Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 941: Advancement Of Wang Jian’s Lovers

The ensuing month within the hidden valley was a whirlwind of scorching heat, surging spiritual energy, and an uncompromising quest for strength.

The alchemy hall inside the cave residence served as the focal point of their labor. It functioned day and night, with the furnace flames never flickering out. The atmosphere grew heavy with the pungent aroma of medicinal plants and the sharp, metallic scent of smelted minerals.

Mu Lianhua and Liu Ruyan labored in exhausting rotations. Though they had returned to their roles as master and disciple, the power balance had changed entirely. No longer were they merely upholding the Crimson Pill Sect’s heritage; they were crafting the armaments for their Master’s campaign.

The skill possessed by Mu Lianhua was undeniable. Even after her disgrace, her hands moved with the instinctive precision of centuries. She produced batches of pills with such efficiency and clarity that the gifted Liu Ruyan watched in silent admiration.

Her main task was a particularly daring undertaking.

Wang Jian had supplied the instructions, synthesized from stolen archives and his own profound insights, but Mu Lianhua was the one who identified it.

"This is a variant of the ’Scarlet Dragon-Blood Foundation Pill’," she murmured, her hands shaking as she gripped the scroll. "In theory, it is a Fourth Grade pill. However, its impact on the Foundation Establishment realm is overwhelming. It triggers a breakthrough by forcefully stretching the Dantian and Meridians."

"Are you capable of refining it?" Wang Jian inquired.

"I understand the principles," she confessed. "But the primary component... it necessitates the blood and core of a creature with dragon ancestry. Not a literal dragon, but a beast with a potent bloodline. Such things are rare."

Wang Jian smirked. "I will handle the ingredients."

The hunt commenced the following morning.

Accompanied by his wife, Yue Lingshan, and his sword, Chen Ying, Wang Jian ventured into the most treacherous depths of the nearby monster forests. They were stalking top-tier predators.

They located a group of Crimson-Scale Monitors—giant, lizard-like creatures that exhaled flames and carried a trace, however minuscule, of the ancient flood dragon lineage.

The ensuing conflict demonstrated their improving coordination.

Standing upon a cliffside with her garments dancing in the breeze, Yue Lingshan deployed dozens of array flags as her fingers blurred in motion.

"’Earthen Bind Formation’, activate!" she shouted.

In the clearing below, gravity suddenly increased tenfold. The massive reptiles, which had been moving with lightning speed, were instantly crushed into the dirt, hissing in shock and fury.

"Go now, Senior Sister Chen!" Lingshan yelled.

Chen Ying lunged forward, appearing as a streak of grey metal. Her blade, ’Winter’s Sorrow’, emitted a high-pitched, deadly hum. Eschewing flashy movements for pure lethality, she wove between the immobilized, struggling monsters.

Slash. Slash. Slash.

She delivered exact cuts to the throats, eyes, and vulnerable belly scales. Boiling blood sprayed everywhere.

Wang Jian observed with a satisfied nod before moving in to execute the alpha, a beast at the peak of Foundation Establishment. Eschewing traditional weapons, he utilized his Stellar Qi to manifest a claw of dark energy that tore the creature's heart out in a single pulse.

They headed back carrying the remains, the blood, and the cores.

The true challenge began once they returned to the alchemy chamber.

Mu Lianhua began processing the raw materials. The room was filled with the scent of sulfur and iron. She manipulated the cauldron with absolute concentration, her forehead dripping with perspiration.

Wang Jian checked in frequently, labeling his visits as "supervision."

The room was stifling due to the Earth Fire. Mu Lianhua was stooped over the furnace, struggling to stabilize the chaotic energies of the dragon blood.

Wang Jian moved directly behind her.

"The Yang energy in this space is unstable," he whispered in a low, intimidating tone. "The dragon blood is too fierce. It requires... tempering."

Without looking up, Mu Lianhua continued forming hand seals. "Master... I can manage..."

"No," he countered, pressing his chest against her back. "You need a direct surge of pure Yang to fix the pill. It will enhance the potency."

It was a deception—a transparent and absurd claim. She was well aware he could provide Qi through his hands if he actually wanted to assist. She knew he simply wished to exploit her.

Yet, she submitted.

"Yes, Master," she breathed, her voice quivering.

She adjusted her stance, leaning against the stone edge of the cauldron for support.

Wang Jian pulled up her skirts. Without fully undressing, he exposed himself and drove into her from behind, sinking deep into her slick, eager warmth.

"Ah!" she cried out. Her focus wavered for a moment before she regained control, forcing her mind onto the pill even as he began to thrust into her.

He seized her large breasts, squeezing them roughly, his thumbs rubbing her stiff nipples through her clothes.

"Stay focused, Elder Lianhua," he mocked, nipping at her neck. "If this pill is ruined, it will be because you were too lost in your own lust."

She bit her lip until it bled, syncing her breaths with his movements. The sensation was powerful, humiliating, and irresistible. The friction of their skin, the furnace heat, and the scent of blood created a primal, intoxicating atmosphere.

He took her ruthlessly while she worked, treating her body like a toy while she dedicated her spirit to the refinement.

When the pills finally solidified, radiating a dark, crimson glow, Wang Jian let out a growl and filled her with his essence, his climax arriving at the exact moment the alchemy was finished.

"Flawless," he grunted, withdrawing to inspect the pills. "See? My help was effective."

Mu Lianhua collapsed against the cauldron, gasping for air with sweat pouring down her face and her legs trembling. She glanced at the pills and then at him, her gaze reflecting a desperate sense of loyalty.

With the Scarlet Dragon-Blood Foundation Pills ready, the rapid Cultivation began.

Yue Lingshan took her portion and entered seclusion in the array chamber. The pill's power was savage, acting like a flood that crashed through her bottlenecks. However, her foundation remained firm.

She emerged after three days. her presence had grown larger, turning more serene and profound. She had successfully reached the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment.

She spent the remainder of the month studying with Wang Jian to sharpen her expertise.

"This array," Wang Jian noted, indicating a script from the Azure Sword Clan's spoils. "It depends on exact geometry. If you add a chaotic element here... and here... the entire structure breaks."

Lingshan’s eyes sparkled. "I understand! It’s like injecting a toxin into the flow!"

Chen Ying brought her pills to the training area. She practiced against her two Thunderclap Wolves, which were becoming bigger and more vicious daily due to the beast cores Wang Jian provided.

She engaged both at once, her steps resembling a dance of execution. The pill's energy burned in her stomach, sustaining her endurance.

During a session, she broke through to the Middle Stage; her sword intent sharpened instantly, allowing her to cleave a dummy in two from a distance without physical contact. She became a more dangerous combatant, her freezing aura now possessing a heavy, suffocating pressure.

Liu Ruyan also achieved a breakthrough, supported by her Master’s guidance and the pills. Her Blood Spirit Flame became thicker and darker, reacting to her feelings. As she spent more nights in Wang Jian’s bed, being shaped by him, her flames took on a seductive, lethal quality.

Even the five married servants were included. They attained the Peak of Qi Condensation. Moving with newfound poise and physical strength, they became a capable guard unit for the inner sanctum of the residence.

As for Wang Jian?

He ate the highest-quality pills as if they were candy. His Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture absorbed the dragon energy, integrating it without effort.

His status at the Peak of the Middle Stage became as solid as stone. He was approaching the Late Stage, his internal power growing more concentrated and terrifying with every sunset.

However, strength required funding, and conflict was pricey.

Wang Jian began establishing his commerce chain.

Mu Lianhua, dressed in sophisticated, high-collared silks that concealed the bruises of his possession, served as his representative. She reached out quietly to the surviving Elders of the Mystic Peak Sect—Elder Huo of the Fire Peak and Elder Bing of the Ice Peak.

They held meetings in hidden, neutral spots.

"Sect Mistress Mu," Elder Huo greeted her with a respectful bow. "The news of your sect's destruction has reached us. It is a disaster."

"Indeed," Mu Lianhua replied calmly, playing the role of a desperate leader seeking survival. "However, my talents remain. And I have... stock."

She displayed the top-tier healing elixirs and battle enhancers Wang Jian had ordered her to make.

"These..." Elder Bing’s eyes widened in surprise. "These are of superior quality. They surpass anything our own Alchemy Hall creates."

"I require assets," Mu Lianhua stated bluntly. "Sect points. Uncommon materials. Spirit stones. My... followers... must endure."

The Elders felt a sense of gratitude. They believed she was acting out of desperation, trying to trade for safety. They had no suspicion that they were actually filling the war chest of the man who intended to rule them all.

They traded with enthusiasm. Wang Jian’s wealth grew rapidly.

By the month's end, the cave dwelling was more than a home. It had become a fortress, a vault, and a command center. They possessed a hoard of pills, talismans, and spirit stones.

"We are prepared," Wang Jian declared while surveying his gathered forces. "We have the power, the gear, and the capital."

While the primary household made their final arrangements, Wang Jian focused on his hidden operatives.

He visited the separate house he had leased for Qiu Yun, Su Ning, and Bai Xue.

As he walked in, they knelt. They were clad in the provocative, dancer-style battle outfits he had picked—silks that allowed agility while distracting opponents, complete with hidden spots for needles and blades.

"Stand up," he ordered.

He paced between them, checking their status. "Rewards and discipline," he said softly.

He inspected their Cultivation. They had worked hard. The dread of his anger and the craving for his praise pushed them to their limits.

"Excellent," he noted. "You haven't been slack."

He gave them their rewards. Spending the afternoon with them, he took them individually and then together. It was not a gentle experience; it was a reminder of who owned them. He provided them with specialized pills.

Then, the training began.

He dropped a pile of scrolls on the floor. "These are battle arts taken from your own sect’s archives. Styles for killers, informants, and saboteurs. You are no longer just alchemists or spies. In this conflict, you will serve as my secret strike team."

He forced them into brutal sparring matches.

When Bai Xue paused before hitting Su Ning, Wang Jian intervened. He seized Bai Xue by the throat, hoisting her up and slamming her against the wall.

"Pausing means death!" he screamed at her. "Are you looking to die? Should I replace you with a new toy?"

"No, Master! Please!" she gasped out.

"Then fight!"

He highlighted every flaw. Using his overwhelming power, he dominated them both physically and mentally, stripping away their reluctance to use violence.

He instructed them in the Seduction Arts.

"Your beauty is a tool," he explained. "In a fight, a man staring at your chest is a man who won't see your blade coming."

"Confuse the target," he instructed, forcing Qiu Yun to strike a provocative pose while hiding a knife. "Fake vulnerability. Weep. Plead. Make them get comfortable. Then kill them."

Through the pills and his harsh training, they also reached the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment.

He constantly challenged their devotion. He ordered them to perform humiliating acts—cleaning his boots, crawling in the dirt, or pleasuring him while he ignored them to read. They followed every command.

"You are my Shadow Flowers," he declared. "Stunning. Poisonous. Quiet."

He outlined their mission. "When we go to the front lines, you will move with the main group but act on your own. You are the flankers and the scavengers."

"Your objective isn't fame," he said, holding Su Ning’s chin firmly. "It is treasure. Bodies. Storage bags. Hidden manuals. Kill them, strip them, and bring everything to me. Do you follow?"

"Yes, Master!"

He emphasized safety measures, distributing new escape talismans. "You are expensive tools. I’ve put too much into you. Don't die for ego. If you're losing, flee."

The collective training, the aggression, and the sexual submission bonded them closer to him. They saw him not just as a boss, but as a god-king—a terrifying figure who controlled their very existence.

He gave them a final inspection. They were lethal, gorgeous, and entirely his.

"Get ready," he commanded. "We leave in two days."

The women exchanged looks, their eyes filled with a dark thrill. They were hungry to prove themselves and kill for his sake.

The night before they left, the atmosphere in the cave's main hall was electric.

The full group—Wang Jian, Yue Lingshan, a masked Mu Lianhua, Chen Ying, and Liu Ruyan—sat around the stone table. Outside, the Shadow Flowers were organizing the gear.

Wang Jian spread out a detailed map of the war zone.

"Here," he said, pointing to a jagged location. "Shadow-Gorge Pass."

"It’s a mess there," Chen Ying remarked, knowing the area. "Constant fighting and chaos. The defensive formations are falling apart."

"Exactly," Wang Jian smiled. "Ideal for our purposes."

"We aren't joining the front lines," he clarified. "We aren't cannon fodder. We are a mobile raiding party. We will hunt down lone Azure Sword Clan groups. Patrols. Transports. Scouts."

He made a cutting gesture. "We strike, we loot, and we disappear before help can arrive."

Then, his tone turned grim. "But there is one specific rule."

He gestured to a gold-marked region. "If we see golden flames... or hear the name Ye Fan... we leave. Instantly."

"The Undefeatable Monster," Mu Lianhua whispered from behind her mask.

"Yes," Wang Jian replied. "He is an unpredictable factor. We aren't ready for him. We stay away from his area entirely. Let the other fools get slaughtered by him."

He designated their roles.

"Elder Lianhua," he said, nodding. "The mask stays on. You are too famous. You are our strongest fighter, but only use your full Nascent Soul power if there is no other choice. If your aura is too loud, you'll attract enemy Elders. We want to be mosquitoes, not dragons."

"I understand," she replied.

"Lingshan," he told his wife. "You manage the field. Traps. Shields. Illusion arrays. Keep them stuck."

"I will," she vowed.

"Ruyan, you handle mobile alchemy and fire support. Ying’er, you are on assassination duty. Finish the survivors."

"And what about you, Jian?" Lingshan asked.

"I lead the charge," he said, his eyes glowing. "I'll be at the front, breaking their ranks."

He lifted a cup of wine. "To success and riches."

"To victory!" they shouted together.

That night was filled with activity. Wang Jian visited each of them.

He went to Yue Lingshan first, giving her a gentle, affectionate night to reinforce their marriage and make her feel safe before the war began.

Next was Chen Ying. It was a fierce, dominant encounter in the dark, driven by the thrill of the coming fight. He left her exhausted and ready.

He checked on the maids, making sure they were prepared to defend their home.

Finally, he went to Mu Lianhua.

He entered her room to find her waiting, still wearing the mask. It gave her naked body a strange, alluring quality.

He took her with a lingering, deep passion. Looking through the mask at her eyes, he reminded her with every motion who owned her, who gave her back her strength, and who she followed now.

"You are my instrument, Lianhua," he whispered.

"I am yours," she breathed.

The dawn arrived, painting the sky a blood-red color.

They stood outside the cave in their combat gear. Wang Jian wore dark, flexible plates, and the women were similarly armed.

Wang Jian prepared to summon a transport—the Serpent Scale Soarer was too small for this.

Instead, he summoned the grand, luxury airship that used to belong to Mu Lianhua. It was massive, featuring several decks, now repainted to look like a common trade ship.

"Get on board," he ordered.

They walked up the ramp. Wang Jian stood at the front with Yue Lingshan at his side.

The ship hummed and lifted into the air, turning south toward the smoke of the battlefield.

The scavenger had arrived at the war.