Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 973: Chen Ying and Liu Ruyan’s Core Formation

The heavy stone door of the cultivation chamber ground shut, imprisoning the master of the Cloud-Peak Pavilion within the subterranean gloom once more. The air still held the lingering, sweet aroma of his wives, Yue Lingshan and Hua Ling, a scent of jasmine and intimacy that permeated the spiritual mist. However, as the silence deepened, Wang Jian’s expression underwent a transformation. The tenderness he had displayed towards the women who captured his heart vanished like morning dew under a relentless sun, replaced by the cold, unyielding countenance of a tyrannical king preparing to forge deadly weapons.

He took his seat on the stone dais, his bare body emanating a terrifying heat. His newly attained Core Formation realm foundation pulsed like a roaring furnace. While he had generously shared a portion of his power with his wives, gently aiding their cultivation, he still possessed a formidable reservoir of volatile, chaotic energy that demanded a different kind of release. He required vessels capable of enduring the impending storm; he required his furnaces.

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Jian sent a surge of spiritual energy into a concealed communication array embedded in the floor.

’Approach,’ he commanded mentally.

In mere moments, a section of the wall slid open, revealing two figures emerging from the shadows, their movements utterly silent and imbued with profound respect.

Chen Ying, the stoic sword cultivator, was clad in a simple training robe that did little to conceal her lithe, powerful physique. Her face was a sculpted mask of cold discipline, yet her eyes blazed with fanatical devotion as they settled upon Wang Jian. Standing beside her was Liu Ruyan, the passionate alchemist, her crimson robes flowing loosely, accentuating her ample curves that swayed with a grace both innate and meticulously practiced.

They advanced towards the dais and knelt in perfect unison, their foreheads making contact with the chilled stone floor.

"Master," they intoned in unison, their voices echoing the depth of their reverence.

"Arise," Wang Jian instructed, his voice reverberating against the chamber walls with the resonant, metallic timbre of his advanced cultivation base.

The two women rose, their gazes remaining respectfully lowered. Yet, Wang Jian could clearly sense their overwhelming awe. His aura pressed down upon them, heavy and oppressive. To them, he was no longer merely a potent cultivator; he was a divine being who had transcended their very understanding.

Wang Jian casually flicked his wrist, and two jade vials materialized, hovering expectantly in the air before them. The corks detached with a soft pop, releasing a pungent, metallic aroma that permeated the room—a scent mixing blood, iron, and concentrated spiritual ozone.

"Blood-Burning Spirit Pills," Wang Jian declared.

Chen Ying and Liu Ruyan’s gazes fixated on the crimson pills suspended before them. The pills throbbed with an internal light, resembling tiny, agitated hearts. They were well aware of these legendary pills. These were forbidden elixirs, potent concoctions designed to forcibly expand the Dantian and Meridians by consuming the user’s blood essence. The agony of ingestion was rumored to be equivalent to being submerged in boiling oil, with a mortality rate exceeding fifty percent, often resulting in cultivation deviation.

"Master?" Liu Ruyan whispered, a distinct pallor emerging on her face.

"Consume them," Wang Jian commanded, his voice utterly devoid of any discernible pity. "Your foundations are robust, but your progress is too gradual. I require you to reach the Core Formation realm imminently. These pills will shatter your limitations. The resulting pain will be excruciating, feeling as though your very insides are dissolving."

He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with an intense light in the subdued illumination. "However, you shall not perish. I shall be present. I will alleviate the pain through intimacy. I will channel my Stellar Qi to guide the medicinal potency, reinforcing your Meridians, mending them to be stronger than before. You will endure profound suffering, but you will ascend."

Chen Ying displayed no hesitation. Her devotion was absolute, forged through rigorous sword training and intimate nights. She reached out, secured the pill, and swallowed it without water.

"For the Master," she pledged.

Witnessing her comrade's unwavering resolve, Liu Ruyan steeled her own nerves. She took the pill and consumed it.

For a fleeting moment, an absolute silence descended.

Then, Chen Ying involuntarily gasped, her hands flying to her throat. Her skin erupted in a violent, angry crimson flush. Wisps of steam began to rise from her pores, carrying the metallic scent of iron. Her veins visibly bulged, turning a stark black against her skin as the pill's potent energy raged through her system like a stampede of untamed dragons.

"Ah... ahhh!" Liu Ruyan shrieked, collapsing onto her knees, her hands clutching her abdomen. "It burns! Master, it burns unbearably!"

Wang Jian rose to his feet. He descended from the dais, his formidable erection already fully engorged, a weapon of flesh and blood prepared to subdue the escalating chaos.

"Endure it!" he roared, his voice a thunderous command.

He approached Chen Ying first. There was no need for gentle caresses; the pill had already superheated her body to a feverish intensity. He tore her training robe asunder, revealing her flushed, sweat-slicked skin. With a swift motion, he spun her around and bent her over the edge of the dais.

"Accept me fully!"

He thrust into her dry, unyielding depths with a single, brutal motion.

"AAAAHH!" Chen Ying screamed, the sound a complex mixture of excruciating agony and overwhelming release.

Wang Jian didn’t simply thrust; he activated the Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture, using his cock as a conduit, a lightning rod. He latched onto the chaotic, burning energy ravaging Chen Ying’s body and pulled it toward him. Stripping the violent red energy of its destructive intent by filtering it through his own Core, he pumped it back into her as refined, golden Stellar Qi.

"Focus, Chen Ying!" Wang Jian shouted, delivering a sharp slap to her buttocks. SMACK. "Use my energy! Sharpen your intent! Don’t let the pill consume you; consume it!"

Chen Ying gritted her teeth, drool escaping the corner of her mouth. She felt his immense size stretching her, grounding her. The pain was blinding, yet his rhythm offered something to cling to. Visualizing her sword intent, she imagined a hammer striking hot iron with every thrust of his hips.

‘I am the sword,’ she thought deliriously. ‘He is the smith.’

Wang Jian pounded into her, his pace unyielding. He sensed her internal muscles spasming, clamping down on him with the force of the pill’s spasms. It was incredibly tight, incredibly hot.

He switched targets. Withdrawing from Chen Ying, leaving her gasping and twitching on the stone, he seized Liu Ruyan.

The alchemist was thrashing on the floor, her own fire attribute Qi flaring uncontrollably, threatening to immolate her from within.

Wang Jian lifted her effortlessly, slamming her against the cold stone wall. He hoisted her by the hips, impaling her instantly.

"Mine!" he growled.

Liu Ruyan wailed, entwining her legs around his waist. Her body radiated scorching heat. Wang Jian absorbed the excess warmth, his own water and fire attributes neutralizing her intensity.

"Master… I’m breaking… I’m breaking…" she sobbed.

"You are forging!" Wang Jian corrected, biting her neck. "Break through the limit! Use the pain!"

For hours, the secret chamber resonated with sounds akin to a torture chamber intertwined with a harem. Screams of agony mingled with cries of ecstasy. Wang Jian tossed them like dolls, utilizing every position, his stamina seemingly infinite, his power absolute. He was the steadfast anchor in their tempest.

Chen Ying’s sword intent grew sharper, slicing the air around her even as she rode him. Liu Ruyan’s fire transformed into a cooler, purer blue flame as she bounced on his lap.

Finally, as the medicinal energy from the pills began to wane, replaced by a stable, glowing power within their dantians, the women collapsed.

Wang Jian stood amidst the disarray of torn clothes and fluids. He gazed down at them. Chen Ying lay on her back, her chest heaving, a faint sword-light shimmering across her skin. She had reached the absolute zenith of the Foundation Establishment realm, her bottleneck utterly shattered. Liu Ruyan was curled into a ball, her skin radiating a healthy, rosy luster, her foundation as solid as rock.

"You have survived," Wang Jian stated, his voice calm.

Chen Ying crawled to his feet, kissing his ankle. "Thank you… Master."

"Go," Wang Jian commanded, gesturing towards the side tunnels leading to individual seclusion cells. "The energy is settled. Go and condense your Cores. Do not emerge until you are Core Formation experts. Do not fail me."

"We will not fail," Liu Ruyan whispered, tears of gratitude welling in her eyes. They understood that without his dual cultivation, the pills would have proven fatal. He had willingly shouldered the risk to elevate them.

They crawled away, naked and spent yet stronger than ever, disappearing into the darkness to commence their seclusion.

Wang Jian remained alone. He cast a cleaning spell, banishing the sweat and blood from his skin, though the scent of intimacy lingered. He felt no fatigue; if anything, refining the pill’s energy through the women had only sharpened his own edge.

He sensed a presence just outside the main array. A familiar, subservient aura.

"Enter," he spoke, his voice carrying through the stone.

The main door groaned open.

Hua Yimei, the Sect Leader of the Fragrance Melody Sect, stepped inside.

She was adorned in the attire Wang Jian favored for her private visits—a robe of sheer, translucent black silk that offered no concealment. Beneath the silk, her voluptuous, mature physique was fully exposed. Her ample breasts swayed significantly with each step, her wide hips shifting with a provocative grace. Her hair was pinned loosely, revealing the elegant curve of her neck.

She observed Wang Jian standing in the room's center, naked and exuding power. She instantly perceived the terrifying pressure of his newly advanced cultivation, which washed over her like a tidal wave, weakening her knees. It was the aura of a predator that had ascended to the apex of the food chain.

Hua Yimei immediately dropped to her knees, pressing her forehead to the floor. The slave seal on her soul vibrated with a mixture of apprehension and adoration.

"Master," she breathed out. "Congratulations on your advancement."

"Rise, Yimei," Wang Jian stated, walking towards her. He insisted she remain seated. He reached down, his hand grasping her hair, pulling her face upward to meet his gaze. "You have managed the sect admirably during my seclusion. You kept the nuisances at bay."

"It is my duty," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his features before reluctantly lowering to his physique, unable to resist.

"You have been a good dog," Wang Jian praised. "Come here."

He took a small step back, widening his stance.

Hua Yimei’s compliance was immediate. She advanced on her hands and knees, the thin robe bunching near her waist, revealing her smooth, pale posterior. Upon reaching him, she buried her face into his lap.

Her ministrations showcased the practiced skill of a woman expertly trained. Her tongue, her lips, the deep suction from her throat – she worshipped him.

"Your daughter," Wang Jian remarked nonchalantly, gazing at the top of her head as she performed her duties. "She achieved a breakthrough to the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment before I entered seclusion. She inquired about you."

Hua Yimei faltered momentarily, then resumed her actions, looking up at him with wide, apprehensive eyes. She pulled back slightly, a strand of saliva still linking her lips to him. "Did she... did she happen to say anything? Does she... despise me?"

A smirk played on Wang Jian's lips as he reached down, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. "Hate you? No. She holds pity for you. She believes you are a martyr."

Hua Yimei's eyes widened. "A... martyr?"

"I conveyed that my cultivation technique necessitates an intense, ferocious release of Yang Qi," Wang Jian fabricated with practiced ease. "I informed her that you willingly bear the brunt of my desires, allowing me to use and abuse you. She perceives you as sacrificing your body for the sake of my cultivation."

A tangled mixture of emotions flickered across Hua Yimei's face. Relief washed over her, knowing her daughter harbored no contempt. Shame followed, recognizing the alarming proximity of the falsehood to the grim reality. And a dark, peculiar satisfaction bloomed, stemming from the knowledge that she alone experienced the true, unvarnished Wang Jian—the savage he concealed from all others.

"She holds you in high regard," Wang Jian added. "She cherishes her mother deeply."

"I comprehend..." Hua Yimei whispered, averting her gaze. "Then... I must persist in safeguarding her."

"Indeed," Wang Jian concurred. "You must."

He gripped her arms, pulling her upright. "And now, Sect Leader, your recompense is due. Along with your enhancement."

He turned her around, pressing her against the rough, cavernous stone wall. His body pressed against her back, his erection a hard point against her hindquarters.

"My breakthrough has altered my Qi," Wang Jian murmured by her ear. "Previously, I was compelled to infuse you with my Stellar Yang Qi to sustain your cultivation, akin to a depleting battery requiring a recharge. It was a burden. A restraint."

Hua Yimei nodded against the cold stone. She vividly recalled the sensation of fading energy, the gnawing fear that accompanied the need for replenishment.

"No longer," Wang Jian declared. "Today, I shall fortify your foundation permanently. My Stellar Demonic Qi will be integrated into your core. You will no longer rely on me for the sustenance of your realm. You will achieve self-sufficiency."

Hua Yimei froze. "Master? Are you... releasing me?"

"Freeing you?" Wang Jian scoffed, a low, resonant sound that reverberated through her frame. "Nay, Yimei. I am elevating you. While you will not require my Qi for survival, your entire being will yearn for it to flourish. With my essence fused into your foundation, your absorption rate will accelerate threefold. Your power will possess greater density, profound weight. You shall stand as a formidable entity among Middle Stage cultivators. However, the energy... it will forever acknowledge me as its genesis. It will eternally ache for its origin."

He secured her hips. "Prepare yourself."

He entered her from behind.

"AAAAH!" Hua Yimei shrieked as he thrust himself fully within her.

The experience was markedly different this time. It transcended mere physical union; it was a spiritual intrusion. Wang Jian’s newly formed Core Formation Qi surged into her. It felt dense, commanding, like molten mercury coursing through her veins. It sought out the deficiencies in her foundation—the imperfections stemming from her lackluster cultivation technique, the ravages of time—and meticulously filled them.

"Circulate your technique!" Wang Jian bellowed, striking her hip.

Hua Yimei complied, her body trembling with the sheer intensity of the sensation. She initiated her Fragrance Melody Scripture, yet the process felt alien. As she drew in the ambient Qi from the surroundings, Wang Jian’s energy seized it, condensed it, and propelled it into her dantian with overwhelming force.

He coupled with her in a rhythm that mirrored the throbbing of the spiritual energy. Thrust. Pulse. Thrust. Pulse.

The rough stone abraded her breasts, leaving her nipples exquisitely sensitive. Her gossamer robe tore further during the struggle, now hanging from her in tatters.