he said softly. "I missed you."

He stepped back, his face becoming serious. "But... I’ve brought some complications with me."

He began to weave the cover story he had meticulously prepared.

"We went to the Crimson Pill Sect for the contest as planned," he said, his voice laced with faked grief. "But it was an ambush. The Second Elder, Fu Yan, turned traitor. He sided with dark forces—the Silent Puppet Guild and the Azure Sword Clan. It was a bloodbath, Lingshan. A coup."

Lingshan gasped, her hands covering her mouth. "A coup? Within the Crimson Pill Sect?"

"Yes," Wang Jian nodded solemnly. "Junior Sister Ruyan and her Master... Sect Mistress Mu Lianhua... were his main targets. He intended to slaughter the rightful leaders."

He pointed to the women behind him. "I managed to help them escape. We used a volatile, unstable teleportation circle during the peak of the slaughter. We barely escaped with our lives. But they’ve lost their home, Lingshan. The sect has fallen. They have nowhere else to turn."

Liu Ruyan stepped forward perfectly on cue, her eyes brimming with tears in a flawless performance. "Senior Sister Yue," she said with a trembling voice. "Please. The sect is gone. My Teacher... she has lost everything. We only ask for temporary shelter. We won't be a burden."

Mu Lianhua stepped forward and looked at Yue Lingshan. For a woman who had once ruled a sect, her next move was startling.

She bowed her head slightly in a display of humble respect.

"Deacon Yue," Mu Lianhua said, her voice smooth and rich. "I am forever in your husband's debt for saving my life. I ask for your kindness in this dark time."

Yue Lingshan, whose heart was compassionate to a fault, was immediately swayed. The thought of a great sect being destroyed and these women being hunted broke her heart.

"Of course!" she cried out, rushing to take Mu Lianhua’s hands. "The Crimson Pill Sect... destroyed? That’s horrible! You are more than welcome here! This is your home for as long as you need it!"

Wang Jian watched with secret satisfaction. He moved in to set the public hierarchy immediately.

"Lingshan," he said firmly. "This is Sect Mistress Mu Lianhua. Even in exile, she is a senior Core Formation expert. We must treat her with the honor her rank deserves."

He turned to the group, his tone formal. "Sect Mistress Mu, Junior Sister Ruyan, and the others. Please, consider this dwelling your own."

As he spoke those formal words, Wang Jian caught Mu Lianhua’s eye. A faint, almost invisible smirk touched his lips.

Mu Lianhua saw it and shivered as a thrill ran down her spine. She understood perfectly what that look meant. 'Respect' was the mask for the public. The night... the night would belong to him. And in his bed, there would be no titles.

"Come, let me show you where you'll be staying," Yue Lingshan said, entering hostess mode, though she was clearly intimidated by Mu Lianhua’s presence.

From the shadows of the cave entrance, Chen Ying watched the scene. Her eyes narrowed. She felt the change in Wang Jian—he was stronger. She also detected something else... a strange, submissive scent lingering on the powerful Sect Mistress. She remained silent, retreating into the darkness, knowing her role was to observe and wait.

Night fell over the valley, and the dwelling settled into a quiet hum. Yue Lingshan was occupied with helping the newcomers settle in, organizing rooms and gear.

Wang Jian went to his private cultivation room and sealed the heavy stone door.

He sat on his mat in the heavy silence. He didn't meditate. Instead, he reached out through the soul seal.

‘Come here, Pet,’ he commanded mentally.

Less than a minute passed before the stone door slid open without a sound.

Mu Lianhua slipped inside, still wearing the provocative purple dress that shimmered in the low light. She locked the door behind her with a soft click.

Without being told, she dropped to her knees.

Wang Jian watched her with dark eyes. "I am feeling tense," he said simply. "Use your assets."

Mu Lianhua crawled toward him across the rugs. Reaching him, she pulled down the bodice of her dress, letting her massive breasts spring free.

She pressed them together with her hands, creating a soft, warm valley of flesh. Leaning forward, she took Wang Jian’s already erect member between them.

She began to move her upper body rhythmically. It was a skilled, erotic motion. She used the sheer size of her breasts to massage him, her soft skin gliding over his shaft. She rubbed her nipples intentionally against the sensitive tip of his cock, looking up at him with eyes full of submissive worship.

"Mmm..." Wang Jian groaned, his hands resting on her head, petting her hair as if she were a prized animal.

"You have a purpose here, Lianhua," he said, his voice regaining its authority even as he enjoyed her. "My women... Lingshan, Ruyan, Ying'er... they have talent, but their progress is too slow. I need them to be stronger."

Mu Lianhua didn't stop her movements, but she nodded against his chest. "Yes, Master."

"You will refine pills," he commanded. "Many of them. Focus on stabilizing foundations and enhancing cultivation for the Foundation Establishment realm. I want only the highest quality."

He grabbed her breast, squeezing the soft flesh firmly. "Don't worry about the ingredients. My garden is unique. With my Verdant Eternal Spring Essence, I can regrow whatever you need. Use the rarest herbs. Waste them if you must, just produce results."

"And the maids," he added. "Those five married women. Make pills for them as well. Get them to Foundation Establishment. I want my household to be a fortress."

"Furthermore," Wang Jian continued, his thoughts shifting to strategy, "You are a famous Sixth-Grade Alchemist. The Mystic Peak Sect elders who stayed behind... Elder Huo, Elder Bing... they are in a desperate state. The war is failing. They need high-grade healing and battle pills."

He looked down at her. "We will trade with them. You will be the face of these transactions. Use your reputation as a fallen Sect Mistress. Gain their sympathy. Make them indebted to us. But remember," he pulled her hair back, forcing her to meet his gaze, "you belong to me. You don't make a single deal without my word."

"Yes, Master," she whispered, her lips grazing the tip of his cock. "I will make them beg for your pills. I will make you wealthy."

"Good."

Wang Jian thrust his hips forward, slapping her face with his member before burying it deep between her breasts again. The friction was incredible. He groaned as his control broke, releasing his hot seed across her chest and neck, marking her skin.

She didn't move. She waited until he was finished, then leaned in to clean him with her mouth, licking away every drop with degrading devotion. It was her final act of service for the night.

She adjusted her dress to hide the mess, fixing her face back into a mask of a dignified guest. With a bow, she slipped out of the room, leaving Wang Jian alone in the dark, satisfied and already plotting his next move.