Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

by Stayrr

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As the five women—Hong Meilin, Bixi Shuyan, Jin Meixiang, Guan Yin, and Xu Yuting—immersed themselves in the essence of the Elemental Sparks, a series of majestic phenomenon unfurled, invoking the awe and wonder of ancient legends whispered throughout the world.

Hong Meilin, and her spirit the Aquatic Seraphic Empress, stood amidst a breathtaking display of power.

Water coalesced around her, taking on the form of a celestial being—a Water Elemental Holy Angel.

This majestic entity radiated ethereal light, embodying the harmonious union of water's immense force and holy abilities.

Bixi Shuyan experienced an awe-inspiring transformation as the essence of the Wind Element coursed through her veins.

Above her head, a resplendent manifestation of a majestic Nine-Tailed Zephyr Fox materialized, its lustrous tails flowing with an ethereal grace.

Its presence exuded an aura of untamed elegance, evoking ancient tales of mythical creatures and their mysterious wisdom.

Jin Meixiang became a vessel for electrifying power.

Lightning crackled around her form, converging into the shape of a magnificent beast—the Thunderstorm Leopard Sovereign.

Its sleek, lithe body shimmered with an otherworldly glow, embodying the sheer force and speed of lightning itself.

Legends spoke of this formidable creature, whose roar shook the heavens and unleashed devastating storms upon its adversaries.

Guan Yin harnessed the profound strength of the Earth Element.

A monumental Spirit Manifestation took shape of a Earthforged Goliath of colossal proportions. Carved from the very bedrock of the earth, its stony exterior radiated an unyielding fortitude.

The ground trembled beneath its mighty footsteps, embodying the legends of ancient golems said to possess the power to reshape landscapes.

Xu Yuting embraced her Flame Element with newfound prowess. Her Spirit Manifestation embodied the essence of a rare and majestic bird spirit—a Crimson Ember Falcon.

With fiery plumage ablaze and wings aglow, it soared through the skies, leaving trails of scorching embers in its wake.

Legends whispered of this enigmatic bird, its presence igniting passions and guiding alchemists towards perfection.

A surge of energy rippled through the air as Hong Meilin, Jin Meixiang, Guan Yin, and Xu Yuting gathered in the chamber.

Though they were humans, their connection to the elements had brought forth a wondrous phenomenon known as spirit manifestation.

Bixi Shuyan, being a beast, experienced a bloodline manifestation, a testament to her unique lineage.

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The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their newly awakened powers. Their bodies thrummed with energy, their spirits ablaze with newfound brilliance.

Each step they took exuded confidence and strength, their physiques transformed by the infusion of elemental essence from the extraordinary Elemental Sparks.

Wang Jian's eyes gleamed with a perverse delight; his heart swelled with a twisted sense of satisfaction as he witnessed the remarkable growth in these women.

The evolution they had undergone made them even more enticing to him, stoking the fires of his dark desires.

Among the five women, Wang Jian had already indulged in illicit relations with Bixi Shuyan. However, his insatiable appetite urged him to seek out the others, to ensnare them in his web of depravity.

Hong Meilin, with her connection to him, seemed ripe for his advances. He relished the thought of claiming her as his own.

Jin Meixiang, with her favorable disposition towards him, presented an opportunity too tempting to ignore.

Wang Jian schemed to exploit her loyalty to her clan, persuading them to betray their current allegiances and align themselves with his malevolent cause.

With the power he had amassed on the battlefield, convincing them to succumb to his will seemed like an achievable conquest.

Xu Yuting, although not yet part of his immediate plans, was not exempt from his nefarious intentions.

He knew well the art of manipulation and calculated that leveraging the influential Xie Family and the Dao of Alchemy Society would pave the way for his control over her. He envisioned a future where her talent and power would serve his twisted desires.

And then there was Guan Yin, a broken soul tormented by the betrayal of her childhood friend, Ye Chen.

Wang Jian saw her vulnerability as an opportunity to exploit her emotional turmoil. Offering support in her time of need was nothing more than a ploy to ensnare her, to make her a pawn in his dark games, all in exchange for the gratification of his depraved desires.

Wang Jian's twisted desires extended beyond the five women. There were two more targets on his dark path: Elder Hua and his dear second sister, Wang Ying.

Elder Hua, much like Guan Yin, couldn't escape the disappointment that accompanied Ye Chen's treacherous alliance with the demons.

However, her emotional devastation would be less profound, for her connection to Ye Chen was not as intimate.

As for Wang Ying, her sorrow would manifest not in the realm of emotions but rather in the realm of business. She had cunningly expanded her faction by capitalizing on Ye Chen's influential connections.

With his defection to the side of demons, she stood to lose a substantial amount of support that she had cunningly acquired.

However, Wang Jian knew that Wang Ying presented a unique challenge. Their intricate familial ties as half-siblings, sharing the same father but different mothers, coupled with their elevated royal status, made it exceedingly complex for him to establish dominance over her.

Conquering her completely would require an unparalleled and wicked approach, one that strayed far from the boundaries of morality.

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While this event occurred on the battlefield, an astonishing spectacle unfolded deep within the pit where Zyrithia and her devoted faction had ventured.

Brandishing her revered Ancestral Nether Scythe, Zyrithia skillfully shattered numerous seals that barred their path, leading them to their ultimate objective—the revered Ancestral Totem of the Oceanic Tempest Storm Devil Clan.

As their footsteps neared the totem, an ethereal concoction of various elements permeated the atmosphere, coalescing into a tempestuous maelstrom. The very air crackled with a unique blend of energies, unleashing a storm of unprecedented proportions around the sacred artifact.

Zyrithia and her loyal followers were caught off guard as they came into contact with the unleashed fury of the storm.

Its ferocity was incomparable, even to a King Realm demon like Zyrithia, as each droplet of rain pierced her flesh with agonizing pain, every gust of wind slashed through the air like a thousand razor-sharp blades, and sparks danced maliciously, threatening to consume them all.

Amidst the chaos, many of her comrades suffered grievous injuries mere moments after the storm's touch. Surviving this onslaught was a testament to their arduous training, which had elevated their bodies far beyond the ordinary limits of their demonic heritage.

Yet, Zyrithia knew that their survival was fleeting. The storm's deadly embrace would soon claim the lives of her subordinates if they remained entangled within its malicious grip.

Determination etched on her face, she clenched her teeth and summoned the power of her Ancestral Nether Scythe, erecting a protective sphere around them, shielding her faction from the storm's wrath.

Alas, this barrier offered them no means of progressing further, leaving them at an impasse.

In this perilous moment, a flicker of realization ignited within Ye Chen's mind.

A surge of inspiration coursed through his veins as he discovered a revelation—a means to withstand the storm's onslaught.

Unleashing his formidable Body Cultivation Technique, the Divine Bone Transformation Technique, Ye Chen resolved to endure the storm's relentless assault.

Through enduring this trial, his body cultivation would ascend to new heights, fortified by the storm's devastating power.

Additionally, any absorbed demonic essence would be promptly channeled into the enigmatic Chaos Essence Bead, further fueling his cultivation.

With steely resolve, Ye Chen's voice resounded amidst the raging tempest. "Allow me to venture beyond the confines of this barrier," he declared.

Zyrithia's gaze fixed upon Ye Chen, her brow furrowing in perplexed curiosity.

Was he dauntless or simply ignorant of the imminent peril? Did he not comprehend the inescapable doom that awaited him upon reentering the storm's wrathful embrace?

Nevertheless, Zyrithia's thoughts were momentarily consumed by her primary objective, rendering her indifferent to Ye Chen's fate.

Without hesitation, she flung him out of the protective barrier, casting him back into the swirling chaos, where the full force of the storm assailed him once more.

Undeterred by the impending danger, Ye Chen embraced the storm's chaotic onslaught, unleashing the full might of his body cultivation technique to weather its fury.

In this crucible of adversity, his determination burned brighter than ever, forging an indomitable spirit that defied the storm's wrath and beckoned the profound power that lay hidden within.

The Chaos Essence Bead reveled in its role, unfailingly fulfilling Ye Chen's expectations. Swiftly, it transformed the malevolent Demonic Essence he had absorbed, transmuting it into a life-giving elixir that prioritized his healing and rejuvenation.

In the wake of this miraculous transformation, Ye Chen's battered form stirred with renewed vigor.

Rising from the ground with deliberate grace, he cast aside the remnants of his tattered attire and embarked upon a resolute stride toward the revered Ancestral Totem.

Every step he took was an assertion of his indomitable will, defying the lingering tempest's wrath. The storm's relentless assault became an orchestration of resistance, a symphony of resilience, as Ye Chen pressed forward undeterred.

With each stride, his aura intensified, radiating a palpable determination that rippled through the turbulent atmosphere.

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Moments stretched into eternity as Ye Chen stood before the awe-inspiring Ancestral Totem of the Oceanic Tempest Storm Devil Clan. A shiver coursed through his veins, anticipation mingling with trepidation, as he steadied himself for the imminent encounter.

With bated breath, Ye Chen extended a trembling hand, his fingers brushing against the weathered surface of the totem. The moment his touch made contact, a surge of potent spiritual energy surged through his being, jolting his senses and igniting a symphony of whispers in the depths of his mind.

A voice, cold yet exuding an air of pride, echoed within the recesses of his consciousness. "...You are not a member of my clan. Die!"

Instantaneously, the storm that encircled Ye Chen coalesced into a malevolent force, its intent clear: to rend him asunder, to obliterate the intruder who dared to lay claim to its sacred totem.

But fortune favored Ye Chen in his darkest hour. The Divine Bone Transformation Technique upgraded at this moment to the sixth stage and elevated him to an ethereal state of invincibility, rendering him impervious to the storm's relentless assault.

Through a stroke of providence, the elemental sparks placed above the seal had gradually absorbed the waning Elemental Intents within the tempest's maelstrom, their power tempered by the passage of millennia.

These Elemental Intents, though weakened by the ravages of time, still possessed a ferocity capable of decimating even a King Realm demon if exposed for too long.

Yet, Ye Chen's unwavering luck bestowed upon him the gift of a formidable body cultivation technique—a precious shield against the storm's wrath.

And, to his everlasting fortune, the Chaos Essence Bead transformed the very essence of his injuries, converting the demonic fury within the tempest's assault into vital energy that mended his wounds with each passing moment.

As the storm raged on, its fury intensified against the indomitable spirit before it. Ye Chen, resolute in the face of adversity, braved the onslaught, his body a bastion of fortitude.

The spiritual consciousness ensconced within the Ancestral Totem regarded Ye Chen with a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction, impressed by his enigmatic techniques, indomitable willpower, and the array of artifacts he possessed. With a voice dripping with pride, it addressed him, "It appears that you are blessed with a generous dose of providence. Perhaps you can prove yourself worthy of inheriting my formidable bloodline."

Ye Chen's response was swift and unwavering, his voice laced with determination. "I am human, and I refuse to become a demon," he declared firmly, his face betraying no hint of wavering resolve.

The spiritual consciousness scoffed, its tone dripping with mocking disdain. "You must do better than that to deceive me, foolish human. I can sense your true emotions, and I sensed your excitement when the prospect of inheriting my mighty bloodline was presented to you."

A glint of coldness flickered in Ye Chen's eyes as he retorted, "There is no need for deception. I won't deny my initial excitement, but I am well aware of the consequences that come with acquiring a demon bloodline. I would be despised by those closest to me in the Empire."

Once again, the spiritual consciousness sneered, derisively mocking Ye Chen. "Oh, how naive you are! Allow me to enlighten you. Once you embrace my bloodline, your physique, spirit, and bloodline will undergo a transformative change, elevating your potential to unprecedented heights. Your current physique, spirit, and bloodline pale in comparison to your extraordinary techniques and treasures and the gap between you and other geniuses in the world will slowly widen. My bloodline will bridge that gap and even allow you to surpass them. Furthermore, I am prepared to share a glimpse of my profound insights into the elements, granting you the Medium Level Insight in not one, but three different elements."

Ye Chen's eyes glimmered with desire as he absorbed the weight of the spiritual consciousness's offers.

Uttering with a tremor in his voice, Ye Chen exclaimed, "Medium level insights in three different elements? That is simply astounding!"

The spiritual consciousness retorted with a cold edge, its tone dripping with disdain. "Hmph! If it weren't for those accursed Elemental Sparks, which absorbed my essence over these millennia, I could have easily bestowed upon you a domain! Alas, the assistance I can provide is limited."

Ye Chen couldn't help but speak with a tinge of uncertainty. "If I return as a devil, my comrades will undoubtedly despise me. I do not wish to be their object of hatred."

Sensing Ye Chen's faltering conviction, the spiritual consciousness knew it needed to provide one final incentive. "At this pivotal juncture, human, you have two choices. You can remain weak and maintain your amicable relationships with humans, or you can seize unparalleled strength and potential, allowing you to claim everything you desire."

Ye Chen scoffed in response, his voice brimming with contemptuous arrogance. "What a truly demonic answer. But I understand the logic. Once I attain unrivaled power, I shall take whatever I desire and eliminate anyone who refuses to bend to my will!"

The spiritual consciousness chuckled darkly, relishing in Ye Chen's naivety and foolishness. It continued to speak, its voice dripping with an insidious allure, "...Now, I shall gift you a mere droplet of my bloodline essence. It shall fuse with your feeble human blood marrow, reshaping it completely."

Before Ye Chen, a radiant droplet of brilliant blue blood materialized. With his index finger, he delicately touched the droplet, feeling its pulsating power seep through his skin and merge with his essence.

However, the ancestral spiritual consciousness had conveniently omitted one crucial detail—the excruciating pain that accompanied the absorption of this bloodline essence into his bone marrow.

An onslaught of agony engulfed Ye Chen's being, assaulting his bloodline, physique, and spirit in a relentless torrent.

It felt as if his bloodline were being forcibly inundated with surging water, causing his meridians to expand with painful force. Every fiber of his being screamed in protest as his bloodline underwent profound transformation.

The wind element of the devil bloodline lashed at Ye Chen's physique from within, slashing through his flesh, only to be swiftly regenerated with newfound strength and infused with the essence of a devil. His body metamorphosed, growing exponentially mightier.

And then, the sparks of lightning crackled through Ye Chen's spirit, subjecting it to a torturous forging. The agony bore down upon him, testing the limits of his endurance.

What exacerbated Ye Chen's frustration was the simultaneous torment of all three aspects—spirit, bloodline, and physique. The trifecta of agony clashed within him, threatening to consume his consciousness.

Despite his indomitable willpower, Ye Chen succumbed to the overwhelming torment, slipping into unconsciousness. It was a natural response to such immense suffering.

Fortunately, the ever-vigilant Chaos Essence Bead continued its automatic intervention, converting the demonic essence into vital energy to facilitate Ye Chen's healing, unknowingly aiding him in his unconscious state.

As Ye Chen stirred from his prolonged slumber, he blinked his eyes, unaware of the hours that had slipped away like a fleeting dream. The fusion of his bone marrow with the drop of demonic bloodline had transformed him, empowering his body to generate its own devil blood—an embodiment of power rivaling the purity of the ancestral blood.

Suddenly, the resonant voice of the ancestral spiritual consciousness echoed within Ye Chen's mind, proclaiming its identity, "I am the Storm Devil God, and you, Ye Chen, are now my chosen inheritor! All the treasures within this sacred totem shall be yours."

Before Ye Chen, a wondrous assortment of treasures materialized, capturing his wide-eyed gaze. Among them stood a Heavy Sword of extraordinary craftsmanship, imbued with the essence and unique abilities bestowed by the Storm Devil God.

This sword possessed an inherent greatness that set it apart.

Its most remarkable attribute was its dominion over the tempestuous elements of the storm. With a mere wield, it could absorb the very essence of wind, water, and lightning, replenishing the qi of its bearer.

Legends whispered that the one who held this sword would never falter from exhaustion, able to unleash their full might without restraint, eternally.

Ye Chen's heart quickened with anticipation as he grasped the hilt of the Heavy Sword.

He could feel the pulsating energy coursing through his veins, resonating with the storm elements that swirled around him.

It was as if he had become an extension of the tempest itself—a vessel for its unfathomable power.

Among the vast array of treasures, Ye Chen's exploration of the Storm Devil God's Ancestral Totem brought him face to face with even more remarkable artifacts:

As he delved deeper, his eyes fell upon the Galestep Boots.

These boots, crafted from the ethereal essence of howling winds, exuded an aura of unstoppable swiftness.

Their sleek, obsidian exterior seemed to whisper promises of unparalleled agility and breathtaking speed.

When Ye Chen donned them, he felt an electric surge coursing through his veins, granting him the ability to blur through space and time itself.

Each step became a dance with the wind, propelling him forward in graceful bounds, evading attacks with breathtaking precision.

With heightened anticipation, Ye Chen's gaze shifted to the next treasure, the Tempest Armor.

Forged from the impenetrable scales of a mythical storm dragon, the armor seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy.

Its iridescent surface reflected the shimmering colors of a tempestuous sky, and as Ye Chen adorned it, he could feel an impenetrable barrier forming around him.

The armor weakened elemental assaults with ease, be it the searing flames of fire, the biting frost of ice, or the corrosive force of acid.

Eyes alight with excitement, Ye Chen turned his attention to the Cyclone Ring.

Its metallic band was adorned with an intricate engraving of a swirling vortex, and as he slipped it onto his finger, a surge of power coursed through his body.

With a mere thought, the atmosphere around him responded, swirling into a maelstrom of unleashed energy.

The ring granted him dominion over the very air itself, becoming a conductor of chaos and a harbinger of destruction.

But the treasures did not end there. Among the hoard, Ye Chen discovered a large, weathered tome. Its pages, filled with intricate diagrams and cryptic symbols, revealed the Storm Devil God's techniques and unique array formations. These ancient secrets held immense power, capable of turning the tide of battles.

"Now, it's time that I share my insights of elements with you."

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Three arduous hours had passed since Ye Chen absorbed the Storm Devil God's profound insights, elevating his own understanding of the laws of wind, lightning, and water to the coveted medium level.

Simultaneously, his cultivation soared to the exalted King Realm.

Such an extraordinary breakthrough filled him with an intoxicating sense of invincibility, prompting him to harbor audacious beliefs that he could vanquish any opponent within the King Realm.

As the storm subsided, a resplendent calm settled around the Ancestral Totem.

It was then that Zyrithia and her faction cautiously approached, their eyes widening in astonishment at the sight before them.

There stood Ye Chen, exuding an aura unmistakably devilish, a testament to his absorption of the ancestral devil blood contained within the totem.

In that moment, Zyrithia's mind raced, adapting swiftly to the unexpected turn of events. Her initial plan to secure the bloodline for a close comrade had been foiled by Ye Chen, but she refused to succumb to despair.

Instead, her sharp intellect swiftly devised a cunning stratagem to maintain control of the situation.

Facing Zyrithia, Ye Chen's voice sliced through the air, laced with cold disdain. "I have but one question for you. Why did you demons conspire to frame me?"

Zyrithia, feigning innocence, responded with a carefully crafted innocence, "I do not understand what you mean. Why would we conspire against someone as insignificant as you?"

Enveloped in a whirlwind of fury, Ye Chen bellowed, his words laced with indignation. "Do not play dumb with me! You were well aware of my innocence and yet you orchestrated a grand scheme to falsely accuse me! It is because of your machinations that my comrades now despise me! Why did you plot against me with such malicious intent?"

His voice thundered, resonating with a blend of rage and the potent aura of his newfound demonic energy.

Even Zyrithia's comrades involuntarily recoiled, their gazes fixated on Ye Chen's intense power.

Zyrithia, eyes rolling with disdain, tightened her grip on her Ancestral Nether Scythe. "Do not delude yourself. Why would I waste my efforts scheming against a lowly human like you? Firstly, I saved your life as a token of gratitude for a favor owed. Secondly, I framed you merely to divert the attention of the second princess, who posed a threat to my plans. If anyone is to blame, it is your own comrades for their lack of trust and faith in you, not me."

Her words dripped with contempt, challenging Ye Chen's accusations head-on, while subtly sowing seeds of doubt in his head for his allies.

Her words, like venomous serpents, struck at the core of Ye Chen's being. A pang of hurt washed over his face, betraying his vulnerability to Zyrithia's manipulative words. In that moment, it seemed as though he, too, believed the deception woven around him. The sting of betrayal from those he held dear gnawed at his soul.

Had Ye Chen possessed a cooler temperament and sharper intellect, he might have discerned the intricately spun web of manipulation that had ensnared him. He would have realized that the fault did not lie with his comrades for their misguided trust, but rather with the masterful orchestration that had led them astray.

Alas, in the throes of wounded pride and broken bonds, such clarity eluded him.

Zyrithia's voice took on a sinister allure, laced with devilish charm that seemed to seduce the very air around her. "It is plain to see, Ye Chen, that you have embraced the inheritance of the mighty Storm Devil God, willingly becoming a devil. In this predicament, you have but one path left to tread—to join forces with me. Otherwise, these wretched humans will relentlessly hunt you down, and your life will be snuffed out at their hands."

Ye Chen's brow furrowed, contemplating the weight of Zyrithia's proposition.

He knew all too well that the might of the Empire far surpassed his own, and even with the newfound power granted by the devil bloodline and his ascension to the King Realm, an Emperor Realm expert could effortlessly crush him like an insignificant insect.

Just as Ye Chen prepared to give his response, a tremor surged through the barrier that Zyrithia had erected over the pit, causing it to shatter into countless shards.

Astonishment painted her features, for she had constructed this barrier using her Ancestral Nether Devil Scythe's potent powers, fortified by her High-Level Insights in the Demonic Cursed Element.

It should have been an impregnable defense, resistant even to those with equally advanced insights. Yet, the barrier had crumbled before her eyes, leaving her shaken and bewildered.

Ye Chen's gaze turned frigid as he locked eyes with the man entering the pit—Wang Jian. To his dismay, Wang Jian was accompanied by two stunning women, Stella and Lady Zhuoran. The sight fueled a potent blend of hatred and jealousy within Ye Chen's heart, a venomous cocktail that threatened to consume his every thought.

A torrent of emotions surged through Ye Chen as he saw the two women standing by Wang Jian's side.

Their allure only intensified his envy towards Wang Jian, igniting a twisted fire within him.

Stella, in particular, fixated her gaze upon Ye Chen with seething hatred. He had shattered her trust and left her wounded, and now, she yearned to rend him apart, piece by agonizing piece.

"FIGHT!" Ye Chen's voice boomed, laced with unwavering determination. With a surge of willpower, he unleashed the full might of his Oceanic Tempest Storm Devil Bloodline, the very essence of his newfound power.

Zyrithia and her faction swiftly shifted from their positions, their movements shrouded within the raging storm that surrounded them. In perfect synchrony, they advanced toward their adversaries, ready to unleash chaos upon them.

Wang Jian, however, remained eerily composed amidst the escalating turmoil. His eyes bore into Stella, his voice a sinister whisper that seemed to be implanted deep her mind. "...This was his plan all along. Ye Chen sought to attain this devil bloodline to bolster his own strength. That is why he colluded with these demons."

As the words left his lips, Wang Jian exuded an air of calculated intelligence and malevolence.

Gritting her teeth, Stella's resolve hardened like tempered steel. Her eyes blazed with an unquenchable fire of determination. "Rest assured, he shall pay dearly for his treachery!"

She had an unwavering faith in Wang Jian's words, fully embracing the notion that Ye Chen's betrayal warranted swift and unforgiving retribution.

In a swift motion, Wang Jian unsheathed his sword, intercepting Zyrithia's scythe with unparalleled precision.

The shock that coursed through Zyrithia was palpable, for her scythe held an insidious power that typically corroded any weapon that dared to clash with it.

Yet, Wang Jian's blade remained untarnished, forged from a mysterious metal impervious to her cursed element.

Regaining her composure, Zyrithia swiftly redirected her attention, channeling the dark energies of her scythe towards Wang Jian. Sinister tendrils of malevolence spiraled around his body, aiming to ensnare him within an inescapable curse.

With a smug grin etched upon her lips, Zyrithia proclaimed her imminent victory, her voice laced with triumph.

"This curse shall sow chaos within your very qi, rendering you powerless to fight against me. Kekeke..." Her laughter reverberated with sinister delight.

However, her triumph was short-lived, abruptly halted as intense flames erupted from Wang Jian's being, engulfing him in an infernal aura. The flames devoured the curse that had sought to shackle him, leaving Zyrithia dumbfounded.

"What?! How is this possible? Do you possess High-Level Insights in the Flame Element?" Zyrithia stammered in disbelief.

Wang Jian responded with a wicked smile, his voice dripping with malevolence. "Not only the flame element, my dear."

Before Zyrithia could decipher his cryptic words, multiple tendrils of earthen energy surged towards her, attempting to constrict her.

She attempted to evade the onslaught, but her efforts proved futile as Wang Jian's lightning-infused fist made contact with her gut.

A searing pain tore through Zyrithia's core as she fiercely employed her demonic energy to withstand Wang Jian's assault.

Meanwhile, Stella found herself locked in a fierce battle against Ye Chen, and the tides were decidedly against her.

Ye Chen's unparalleled power, fueled by his tempestuous bloodline, overshadowed even Tristan's.

His attacks, infused with Demonic Qi and medium-level insights into wind, water, and lightning elements, overwhelmed Stella's defenses.

Despite Stella's advancement in wind element insights, courtesy of the essence of Wind Sparks, she remained outmatched.

Ye Chen deftly exploited his mastery over water and lightning, defanging her attacks while launching his own onslaught.

Stella clung to survival, utilizing her formidable illusion techniques and potent spiritual assaults to momentarily disorient Ye Chen and create fleeting opportunities for escape.

Meanwhile, Lady Zhuoran valiantly engaged Zyrithia's subordinates, utilizing the Oceanic Pearl Bead to amplify her water-based abilities.

Cascading waves surged forth, engulfing her adversaries in a relentless deluge, rendering them defenseless in the face of her formidable powers.

Amidst his intense battle with Zyrithia, Wang Jian skillfully maintained his heightened senses, keenly aware of the unfolding battles involving Stella and Lady Zhuoran.

A malicious and wicked grin stretched across Wang Jian's face as he sensed Stella's precarious position, her struggle turning increasingly dire.

Seizing a fleeting opportunity, Wang Jian infused his legs with potent Earth Energy, propelling himself towards Zyrithia with explosive force. The impact of his powerful kick sent her hurtling against the pit's stone walls; her body wracked with pain as she involuntarily coughed up blood.

Without sparing her a second thought, Wang Jian redirected his attention to Stella, his eyes narrowing as he observed her ensnared within a tempest conjured by Ye Chen. The thunderous onslaught crackled and surged around her, a deadly dance of electricity and fury.

Ye Chen had deftly dispelled Stella's onslaught of wind blades, replacing it with a formidable thunderstorm that rapidly encroached upon her. The air hummed with charged particles, poised to detonate upon Ye Chen's command, promising grievous injury and devastation to Stella's fragile form.

A sinister, depraved grin twisted Wang Jian's face, his cunning mind concocting a twisted plan. With his intentions concealed, he swiftly propelled his body towards Stella, planning to become a deceptive savior in the making.

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Ye Chen's eyes widened in disbelief as he beheld Wang Jian's audacious charge into the heart of his tempestuous maelstrom, intended to wreak havoc upon Stella.

A flicker of shock passed across his face, swiftly giving way to a sinister grin that etched its way onto his features.

In that moment, Ye Chen felt a surge of exhilaration, convinced that he held the power to inflict grave harm upon both his adversaries simultaneously.

Seizing the opportunity with calculated precision, Ye Chen unleashed the dormant thunderstorm particles, activating a cataclysmic chain reaction of explosions.

Each detonation pulsated with the formidable might of medium-level insights into the Laws of Lightning, their volatile bursts intertwined with the sinister essence of his demonic heritage.

Ye Chen's anticipation swelled as he envisioned the devastating consequences that awaited both Stella and Wang Jian.

However, the reality that unfolded before him defied his expectations. Contrary to his grim projections, Wang Jian and Stella remained unscathed amidst the chaos and fury of the thunderous explosions.

Unbeknownst to Ye Chen, Wang Jian had cunningly harnessed his high-level insights in the Earth Element, fortifying his defenses to withstand the onslaught of lightning explosions.

As for Stella, she found herself enveloped in the sheltering embrace of Wang Jian's formidable and tempestuous arms.

In the throes of chaos, his hands roamed freely, traversing the contours of her seductive form until they found rest upon her tantalizing curves, even venturing audaciously to caress her supple buttocks.

Never in his life could Ye Chen have imagined that Wang Jian and Stella stood locked in an intimate and suggestive embrace, defying the destructive forces of lightning explosions that raged around them.

The audacity of Wang Jian's actions stemmed from his calculated understanding of the situation.

He discerned that the essence of the world, the very fabric of existence itself, would not bring harm upon him in this pivotal moment, for he was, ostensibly, protecting Stella.

As for the liberties he took in indulging in Stella's captivating beauty, Wang Jian wagered on her trust and the favorable impression she held of him.

He knew that, even if he dared to explore her allure, Stella's unwavering faith in him would attribute it to a mere accident, allowing him to easily take advantage of her.

The lingering smoke dissipated, revealing Wang Jian's firm grip releasing Stella's delicate form. With an elegant twirl, he turned his gaze towards Ye Chen, a glint of determination in his eyes.

"You have surprisingly managed to endure my onslaught, but don't be happy too soon because my next strike will be even stronger," Ye Chen bellowed, his voice resounding with unyielding resolve.

His fingers danced along the hilt of the enigmatic Heavy Sword; an artifact of unfathomable power bestowed upon him by the ancient Storm Devil God's Ancestral Totem.

Stella yearned to surge forward, eager to confront Ye Chen and lend her aid, but Wang Jian's outstretched arm barred her path. His voice resonated with unwavering determination as he issued his command.

"Proceed swiftly and aid Lady Zhuoran in her struggle against those vile demons," Wang Jian urged, his words carrying a resolute tone. "I shall confront Ye Chen alone."

A flicker of protest rose within Stella's heart, longing to interject, yet a momentary glance at Lady Zhuoran's increasingly precarious situation stifled her words.

The demons had adapted to Lady Zhuoran's predictable sequence of attacks, a troubling development that demanded immediate attention.

Resigned to the harsh reality, Stella reluctantly acknowledged the truth. In her current state, she would prove an ineffective ally to Wang Jian in his fateful clash against Ye Chen.

Accepting the bitter reality, she concluded that her withdrawal would ultimately serve the greater cause.

The clash between Wang Jian and Ye Chen unfolded into a relentless and tumultuous battle.

Wang Jian's lips curled into a derisive sneer as he sensed the familiar presence of medium level insights in the Wind and Lightning Laws emanating from Ye Chen. A subtle intuition whispered to him that Ye Chen had likely acquired a similar level of insight in the Water Element as well.

Such abilities were befitting of a protagonist, Wang Jian mused.

Drawing upon the True Eyes bestowed upon him, Wang Jian obtained a glimpse into the statistical essence of their encounter. The numbers unveiled a stark reality:

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Wang Jian: 40,123

Protagonist Ye Chen: 154,111

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The figures revealed that, on the surface, Wang Jian lacked the luck to deliver a death blow to Ye Chen. However, Wang Jian understood all too well that it didn't mean he couldn't defeat Ye Chen.

Fueled by his indomitable resolve, Wang Jian entered into a fierce engagement with Ye Chen. Unlike his adversary, who had attained medium level insights in Wind, Lightning, and Water Elemental Laws, Wang Jian boasted a far-reaching repertoire.

High-level insights into Wind, Lightning, Water, Earth, and Flame Elemental Laws coursed through his veins, granting him absolute control over these formidable elements.

The clash began in a whirlwind of motion, with Ye Chen launching himself forward in a lightning-fast charge.

Utilizing his medium level insight in the Wind Element, he became a blur, his movements a symphony of grace and speed.

His blade sliced through the air, aiming to strike Wang Jian with precision and ferocity.

Wang Jian, however, was no stranger to the tempestuous nature of battle. In a display of absolute mastery, he deftly evaded Ye Chen's onslaught, his body seemingly guided by an invisible hand.

Ye Chen, fueled by his demonic essence, wielded the imposing Stormbringer Devil Heavy Sword with grace and precision.

Every swing of his blade was infused with the raw power of the storm, crackling with lightning and emanating an ominous aura. His attacks came in swift succession, the blade slicing through the air with deadly intent.

Wang Jian, undeterred by Ye Chen's onslaught, met each strike head-on with his Tyrannical Sovereign's Blade.

His movements were fluid and calculated, as he seamlessly transitioned between defensive maneuvers and counterattacks. The gleaming blade shimmered with a metallic sheen, a testament to its resilience and formidable strength.

As the clash of their weapons reverberated through the battlefield, Wang Jian showcased his mastery over the five elemental laws.

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a whirlwind infused with the power of the Wind Element, engulfing Ye Chen in a cyclone of razor-sharp winds. The gusts tore at Ye Chen's flesh, leaving shallow cuts in their wake.

Undeterred, Ye Chen unleashed a surge of demonic energy, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. The demonic essence intertwined with the storm's fury, amplifying the destructive force of his attacks.

Lightning crackled along the edges of his blade, adding an electrifying aspect to each strike. With a mighty swing, he aimed to break through Wang Jian's defenses.

Yet Wang Jian proved to be an unyielding opponent.

As Ye Chen's blade descended upon him, Wang Jian called upon his high-level insight in the Earth Element.

The ground beneath his feet trembled, and towering pillars of earth rose to intercept the incoming strike.

The collision sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, dispersing the demonic energy and thwarting Ye Chen's assault.

Wang Jian seized the opportunity, his eyes gleaming with calculated intelligence. He swiftly closed the distance between them, his movements a blur of speed and precision. With a series of lightning-fast strikes, he exploited the openings in Ye Chen's defense, landing precise blows that rattled his opponent's resolve.

Ye Chen, his breath growing ragged, struggled to regain his footing.

The combined onslaught of Wang Jian's elemental prowess and unwavering skill with the Tyrannical Sovereign's Blade left him reeling.

Each clash of their weapons echoed with a resounding impact, further illustrating Wang Jian's dominance in the battle.

As the battle waged on, Wang Jian's superiority became increasingly apparent.

He deftly evaded Ye Chen's desperate strikes, effortlessly countering with his own devastating blows.

The power of his elemental control surged through his veins, enhancing every attack with an unparalleled ferocity.

Despite his best efforts, Ye Chen found himself outmatched.

The wounds he sustained multiplied with each passing moment, while Wang Jian remained unscathed, a testament to his unwavering defense and superior technique.

With each strike, Wang Jian showcased his calculated precision, his blade finding its mark with unerring accuracy.

Ye Chen's chest heaved with exertion, his eyes locked onto Wang Jian with a mixture of bitterness and resignation. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but he couldn't deny the vast chasm of skill that separated him from his adversary.

In the midst of Wang Jian's plan to exploit his advantage, a sinister voice shattered the tense air, reverberating through the battlefield.

"Cease your actions if you wish to spare these women from a grisly demise!"

Zyrithia's words reverberated, slicing through the tension like a sharpened blade. The lives of Lady Zhuoran and Stella teetered on the precipice, their fragile existence threatened by the razor-sharp edge of Zyrithia's Ancestral Nether Devil Scythe.

In response to the dire situation, both Ye Chen and Wang Jian turned their gaze towards Zyrithia.

Wang Jian's eyes narrowed, a cold sneer curling his lips. He met Zyrithia's audacious threat with unyielding disdain, his voice laced with icy determination. "You underestimate the consequences of crossing me," he retorted, his tone dripping with an icy resolve.

Before Zyrithia could even grasp the severity of her predicament, a mesmerizing display of precision unfolded.

Hundreds of intricate cuts materialized on her hand, a labyrinthine network of lacerations that targeted her tendons and joints with devastating accuracy.

The pain seared through her, rendering her unable to wield or utilize her scythe effectively, shattering her ill-conceived plan to decapitate Lady Zhuoran and Stella.

The realization dawned upon Zyrithia with cruel clarity—Wang Jian's mastery of the Wind Element surpassed her expectations.

With the ease of a virtuoso, he unleashed his powers from a distance, exploiting her vulnerabilities with surgical precision.

Despite the high-level insights in cursed element of her scythe, it proved futile in shielding her from Wang Jian's calculated assault.

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As Wang Jian harnessed the formidable power of his high-level insights in the Laws of Wind, he unleashed a devastating assault upon Zyrithia, rendering her incapacitated and unable to harm Lady Zhuoran and Stella any longer.

Seizing the golden opportunity that presented itself, Lady Zhuoran and Stella swiftly capitalized on their newfound freedom, deftly maneuvering through the chaotic battleground, courtesy of Wang Jian's expert manipulation of the elements.

His mastery over the Laws of Wind and Lightning kept the encroaching demons at bay, providing a crucial shield of protection for their escape.

In the midst of Wang Jian's valiant efforts to safeguard Lady Zhuoran and Stella, Ye Chen, his face etched with terror, abandoned his previous position and regrouped with Zyrithia.

The realization of Wang Jian's formidable might had instilled a profound fear within him.

"We must flee without delay. Wang Jian's power far exceeds our expectations," Ye Chen spoke, his voice trembling with trepidation.

Zyrithia nodded in agreement, her expression mirroring the shock that had gripped Ye Chen.

She had never fathomed that within the Royal Family, a force as formidable as Crown Prince Wang Hao in the King Realm would emerge, and even more astonishingly, it was the Seventh Prince Wang Jian himself.

"I possess a teleportation talisman capable of transporting us to safety. It may be our only hope of survival, of leaving this place unscathed," Zyrithia said, her tone serious and resolute.

"Very well. I will harness the power of my bloodline to counter Wang Jian's abilities. But be swift, for I can only hold him back for a limited time," Ye Chen responded, his voice laden with determination.

Activating his latent bloodline, a surge of power surged through Ye Chen's veins, enhancing his storm abilities to unprecedented heights.

Drawing upon his insights in the Laws of Wind, Water, and Lightning, he conjured a formidable three-layered barrier that enveloped Zyrithia and her comrades.

As Wang Jian's relentless onslaught collided with the protective barrier, hairline cracks materialized, a testament to the force he unleashed.

Wang Jian's brows furrowed in both curiosity and intrigue, recognizing the telltale signs of Ye Chen's bloodline coming into play.

However, to his astonishment, Ye Chen channeled his bloodline's power not to strike at him, but to safeguard Zyrithia and her companions.

The realization dawned upon Wang Jian that Ye Chen and Zyrithia had something up their sleeves—a calculated plan that eluded his understanding.

In an instant, a foreboding, dark magic circle materialized beneath Zyrithia and her comrades, beckoning them with its mysterious allure.

They swiftly passed through its ominous threshold, vanishing from sight.

Ye Chen, determined not to be left behind, followed suit, stepping resolutely into the arcane abyss, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian, Lady Zhuoran, and Stella stood as mere spectators, their gazes fixed upon the departing figures.

With purposeful strides, they made their way back to the waiting forces.

Wang Jian, sporting an outwardly composed countenance, harbored a subtle smirk.

Deep down, he had anticipated Ye Chen's seamless escape, a notion that only served to stoke the fires of his excitement.

The revelation of Ye Chen's transformation into a devil only heightened his thrill, for it meant that hunting him down would now be a considerably simpler task.

As they walked, Wang Jian turned his attention towards Stella, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Are you injured, Stella? Did those demons inflict any injuries upon you?"

Stella's eyes sparkled with gratitude as she replied, "No, I am safe. I am deeply grateful to you for saving my life once again. You have come to my aid countless times, and I can't express how thankful I am."

Wang Jian chuckled softly, his tone lighthearted yet sincere. "It is my duty to protect those in need. I am glad that I could be of assistance. Although, I must admit, I wouldn't mind if you were to present your mark as a token of gratitude."

Stella was taken aback by his jesting words, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. She found herself captivated by Wang Jian's charm and authenticity. His unwavering support and the unwavering support of his faction had been instrumental in saving her comrades and battling against the relentless demons.

With a determined glimmer in her eyes, Stella responded to Wang Jian, her voice filled with conviction. "...I have been contemplating speaking with all the humans before presenting my mark. I hope you can be patient and wait for that moment."

Wang Jian nodded nonchalantly, a knowing smile gracing his lips. He understood Stella's perspective and respected her decision.

He knew that his display of power had been substantial enough to earn the trust and gratitude of humans from all the different factions, eliminating any doubts or objections regarding him receiving the Butterfly Spirit Queen's Mark.

"Certainly," he replied, his tone calm and understanding. "Take your time, Stella. Your choice carries great significance, and I will patiently await that moment."

The exchange between them carried an air of mutual respect and understanding.

"Can you please go ahead. I wish to talk to Lady Zhuoran alone. We won't take long," Wang Jian spoke with a light-hearted tone, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Stella nodded nonchalantly, gracefully stepping away to grant Wang Jian and Lady Zhuoran their privacy.

With Stella's departure, Wang Jian's hands instinctively sought the allure of Lady Zhuoran's figure.

His left hand caressed her voluptuous curves, delicately exploring the contours of her supple buttocks.

A soft, enchanting sigh escaped Lady Zhuoran's lips, echoing the blossoming connection between them.

As they strolled leisurely, Wang Jian's voice carried a sinister yet captivating undertone, "My dear, you have performed marvelously. It appears that Stella holds me in high regard now."

Lady Zhuoran's voice quivered, a mix of longing and anticipation, as she bit her lips in response, "Indeed, just as you desired, my lord. Yet, I propose we exercise patience. Her feelings will soon reach a crescendo, compelling her to surrender herself to you willingly."

Wang Jian couldn't contain his wicked delight, and with a playful gesture, he strongly spanked Lady Zhuoran's enticing curves, eliciting an alluring jiggle, "Hmm, you speak wisdom. We shall bide our time. But how can I satiate these desires that consume me?"

Knowing exactly the answer Wang Jian sought, Lady Zhuoran spoke with a hint of bitterness, her words laden with a sense of duty, "...I beseech you, my lord, to employ me as your instrument of pleasure. I exist solely to fulfill your every carnal craving, bound to serve and ensure your satisfaction."

A wicked grin crept across Wang Jian's face as he relished the power he held, his depravity seeping through his every pore. "Since you beseech me so fervently, I shan't leave you wanting. Let us rendezvous under the cloak of night within the confines of my tent."

"Yes, my lord. I shall be present," Lady Zhuoran responded meekly, her voice tinged with a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

At this juncture, Stella returned to the battlefield where the other forces remained immersed in the profound absorption of elemental sparks. They were engaged in deep meditation, their minds attuned to the mystical energies surrounding them.

In this transformative period, Crown Prince Wang Hao attained a high-level insight into the Earth Element, while Wang Ying achieved high insight into Laws of the Water Element. Their newfound prowess elevated them to a position of formidable strength, surpassing their previous capabilities.

Simultaneously, numerous members within their respective factions experienced significant advancements, emerging as even more formidable warriors than before.

With a purposeful stride, Stella approached the gathering, her commanding voice resonating through the air.

"The human Ye Chen's bloodline has undergone a malevolent metamorphosis, aligning with the Nether Curseweaver Devil Princess's faction. Through the indomitable might of Seventh Prince Wang Jian, we have successfully repelled them, emerging victorious in this arduous battle."

With a tone infused with profound gratitude, Stella continued, her words enveloped in appreciation.

"I extend my heartfelt appreciation to all of you brave humans who have come to aid me and my comrades in reclaiming our forest. As a token of gratitude, I offer you access to the rarest resources that our woodland dominion possesses. Furthermore, the esteemed Crown Prince and Second Princess shall receive marks bestowed upon them by my fellow clan members."

Stella's proclamation jolted the assembled humans and beasts out of their meditative states, their minds grappling with the implications of her words.

A sense of discontent rippled through the ranks, particularly among the factions aligned with the Crown Prince and Second Princess, upon learning that their leaders would receive marks from members of the Butterfly Spirit Race, rather than from the Butterfly Spirit Race's Queen herself.

Yet, before dissent could ignite chaos, Wang Hao and Wang Ying exemplified their understanding and magnanimity.

Their voices carried a composed and accepting tone as they spoke in unison, "We respect the decision of the esteemed Butterfly Spirit Queen."

Stella's heart swelled with gratitude as these humans displayed their empathy and acceptance of her predicament, standing united in this moment.

With the Crown Prince and Second Princess voicing their acceptance, a hush fell over the gathering, silencing any further objections.

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After returning to the camp alongside Lady Zhuoran, Wang Jian basked in the euphoria of victory.

The atmosphere was charged with jubilation as both humans and beasts reveled in their triumph over the demonic forces.

A feast was prepared, featuring an array of exotic delicacies and the finest wines, as a symbol of their well-deserved celebration.

Laughter and stories filled the air, as tales of heroism and valor intertwined with the clinking of glasses and the delightful aroma of the feast.

Amidst the revelry, Wang Jian's attention turned to the five remarkable women who had harnessed the power of the enigmatic Elemental Sparks to ascend to the coveted King Realm.

Two of them were loyal to Wang Jian's faction, two belonged to Wang Ying's faction, and the remaining one was aligned with Wang Hao's faction.

As their cultivation bases were still in the process of consolidation, they consumed potent qi-infused pellets to bolster their strength.

The energy within these women fluctuated, akin to a dance of power, oscillating between surges and lulls. It was a delicate balance that required their unwavering focus.

The warriors understood the importance of stabilizing their energy flow, ensuring that their attacks resonated with unwavering might when the time came to defend their newfound cultivation realm.

Simultaneously, Wang Jian entrusted the task of securing the cavernous abode harboring the precious Ebon Void Essence Ore Mine to the trusted Liu Family.

His paramount concern was to safeguard these invaluable resources from falling into the wrong hands, preserving their potential for the benefit of their cause.

In a moment of reflection, Wang Jian decided to seize the opportunity to discuss the significance of the mine with Stella during a private meeting.

With a sense of anticipation, he walked towards Stella's position, eager to engage in a conversation that held both strategic importance and the potential to deepen their connection.

Meanwhile, Stella, having successfully resealed the dormant Elemental Sparks within their designated pits, turned her attention to fortifying their containment.

Utilizing a collection of rare and potent materials retrieved from her vast storage, she meticulously crafted a formidable two-layered barrier.

This intricately designed array possessed the ability to not only absorb incoming attacks but also redirect them with an equal measure of force, effectively repelling any threat and preserving the sanctity of the Elemental Sparks.

"Stella, I have urgent news to share," Wang Jian's countenance exuded seriousness, capturing her attention.

Curiosity sparked within Stella as she responded, attempting to decipher Wang Jian's intentions. "Seventh Prince, is this about the mark? Rest assured, I will present it to you as promised."

Wang Jian's chuckle resonated with a mix of confidence and amusement. "I have complete faith in your dedication to our agreement. However, the matter I wish to disclose pertains to a momentous discovery made by my faction—a mine housing the elusive Ebon Void Essence Ore."

As Stella absorbed the weight of Wang Jian's revelation, her brows furrowed, sensing the underlying motive behind his visit. The realization dawned upon her: he sought to secure control of the mine.

"I understand the significance this mine holds for you. While I remain oblivious to its specific application, I beseech you to allow my faction exclusive access to its resources while keeping its existence hidden from my siblings' factions," Wang Jian's eloquent words resonated with determination.

Intrigued by his plea, Stella couldn't help but inquire, "But why, Seventh Prince? What compels you to make such a request?"

A smile, laced with a hint of satisfaction, adorned Wang Jian's face as he embarked on an explanation, unveiling his strategic vision. "Consider this, Stella—while you and your loyal comrades possess formidable power, repelling demonic forces unaided would prove a daunting task. Yet, imagine confronting human forces. Their might would present an even greater challenge, endangering the lives of your comrades unless an escape plan is readily available."

Allowing his words to sink in, Wang Jian continued with unwavering conviction, "I am willing to become that escape plan. Through the expertise of my faction's adept individuals, we can harness the rare resources of this mine to construct teleportation formations. These formations will ensure a safe passage, leading directly to a forest under my clan's meticulous guardianship."

Stella found herself taken aback by Wang Jian's unexpected proposal, acknowledging the sensibility concealed within his words.

She recognized that Wang Jian's reluctance to share these resources with his rivals in the battle for the throne was only natural—an aspiration she respected.

"You present a logical and compelling argument, Seventh Prince," Stella acknowledged genuinely, her voice filled with sincerity.

"Moreover, once I fulfill my pledge and present you with my mark, our alliance shall transcend time, uniting our factions indefinitely. I confess, the prospect of having a foolproof escape plan, guiding me to the sanctuary managed by your faction, brings me profound solace."

With a nod of appreciation, Wang Jian affirmed, his smile growing wider. "Thank you, Stella. I also request your consent to allow human presence within your sacred dominion, facilitating the extraction of these invaluable resources. Such cooperation will undoubtedly serve our collective interests."

Stella's response was swift and resolute. "Certainly, Seventh Prince. I foresee no impediments in granting your request."

Wang Jian, desiring to prolong their conversation, called upon a nearby beast attendant to procure some wine. A striking black and white rabbit, though physically feeble, swiftly heeded Wang Jian's command, darting off in search of the requested libations.

The rabbit returned bearing two delicate glasses accompanied by a sizable jar brimming with the legendary monkey wine, known for its potency and rich flavor.

As the golden liquid cascaded into their glasses, Wang Jian and Stella partook in the nectar of the gods, their senses enlivened with each sip.

Immersed in the ambiance of their exchange, they found themselves deeply engaged in dialogue, their words intertwined with the vibrant notes of the wine.

With each passing moment, Stella found herself captivated by Wang Jian's company, finding solace in his attentive presence.

As the monkey wine coursed through her veins, she felt a sense of liberation, opening up about the intricacies of her life within the forest's embrace.

Wang Jian, an attentive listener, delved into Stella's revelations, cherishing the opportunity to understand the depths of her experiences.

Through their conversation, their connection grew, transcending the confines of their current circumstances.

As the midnight hour approached, casting an ethereal glow upon the land, Stella found herself growing weary, her eyes heavy with the weight of slumber. She mustered the strength to express her gratitude to Wang Jian before bidding farewell to their heartfelt conversation.

"Seventh Prince, it has been an extraordinary pleasure conversing with you. I cannot recall the last time I had the fortune of engaging in such stimulating discourse with someone as remarkable as yourself," Stella expressed, her voice soft but brimming with sincerity.

"Your attentive ear, quick wit, and playful banter have truly elevated my spirits. I find myself wishing for a world where we can freely converse without the constraints of duty and responsibility. But alas, I understand the demands that accompany your role as the Seventh Prince of the Everlasting Mystic Empire, and the obligations that await you."

With a gentle smile gracing her lips, Stella continued, "However, I hope that you will visit me from time to time. With the mark bestowed upon you, you will possess the ability to teleport to a designated location within this sacred dominion. It should be effortless for you to grace me with your presence."

Wang Jian's face lit up with genuine delight as he responded, his eyes shimmering with sincerity, "I, too, have thoroughly enjoyed listening to your captivating tales. Despite your tender age, you have borne the weight of becoming the Queen of your race and the caretaker of these magnificent beasts. Even in the absence of formidable strength, you have shouldered the immense burden of earning the respect and trust of your loyal comrades. I can only imagine the trials you have faced. However, Stella, I, Wang Jian, the Seventh Prince of the Everlasting Mystic Empire, make this solemn promise: I will forever stand as your unwavering ally. Whatever challenges you encounter, be they trivial or monumental, know that you can always rely on me for assistance. I will be by your side, without hesitation."

Wang Jian's heartfelt vow elicited a radiant smile from Stella, her countenance illuminated by the moon's gentle radiance.

In that moment, she exuded an ethereal beauty that captivated Wang Jian's gaze, causing his eyes to linger upon her face.

"Very well, let us make our way back," Wang Jian suggested, breaking the spell of the moonlit reverie.

Side by side, they strolled toward the camp, their steps accompanied by the symphony of nature, echoing their newfound bond and the promises shared beneath the watchful gaze of the full moon.

A surge of exhilaration coursed through Stella's veins as she reminisced about Wang Jian's solemn promise. The depth of trust she felt for him swelled within her, prompting her to take immediate action.

Upon her return to the camp, she planned to ask her loyal comrades and issue a command: prepare the altar for the ceremonial presentation of her mark to Wang Jian.

While Stella could have directly presented the mark to Wang Jian without any elaborate ceremony, she understood the significance of the occasion.

By conducting the ritual, the spiritual energy that Wang Jian's spirit would gain from the mark would be amplified to its fullest potential, unlike the meager fraction he would receive without it. The legends of the Butterfly Spirit Race stated that the difference of spiritual energy that the individual receives would be as wide as ten times.

Naturally, this ceremony was shrouded in utmost secrecy, reserved exclusively for Stella's most trusted allies and Wang Jian's closest confidants.

The exclusivity of the event meant that members of Wang Ying's and Wang Hao's factions would receive their marks from the esteemed members of the Butterfly Spirit Race before being discreetly asked to withdraw from the proceedings.

Within the sacred confines of the private ceremony, Stella and Wang Jian would solidify their alliance in a sacred union of trust and mutual respect.

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After returning to the camp, Wang Jian and Stella bid each other farewell and went their separate ways. Wang Jian, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, made his way to Lady Zhuoran's tent. He approached stealthily, his voice barely above a whisper, as he called out from behind the tent, "Come to my tent."

Lady Zhuoran's voice responded with a soft whimper, "As you command, Master."

Wang Jian swiftly made his way to his own tent, where he took precautions to ensure their intimate encounter would remain a secret.

He carefully placed soundproof talismans around the tent, creating a barrier that would shield their activities from prying eyes and ears.

With the preparations complete, he settled down, eagerly awaiting Lady Zhuoran's arrival.

In truth, Wang Jian had initially desired to spend this night with Hong Meilin, but he understood that her cultivation base required consolidation. As a result, he had turned his attention to Lady Zhuoran as his chosen companion for the evening.

After a short while, Lady Zhuoran entered Wang Jian's tent, draped in a dark robe that concealed her figure.

As she stepped inside, her robe gracefully fell to the ground, revealing a form-fitting dress that accentuated her curves, particularly emphasizing her generous cleavage.

Her five silver tails, tinged with an air of anticipation, swayed in excitement for the upcoming encounter.

Wang Jian's eyes roamed over Lady Zhuoran's enticing appearance, a wicked grin playing upon his lips.

"My, my, Lady Zhuoran," he remarked with a hint of lasciviousness, "you truly know how to capture a man's attention. Your beauty is unrivaled, and it seems you're eager to explore the depths of pleasure."

Lady Zhuoran's voice quivered with meekness as she responded, "I live to serve you, Master. Your desires are my utmost priority, and I am ready to fulfill your every wish."

With an impish grin, Wang Jian suggested, "Excellent. Without further delay, why don't we commence with a rejuvenating back massage?"

Wang Jian reclined on his bed, awaiting the soothing touch, while Lady Zhuoran gracefully positioned herself atop him, her ample bosom pressed firmly against his back.

Lady Zhuoran's understanding of Wang Jian's desires led her to choose this intimate approach, employing her breasts rather than her hands to satiate his carnal cravings.

Each stroke of her supple flesh, separated by a thin layer of fabric that tantalizingly shielded her rosy nipples, sent delightful shivers coursing through Wang Jian's body, prompting him to savor the experience with a moistened lip.

The tantalizing massage continued its alluring course, testing the limits of Wang Jian's self-discipline as his yearnings grew increasingly insurmountable.

In due time, the balance of power shifted, rendering Lady Zhuoran supine beneath the ardent weight of Wang Jian's desire. The garments that once adorned their forms lay discarded, revealing their nakedness in all its provocative glory.

Wang Jian's gaze, laden with a hunger that roamed freely, traversed every inch of Lady Zhuoran's seductive figure, while his pulsating member assertively pressed against the tender contours of her thighs, an undeniable proclamation of its presence.

"Every time I witness you like this, I become more convinced that my decision to choose you over your daughter as my secret mistress couldn't have been more correct," Wang Jian whispered these depraved words with a smile.

Lady Zhuoran, despite her inner turmoil, mustered a bitter response, concealing the tumultuous emotions swirling within her. "...And I cherish these moments with you," she replied, her voice laced with both longing and a hint of resignation.

As their bodies intertwined, Wang Jian's hands possessed an almost supernatural allure, encompassing her ample curves, teasing and caressing her sensitive flesh. Every touch, every pinch, and every twist unleashed waves of pleasure that consumed Lady Zhuoran's being, rendering her powerless to resist the intoxicating sensations.

A dance of intimacy unfolded as Wang Jian's mouth descended upon Lady Zhuoran's breast, tracing patterns with his skillful tongue while his other hand expertly explored the contours of her remaining mound. A delicate balance between pleasure and pain played out, leaving indelible marks upon her flesh, symbolic of their clandestine connection.

Despite the familiarity that came from their past encounters, the heightened ecstasy Lady Zhuoran experienced with Wang Jian never failed to surprise her. Each encounter pushed the boundaries of pleasure, surpassing all prior experiences and leaving her breathless, lost in a world of unimaginable sensations.

As minutes turned into an eternity, Lady Zhuoran succumbed to an overwhelming climax, her body quivering with rapturous delight. Her vocal expressions of ecstasy echoed through the intimate space they shared, a testament to the depths of pleasure she had reached.

"To think that you experienced such intense pleasure even before I entered you, my dear maid. Were you truly that enthralled?" he inquired, his fingers delicately pinching one nipple while his teeth tugged playfully at the other.

"Aaahhhh…Ahh…Soo good….Ahhh…" Lady Zhuoran's voice escaped her lips in a symphony of pure ecstasy, her body undulating with unbridled delight. Moans and gasps spilled forth uncontrollably, betraying the magnitude of her pleasure.

Yet, despite the overwhelming release, Lady Zhuoran remained unsated. A fervent hunger danced within her eyes, her gaze beseeching Wang Jian for more.

Lady Zhuoran spoke, "Milord…I want it. I want your thing inside me."

"To think that my dear maid wants her master's member inside of her," Wang Jian, his eyes gleaming with a sinister allure, acknowledged her plea in a voice laced with dark desire.

"Yes, Milord. I yearn for it. I truly crave it... I... I want to surrender myself to this bliss," Lady Zhuoran pleaded, her voice a delicate fusion of vulnerability and pleasure.

In a seamless motion, Wang Jian's member pierced Lady Zhuoran's core, delving to the depths of her being. The pulsating walls of her core enveloped him with a sublime tightness, eliciting immense pleasure from the depths of his being.

As Wang Jian's hands skillfully explored the contours of her voluptuous breasts, their tender touch ignited a flame of passion that burned brighter with each passing moment.

Every caress, every gentle stroke, heightened the symphony of pleasure resonating within Lady Zhuoran. It was an intoxicating blend of sensations, a merging of bodies and desires that transcended the ordinary.

Their lips met in a fervent kiss, their tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm. In this intimate exchange, their connection deepened, their union becoming an expression of their rawest desires.

With each powerful thrust, their bodies fused in a dance of ecstasy, a harmonious symphony of pleasure that eclipsed the boundaries of time and space.

As time seemed to stand still, Lady Zhuoran's senses heightened, signaling her imminent release. Simultaneously, Wang Jian's own pleasure surged, bringing them closer to a shared climax.

Finally, their passion climaxed in unison. Their bodies quivered with waves of pleasure as they surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through them. Lady Zhuoran's essence mingled with Wang Jian's, creating an intimate union that left them both breathless.

Wang Jain soon pulled his member drenched by a mixture of fluids.

With a wicked grin on his face, Wang Jian guided Lady Zhuoran to turn around, positioning her in a way that accentuated her curves.

As her soft buttocks and five silver tails pressed against him, her breasts delicately touching the bed, he couldn't resist the temptation to explore further.

Wang Jian's hands caressed Lady Zhuoran's buttocks, relishing their plumpness and warmth. As his desire surged once more, he positioned himself against her wetness, aching to delve into the depths of her passion once again.

Without hesitation, he entered her, his movements becoming more intense and driven. The rhythm of their bodies intensified, each thrust igniting a symphony of pleasure and desire.

His touch on her supple buttocks was a mixture of passion and dominance, igniting a delicious blend of sensations.

As he spanked her firmly, Lady Zhuoran's pleasure intensified, her moans of delight resonating through the tent, echoing in a symphony of shared ecstasy.

Fortunately, the meticulously crafted soundproof charms ensured that not a single sound escaped their intimate sanctuary.

Otherwise, the entire camp might have been privy to the enraptured melodies of Lady Zhuoran's pleasure-filled gasps and moans, which echoed with unrestrained fervor.

Lady Zhuoran and Wang Jian continued their passionate tryst throughout the night, their bodies entangled in a dance of raw desire and unquenchable lust.

The hours slipped away as they surrendered themselves to the intoxicating pleasure that consumed them.

Their moans and whispers filled the air, punctuated by the rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding in fervent union.

The tent became a haven for their deepest fantasies, where inhibitions dissolved, and primal instincts reigned supreme.

Between breathless gasps, Lady Zhuoran's voice trembled with ecstasy.

"Master, please... don't stop. Take me to the edge, over and over again," she pleaded, her words laced with both vulnerability and insatiable craving.

Wang Jian reveled in the power he held over Lady Zhuoran. His voice dripped with sadistic pleasure as he growled, "You are mine to ravish, to dominate."

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that intensified with every thrust and caress. With each passing moment, their connection deepened, their union becoming an expression of their darkest passions.

As the night wore on, their bodies glistening with sweat and their breaths ragged, they continued to explore the boundaries of pleasure.

Wang Jian's hands roamed over Lady Zhuoran's curves, teasing and tantalizing, pushing her further into a state of ecstasy.

Lady Zhuoran's moans became more desperate, her body writhing under the weight of unrelenting pleasure.

"Yes, Master, more... I need more," she pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Wang Jian, driven by his insatiable hunger, increased the intensity of his movements, thrusting deeper and faster, taking Lady Zhuoran to the precipice of bliss.

His words dripped with sinister delight as he whispered into her ear, "You're mine, my plaything. Surrender to me completely."

With the first rays of dawn gently peeking through the tent, their bodies finally reached their climax.

In one final moment of euphoria, they found release, their cries of elation blending with the hushed whispers of morning.

As the night drew to a close, their bodies intertwined and sated, Lady Zhuoran and Wang Jian rested in a state of blissful contentment.

The air hung heavy with the lingering essence of their passionate connection.

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After an entire night consumed by their intimate pursuits, Wang Jian and Lady Zhuoran found themselves still nestled in the bed as morning arrived, their bodies yearning for the rest they had been deprived of.

Meanwhile, the five women who had been diligently cultivating their powers had successfully consolidated their cultivation base.

Among them was Hong Meilin, a devout follower of the church. She gathered with her church group and eager disciples to exchange news and updates.

The followers excitedly shared the astonishing revelations that had unfolded while Hong Meilin was immersed in her meditative practice.

They were astounded to discover that Hong Meilin had attained a high level of insight into the Water Element.

They quickly deduced that her profound gains were likely attributed to her Spirit Manifestation, a unique phenomenon that significantly enhanced her progress.

However, Hong Meilin was not alone in her accomplishments. Each of the five women had also experienced profound breakthroughs, reaching high-level insights in their respective elements.

Meanwhile, Bixi Shuyan, another one of the five women, filled with excitement, sought to share her triumph with her mother, Lady Zhuoran. Eager to convey the news of her high-level insights in the Laws of Wind, accompanied by her cultivation reaching the King Realm.

However, Bixi Shuyan was unable to locate her mother anywhere. Speculating that Wang Jian might have dispatched Lady Zhuoran on a mission, she decided to pay a visit to his tent in search of answers.

Before entering the tent, she politely called out, "Your Highness, may I enter?"

Inside the tent, Wang Jian and Lady Zhuoran stirred awake upon hearing Bixi Shuyan's voice. Thankfully, the soundproof talisman did not obstruct external voices from penetrating the tent's confines.

Startled by Bixi Shuyan's unexpected arrival, the two lovers found themselves entwined in each other's embrace, their naked bodies a testament to their passionate night. Wang Jian's face contorted into a sinister and depraved smile as he whispered provocatively into Lady Zhuoran's ear, "Why would your daughter visit my tent?"

Lady Zhuoran, her heart pounding with anxiety, voiced her concern, "I am uncertain. However, I cannot allow her to witness me in this state."

"Yet, I am curious as to why she has come. We cannot let her leave without discovering the reason," Wang Jian asserted, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and wicked desire.

"But... I cannot bear the thought of my daughter seeing me like this," Lady Zhuoran pleaded, her desperation evident in her voice.

Displaying a hint of sympathy, Wang Jian responded with understanding, "Hmm, I suppose you are right. It could complicate matters. Very well. Fetch that sheet and cover both of us with it."

Quickly complying, Lady Zhuoran seized a thick golden quilt and draped it over their intertwined bodies. Though the quilt was substantial, Lady Zhuoran's form remained discernible beneath its folds.

Thinking swiftly, Wang Jian devised a solution. He maneuvered his upper body out from beneath the quilt and strategically positioned his legs to elevate it, shielding Lady Zhuoran's figure from prying eyes entering the tent.

Wang Jian took a moment to disable the soundproof talismans before his voice resonated within the tent, extending an invitation, "You may enter now."

With measured steps, Bixi Shuyan crossed the threshold and found herself face-to-face with Wang Jian, his bare upper body exposed to her gaze. Calm and composed, she regarded him without flinching, having grown accustomed to such intimate moments shared between them.

Bixi Shuyan failed to notice the concealed figure of her mother lying beside Wang Jian, obscured beneath the comforting folds of a quilt.

Concern clouded Bixi Shuyan's features as she voiced her worry, "Your Highness, I cannot locate my mother. Pray tell, where might she be?" Her words carried a tinge of uncertainty, her eyes searching for answers within Wang Jian's reassuring presence.

A smile played upon Wang Jian's lips as he responded, seeking to ease her concerns, "Rest assured, fair Bixi Shuyan, for I tasked your mother with surveying the surrounding area. Fear not, for she shall soon return to our midst."

His voice carried a gentle reassurance, an attempt to alleviate the weight of uncertainty upon her heart.

Gratitude colored Bixi Shuyan's voice as she acknowledged his words, her expression tinged with a blush of pride, "I express my heartfelt gratitude, Your Highness. Furthermore, I am pleased to inform you that I have achieved High-Level Insights in the Wind Element."

A spark of delight danced within Wang Jian's eyes, his enthusiasm unmasked, "What splendid news! In light of your remarkable progress, I shall ensure both you and your esteemed mother are duly rewarded," he declared, his words laced with an undertone that hinted at hidden intentions.

Bixi Shuyan nodded, her cheeks flushed with a blend of bashfulness and determination. She understood the unspoken implications nestled within Wang Jian's response.

Summoning her courage, she pressed onward, her voice laced with sincerity, "I pray that my unwavering dedication to your service continues to bring you satisfaction, Your Highness. I pledge to strive tirelessly in my pursuit of uncovering treasures and serving you to the best of my abilities. I implore you, however, to never direct your attention towards my beloved mother."

Wang Jian's grin widened, his satisfaction unmistakable. Sensing Lady Zhuoran's body involuntarily quiver upon hearing her daughter's plea, he could no longer resist the magnetic allure.

His hands, guided by desire, moved to caress her luscious bosom, bestowing upon it a touch that dripped with longing. "As long as your diligent efforts persist, dear Shuyan, I shall find no cause to divert my attention toward your cherished mother. Now, I implore you, depart and seek a maid to bring forth tea and sustenance, for hunger grips me fiercely."

"Yes, Your Highness," Bixi Shuyan acquiesced, her steps carrying her away from the tent.

Once Bixi Shuyan had departed, Wang Jian's gaze lingered on the closed tent flap, his mind consumed by a potent blend of desire and anticipation. The room was cast into a dim, hushed ambiance, heightening the intimacy of the moment that hung in the air.

A flicker of mischief danced in his eyes as he reached out, his fingers trembling with a mixture of eagerness and restraint.

In a single, fluid motion, he unveiled Lady Zhuoran's form, casting aside the veil that had concealed her provocative beauty. The fabric cascaded softly to the ground, revealing her figure, sculpted with graceful curves.

Lady Zhuoran, her breath catching in her throat, met Wang Jian's intense gaze, her eyes shimmering with a mix of fear and curiosity. The ambiguous tone in her daughter's words lingered in her mind, prompting her to seek clarification, despite the vulnerability of her current state.

"W-What did my daughter mean by serving you to the best of her ability?" Lady Zhuoran's voice quivered with a delicate mixture of trepidation and genuine inquiry. "Why did I sense an undertone in her words?"

Wang Jian, wearing a seemingly composed smile, continued to explore her seductive form, his hands deftly caressing her in a way that stirred both pleasure and apprehension. His touch, both possessive and commanding, heightened the tension in the air as he addressed her concerns.

"I assured her that as long as she remains dedicated in uncovering treasures for me and carries out her duties as a loyal maid," Wang Jian's voice dripped with a calculated charm as his grip tightened on her voluptuous curves, evoking a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, "I will refrain from extending my nefarious desires towards you."

Her voice quivered as she sought reassurance, "Is that truly all, Your Highness? I simply need to be certain."

In response, Wang Jian's gaze turned frigid, his eyes devoid of warmth as he tightened his hold, almost to the point of discomfort.

"You dare question my words?" he demanded, his voice laced with a chilling intensity as he yanked her breasts, demanding her submission.

Lady Zhuoran, her voice barely above a whisper, trembled under his domineering presence. "N-No, Your Highness. It was a momentary lapse of judgment."

Wang Jian's tone remained cold and unforgiving. "See that it never happens again. Remember my solemn promise to you. Should you dare to act in defiance, I shall no longer restrain myself, and your daughter will experience a true descent into hell."

"Yes, Your Highness," Lady Zhuoran responded compliantly.

Wang Jian's eyes bore into her with a mix of dominance and desire as he issued his command.

"Now, give me a quick blowjob," he said, his voice laced with an insatiable hunger.

Reluctantly, Lady Zhuoran acquiesced, her heart heavy with the weight of her compliance. She leaned forward, her lips approaching his engorged member, feeling a sense of powerlessness in the face of his demands.

Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, their actions concealed within the confines of the tent. The intimate exchange was a delicate balance of submission and control, an act driven by duty rather than genuine desire.

After dozens of minutes, the two emerged from the tent, Lady Zhuoran meticulously timed her exit to ensure no prying eyes caught sight of her leaving Wang Jian's tent.

Her movements were swift and discreet, driven by the need to maintain the appearance of propriety and secrecy.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian ventured forth from his tent, his steps purposeful as he made his way towards Hong Meilin's location.

Along the way, he encountered followers of the church, their gazes a blend of awe and reverence.

They couldn't help but be captivated by his exceptional combat prowess and the awe-inspiring feat of defeating Tristan, shattering the malevolent formation, and liberating both the human and beast forces from the curse inflicted by the devil princess.

However, their admiration was reserved solely for Wang Jian's martial strength and prowess.

Deep-rooted resentment simmered beneath their awe, stemming from the fact that he was considered a heretic and a Royal Prince who had coerced their church group into forming an alliance with his own faction.

Extending a warm yet calculated smile, Wang Jian addressed Hong Meilin, acknowledging her recent achievements. "Congratulations on your momentous breakthrough, Meilin. I have heard news of your Spiritual Manifestation initiation and the evolution of your spirit."

Upon spotting Wang Jian, a flicker of displeasure creased Hong Meilin's brow. Despite her inner reservations, she remained composed and mustered a grateful response, forced to convey her gratitude. "Thank you for your kind words, Your Highness."

Their interaction carried an undercurrent of tension, a delicate dance between veiled mistrust and the need to maintain an amicable facade.

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"Ye Chen has obtained a formidable devil bloodline and has transformed into a demon. I urge your church to sever all ties with him and assist me in hunting him down. He is a perilous warrior who must be swiftly eliminated!" Wang Jian suggested with a grave tone.

Hong Meilin appeared to agree with his words, her expression serious as she replied, "You can rest assured, Your Highness. The church will never associate with someone who dared to collude with demons, especially not Ye Chen, now that he has become a demon."

"Excellent. Would you accompany me to my siblings' faction? I wish to discuss this matter with them," Wang Jian proposed, providing his reasoning.

Hong Meilin pondered the request deeply before nodding, recognizing the importance of discussing the issue with Crown Prince Wang Hao, Second Princess Wang Ying, and their faction members.

As the two set off from the group of church followers, Wang Jian led Hong Meilin towards the section of the camp occupied by his own faction. They entered a tent specially prepared for important meetings.

Taking his seat on the elevated throne, Wang Jian instructed a maid, "Go and deliver a message to my elder brother Wang Hao, second sister Wang Ying, and my third brother. Inform them to bring along the King Realm experts. I wish to discuss the matter of Ye Chen with them."

The maid dutifully obeyed, swiftly departing to carry out the given orders.

Once they were alone in the tent, Wang Jian fixed his gaze on Hong Meilin, who was seated on a chair nearby. "...So, how does it feel to finally reach the King Realm? Your rapid progress in achieving high-level insights has truly surprised me."

A wide smile spread across Hong Meilin's face as she inflated her chest with pride. Though she was proud of her accomplishments, she remained humble in her response. "It was just a stroke of luck."

Wang Jian's sinister smile deepened as he responded, his words laced with a dark edge. "I hope you haven't forgotten our agreement, my dear."

Hong Meilin sneered in return, her tone dripping with disdain. "Naturally, I remember our agreement. The first condition stipulates that I must become your woman and obey your commands, unless they contradict my loyalty to the church. The second condition demands that the church align itself with your faction and safeguard the secrecy of the Ebon Void Essence Ore. In return, you vowed not to harm my fellow brethren and pledged to discuss the matter of sharing the Ebon Void Essence Ore with the Pope."

"Correct. Now, why don't you come and sit on my lap, my dear? It wouldn't do for my woman to remain so far away," Wang Jian's voice assumed a depraved yet calculating tone.

Hong Meilin wore a bitter smile as she replied, her words laced with a hint of realization. "...I understand now why you requested my presence at this meeting. You intended to issue such an order to publicly display our relationship before your siblings and their faction members. By spreading the news that I, the revered Saintess of the Church of Divine Light, am your woman, your faction will gain immeasurable influence. This strategic move will undoubtedly facilitate the recruitment of additional organizations and groups to bolster your ranks."

Wang Jian retorted with a condescending sneer, his eyes rolling in contemptuous disdain. "How mistaken you are. The motive behind my request for you to grace my lap is driven by a desire to savor those supple curves of your enticing buttocks, to revel in the lascivious contours of your body cradled within my grasp."

Hong Meilin's face tightened with a mix of anger and resignation as she reluctantly complied with his demand.

With each step, she could feel the weight of her compromised agency, the sense of powerlessness mounting within her.

Wang Jian's arms coiled possessively around her waist, tightening his grip as if to reinforce his control over her.

As their bodies intertwined, a surge of indignation coursed through Hong Meilin. She could feel the unmistakable pressure of Wang Jian's throbbing member pressing against her buttocks, an unwelcome intrusion that stoked her anger, yet she knew resistance would only bring further suffering. Thus, she endured, concealing her fury beneath a façade of compliance.

Resting his head against her back, Wang Jian savored the delicate scent of lilies that clung to her skin, his voice a chilling whisper against her ear. "Turn your head," he commanded, his tone thick with dominance. "I crave the taste of your lips."

Reluctantly, Hong Meilin obeyed his insistent words, her gaze a mixture of indignation and resignation. Wang Jian's lips descended upon hers with a forceful possessiveness, his tongue intruding into her mouth without invitation.

The kiss lingered, an unwelcome amalgamation of power and submission, while his hands roamed with wicked intent, exploring her body in a mischievous dance.

Wang Jian's keen senses alerted him to the approaching presence of his guests, causing him to cease his indulgent activities with Hong Meilin.

"They are drawing near," he whispered, his voice laced with a warning tone, directed at Hong Meilin.

Aware of the impending arrival, Hong Meilin was left with no choice but to don a forced smile, her gaze fixed upon the tent's entrance.

She had to adopt the facade of a willing participant, sitting upon Wang Jian's lap, even though every fiber of her being rebelled against the charade.

The grand meeting pavilion welcomed the entrance of none other than the third prince, Wang Chen, accompanied by his retinue.

Four King Realm experts flanked his side, their formidable presence emanating power and authority.

Despite the existence of the elusive Elemental Sparks, Wang Chen had failed to make the crucial breakthrough to the esteemed King Realm.

Fate had conspired against him, for during the emergence of the Elemental Sparks, Wang Chen lay unconscious, robbed of the opportunity to harness the ethereal essence and unlock the profound insights into his elemental affinity.

Upon awakening, Wang Chen learned of Wang Jian's triumph over the demonic forces, the news stoking an inferno of anger within him. Jealousy and fury danced in his eyes as they settled upon Hong Meilin, perched alluringly upon Wang Jian's lap, their intimacy evident.

With a cold, distant tone, Wang Jian addressed his third brother, his words cutting through the charged air. "Greetings, Third Brother. Please take your seat over there."

Wang Jian's commanding gesture directed Wang Chen towards a row of seats strategically positioned at the far end of the opulent pavilion.

Though a tempest of humiliation and anger raged within Wang Chen's heart, he swallowed his pride and reluctantly acquiesced, settling into the designated seat.

Meanwhile, Wang Chen's subordinates couldn't help but cast reverent gazes upon Wang Jian, their eyes brimming with awe and admiration.

The mere notion that Wang Jian had managed to subdue the revered Saintess of the Church of the Divine Light surpassed their wildest imaginations.

It became evident that Wang Jian's prowess in both combat and charisma far surpassed that of their own master, Wang Chen. In that fleeting moment, a seed of doubt was sown, leaving them to ponder whether their loyalty had been misplaced.

It wasn't long before the remaining esteemed guests made their entrance. The Crown Prince Wang Hao, accompanied by his entourage, and the Second Princess Wang Ying, accompanied by her loyal attendants, entered the pavilion.

Their countenances bore the unmistakable signs of shock as they beheld the sight of Hong Meilin seated in an intimate and compromising position upon Wang Jian's lap.

Nevertheless, Wang Ying and Wang Hao swiftly masked their astonishment, adeptly concealing their true emotions behind composed facades as they took their respective seats.

"Now, without further ado, let us delve into the heart of the matter. The purpose behind convening this assembly is to seek your invaluable assistance in the elimination of Ye Chen," Wang Jian stated with unwavering resolve, his voice carrying a commanding presence.

A hint of skepticism-tinged Wang Ying's response as she voiced her agreement, "Indeed, the urgency and gravity of this task are irrefutable."

Wang Hao nodded in unison, his voice filled with resolute determination, "I wholeheartedly support Wang Jian's proposal. Ye Chen's transformation into a malevolent demon poses a grave threat to the Empire, and swift action is imperative."

Wang Chen, too, attempted to voice his agreement, but his words were swiftly interrupted by Wang Jian's commanding presence.

Fixing his unwavering gaze upon his second sister, Wang Ying, Wang Jian spoke with an authoritative tone, "In that case, I implore you to lend your assistance in uncovering any information regarding Ye Chen's potential allies or insights into his abilities. It has come to my knowledge that Ye Chen was once affiliated with your faction, dear sister."

Shifting his attention to his eldest brother, Wang Hao, Wang Jian continued, his voice firm and resolute, "Furthermore, Guan Yin, a member of the Crimson Guards under your jurisdiction, eldest brother, had a personal connection with Ye Chen. I beseech you to gather any knowledge or intelligence related to him. There is also the Heavenly Blade Sect that groomed him into an expert."

"Indeed, Ye Chen's allegiance was once intertwined with my faction, and I am willing to divulge every fragment of information at my disposal," Wang Ying affirmed, strategically choosing the path that would best serve her faction's interests.

With Wang Ying's commitment, Wang Hao followed suit, his voice carrying a note of concern, "I shall order the Heavenly Blade Sect to share all information about Ye Chen. And I shall personally request Guan Yin to share any knowledge she possesses concerning Ye Chen. Regrettably, since attaining the esteemed rank of the King Realm, she has secluded herself within her tent, refusing to engage with anyone."

Perceiving an opportunity to contribute, Wang Jian spoke, "May I be granted permission to approach her, eldest brother? I believe I may be able to reach out to her."

Arching an eyebrow in response to Wang Jian's request, Wang Hao considered the proposition before granting his consent. "Very well, you may attempt to communicate with her."

Wang Hao shifted his gaze towards Hong Meilin, his countenance serious and laden with inquiry. "Saintess, the close bond between you and Jian leads me to ponder whether it signifies a collaborative alliance between the Church and Jian's faction."

His words carried an undertone of cautious skepticism, reflecting the weighty implications and potential ramifications of such a partnership.

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Wang Hao's question hung in the air, casting a momentary hush over the assembled group.

All eyes turned expectantly towards Hong Meilin, awaiting her response, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Drawing a steadying breath, Hong Meilin mustered the courage to address the pressing matter at hand.

Her voice, though slightly wavering, carried a firm resolve. "I want to make it unequivocally clear that my relationship with His Highness Seventh Prince is purely personal, devoid of any alliance between his faction and the Church."

As her words resonated throughout the meeting, a sense of relief began to wash over the attendees.

However, their relief was short-lived, as Wang Jian, wearing a calculated smirk, interjected with his characteristic confidence. "Not yet anyway. But my dearest Meilin has kindly agreed to arrange a meeting with the Pope. I am confident that through our discussions, we can forge a mutually beneficial agreement."

His unexpected statement sent shockwaves rippling through the room, leaving the participants stunned and wide-eyed.

Their gazes shifted towards Hong Meilin, silently questioning her reaction.

To their surprise, she remained composed, offering no resistance or objection to Wang Jian's bold declaration.

Wang Jian's piercing gaze swept across the room, his voice carrying an air of authority as he inquired, "Is there anything else to be addressed?"

Wang Hao, exuding an icy detachment, responded curtly, "No."

Before the weight of the tension could settle, Wang Ying interjected, deftly shifting the topic to a matter of strategic importance. "So, when should we unveil this vital information? Time is of the essence."

Wang Jian allowed a thoughtful pause to permeate the atmosphere, his mind working swiftly behind his calculating eyes.

Finally, he unveiled his decision, his voice carrying a note of determination, "Let us not delay any further. Since you are already present, second sister, I implore you to take the lead. Share with us every bit of information you possess about Ye Chen."

With a nod, Wang Ying embarked on her account, delving into the well-known abilities of Ye Chen. However, the information she shared held little surprise, as it was already common knowledge among those gathered.

Ye Chen's prowess resided in his masterful Sword Techniques, his fluidity in wielding the Heavy Sword as if it were weightless. Such skills had earned him a fearsome reputation on the battlefield.

Another crucial piece of insight provided by Wang Ying was the presence of a substantial collection of King Realm talismans in Ye Chen's possession.

These potent artifacts were bestowed upon him by his master, the esteemed Emperor Realm expert, Old Chu.

Yet, with Ye Chen now aligned with the demonic forces, it was highly unlikely that Old Chu would continue supporting him or replenishing his talismans.

Thus, it was only a matter of time before Ye Chen's arsenal of talismans depleted.

Seizing the opportunity to interject, Wang Jian's tone turned grave as he shared his astute observation, "Let us not underestimate him. While the talismans provided by Old Chu may dwindle, we must consider the possibility that the Nether Curseweaver Devil Princess may supply him with artifacts and powerful talismans."

Wang Hao, in agreement, added his voice to the conversation, "Indeed, seventh brother. We must remain vigilant. The Nether Curseweaver Devil Princess is a formidable and cunning opponent, and her assistance to Ye Chen should not be underestimated. She must have recognized the value Ye Chen holds. With two inheritors of the Ancestral Totem's power now among the demonic forces, their survival becomes crucial for the rise of the demonic factions."

Wang Ying's voice carried a weighty seriousness as she added, "In light of this, we must preserve our own cache of talismans to ensure we are not caught off-guard."

In unison, the gazes of everyone in the meeting, except for Wang Jian, gravitated towards Hong Meilin, comfortably seated on Wang Jian's lap, her body embraced by his arms.

Their closeness was evident, prompting curiosity and speculation among the onlookers.

Their attention turned to Hong Meilin for a specific reason – if their factions were to confront Ye Chen and the Nether Curseweaver Devil Princess, they would require Holy Artifacts or Holy Talismans from the Church of the Divine Light.

And with the potential alliance between Wang Jian's faction and the Church, the assumption arose that the Church would exact a steep price for their assistance.

This prospect did not sit well with Wang Hao, Wang Ying, and even Wang Chen, for they recognized the implications.

The battle against the demons could potentially yield exorbitant profits for Wang Jian and the Church, an arrangement that they found intolerable.

Noticing the concern etched on the faces of the attendees, both Wang Jian and Hong Meilin understood the apprehensions lingering in the room.

Hong Meilin wanted to voice her thoughts, but she opted to remain silent, unsure of Wang Jian's intentions and wary of any potential profiteering.

However, Wang Jian, sensing the unease, spoke with a grave tone, his words carrying a sense of determination. "I give you my solemn assurance that even if an alliance is formed between the church and my faction, we will never impose exorbitant prices for the holy artifacts or talismans needed to combat the demons. Our foremost priority is cleansing our Empire of these vile creatures. I trust that everyone present in this meeting shares this sentiment."

His resolute words visibly eased the furrowed brows of Wang Hao, Wang Ying, and the others. Wang Jian's sincerity in eradicating the demons left a profound impression on them.

Even Hong Meilin, with her mixed feelings toward Wang Jian, couldn't help but view him in a more favorable light. His unwavering commitment to vanquish the demonic forces resonated with her, and a glimmer of admiration for his resolve emerged within her heart.

With the tension somewhat diffused, Wang Ying redirected the discussion. "Well, those were the extent of the abilities I was aware of concerning Ye Chen. However, Jian, as you have recently engaged in combat with him, I believe you have firsthand knowledge of his latest capabilities."

Wang Jian's expression turned serious as he responded, fully aware of the importance of his answer. "Ye Chen has acquired the powers of the Storm Element. His physicality now mirrors that of the Oceanic Tempest Storm Devil Clan, but I suspect his regenerative abilities surpass even theirs. Additionally, his mastery of the Wind, Water, and Lightning Elements far exceeds his proficiency in Sword Techniques. From my observations, his command of the Storm Element falls within the medium level of understanding. Furthermore, he possesses a peculiar body cultivation technique that enables him to withstand devastating assaults. To defeat him swiftly, we must employ attacks infused with elemental forces, targeting his spirit or causing internal organ injuries."

Wang Jian's words resonated throughout the room, prompting contemplation among those present. The complexity of Ye Chen's abilities and the strategies required to overcome them weighed heavily on their minds.

Wang Ying interjected with a sudden inquiry, her curiosity piqued. "What about his Spirit? Do you have any insights on that?"

Wang Jian shook his head, indicating a lack of knowledge. "During my encounter with him, Ye Chen never utilized his Spirit, even when he teetered on the brink of defeat. It's possible that he lacks a combat-oriented Spirit."

Wang Hao seized the opportunity to contribute to the discussion. "The elder from the Heavenly Blade Sect may possess the details regarding Ye Chen's Spirit. I will personally consult with him and share the information with all of you."

Wang Jian offered a grateful nod and a smile, acknowledging his elder brother's support.

However, a spark of curiosity lit up his eyes as he shifted his gaze towards his second sister, Wang Ying.

"In fact, I've heard another rumor that I haven't had a chance to verify. Is it true that Ye Chen accompanied Elder Hua of the Lotus Blossom Sect in acquiring the Heavenly Moon Blossom Flowers? It is said that he somehow multiplied these rare flowers from one into four."

Wang Ying's eyebrows arched in surprise as she recalled such rumors circulating. However, she had yet to verify them personally with Elder Hua.

"I shall make it a point to inquire about this matter directly from Elder Hua," Wang Ying responded with a serious tone, acknowledging the importance of validating these rumors.

"Let us proceed without delay. It is imperative that we acquire this information swiftly," Wang Jian proposed, his voice resonating with determination.

Slowly, Hong Meilin rose from his lap, followed by Wang Jian himself, gracefully standing up from his royal throne.

In unison, Wang Ying, Wang Hao, and their respective subordinates also stood up, ready to accompany them.

Wang Chen and his entourage joined the procession, all of them driven by the urgency to seek answers from Elder Hua.

Their first destination was the abode of Elder Hua, belonging to Wang Ying's faction.

Unbeknownst to the others, a wicked grin gradually crept across Wang Jian's face as his gaze fell upon Elder Hua.

His eyes gleamed with a sinister delight, a calculated anticipation that went unnoticed by those around him.

Elder Hua, a woman of exceptional beauty, captivated Wang Jian's attention.

Unlike the other women in his company, she possessed a subtle allure, not defined by an overly buxom figure but by an impeccable physique.

Her slender frame boasted perfect curves in all the right places, exuding an aura of grace and sensuality.

Her lustrous, flowing locks of silky light blue hair cascaded down, framing her face as her entrancing brown eyes surveyed the world around her.

Every feature seemed to be meticulously crafted to enhance her exquisite beauty, capable of captivating the heart of any man who beheld her presence.

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"Elder Hua, we have some inquiries pertaining to Ye Chen. Can you confirm whether it is true that he has the ability to multiply the exceedingly rare Heavenly Moon Blossom Flowers?" Wang Hao asked with utmost seriousness, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.

Elder Hua's gaze shifted from Wang Hao to Wang Ying, recognizing the gravity of the situation reflected in her eyes.

Wang Ying's voice carried a determined tone as she urged, "We implore you to speak candidly, for we are gathering all available knowledge regarding Ye Chen. As he has aligned himself with the demons, it is imperative that we eliminate this threat swiftly to safeguard our Empire."

Wang Ying furrowed her brows in confusion, her voice reflecting her perplexity. "What kind of treasure could grant such powers? I have never come across any information pertaining to such an artifact."

Her bewilderment was mirrored by Wang Hao and Wang Chen, who exchanged puzzled glances. The notion of an artifact capable of multiplying herbs, irrespective of their rarity, was entirely foreign to them.

Wang Jian's eyes widened slightly, a realization dawning upon him. He understood that this must be the fabled treasure that bestowed Ye Chen with his seemingly cheat-like abilities.

Adding to the discussion, Elder Hua divulged another piece of crucial information. "In addition to his herb-multiplication abilities, Ye Chen also employs Beast Corpses in some manner. Although I am uncertain of the specifics, it is evident that these Beast Corpses hold great importance to him."

The revelation sparked a profound sense of intrigue and curiosity among the group, their minds now consumed with unraveling the depths of Ye Chen's arsenal and the enigmatic secrets he held.

"Thank you for enlightening us and providing deeper insight into Ye Chen's abilities," Wang Ying expressed her gratitude with a courteous tone, her appreciation evident.

Elder Hua reciprocated the politeness, her response graceful. "It was my pleasure, Princess."

As Wang Ying and the others turned to make their way towards Wang Hao's camp to engage in discussions with the Heavenly Blade Sect members, Wang Jian's gaze lingered upon Elder Hua.

Seizing the opportunity, he addressed her with a request. "Elder Hua, I would be honored if you would spar with me. I've heard that you possess high-level insights into the Laws of Wind, and I would greatly appreciate the chance to refine my own understanding of this domain."

"You possess insights into the Laws of Wind?" Elder Hua couldn't help but be taken aback. Her surprise stemmed from witnessing Wang Jian's mastery of powerful flames on the battlefield, indicating a profound understanding of the Laws of Fire. This revelation left her curious about his prowess in the Laws of Wind.

Wang Jian wore a mischievous grin as he replied, "Indeed, I have gained insights into all the fundamental laws. Allow me to demonstrate."

Raising his hand, Wang Jian unleashed a calm breeze that gently struck Elder Hua.

The intensity of the Laws of Wind within the breeze caught her off guard, revealing an extraordinary strength that hinted at a high-level understanding of the Laws of Wind.

Wang Hao and Wang Ying exchanged cold glances as their eyes narrowed, keenly observing the scene unfolding before them.

Their astute intellects allowed them to discern that Wang Jian's strength had transcended its previous boundaries, ascending to new heights.

It became apparent that his remarkable advancement was likely a result of the coveted Elemental Sparks.

Unlike the others present, Wang Jian hadn't absorbed the essence of a single Elemental Spark; instead, he had harnessed the combined power of all five sparks simultaneously.

Wang Chen's countenance turned sour, a mask of envy plastered across his face. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness at witnessing his seventh brother's continuous growth, even within the confines of the King Realm.

As a stark contrast to his own struggle to break through to the same realm, Wang Jian seemed to effortlessly ascend to greater heights, fueling Wang Chen's deep-seated jealousy.

Elder Hua gracefully acknowledged Wang Jian's request, her words carrying a tinge of reverence, "I would be honored to engage in a spar with you, Your Highness. Please feel free to approach me whenever it suits you."

Wang Jian expressed his gratitude with a warm smile, appreciating Elder Hua's willingness to partake in the practice session.

The group then departed from their current location, making their way towards Wang Hao's faction's designated area within the camp.

After their discussion with the members of the Heavenly Blade Sect, the group's conversation extended longer than anticipated. Eventually, they dispersed, each member returning to their respective duties.

Just before parting ways, Wang Jian approached Wang Hao with a request, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity, "May I attempt to engage Guan Yin in conversation? I believe she might share valuable insights about Ye Chen."

Wang Hao's response was cold and cautious, as he warned, "Certainly, but tread lightly. Do not provoke her."

Assuring Wang Hao of his caution, Wang Jian set off towards Guan Yin's tent.

Aware of his brother's potential for mischief, Wang Hao assigned some of his personal guards to discreetly monitor Wang Jian's actions. Their task was to ensure that Wang Jian only interacted with Guan Yin and refrained from approaching other members of the faction.

Should they witness any deviation from this plan, they were to intervene immediately.

Wang Hao's cautious approach stemmed from his knowledge that many warriors on the battlefield held a deep admiration for Wang Jian's exceptional combat prowess.

Although Wang Hao himself was no slouch in terms of fighting ability, he didn't want to take any chances when it came to allowing Wang Jian unrestricted access to his faction's members.

As for Guan Yin, Wang Hao reluctantly decided to grant Wang Jian the opportunity to approach her, fully confident that his brother's efforts would yield no fruitful response.

Within moments, Wang Jian found himself standing in front of Guan Yin's tent. He approached her quietly and whispered in a deliberate manner, his voice carrying a mix of familiarity and menace, "Greetings, Guan Yin. I'm certain you recognize my voice. Yes, it is I, Wang Jian, the Seventh Prince. I have come here to enlighten you on a rather intriguing fact: Ye Chen, your childhood friend, once attempted to assassinate me and even took the life of one of my dearest companions. Initially, I had planned to administer a fittingly cruel punishment for his transgressions. However, much to my surprise, he has now transformed into a demon."

"Now, I won't restrain myself any longer, and I shall extend my retribution to his family as well. You have until nightfall to convince me of his parents' innocence in this matter. Failure to do so will result in their eternal suffering—a lifetime of excruciating pain, tormented by the agonizing anticipation of a death that will never come."

Wang Jian paused, allowing his words to linger in the air, before concluding, "You may choose to believe that I am merely employing these words as a ploy to entice you into revealing information about Ye Chen and his abilities. But I implore you to take a moment and consider whether I am truly capable of such ruthless actions. The answer, I believe, will become clear to you."

With his acute awareness, Wang Jian sensed the subtle movements within the tent as his words sank in. He knew that Guan Yin had been affected by his calculated approach.

Wang Jian understood that a woman of Guan Yin's virtue and righteous character, chosen by the very essence of the world to play the role of a protagonist's heroine, could not remain indifferent to his declaration.

He knew that polite entreaties to coax her out of the tent would prove futile.

Guan Yin had already disregarded the face of Wang Hao, her faction's leader and the Crown Prince, and it was highly unlikely that she would give any consideration to Wang Jian.

Her perception of him as an evil individual worked in his favor, providing him with the opportunity to convince her that he was willing to inflict harm upon innocent individuals for the actions of their son.

As anticipated, it didn't take long before Guan Yin emerged from her tent, her countenance displaying a resolute determination.

Wang Jian's calculated strategy had succeeded in drawing her out, compelling her to face him and engage in what was to come.

Guan Yin's voice carried a weight of seriousness as she called out, "I am prepared to have a conversation with you. Come closer!"

However, Wang Jian remained unperturbed, his nonchalant demeanor unwavering as he continued walking without a care in the world. Though his actions appeared indifferent, inside, a mischievous smirk played upon his lips.

Observing Wang Jian's disregard, a furrow formed on Guan Yin's brow. She interpreted his behavior as an intentional act of elusiveness, adding to her growing frustration. Left with no other option, she hastened her steps, determined to intercept him and address him directly.

As she positioned herself in front of Wang Jian, her tone exuded a hint of heat, revealing her impatience. "As you wished, I am here, ready to engage in conversation."

Unfazed by her intensity, Wang Jian proposed a change of scenery with a touch of intrigue in his voice. "I prefer not to converse in this location. Let us adjourn to the nearby lake," he suggested, seamlessly continuing his stride towards the picturesque waters, inviting Guan Yin to join him.

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Wang Jian and Guan Yin found themselves seated beside the serene lake, the vibrant green grass beneath them providing a comfortable setting for their conversation. They positioned themselves to face each other, their eyes locked in a tense exchange.

With an air of determination, Wang Jian initiated the discussion. "Let us begin with the most pressing question. Are Ye Chen's parents implicated in their son's transformation into a demon? Are they complicit in these dark events?"

Guan Yin's response brimmed with fervor as she vehemently refuted the notion. "No, they are humble traders, dealing solely in ornamental wares. They have no conceivable connection to the realm of demons."

A cold edge crept into Wang Jian's voice as he pressed further. "Then, could their beliefs be aligned with rebellious ideologies? Why would their son, in that case, target me—a royal prince? It would be more believable if the entire family had conspired with the demons, seeking to harm my empire."

Guan Yin's passion blazed forth as she fiercely defended the innocence of Ye Chen's family. "Absolutely not! Our families have shared a deep bond for generations. If any traces of rebellion existed, I would have uncovered them and put a stop to it!"

Wang Jian's disdainful snort echoed through the air, a gesture of skepticism. "I am willing to place trust in you, recognizing your unwavering commitment to the empire. However, I must ascertain whether I can truly rely on you. I cannot allow you to aid Ye Chen, who has succumbed to his demonic nature."

A fiery resolve flickered in Guan Yin's eyes as she responded with indignation. "Rest assured, I will never offer assistance to a demon, regardless of our shared history."

Her fiery words were laced with indignation, as Wang Jian's doubt insulted her deeply. It felt as though he questioned her very moral compass and ethical fiber, a sentiment that stung her pride.

"It's fortunate that you won't support him. Now, let's shift our focus to the other reason I sought this conversation," Wang Jian declared, rising slowly from his seat.

Guan Yin's curiosity piqued as she observed his actions, uncertain of his intentions.

"Let us engage in a sparring session," Wang Jian proposed abruptly.

In an instant, he released three arrows composed of the formidable Laws of Earth, surprising Guan Yin. Instinctively, she summoned an Earth Wall as a defensive measure, only to be astonished as the arrows effortlessly tore through her protective barrier.

Reacting swiftly, Guan Yin swiftly evaded the incoming Earthly Arrows, grateful that her Earth Wall had at least slowed their velocity, granting her enough time to dodge.

"You possess High-Level Insights in the Laws of Earth?!" Guan Yin couldn't contain her astonishment. Like Elder Hua and Wang Jian's siblings, she had witnessed his mastery over powerful flames.

"Yes, indeed. That's precisely why I wished to spar with you. Engaging in combat against a skilled warrior such as yourself will provide valuable practice for me," Wang Jian explained.

Guan Yin's ego swelled with satisfaction upon hearing Wang Jian's acknowledgment of her prowess.

Internally pleased that he regarded her as a formidable warrior, she couldn't afford to disappoint him and swiftly assumed her combat stance, ready to demonstrate her skills.

The spar between Wang Jian and Guan Yin ignited with a fervent clash of their skills.

Wang Jian relied solely on his profound Insights in the Laws of Earth, unleashing a barrage of earth-based attacks that showcased his extraordinary power and finesse.

From the very beginning, it became evident that he held the upper hand.

Despite her struggles, Guan Yin refused to falter. She held great respect for Wang Jian's prowess, even as he easily overwhelmed her.

It was not a blind admiration, but a genuine recognition of his exceptional skills.

She knew that this encounter would serve as a valuable learning experience, as she aimed to refine her own abilities and unlock new levels of power.

As the spar drew to a close, it was clear that Wang Jian emerged as the victor, his mastery of the Laws of Earth proving to be a force to be reckoned with.

Yet, Wang Jian's motivations ran deeper than mere victory. He had a calculated intention behind challenging Guan Yin to this duel. It was a strategic move to showcase his combat prowess and earn her admiration.

Deep within, Wang Jian understood the inner workings of Guan Yin's character. He recognized her unwavering appreciation for those who possessed exceptional fighting skills, as well as her deep respect for formidable warriors. To reshape her perception of him, he needed to establish a foundation of admiration through his display of strength.

"Your strength is reassuring," Wang Jian quipped, a lightness in his tone. "At least I won't have to worry about you if Ye Chen ever comes looking for you."

Guan Yin rolled her eyes, an air of disdain evident in her response. "Ye Chen would never harm me."

"Never say never," Wang Jian countered, his expression turning serious. "Did you ever imagine he would descend into darkness and become a demon?"

The weight of Wang Jian's words struck Guan Yin, leaving her momentarily speechless. His example hit close to home, resonating deeply within her.

It was a stark reminder of the unpredictability and volatility that lay hidden within individuals, even those closest to us.

In that moment, Guan Yin realized the gravity of the situation.

She couldn't deny the possibility that those we held dear might harbor secrets or undergo drastic transformations.

The very thought left her unsettled, reevaluating her perceptions and assumptions.

As the conversation reached a lull, an unexpected pang of hunger gripped Wang Jian. Sensing an opportunity, he proposed, "Would you care to join me in searching for some fruits? I've heard Stella mention an abundance of spiritual fruits near this very lake."

"Stella? The revered Butterfly Spirit Queen?" Guan Yin's surprise was palpable. The mention of Stella, a figure of immense significance and power, caught her off guard.

Caught in a dilemma, Guan Yin wrestled with conflicting thoughts. Part of her resisted the idea of spending more time with Wang Jian, while another part recognized the potential value in joining him on this fruit-seeking expedition.

Before she could reach a decision, Guan Yin watched as Wang Jian swiftly moved from his position, forging ahead into the western side of the forest. It became clear that he was unwilling to wait for her.

His nonchalant actions intrigued Guan Yin, leading her to believe that Wang Jian's invitation was merely casual and devoid of ulterior motives. With determination in her eyes, she made her choice, chasing after him and calling out, "Wait for me!"

Unbeknownst to Guan Yin, a sinister smile played upon Wang Jian's lips.

For the next two hours, Wang Jian and Guan Yin scoured the forest in search of spiritual fruits. Unfortunately, their findings were meager, indicating that the demons had likely depleted the area's resources.

However, this fruitless expedition proved to be advantageous for Wang Jian, who utilized the time to engage Guan Yin in conversation. He skillfully prompted her by asking about her background and what motivated her to join the Crimson Guards.

As their footsteps treaded softly on the forest floor, Guan Yin shared her story. She revealed that she had initially been a disciple of the esteemed Heavenly Blade Sect, joining even before Ye Chen's arrival.

Having mastered numerous sword techniques within the sect, Guan Yin eventually decided to part ways. She explained that the scarcity of techniques that aligned with her unique Earth Element led her to explore other organizations.

After undergoing various trials, the Crimson Guards eventually selected her. As a member of this prestigious group, Guan Yin enjoyed the privilege of choosing her techniques based on the accumulation of contribution points.

Contrary to her time in the sect, where the methods of earning points differed, Guan Yin now fulfilled missions assigned by townsfolk and city dwellers. Her responsibilities often involved subduing bandits, resolving personal matters, and safeguarding merchant caravans.

Grateful for the opportunity to utilize her strength in aiding others, Guan Yin expressed her satisfaction with these tasks.

Curiosity burning within her, Guan Yin decided to delve further into Wang Jian's background, eager to uncover the untold aspects of his life.

Wang Jian, prepared for her inquiry, began recounting his past with sincerity and introspection. He shared that being born into the Royal Family had shielded him from the realities of the world, leading him to take everything for granted during his formative years.

In his sheltered existence, Wang Jian had little exposure to moral guidance. Instead, surrounded by experts who would sweep his misdeeds under the rug, he grew up unaware of the consequences of his actions.

Regrettably, he fell in with a misguided crowd of selfish and malevolent individuals, and their influence caused his own character to veer toward wickedness.

However, a turning point arrived when Wang Jian faced the repercussions of his choices. Sent to the Zhenguan Region, a place devoid of the protective cloak of his family's prestige, he found himself surrounded by dangerous criminals. It was there that the gravity of his own wickedness struck him with brutal clarity. He realized the need to redirect his strength toward protecting the weak instead of exploiting them.

Wang Jian emphasized that upon his return, he had distanced himself from his former friends and never participated in their attempts to bully Guan Yin.

While he did stand up to defend them, when necessary, he believed it was a natural instinct to protect one's friends, regardless of their wickedness. Even though he recognized their flaws, he felt a sense of duty to shield them from harm.

As Guan Yin absorbed Wang Jian's account, she couldn't help but be deeply moved. His narrative revealed a profound transformation, one she had never anticipated. She felt a surge of admiration for his introspection and the growth he had undergone. The revelation of his journey from darkness to redemption etched a newfound respect within her heart.

As realization dawned upon Guan Yin, her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but ask, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity, "So, were you deceiving me when you spoke of punishing Ye Chen's parents?"

Wang Jian responded with an air of nonchalance, his tone light, "Of course. I had planned to question them, but never intended to inflict any actual harm. It was merely a ploy to coax you out of your tent."

A mischievous smile danced upon his lips as he maintained eye contact with Guan Yin, relishing the effect his scheme had on her. "And well, it seems like it worked," he added playfully.

Embarrassment tinged upon Guan Yin's expression as she swiftly attempted to salvage her pride, not wanting to be perceived as easily swayed. Her face flushed, she retorted with a hint of defensiveness, "Oh, please. I knew perfectly well that you wouldn't actually go through with it. I was simply bored of being cooped up inside the tent for so long."

Wang Jian responded with a light chuckle, his teasing smile unwavering, "Of course, of course. Believe whatever helps you sleep at night."

Their exchange carried an undertone of light-hearted camaraderie, reflecting the ease that had begun to develop between them.

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Every aspect of the meeting had unfolded precisely as Wang Jian had envisioned. He understood the human psyche well, recognizing that individuals like Guan Yin were drawn to stories of redemption.

It was this insight that led him to craft his own past into a narrative that mirrored the path of redemption.

As anticipated, Guan Yin responded to his tale, her guarded demeanor gradually giving way to a newfound openness.

Wang Jian recognized that humans possessed a fundamental need for connection, a longing to forge bonds with others.

It was through the revelation of one's vulnerabilities and the display of trustworthiness that this connection could be nurtured, and trust could be established.

He knew that by sharing his own journey of transformation, he had successfully laid the foundation for a deeper connection with Guan Yin.

Feeling satisfied with the progress made during their meeting, Wang Jian sensed that it was time to bring the day's interactions to a close. The two companions made their way back to the camp, their footsteps carrying a sense of contentment and renewed understanding.

Upon their return, Wang Jian decided to take a moment to check the notifications and status updates provided by the system. To his delight, his intricate strategies and carefully laid plans had borne fruit in the form of Destiny Points.

The majority of his rewards emanated from his interactions with Stella, Hong Meilin, and the profound turn of events surrounding Ye Chen's transformation into a demon.

Each encounter and calculated move had contributed to the growth of his Destiny Points, a testament to the effectiveness of his intricate strategies.

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Name: Wang Jian.

Age: 20 years old.

Destiny Points: 1,914,913.

Cultivation: Third Stage of the King Realm. (Require 100,000 Destiny Points for each stage.)

Cultivation Technique: Soaring Dragon Technique (Level 5) (Requires 2,000,000 Destiny Points to level up).

Skills: Origin Fist, Beam of Destruction, Mystic Force, Divine Shielding Iron Body, Enhanced Strength, Spiritual Sensitivity, Moonrise Fist, Lunar Shield, Moonshadow Step, Shadow Manipulation, Dark Fog, Eclipse Domain Annihilation, Tranquil Mind Divine Mantra, Black Castle, Elemental Genius, Dragon's Prestige, Enchantment Ability (Level 1), Starry Night Sky Strike, Serene Moonlight Slash, Swift Silver Stab, Endless Blade Defense, and Flowing Water Guard.

Ocular Abilities: True Eyes (Level 2) (200,000 Destiny Points).

Bloodline: Blue Moon Eclipse Devil Bloodline. (Second Level) (Next level: 500,000 Destiny Points).

Insight in Laws – Flame: High-Level (5,000,000 Destiny Points), Lightning – High (5,000,000 Destiny Points), Earth: High-Level (5,000,000 Destiny Points), Wind: High-Level (5,000,000 Destiny Points), Water: High-Level (5,000,000 Destiny Points), Dark – Nil (100,000 Destiny Points), Sword – Nil (200,000 Destiny Points), Space – Nil (1,000,000 Destiny Points).

Physique: Chaotic Yang Body (1,000,000 Destiny Points).

Spirit: Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon (Seven Star Spirit) (Mutated).

Weaknesses: Holy Attribute. Solar Attribute.

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With an already substantial sum of 460,000 Destiny Points under his belt, Wang Jian found himself pleasantly surprised by the addition of nearly 1.5 million more.

As he delved into the specifics, he discovered that the lion's share of these points originated from his interactions with Stella, the dramatic transformation of her perception of Ye Chen, and the subsequent trust he had earned from her.

The second significant contribution to his burgeoning pool of Destiny Points came from the intricate schemes he had woven against Ye Chen, orchestrating a series of events that ultimately led to his demonic transformation and diminished favorability among the heroines, save for Zyrithia, the Devil Princess.

Hong Meilin, too, played a notable role in his accumulated Destiny Points.

Through cunning manipulation and the signing of a contract, Wang Jian had secured her as his woman while giving him power over her to making her do anything he wanted as long as it wouldn't be against the church.

Surprisingly, Wang Jian also received smaller allocations of Destiny Points from individuals such as Guan Yin, Lady Zhuoran, Bixi Shuyan, Elder Hua, and even Jin Meixiang.

However, the absence of points from Xu Yuting and Wang Ying did not perturb him greatly, as he knew there would be opportunities to focus on them in the future.

With such a considerable stockpile of Destiny Points at his disposal, Wang Jian faced a myriad of choices.

One was to utilize these points on his cultivation and his bloodline.

The second was to utilize these points on his bloodline and activating his Chaotic Yang Physique. And finally, the last one was to buy the insight of space and upgrade his bloodline.

Contemplating his options, Wang Jian mulled over how best to utilize his newfound wealth of Destiny Points.

After careful consideration, he settled on the second choice: activating his Chaotic Yang Physique and upgrading his bloodline.

He reasoned that boosting his cultivation alone was not a pressing necessity given his current strength.

Moreover, he recognized the potential risks of hasty bloodline upgrades without adequate countermeasures.

Activating his Physique held promise, as he harbored confidence that it would allow him to shroud his aura and maintain a concealed presence.

Additionally, he refrained from prioritizing cultivation upgrades, for he knew that a momentous event awaited him—the presentation of the Butterfly Spirit Queen's Mark by Stella.

Anticipating that this occasion would yield a substantial number of points, he decided to save his Destiny Points for the opportune moment and considered further cultivation upgrades afterward.

With a clear plan for the future and a sense of assurance, Wang Jian forged ahead.

Wang Jian ventured away from the camp, making his way to a secluded clearing nestled within the depths of the forest.

An inexplicable intuition urged him to perform the activation of his physique in this particular location, sensing that its effects would reverberate through his surroundings.

"Activate my physique," Wang Jian commanded the system with unwavering resolve.

[Understood, Master.]

Almost immediately, a scorching sensation enveloped Wang Jian's entire being, as if an enigmatic energy surged through every cell within his body.

In tandem with this sensation, manifestations of Wind, Lightning, and Flames materialized around him, their ethereal forms blending seamlessly with the atmosphere.

Such was the intensity of this phenomenon that the entire area in his immediate vicinity succumbed to its force.

A colossal pressure descended upon all beings present, exerting such formidable strength that even experts of the King Realm felt a palpable suppression.

It was only through the implementation of a recently constructed defensive array by Stella that the camp's occupants and the beasts inhabiting the heart of the forest managed to withstand this relentless pressure.

Radiant orange flames emanated from Wang Jian's body, intertwining with the flames in his surroundings.

These exceptional flames possessed an otherworldly heat and boasted a unique attribute known as the Solar Attribute.

Even without direct contact, their very presence posed a grave threat to his adversaries, capable of inflicting severe harm through radiation alone.

The acquisition of this extraordinary flame proved immensely advantageous for Wang Jian, as it not only granted him the ability to unleash its scorching might but also deepened his comprehension of the Flame Element.

Through the fusion of the Solar Element with his existing Flame Element, his already advanced insight into the Laws of Flame soared to unprecedented heights, reaching the pinnacle of comprehension.

Yet, the revelations did not cease there. The influx of insights seemed unending as Wang Jian delved even further into the breakthrough, now exploring the realm of Domains.

An elusive and rarely attained realm, even for experts of the Emperor Realm, the understanding of Domains remained a rarity within the Everlasting Mystic Empire.

This particular Domain, now unveiled to Wang Jian, was none other than the Scorching Solar Incineration Domain—a manifestation of searing power and unparalleled destruction.

In the Everlasting Mystic Empire, it was exceedingly uncommon for Emperor Realm experts to possess a Domain, and many were devoid of such capabilities.

Yet, here stood Wang Jian, a King Realm expert, with a newfound Domain to his name. It was a testament to his exceptional potential.

Not only had his Flame Element ascended, but his insights into Lightning and Wind had also surged to new heights, reaching the pinnacle of understanding in both elements.

Wang Jian stood at the precipice of his own power, wielding formidable prowess that surpassed the limits of his previous self.

However, these insights were just one part of the numerous advantages that Wang Jian gained from activating his Chaotic Yang Body.

The second ability was known as the Art of Purification. Apparently, Wang Jian was now resistant to all poisons in the world, and he could also cure women of any ailments.

The third was actually a combination of three abilities.

Charismatic Magnetism: The Chaotic Yang Physique enhances the cultivator's natural charisma, making them exude an irresistible magnetism that attracts women like a magnetic force. This ability enhances their charm, persuasiveness, and leadership qualities, making them highly desirable and influential.

Enchanting Pheromones: Cultivators with the Chaotic Yang Physique emit subtle pheromones that have a captivating effect on women. These pheromones evoke feelings of attraction and desire, creating a powerful allure that makes women irresistibly drawn to the cultivator.

Blissful Touch: The Chaotic Yang Physique grants cultivators the ability to channel a euphoric energy through their touch. When in contact with women, this blissful touch induces a deep sense of relaxation, pleasure, and bliss. This ability fosters a profound connection and intimacy, making women crave the cultivator's euphoric presence.

However, as they say, there are no absolutes in this world.

Wang Jian soon received a notification from the system.

[The effects of the Charismatic Magnetism, Enchanting Pheromones, and Blissful Touch will be reduced to merely 10% of their ability when being utilized on women who are titled Heroines. It will work completely on all other women who are not considered Heroines by the World's Essence.]

This explanation made Wang Jian sigh in disappointment, but he knew that if he used them properly, even with this demerit, these three abilities could turn extremely scary.

But as they say, this wasn't the end.

The final upgrade that Wang Jian received was the upgradation of his spirit.

The Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon was now shedding its skin and turning into a True Dragon!

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As the Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon underwent its transformative process, a magnificent spectacle unfolded.

Shedding its old skin, the dragon's body shimmered with an ethereal glow, its scales gradually morphing into an iridescent brilliance.

Emerging from its former guise, the dragon now stood resplendent as a True Dragon, radiating an aura of unparalleled majesty.

Its body had undergone a remarkable metamorphosis, growing in size and stature to an awe-inspiring magnitude.

With each passing moment, it became increasingly evident that this majestic creature had transcended its previous form, attaining a level of grandeur that surpassed all expectations.

The True Dragon, now boasting not two, but four heads, stood as an embodiment of sheer power. Each head possessed a distinct countenance, a reflection of the dragon's multifaceted nature.

The fiery gaze of the first head exuded an intense Solar Attribute, its eyes ablaze with the power of the sun itself.

The second head crackled with the untamed might of Lightning, arcs of electricity dancing between its sharp fangs.

The third head exuded tempestuous air, embodying the Wind Attribute with gusts that seemed to stir the very air around it.

Lastly, the fourth head retained the power of Dark Attribute.

With its transformation complete, the True Dragon commanded a presence that was both awe-inspiring and fearsome.

It possessed an unparalleled fusion of elemental attributes, its Solar, Wind, Lightning, and Dark qualities intertwining harmoniously within its majestic form.

This Spirit was known as the Solarstorm Tempest Dark Dragon. And finally, this spirit's rank had reached the Eighth Grade.

Once his physique had been successfully upgraded, Wang Jian utilized his spirit to set up a flame barrier around himself that was infused with Solar Attribute.

He then ordered the system, "Upgrade my devil bloodline."

The ethereal flame barrier enveloping Wang Jian was forged to withstand and conceal the immense pressure and potent aura emanating from his awakened devil bloodline.

Within the confines of this barrier, a profound metamorphosis unfolded, as his body, bloodline, and spirit underwent a momentous transformation.

An ocular ability, Abyssal Pupils, became unlocked, bestowing Wang Jian with heightened visual acuity and a mastery over the obscure and enigmatic Yin Attribute Elements—darkness, shadows, moon, as well as elements like Water, Ice, and Earth.

Through his Abyssal Pupils, he gained the ability to discern the intricate flow and intensity of Yin energy, offering him unparalleled clarity in analyzing the composition of these elements.

His bloodline surged with an infusion of intense insight into the Laws of Darkness, elevating his understanding to the pinnacle. Yet, it wasn't limited to the Laws of Darkness alone; his comprehension of other Yin Attributed Laws, such as Water and Earth, also reached their zenith.

The newfound ability of Yin Manipulation bestowed upon Wang Jian precise control over the ebb and flow, density, and form of Yin elements.

He could mold shadows into tangible shapes, manipulate darkness to conceal or reveal, and harness the subtle yet potent power of Yin for a myriad of purposes.

An additional ability, Shadowmeld, emerged from his evolution, enabling Wang Jian to seamlessly merge with shadows, becoming one with the very essence of darkness.

This extraordinary capability bolstered his stealth prowess, rendering him virtually undetectable even in brightly illuminated environments.

It proved invaluable for clandestine operations, reconnaissance missions, and navigating perilous situations with unparalleled finesse.

Yin Empowerment, a passive ability, imbued Wang Jian with the capacity to absorb and harness Yin energy from his surroundings, revitalizing his strength and rejuvenating his abilities. This reserve of energy became a wellspring from which he could draw upon in moments of dire need, amplifying his powers and fortifying his endurance. It served as a vital asset in sustaining prolonged efforts, recovering from exhaustion, and maintaining peak performance.

As the metamorphosis continued, Wang Jian's spirit underwent further mutations. Where there were once four heads, three additional heads emerged, sprouting from the dark energy-infused head. These newfound heads possessed the attributes of the moon, ice, and earth. Thus, Wang Jian's Dragon spirit boasted a grand total of seven heads.

Since his bloodline spirit had evolved, it had reached the Ninth Rank, which was considered the peak rank on the continent.

Its name was now Solarstorm Tempest Abyss Dragon! This upgrade of his bloodline had significantly boosted his Dragon's Prestige ability. In fact, the Dragon's Prestige reached level 3 due to this significant boost.

Remarkably, his spirit now possessed the ability to alter its appearance at will, enabling Wang Jian to conceal the Yin Attribute heads from the prying eyes of other cultivators. This newfound versatility offered him a tactical advantage, ensuring the concealment of his true power.

Lastly, he unlocked the unique ability bestowed upon the inheritors of the prestigious Blue Moon Eclipse Devil Clan—an ability that manifested in only one individual per era. This extraordinary capability was known as the Devil Devouring Bloodline Ability.

The Devil Devouring Bloodline Ability bestowed upon Wang Jian the extraordinary power to assimilate the abilities of demons whose blood essence he consumed. As this revelation dawned upon him, delight ignited within his eyes. He swiftly realized that by eliminating Ye Chen and absorbing his blood essence, he would acquire the coveted Ancestral Devil Bloodline—an opportunity he eagerly anticipated.

Truly, this newfound ability was a remarkable gift, brimming with infinite possibilities.

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Status

Name: Wang Jian.

Age: 20 years old.

Destiny Points: 414,913.

Cultivation: Third Stage of the King Realm. (Require 100,000 Destiny Points for each stage.)

Cultivation Technique: Soaring Dragon Technique (Level 5) (Requires 2,000,000 Destiny Points to level up).

Skills: Origin Fist, Beam of Destruction, Mystic Force, Divine Shielding Iron Body, Enhanced Strength, Spiritual Sensitivity, Moonrise Fist, Lunar Shield, Moonshadow Step, Shadow Manipulation, Dark Fog, Eclipse Domain Annihilation, Tranquil Mind Divine Mantra, Black Castle, Elemental Genius, Dragon's Prestige (Level 3), Enchantment Ability (Level 1), Art of Purification, Charismatic Magnetism, Enchanting Pheromones, Blissful Touch, Shadowmeld, Yin Manipulation, Yin Enhancement, and Devil Devouring Bloodline Ability.

Sword Techniques: Starry Night Sky Strike, Serene Moonlight Slash, Swift Silver Stab, Endless Blade Defense, and Flowing Water Guard.

Ocular Abilities: True Eyes (Level 2) (200,000 Destiny Points), Abyss Eyes (Upgraded along with Bloodline.)

Bloodline: Blue Moon Eclipse Devil Bloodline. (Third Level) (Next level: 3,000,000 Destiny Points).

Insight in Laws – Flame: Peak-Level, Lightning – Peak-Level, Earth: Peak-Level, Wind: Peak-Level, Water: Peak-Level, Darkness: Peak-Level, Moon: Peak-Level. Sword – Nil (200,000 Destiny Points), Space – Nil (1,000,000 Destiny Points).

Domains – Flame: Scorching Solar Incineration Domain, Lightning: Nil (10,000,000 Destiny Points.), Earth: Nil (10,000,000 Destiny Points.), Wind: Nil (10,000,000 Destiny Points.), Water: Nil (10,000,000 Destiny Points.), Moon: Nil (10,000,000 Destiny Points.), Darkness: Nil (10,000,000 Destiny Points.)

Physique: Chaotic Yang Body (10,000,000 Destiny Points).

Spirit: Solarstorm Tempest Abyss Dragon (Ninth Star Spirit) (Mutated).

Weaknesses: Holy Attribute.

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As Wang Jian reviewed his status, he realized that for most of his elements, his insights in Laws had reached their pinnacle.

However, he understood that gaining insights was merely the initial step in harnessing the full potential of each element.

The next stage involved delving into the realm of domains, where he could establish his dominance and mastery.

Satisfied with his current achievements, Wang Jian decided to depart from the area before drawing unnecessary attention.

The profound transformation of his physique and bloodline had unleashed a disruptive force, causing turmoil in the surroundings.

Anticipating that the experts in the camp, including Stella, would investigate the commotion, he opted to leave the chaotic scene behind.

When the experts of the camp arrived at the scenario, they were shocked to the extreme to witness the destruction. Moreover, some of the experts who were more sensitive towards demonic attribute sensed it from these surroundings.

Wang Jian joined the group that had come to survey this location soon enough. He made it seem as though he was also in the dark about who had done this.

Wang Jian was standing next to Hong Meilin, Bixi Shuyan, and Lady Zhuoran as he spoke to them, "Didn't think there would be a demon hidden so close to our camp. It seems that he possessed a strange flame attribute treasure to keep his demonic aura hidden."

At this moment, Wang Jian's Charismatic Magnetism was already working on the women around him. In fact, all the women who didn't possess the Heroine status couldn't help but stare at Wang Jian with a hint of captivated look.

Wang Jian's Charismatic Magnetism was a passive ability, and it would remain active for as long as he wanted it to be.

However, unlike normal women, the women holding onto the Heroine Status possessed great resistance to it.

Still, despite their resistance, they were slightly affected as Hong Meilin, Bixi Shuyan, and Lady Zhuoran couldn't help but stare at Wang Jian with mesmerized looks in their eyes.

Hong Meilin unconsciously responded to Wang Jian's words, "The demon must have fled when he sensed us approaching. But what was he doing here? Why did he utilize this treasure that generated such a weird phenomenon and created such mind-numbing pressure?"

Wang Jian shrugged in response, "No idea. Maybe he ate something bad."

"Perhaps," Hong Meilin responded while unconsciously staring at Wang Jian.

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As the crowd gradually dispersed, Stella and her comrades remained behind, determined to trace the residual aura that lingered in the area. Despite their diligent efforts, their search yielded no results.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian made a conscious decision to stay in the company of Hong Meilin, Lady Zhuoran, and Bixi Shuyan. Sensing no immediate urgency to approach Guan Yin or Elder Hua, he believed that his previous interactions with Guan Yin had sufficiently improved their impression of him. Now, his plan was to discreetly organize future meetings with her once they returned to the capital.

Regarding Elder Hua, Wang Jian had his sights set on a visit to the Lotus Blossom Sect. Armed with the three unique skills he had gained by activating his enhanced physique, he held a confident expectation of a fruitful encounter.

In the midst of this moment, Hong Meilin, Lady Zhuoran, and Bixi Shuyan found themselves deeply affected by Wang Jian's remarkable abilities. Compounded with the enigmatic nature of their relationship with him, their thoughts revolved around him incessantly.

Hong Meilin, in particular, couldn't help but be captivated by Wang Jian's striking handsomeness, power, and charisma.

Internally, she experienced a sense of relief, knowing that he had employed a scheme to claim her as his own.

In fact, whenever she gazed upon Wang Jian, a spark of desire ignited within her, compelling her to yearn for his attention and affection.

Lady Zhuoran had once harbored a tangle of conflicting emotions toward Wang Jian, and understandably so.

The memories of how he had manipulated and coerced her into an intimate encounter, using her daughter as leverage, had left her with a complex mixture of sentiments.

However, in the present circumstances, she found herself strangely relieved that fate had intertwined her life with his.

After all, he was not only a powerful prince within the human empire, but also a man of remarkable handsomeness.

Similarly, Bixi Shuyan, following in her mother's footsteps, grappled with a whirlwind of intricate emotions concerning Wang Jian.

The circumstances surrounding their initial encounter, where he had forced her into a life of servitude, leaving her mother as a hostage, had undeniably created a convoluted connection between them.

Yet, to her surprise, a subtle sense of contentment had started to emerge within her. It was difficult for her to deny the allure of his striking appearance and formidable power.

However, Wang Jian made an intriguing choice at this juncture. Instead of showering Hong Meilin with his attention, he directed his focus primarily towards Bixi Shuyan and her mother, Lady Zhuoran.

He sensed that Hong Meilin's growing desire for him was still not intense enough to satiate his desires. He yearned for something more profound—an overwhelming infatuation that would drive her to the brink of madness.

Unbeknownst to Hong Meilin, she remained oblivious to the scandalous relationship between Wang Jian and the mother-daughter duo, Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan. All she perceived was their unwavering loyalty and dutiful obedience towards Wang Jian.

Under the impression that this obedience had earned them Wang Jian's favor, she resolved to mimic their behavior and diligently adhere to his commands.

As the day swiftly passed, the sun set on the horizon, giving way to a new dawn.

On the following day, a grand ceremony unfolded, orchestrated by Stella and her comrades of the esteemed Butterfly Spirit Race.

The event served as a momentous occasion for the Crown Prince Wang Hao and the Second Princess Wang Ying, as they were bestowed with the revered Butterfly Spirit Mark.

Mesmerized by the spectacle, Wang Jian keenly observed the proceedings, his eyes fixed upon the moment when the Butterfly Spirit Mark was bestowed.

He discovered that the mark was presented with a tender kiss upon the recipient's hand—a gesture brimming with significance and reverence.

An undeniable anticipation stirred within Wang Jian's heart as he imagined the forthcoming ceremony, where it would be Stella's turn to bestow her lips upon his hand.

Following the conclusion of the ceremony, Wang Hao and Wang Ying's faction bid farewell to the forest, their departure marking the end of their presence there.

Fortuitously, Wang Jian did not have to wait long for his own turn to receive the Butterfly Spirit Mark from Stella, the revered Butterfly Spirit Queen. The next day held the promise of this momentous event, brimming with anticipation and significance.

However, with the remainder of the day unoccupied, Wang Jian decided to seek out the company of the church's faithful followers.

A discussion was occurring at this moment on whether they should journey alongside Wang Jian's faction or embark on their own separate path.

As fate would have it, Wang Jian made his entrance, interrupting their deliberations and drawing the attention of the church's followers, including Hong Meilin. Their initial surprise softened upon realizing the immense power that Wang Jian possessed.

Curiosity and intrigue laced Hong Meilin's words as she stepped forward to address Wang Jian. "What brings you here, Your Highness? Is there something you require?"

A serene smile played upon Wang Jian's lips as he replied in a composed tone, "I have come to extend an invitation to you. Stella mentioned that I may have those dear to me present at the ceremony tomorrow."

A hushed gasp rippled through the gathered faithful, their startled expressions mingling with a sense of mounting excitement. The mere thought of their revered Saintess attending the hallowed ceremony sent ripples of anticipation through their hearts.

"This offer, Your Highness... You extend it to our Saintess?" Their voices trembled, a blend of surprise and fervor permeating the air.

Indeed, the allure of attending the ceremony was heightened by the knowledge that it would bestow small yet tangible benefits upon the participants.

Gratitude welled within Hong Meilin as she voiced her appreciation, her voice thick with emotion. "I humbly thank you for this generous offer, Your Highness."

But Wang Jian knew that this effect alone was not enough to solidify his influence over her. It was time to employ his other skill, the Blissful Touch.

In a sudden gesture, he took hold of Hong Meilin's hand and casually remarked, "Stella mentioned that there's a revered dance cherished the entire Butterfly Spirit Race. We are expected to participate in it during the ceremony."

The church's followers, including Hong Meilin, raised their eyebrows inquisitively. Curiosity got the better of them, and they asked, "What kind of dance is this? Why wasn't it performed during the ceremony when the Crown Prince and Second Princess received the Butterfly Spirit Mark?"

Wang Jian sneered with disdain, dismissing their questions. "Comparing their ceremony to mine would be an injustice. I shall be bestowed the mark by the illustrious Queen of the Butterfly Spirit Race, unlike them, who received it from ordinary members. This ceremony holds tremendous significance, and according to Stella, not performing this dance might result in missing out on substantial benefits for our spiritual energy."

His words acted as the final confirmation for the church's followers, sealing their belief in the dance's importance.

"It seems we must seek the guidance of the Butterfly Spirit Race to learn this dance," Hong Meilin suggested.

"No need for that. I've already learned it directly from them, and I can teach it to you. Just follow my lead," Wang Jian hurriedly responded, his words laced with deception.

In truth, no such dance existed within the traditions of the Butterfly Spirit Race.

He concocted this excuse to maintain physical contact with Hong Meilin, utilizing his increasing Blissful Touch technique to amplify her favorability towards him.

Wang Jian had exercised caution, initially restraining the full strength of his Blissful Touch to avoid arousing suspicion in Hong Meilin.

But with each passing moment, he gradually increased the technique's potency, allowing Hong Meilin to mistakenly believe that these feelings were genuinely her own.

As for the dance itself, Wang Jian possessed a wealth of knowledge from his previous life in the modern world.

With familiarity in classical, folk, and romantic dances, he seamlessly incorporated elements from these styles, engaging Hong Meilin in a captivating and lengthy dance.

The church's followers observed, convinced that this was an esteemed tradition of the revered Butterfly Spirit Race.

Wang Jian's scheme unfolded with remarkable success, as Hong Meilin's heart raced within her chest. Overwhelmed by a profound sense of joy, she wished fervently for this moment to linger indefinitely.

The intoxicating effect of the Blissful Touch had intensified her favorability for Wang Jian to unprecedented levels.

Putting the efficacy of his technique to the test, Wang Jian began softly whispering instructions to Hong Meilin, ensuring that none of the church's followers noticed his discreet gestures.

Initially, the directives were simple, like graceful twirls or playful leaps, drawing them closer in an intimate embrace.

As the moments unfolded, his requests took on an increasingly eccentric nature.

Yet, engrossed in her euphoric state, Hong Meilin failed to perceive the peculiarities hidden within the subtle shifts.

It was precisely in this moment that Wang Jian's voice caressed her ear, his words a seductive whisper, "Kiss me."

Enveloped by her euphoria and overwhelming adoration for Wang Jian, Hong Meilin's body instinctively responded, heeding his words before her mind could process their implications.

Without the slightest hesitation, and with an undercurrent of anticipation and excitement, she kissed him with unabashed passion.

It was through this intimate act, the power of their kiss, that the effects of Wang Jian's Blissful Touch would have the greatest impact on Hong Meilin.

Only one other method existed to ensure the peak potency of the Blissful Touch on a woman, and that was through sexual intimacy.

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An eruption of outrage surged through the ranks of the church's devoted followers as they beheld their esteemed Saintess, Hong Meilin, boldly seizing the initiative to bestow upon Wang Jian a passionate kiss.

The intensity of her embrace stoked an inferno of anger within them, as they struggled to reconcile their image of a virtuous and untainted Saintess with this audacious display of intimacy.

While the followers had grudgingly acknowledged Wang Jian's impressive martial prowess, the boundaries of acceptability were shattered by the sight before them.

Whispers and rumors of a burgeoning connection between the Saintess and Wang Jian had circulated amongst the factions of Wang Hao and Wang Ying the day before.

However, the church's faithful adherents staunchly denied these allegations, asserting with unwavering confidence that their revered Saintess would never engage in a relationship with Wang Jian.

Yet now, reality unfolded before their eyes, searing their retinas and stoking a torrent of unbridled fury.

Voices rose in protest, morphing into a chorus of incredulous outbursts and searing insults.

"What on earth is happening? Saintess, what have you done?!"

"Saintess, how could you taint your purity by engaging in such an intimate act with him?!"

"This shameless display from our once-virtuous Saintess is utterly disgraceful! She is behaving no better than a common harlot!"

The torrent of voices cascaded forth, their expressions of outrage growing in intensity, fueling the tempestuous atmosphere.

It was this cacophony of condemnation that jolted Hong Meilin back to reality, causing the euphoria that had clouded her mind to slowly dissipate. With clarity restored, she comprehended the gravity of her misstep.

She had succumbed to the enchanting allure of the blissful feeling, allowing it to guide her into passionately kissing Wang Jian.

Reluctantly, her lips parted from Wang Jian's, and she turned to face her indignant members of the church.

To her surprise, it wasn't the act of kissing Wang Jian that Hong Meilin deeply regretted, but rather the audacity of doing so in the presence of her loyal church members.

Even more astonishing was that Hong Meilin didn't place blame on Wang Jian for his whispered command.

She acknowledged that she was fully aware of her actions throughout and had willingly chosen to kiss him.

Therefore, she didn't find it justifiable to hold Wang Jian accountable for her own choices.

With Wang Jian's hand firmly resting on her waist, he confronted the enraged followers, his voice cutting through the tension like ice.

"Choose your words wisely," he warned, his tone tinged with menace. "If any of you dare to insult my woman, I will show no mercy. None of you will escape the consequences of your insolence!"

The pressure emitted by Wang Jian focused solely on the church members, causing them to feel as though the air had been sucked out of their surroundings. It was so intense that most of them, including the two bishops, found themselves forced to the ground, as if an immense aura was pressing them down.

In that moment, Wang Jian discreetly activated the low-intensity Blissful Touch technique through his hand firmly grasping Hong Meilin's waist, concealing it from her awareness.

Despite the hurt and anger she felt at the despicable insults hurled by her church followers, Hong Meilin couldn't help but experience a profound sense of bliss as she witnessed Wang Jian standing up for her, protecting her from her own comrades.

"Please let them go, Your Highness," Hong Meilin requested Wang Jian politely.

"Are you certain you wish to forgive them? I believe they have yet to learn their lesson," Wang Jian spoke icily, his gaze piercing through the church members.

"...No. The fault lies with me. They were entirely justified in admonishing me," Hong Meilin humbly and respectfully replied.

Though she spoke those words, not all of them reflected her true sentiments. She still carried the hurt and anger within her, but she chose not to prolong the matter, unwilling to see Wang Jian harm members of her beloved church.

"...I will release them at your request," Wang Jian said coldly, retracting his oppressive aura. As a result, the church members gradually rose to their feet, taking deep breaths to recover.

Yet, the fury in their eyes toward Hong Meilin remained. It was evident that this matter was far from concluded.

However, Wang Jian soon turned away and declared, "I shall take my leave now. Remember the dance and ensure your presence at tomorrow's ceremony."

His words hung in the air, leaving a sense of anticipation and unresolved tension among the church members as Wang Jian departed.

As Wang Jian prepared to depart, his keen ears caught a torrent of insults being hurled at Hong Meilin, even before he had left the vicinity.

A wicked smile played upon Wang Jian's lips, for his plan had executed flawlessly.

With each insult, Hong Meilin would feel a deepening sense of isolation from her comrades, gradually fostering a growing resentment within her.

In this bleak scenario, he would become her sole source of solace and support.

After returning to his faction's stronghold, Wang Jian resolved to meet Lady Zhuoran and dismantle any lingering reluctance that had dwelled within her.

Drawing upon his formidable repertoire of skills—Charismatic Magnetism, Enchanting Pheromones, and the fascinating power of the Blissful Touch—he embarked on a mission to conquer not only her body but her mind.

The night unfolded in a symphony of passion, where Wang Jian's every move was an orchestrated rhythm designed to pound Lady Zhuoran into submission.

With calculated finesse, he unleashed his mastery, bewitching her senses and plunging her deeper into the abyss of insatiable desire.

Lost in a haze of lust and yearning, Lady Zhuoran discovered a truth that resonated within the depths of her being.

No longer could she resist the alluring call of Wang Jian. Her cravings intensified, an insatiable hunger that could only be sated by the touch of his very being.

Even the slightest graze of his pinky finger against her flesh ignited an inferno of heat, a primal longing that could only be quelled through an intense and intimate union with him.

In her mind, being with Wang Jian became the pinnacle of bliss, an intoxicating elixir she could not bear to relinquish. The depths of their connection beckoned her, promising a fulfillment that surpassed all boundaries.

With each resounding pound, Wang Jian cemented his dominance over Lady Zhuoran's body and soul. Their union was a tempestuous dance, where desire melded with surrender, leaving her utterly consumed by his touch.

The power of their connection reverberated through her being, echoing the raw intensity of their desires.

As their bodies entwined and their passions collided, Lady Zhuoran was enveloped in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

In the aftermath of their fervent and intoxicating liaison, Lady Zhuoran was consumed by a profound sense of fulfillment, her very core anchored to the all-encompassing bliss she had discovered in the arms of Wang Jian.

A whirlwind of sensations danced within her, mingling desire, satisfaction, and an insatiable hunger for more.

Yet, her astonishment knew no bounds when she awoke to the startling revelation that her cultivation realm had ascended to unprecedented heights.

Once confined to the stagnation of the Fifth Level of the King Realm, she now found herself elevated to the illustrious Seventh Level in a single night of passion.

It was a profound metamorphosis that defied logic and surpassed her wildest expectations.

As Lady Zhuoran absorbed the magnitude of this extraordinary leap, a radiant smile blossomed on her face.

In that moment, she discerned a glimmer of purpose beyond the immediate pleasures she had indulged in.

Embracing her role as the matriarch of her race, she carried the weighty responsibility of cultivating her own strength and guiding her clan to new heights of greatness.

And if surrendering herself to the magnetic allure of Wang Jian promised to unlock untapped reservoirs of power, she would seize that opportunity without hesitation.

Yet, deep down, Lady Zhuoran was aware that her noble justifications served a dual purpose.

They allowed her to cloak her true desires with a facade of duty and righteousness, providing a semblance of moral validation for her insatiable longing to be with Wang Jian.

In truth, her motives were driven not solely by the pursuit of power, but by a primal, unspoken craving that burned within her core.

Lady Zhuoran's smile, tinged with a trace of mischief, mirrored the complex interplay of her thoughts. With each passing moment, her desire for Wang Jian grew stronger, intertwining with her yearning for strength and supremacy.

In this intricate dance of power and passion, Lady Zhuoran was prepared to navigate the blurred lines between duty and desire, fully aware that her true motivations could not be easily disentangled from the web she had spun around herself.

After having successfully ensnared Lady Zhuoran in his web of desire and manipulation, Wang Jian's attention now turned towards his next target: Lady Zhuoran's beloved daughter, Bixi Shuyan.

His dark intentions were veiled behind a sinister smile that danced upon his lips as he rose from his reclined position.

Engaging a combination of elemental techniques, he purified his body and adorned himself in pristine white attire, a clear symbol of his royal status. With calculated steps, he made his way towards the designated location for the forthcoming ceremony.

Lady Zhuoran, despite her exhaustion, summoned the strength to rise from the bed. Employing her mastery over the water element, she cleansed herself, reveling in the soothing sensation of renewal.

She then adorned an elegant ensemble, carefully chosen to veil her seductive figure, before hastening to join Wang Jian outside the tent.

Meanwhile, Bixi Shuyan, unaware of the dark intentions lurking beneath Wang Jian's charismatic facade, prepared herself for the event.

As she approached him, her youthful innocence shone through, an unassuming presence amidst the tangled web of deceit.

The trio embarked on their journey towards the ceremony, their steps guided by a shared purpose, albeit concealed beneath their individual facades.

A sense of anticipation filled the air as their paths converged, and it was in this moment that Hong Meilin, bearing the weight of her sleepless nights, joined their entourage.

As Wang Jian's gaze fell upon Hong Meilin's countenance, a flicker of satisfaction danced in his heart.

He reveled in the sight of her weariness and the shadows that lingered beneath her eyes, for it signified the successful execution of his plan.

The outcome had surpassed even his lofty expectations, fueling his sinister satisfaction.

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In the aftermath of the preceding day's events, Hong Meilin found herself bearing the weight of numerous abuses, insults, and disdain inflicted upon her by her fellow comrades.

Resolute and tenacious, she suppressed these emotions, burying them deep within the recesses of her heart.

Seeking solace and respite, she retired to her tent, hoping that slumber would offer an escape from the haunting echoes of her mistreatment.

Yet, sleep proved to be an elusive companion.

Despite her best efforts to banish the tormenting memories, her restless mind persisted in replaying every cutting remark, every venomous insult.

The relentless mental playback only served to amplify her anxiety and ignite a smoldering resentment towards those who had treated her with such callous disregard.

How could they respond with such vitriol and hostility?

In the depths of her turmoil, Hong Meilin's thoughts wandered to a path not taken.

She couldn't help but contemplate the lives of other women her age, their hearts entwined in the passionate dance of love or the sacred vows of marriage.

In stark contrast, she had poured her entire being into the service of the church, surrendering her personal desires and aspirations along the way.

She couldn't ignore the weight of the contract she had willingly signed with Wang Jian, a pact crafted to secure the lives of her comrades and ensure the church's access to coveted rare ores.

Yet, it seemed that her comrades remained oblivious to the magnitude of her sacrifice, their focus fixated solely on her single misstep.

The larger purpose behind her actions was obscured, overshadowed by their narrow judgment.

As her mind continued its relentless spiral, anger and resentment swelled within Hong Meilin, fueling her growing animosity towards her fellow comrades.

However, she clung to a fragment of understanding that tempered her reaction.

Deep in the recesses of her consciousness, a flicker of recognition acknowledged the faint semblance of justification in their actions, even if it seemed misplaced.

As they made their way towards the ceremony, Wang Jian turned to Hong Meilin with a concerned look. "Hey, are you alright? Your comrades really went overboard with their reaction earlier."

Hong Meilin, her smile unwavering, responded in a calm tone. "Don't worry, Your Highness. They understood that I got caught up in the moment and have already forgiven me."

It was a blatant lie, but Wang Jian maintained his smile and spoke reassuringly. "That's a relief.

It's important for them to realize that even as a Saintess, you have your own life. The church shouldn't be allowed to restrict your freedom."

His words struck a chord within Hong Meilin, her mind drifting into contemplation as she absentmindedly replied, "You're absolutely right, Your Highness."

During their journey, Wang Jian engaged in conversation with her, subtly maneuvering his words to manipulate her perception of the church.

He avoided painting the church as an inherently evil religion, knowing well that Hong Meilin had dedicated her life to its service.

Such a portrayal would be futile and unproductive. Instead, he chose a different approach, skillfully using facts and theories to shed light on the church's self-centered nature.

He emphasized how they employed subtle forms of manipulation and brainwashing to ensure unwavering loyalty from their followers.

In doing so, they secured both public support and maintained their influential political standing.

Wang Jian gradually made Hong Meilin understand that, as a Saintess, she served as a mere instrument for the church's ulterior motives.

With her virtuous nature, purity of heart, and innate charisma, she possessed the power to sway the hearts and minds of the faithful, ensuring their unwavering devotion.

His words worked their magic, gently persuading Hong Meilin to see beyond her naive and idealistic perspective.

They resonated with her own underlying thoughts, which had long been concealed deep within her heart.

Despite the turmoil brewing within her, Hong Meilin managed to suppress her dissenting thoughts, reminding herself that it was not right to harbor negative sentiments towards the church that had provided her with everything she had known.

Before long, Wang Jian's group of four arrived at the ceremony's location. As they reached their destination, Wang Jian exchanged pleasantries with a couple of members from the Butterfly Spirit Race. These women possessed undeniable beauty, though not quite at the level of heroines.

Nonetheless, their allure was captivating. Guided by these members, Wang Jian was led to the center of an ancient array—a marvel of intricate design and ancient craftsmanship.

The array hummed with a mystical energy, its origins veiled in the mists of time. Simultaneously, other Butterfly Spirit members escorted Hong Meilin, Lady Zhuoran, and Bixi Shuyan to different points within the expansive array, each position bearing significance to the ceremony's proceedings.

Soon, Stella made her appearance, clad in a resplendent green gown that accentuated her enchanting allure.

Her figure, graceful and alluring, caught Wang Jian's attention, prompting his eyes to linger with an unabashed gaze.

Yet, he swiftly quelled these impure thoughts, aware that any advances towards Stella would prove futile without leverage over her... at least for now.

The ancestral array stood before them, a complex web of ancient symbols and intricate patterns etched into the very fabric of its existence.

It emanated an aura of power, with each line and curve crafted from rare and mystical materials, imbued with the essence of the Butterfly Spirit Race.

Positioned at specific points within the array, the Butterfly Spirit members stood with solemn dedication, awaiting the signal from their queen to activate its profound capabilities.

They understood their role as conduits, channeling their innate connection with nature to unlock the array's full potential.

With a gentle wave of her hand, Queen Stella signaled her followers to commence the activation process, their movements synchronized with a harmonious dance of grace and purpose.

The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the array's dormant energy began to stir, as if awakening from a slumber that spanned centuries.

Before long, Stella stood before Wang Jian, a serene smile on her face.

With unwavering confidence, she spoke, her voice resonating with clarity, "Seventh Prince Wang Jian, do you willingly forge an eternal bond as my lifelong comrade?"

Wang Jian's response was calm and sincere as he replied, "Yes."

"I, Stella, Queen of the Butterfly Spirit Race, shall bestow upon you my personal mark, a symbol of our everlasting alliance," she declared, taking a step forward and gently clasping his hands within her own.

In that instant, Wang Jian's eyes ignited with a vibrant brilliance, activating his Blissful Touch ability. Though he knew that stealing a kiss from Stella in this moment would be unlikely, he recognized the opportunity to deepen her fondness for him.

Stella possessed an extraordinary level of luck and spiritual energy, making her immune to the typical effects of Wang Jian's Blissful Touch ability.

Wang Jian wasn't disappointed as he noticed that his Blissful Touch ability failed to work on Stella as this outcome was one that he had anticipated and planned for.

Raising Wang Jian's right hand, Stella drew closer, her captivating lips nearing his skin before pressing a tender kiss upon it.

As the contact was made, waves of intense pleasure coursed through Stella's being, not reaching the magnitude of when Wang Jian had used his Blissful Touch ability on Hong Meilin, yet far surpassing any pleasure she had experienced before.

Simultaneously, a magnificent spectacle unfolded—a colossal manifestation of pure spiritual energy materialized above them, casting a luminous glow upon the surroundings. The sheer magnitude of this phenomenon sent ripples of energy cascading throughout the array.

Almost 90% of the released spiritual energy was effortlessly absorbed by Wang Jian, its potent essence fueling his own transformation.

The remaining 10% dispersed among the other individuals present, granting them a mere taste of this spiritual power.

As if acknowledging the profound change that occurred within him, a delicate pink butterfly mark materialized on Wang Jian's right hand, symbolizing the fusion of his physical and spiritual essence.

Now, his spiritual energy surged to a formidable level, capable of quelling entire armies of King Realm warriors. This unforeseen enhancement surpassed his expectations, delivering an unprecedented advantage.

Yet, there was more. Wang Jian discovered newfound immunity to attacks from insect-type beasts and the disorienting effects of illusionary assaults.

However, the most remarkable boon bestowed upon him in this extraordinary moment was the staggering increase in his luck.

What had once hovered near the threshold of 50,000 now skyrocketed to a staggering 121,000, transforming his fortune into an unstoppable force. His boost in luck had caused his Enchantment Ability to level up at this moment.

[Firstly, if the target has much higher luck than the user, there is now a 30% chance of increasing the target's positive feelings towards the user to 50.]

[Secondly, if the target has luck equal to or below the user's, the Enchantment Ability will instantly increase their favorability towards the user to 60.]

[The cooldown of this skill is now one month.]

And the last was the massive number of Destiny Points that Wang Jian had received from the system.

The staggering number reached 2.6 million Destiny Points.

This meant that after combining it with his nearly 400,000 Destiny Points, Wang Jian now held more than 3 million Destiny Points.

This caused Wang Jian's eyes to flicker with depraved desire as he understood that these staggering number of destiny points that he received were merely from receiving Stella's kiss on his hand and her mark.

If he ever received her first kiss or took her virginity, there was really no telling the number of points he would earn.

Naturally, the connection between them didn't just give advantages to Wang Jian as Stella's luck rose sharply as well and for some reason, her insights in Wind Element rose sharply as well.

It had now reached the peak level before even surpassing it and she gained enlightenment in a Wind Elemental Domain.

This domain was known as Zephyr's Tranquil Empyrean Sanctuary.

Through this domain, Stella could manipulate the vibrations and frequencies present in the air, transforming them into ethereal whispers of unparalleled potency.

These potent whispers of wind could affect the opponent greatly by slowing him down or attacking him with invisible wind blades created through vibrations.

Moreover, these vibrations and frequencies would allow Stella to sense her enemy so acutely that she could easily anticipate his moves.

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Status

Name: Wang Jian.

Age: 20 years old.

Destiny Points: 3,012,613.

Cultivation: Third Stage of the King Realm. (Require 100,000 Destiny Points for each stage.)

Cultivation Technique: Soaring Dragon Technique (Level 5) (Requires 2,000,000 Destiny Points to level up).

Skills: Origin Fist, Beam of Destruction, Mystic Force, Divine Shielding Iron Body, Enhanced Strength, Spiritual Sensitivity, Moonrise Fist, Lunar Shield, Moonshadow Step, Eclipse Domain Annihilation, Black Castle, Elemental Genius, Dragon's Prestige (Level 3), Enchantment Ability (Level 2), Art of Purification, Charismatic Magnetism, Enchanting Pheromones, Blissful Touch, Shadowmeld, Yin Manipulation, Yin Enhancement, and Devil Devouring Bloodline Ability.

(Note: The Shadow Manipulation and Dark Fog abilities will now be combined with Shadowmeld technique. The Tranquil Mind Divine Mantra will no longer be necessary because the Blue Moon Eclipse Devil Bloodline will be concealed by the Chaotic Yang Body.)

Sword Techniques: Starry Night Sky Strike, Serene Moonlight Slash, Swift Silver Stab, Endless Blade Defense, and Flowing Water Guard.

Ocular Abilities: True Eyes (Level 2) (200,000 Destiny Points), Abyss Eyes (Upgraded along with Bloodline.)

Bloodline: Blue Moon Eclipse Devil Bloodline. (Third Level) (Next level: 3,000,000 Destiny Points).

Insight in Laws – Flame: Peak-Level, Lightning – Peak-Level, Earth: Peak-Level, Wind: Peak-Level, Water: Peak-Level, Darkness: Peak-Level, Moon: Peak-Level. Sword – Nil (200,000 Destiny Points), Space – Nil (1,000,000 Destiny Points).

Domains – Flame: Scorching Solar Incineration Domain, Lightning: Nil (10,000,000 Destiny Points.), Earth: Nil (10,000,000 Destiny Points.), Wind: Nil (10,000,000 Destiny Points.), Water: Nil (10,000,000 Destiny Points.), Moon: Nil (10,000,000 Destiny Points.), Darkness: Nil (10,000,000 Destiny Points.)

Physique: Chaotic Yang Body (10,000,000 Destiny Points).

Spirit: Solarstorm Tempest Abyss Dragon (Ninth Star Spirit) (Mutated).

Weaknesses: Holy Attribute.

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After several minutes, the ethereal manifestation of the ancestral figure of the Butterfly Spirit Race dissipated, signifying the completion of the sacred ceremony.

Hong Meilin, Lady Zhuoran, and Bixi Shuyan were filled with deep gratitude towards Wang Jian, their hearts brimming with the profoundness of the legendary ritual they had just partaken in.

Together, they made their way back to the camp, accompanied by Wang Jian. However, as they reached their destination, Hong Meilin's countenance grew melancholic, weighed down by the knowledge that she would soon have to rejoin her church comrades.

A sense of sadness enveloped her as she anticipated the onslaught of insults and abuses that she would inevitably face upon her return.

Sensitive to her concerns, Wang Jian voiced his worry, "Are you certain you will be alright? You have the option to forgo rejoining your group and instead accompany my entourage. I had already intended to discuss this matter with the Pope, ensuring that it is resolved."

As Hong Meilin's gaze flickered, she couldn't help but be moved by Wang Jian's thoughtful offer. Gratitude and determination intertwined within her as she mustered her response, her voice a mix of appreciation and resolve. "Thank you for your kind offer, Your Highness. However, I must take my leave now."

Wang Jian nodded, understanding the weight of her decision. Before she departed, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small talisman, handing it to Hong Meilin.

"Take this talisman with you. Should you ever encounter any danger, activate it. It will alert me, and I will swiftly come to your aid."

Hong Meilin's eyes widened with gratitude as she accepted the talisman.

"Thank you, Your Highness," she expressed, her voice filled with sincere appreciation.

With the talisman securely held in her grasp, she turned to resume her journey towards her church comrades. Each step she took carried the weight of her bittersweet acceptance of her fate.

With Hong Meilin's departure, Wang Jian wasted no time in giving his faction members the command to pack up.

The urgency in his voice was evident, as he understood the need to swiftly leave the forest behind.

Lingering any longer would only expose them to the threat of his ambitious siblings, who were likely already making moves to expand their own factions within the Empire.

After conveying his orders to his faction, Wang Jian ventured forth alone, leaving his comrades to attend to the task of packing their belongings.

He skillfully navigated through the dense forest, guided by a keen sense of direction and purpose.

As he neared a specific spot within the forest, the air seemed to shimmer with an enchanting aura.

Concealed within the embrace of a powerful illusionary array, the members of the Crimson Cult awaited Wang Jian's arrival.

This ingenious camouflage was crafted with such finesse that not even Stella, with all her perceptiveness, could detect their presence.

Wang Jian approached the hidden gathering, his voice resonating with determination as he spoke to the unseen figures before him, "The Church's group will soon depart. It is imperative that you launch a swift and ruthless assault, eliminating every single one of them and securing the capture of the Saintess."

A voice, laced with unwavering loyalty, responded from the concealed surroundings, "We shall execute this task without fail."

Satisfied with the exchange, Wang Jian turned on his heels and retraced his steps, making his way back to his faction's side.

As the factions led by Wang Jian and the church slowly made their way out of the forest, their paths aligned on the same route.

However, a considerable delay separated them, with Wang Jian's faction forging ahead while the church's group lagged behind.

Days passed, and the outskirts of the forest came into view. It was at this critical juncture that the Crimson Cult members finally unleashed their long-awaited assault.

Why was Wang Jian so certain of this moment? The answer lay in the signal he received through the talisman entrusted to Hong Meilin.

However, there was one vital detail he had withheld from her. Once activated, the talisman encased her within an intense energy bubble infused with the peak insights of his Water Attribute.

This impenetrable bubble could only be shattered if the combined might of the Crimson Cult members relentlessly attacked it for four consecutive hours.

Thankfully, Wang Jian had anticipated the timing and raced to Hong Meilin's aid, utilizing his Moonshadow Step—a technique blending the laws of Moon and Darkness, enabling him to glide through the air soundlessly.

His incredible speed propelled him towards the Crimson Cult's assault site in a matter of minutes.

A powerful barrier, radiating a vibrant shade of red, stood erected as the Crimson Cult members clashed with the church's experts.

The gravity of the situation was palpable, etching grave expressions on the faces of the church's members.

The toll of the relentless onslaught was evident, with most of their comrades already lying slain.

Amidst the chaos, the surviving members of the church's group vented their frustration and anger towards Hong Meilin, unaware of her safety within the impregnable water bubble.

Their insults and abuses rained down upon her relentlessly, accusing her of being a selfish woman who only cared for her own life.

As death loomed closer, they seized the opportunity to blame her for their impending doom, hurling the most venomous words imaginable.

Hong Meilin clenched her teeth, her tears mingling with her anguished cries.

The revelation that activating the talisman had ensnared her within the watery prison struck her with a heart-wrenching blow.

She understood Wang Jian's motive for keeping this information hidden, knowing that had she been aware, she would have refrained from activating the talisman.

His silence served as a shield, to protect her life.

However, the agony of being trapped within the bubble surpassed the physical onslaught she might have faced from the Crimson Cult members.

Helpless, she could only bear witness as her comrades fell one by one, their lives extinguished by the relentless hands of their enemies.

Wang Jian, his arrival swift and unnoticed, observed the unfolding massacre with a sinister glint in his eyes.

He withheld his intervention, waiting with calculated patience for the Crimson Cult members to complete their ruthless mission—annihilating every last member of the church's group.

The sinister satisfaction that danced within his gaze betrayed the depths of his malevolence.

In a calculated display of ruthlessness, the Crimson Cult members unleashed a relentless barrage of powerful attacks, augmented by weapons laced with deadly poisons.

Their insidious strategy bore fruit, swiftly claiming the lives of the church members.

Within a span of just a couple of hours, Wang Jian bore witness to the seemingly complete slaughter of the church's faction.

A few desperate souls attempted to flee, hoping to salvage their lives, but their efforts proved futile.

The Crimson Cult members, ever vigilant, hunted down any who dared to escape.

With their primary objective accomplished, the Crimson Cult now turned their attention to assaulting the protective water barrier enfolding Hong Meilin.

Their aim was to capture her and transport her to their secret stronghold, marking a significant triumph for their twisted cause.

Anxiety gnawed at Hong Meilin's core as she observed the relentless assault on the water bubble surrounding her.

Though the barrier held firm, enduring the onslaught of the Crimson Cult warriors, her innate connection to the Water Element allowed her to sense its diminishing strength.

She possessed the ability to faintly manipulate the water bubble and escape its confines, yet she hesitated.

With all her comrades already fallen, she questioned the futility of emerging from the bubble's shelter.

It seemed wiser to await the arrival of Wang Jian.

Her patience was rewarded sooner than anticipated. After a mere ten minutes, a breathtaking event unfolded before her eyes.

An aura suffused with hues of vibrant orange swept across the area, accompanied by sudden eruptions of flames that encircled their surroundings.

It was none other than Wang Jian's Scorching Solar Incineration Domain, encapsulating the entire location.

Now that the Crimson Cult members had fulfilled the tasks assigned to them, they had outlived their usefulness in Wang Jian's grand scheme.

It was time to eliminate them, and the blazing domain was the instrument of their demise.

"You will pay for your wicked actions!" Wang Jian's furious voice resounded in the area.

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In a moment of overwhelming joy, Hong Meilin's heart swelled as she beheld Wang Jian's striking countenance, charging fearlessly into the fray.

The orange aura intertwined with dancing flames emitted by his being exuded an unfamiliar power, filling her with an inexplicable sense of confidence.

The notion that Wang Jian had attained insight into a domain while still a King Realm expert never crossed her mind, as it defied her knowledge and experience.

At this crucial juncture, Hong Meilin found solace in Wang Jian's presence. She believed that with him by her side, everything would be set right.

She knew she could survive, and she trusted that Wang Jian would exact vengeance for the fallen church members, victims of the sinister Crimson Cult.

The members of the Crimson Cult, confronted with Wang Jian's unexpected appearance and ambiguous words, found themselves perplexed and bewildered.

This very task had been assigned by Wang Jian himself, yet his current stance suggested an impending confrontation with them.

Before anyone could voice their confusion, the entire expanse of the Scorching Solar Incineration Domain was bombarded with a relentless onslaught of hundreds of fireballs.

These lethal projectiles, of considerable size, blanketed the domain, leaving no avenue for escape.

The searing heat scorched the air, causing the Crimson Cult experts to experience excruciating pain, their very skin ablaze. Only Hong Meilin and Wang Jian remained protected within the domain, shielded from the relentless assault.

In desperation, the Crimson Cult members unleashed their most potent attacks, striving to counter the onslaught of fireballs and preserve their lives.

Yet, the ferocity of the fireballs showed no signs of abating.

Wang Jian's peak level insights into the Flame Element rendered their qi and elemental mastery inadequate for countering his formidable power.

A series of deafening explosions echoed through the air, drowning out the agonized screams of the Crimson Cult members as they were reduced to nothing more than charred remnants by the onslaught of the fiery projectiles.

Having dispatched their enemies with swift and decisive action, Wang Jian dispelled the water bubble that had imprisoned Hong Meilin, freeing her from its confinements.

With a tender expression adorning his face, he approached her, and she drew nearer, clutching his hand tightly as she poured out her heartfelt gratitude.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice brimming with genuine emotion. "If it weren't for you, I don't know what fate would have befallen me. I could never have avenged the lives of my fallen comrades."

Wang Jian gently pulled her into an embrace, his touch soothing as he caressed her back, seeking to calm her trembling form.

"I regret my tardiness, my inability to reach you and save your comrades sooner," he confessed, his voice tinged with remorse. "And I apologize for not disclosing the existence of the protective water bubble that would envelop you upon activating the talisman. But you must understand, from my perspective, I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to you."

Her eyes welling with gratitude and understanding, Hong Meilin softly murmured, "Your Highness, I don't mind. Truly, I don't. My heart is filled with nothing but gratitude for you."

As their hug gradually loosened, their gazes locked onto one another, a profound connection forming between them.

Drawn inexorably closer, Wang Jian's lips hovered tantalizingly close to Hong Meilin's, and with an intensity that took her by surprise, he kissed her.

It was a fervent and passionate kiss, and to her own astonishment, she could not resist it, but instead allowed herself to be consumed by its ardor.

In that fleeting moment, Wang Jian had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he subtly gauged Hong Meilin's response.

He had deliberately refrained from utilizing any of his techniques, wanting to test her reaction, confident that the timing was perfect.

Even if his little test had failed, he had a contingency plan in mind. He would have effortlessly employed his techniques and still shared a passionate kiss with Hong Meilin.

It was a deviously foolproof scheme, meticulously crafted within the recesses of his mind.

But as their lips melded together, Wang Jian felt a surge of exhilaration. To his delight, Hong Meilin didn't pull away or display any signs of resistance.

Instead, she wholeheartedly surrendered herself to the intensity of the moment, embracing the shared passion between them.

As their lips reluctantly parted, Wang Jian couldn't contain his delight, a soft smile playing upon his lips.

"It seems you have finally made up your mind about our relationship. Your response fills me with genuine happiness," he whispered, his voice tinged with affection.

Hong Meilin's voice carried a tender vulnerability as she replied, "I cannot deny these feelings, Your Highness. It's a truth I can no longer suppress. I have fallen for you, and it would be futile to resist."

With their hands interlocked, Wang Jian gently guided Hong Meilin towards their next destination.

"Come, let us gather your belongings and make our way to my faction's camp, which lies farther ahead. I had to employ my swiftest technique to reach you once I received your signal," he explained, his tone laced with determination.

Together, they moved through the aftermath of the fierce battle, carefully collecting the spatial rings and other precious artifacts left behind by the fallen church comrades.

Each item held memories and significance, and Hong Meilin ensured that none were left behind.

Once they had secured everything, they resumed their journey towards Wang Jian's faction, their footsteps echoing in harmony.

Unknown to Hong Meilin, Wang Jian had deliberately instructed his faction to continue their advance, creating the illusion that they were much farther away.

It was a calculated move, intended to enhance Hong Meilin's perception of his efficiency.

Wang Jian knew that these subtle details would not go unnoticed by Hong Meilin. By orchestrating such a swift rescue, he aimed to leave a lasting impression, deepening her admiration for him.

After a weary journey of fifteen long hours, Wang Jian and Hong Meilin finally arrived at the campsite where Wang Jian's faction had set up their temporary abode. As they entered the camp, the members of his faction swarmed around them, their curious gazes filled with anticipation and concern.

Eager to know the details, the faction members bombarded Hong Meilin with questions, their voices filled with genuine empathy.

Overwhelmed by emotions, Hong Meilin recounted the harrowing events that unfolded in the forest, her voice tinged with sorrow and grief.

She spared no details, painting a vivid picture of the Crimson Cult's sudden and brutal assault, and the tragic loss of her comrades.

Listening intently, Wang Jian's subordinates absorbed every word, their expressions growing somber with each passing moment.

They understood the gravity of the situation and the pain Hong Meilin must have endured. Their hearts went out to her, a collective empathy resonating through their ranks.

Sensing the need for solace and respite, Wang Jian took charge, issuing a command that dispersed his subordinates, allowing him to lead Hong Meilin to a secluded and tranquil corner of the camp.

The peaceful ambiance embraced them, offering a moment of respite from the chaos that had unfolded.

As they settled down in the serene surroundings, Wang Jian's voice was gentle and comforting. "Take a moment to gather yourself, Hong Meilin. I know it has been a difficult journey for you, and I admire your strength and resilience. Your comrades will always be remembered."

Hong Meilin nodded, her eyes welling up with tears once again.

She felt a mixture of gratitude and sorrow, grateful for Wang Jian's understanding and support during this trying time.

The weight of her emotions began to lift, knowing she was now in the presence of allies who would stand by her side.

In the tranquil atmosphere of the tent, they found solace in each other's presence.

"...I will take my leave now. Do not hesitate to seek me out should you require any assistance," Wang Jian's voice resonated with courteous grace as he gracefully exited the tent.

He understood the significance of granting Hong Meilin some solitary respite, fully aware that the opportune moment for a passionate night would soon occur.

Once outside, Wang Jian rendezvoused with Lady Zhuoran, his voice laced with an enticing allure as he extended an invitation for a rendezvous at the stroke of midnight within the confines of his own tent.

The mere utterance of those words ignited an electric anticipation within Lady Zhuoran, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and eagerness for the intimate night that lay ahead.

Unbeknownst to Lady Zhuoran, Wang Jian, driven by a clandestine desire, ventured back to his own tent, issuing a command for a maid to summon Bixi Shuyan.

As Bixi Shuyan cautiously entered his domain, her nerves palpable, she could sense the underlying purpose of Wang Jian's summons.

With a deep breath, she summoned her courage and stepped further into his tent, her heart racing with both trepidation and a flicker of curiosity.

Within the confines of the tent, the atmosphere thickened with an ominous energy. Clothes cascaded to the floor, revealing their bare forms, vulnerable and exposed.

In a moment devoid of tenderness or empathy, Wang Jian unleashed the depths of his sinister nature.

Like a predator pouncing on its prey, he lunged at Bixi Shuyan, his eyes ablaze with depravity and ruthlessness.

His actions were fueled by an insatiable hunger, as he relentlessly thrust himself upon her, their bodies entangled in a dance of dominance and submission.

With a firm grip on her silver tails, he tugged possessively, exerting his control over her.

In this dark symphony of desire, Bixi Shuyan found herself caught between pain and pleasure, her moans mingling with the air.

Each thrust from Wang Jian's forceful advances sparked within her a twisted pleasure, a contradiction that twisted her emotions further.

As the intensity escalated, her surrender became complete, succumbing to the twisted pleasure that enveloped her being.

As the hands of time spun their intricate dance, the hours slipped away unnoticed until the mystical hour of midnight enveloped the world in its clandestine embrace.

Bathed in the silver glow of the moon, Lady Zhuoran moved towards Wang Jian's tent. It wasn't until she entered the tent that she came across a shocking sight.

Lady Zhuoran stood frozen, her senses assailed by the raw intensity of the scene before her. Her eyes widened, attempting to process the surreal sight that unfolded in the dimly lit chamber.

The air grew heavy with a mix of disbelief, anger, and a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions she struggled to contain.

There, on the bed, lay her daughter, Bixi Shuyan, bared and vulnerable, entangled in the throes of a passion that defied reason.

Wang Jian, his countenance twisted into a sinister grin, ravished her with a ruthless fervor, plunging her into a realm of ecstasy tainted by the shadows of their forbidden desire.

Bixi Shuyan, lost in the tempest of pleasure, saw her mother and was extremely scared but she was powerless to halt the avalanche of sensations that consumed her. A final crescendo of pleasure coursed through her body, causing her to release a primal moan that mingled with the charged atmosphere of the room.

Wang Jian, the orchestrator of this dark scenario, reveled in his debauched conquest. His eyes met Lady Zhuoran's, an insidious glint shimmering within them. He relished the torment that etched itself upon her features.

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"Welcome, my dear. How delightful that you have arrived right on schedule," Wang Jian's sinister voice resonated within the confines of his tent.

Lady Zhuoran's voice quivered with a mix of confusion, fury, and deep worry. "W-What is the meaning of this?! What are you doing with my daughter?!"

In a sudden and forceful movement, Wang Jian seized hold of Bixi Shuyan's delicate tail, employing his extraordinary abilities of Blessed Touch and Enchanting Pheromones to evoke within her a potent blend of overwhelming pleasure and intense desire.

He then forcefully withdrew his pulsating member from the depths of Bixi Shuyan's quivering being, his gaze fixated on Lady Zhuoran with a mixture of arrogance and satisfaction.

In a low, menacing voice, he addressed her, "Do you even need to ask? It's quite obvious what I am doing with her. We are indulging in an extraordinary experience, one that brings me immense pleasure.

Meanwhile, Bixi Shuyan, her emotions in turmoil, found the courage to question Wang Jian, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, "Your Highness, why would my mother visit you at such a late hour?"

With a sinister grin plastered across his face, Wang Jian shifted his attention to Bixi Shuyan, his response laced with wicked amusement, "As for your query, my dear, the answer should be abundantly clear by now. Your mother is here to provide me with the same pleasure you are offering at this very moment. I must admit that she has become quite skilled in the art."

Lady Zhuoran's voice trembled with a mix of fury and betrayal as she confronted Wang Jian, her words laced with righteous indignation, "This can't be true! You gave me your word that you would never lay a hand on her as long as I complied with your every demand. I endured every debased request, obeying your every order, but you have shattered your promise!"

Wang Jian responded with a callous roll of his eyes, his voice dripping with malice, "Oh, my dear, promises are meant to be broken. I simply lied to you, plain and simple. After all, what power did you have to enforce such a vow upon me?"

In the midst of the unfolding horror, Bixi Shuyan's realization struck her like a thunderbolt. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at Wang Jian, her voice quivering with fear, "You deceived me too! You swore that if I followed your commands, you would never lay a hand on my mother."

Wang Jian tightened his grip on her silver tail, relishing in the control he held, his laughter filled with a sadistic delight, "Hahahaha... Yes, my dear, both of you were foolish enough to fall for that lie. From the very beginning, my intention was to revel in the pleasures you both offer."

Wang Jian's voice dripped with depravity and wickedness as he declared, "It seems we have all reached a common understanding. Now, let us proceed to the next phase of our little gathering."

Before Bixi Shuyan or Lady Zhuoran could comprehend his intentions, Wang Jian vanished from the bed, reappearing beside Lady Zhuoran in an instant.

With a forceful grip, he threw Lady Zhuoran onto the bed next to her daughter, Bixi Shuyan.

"As for the next stage of our meeting, it is only natural to indulge in the pleasure of both of you together. I must confess, this particular act fulfills one of my darkest fantasies," Wang Jian uttered, his voice laced with a sadistic undertone.

Lady Zhuoran's face contorted with hatred and disgust as she mustered all her courage to confront Wang Jian. "You are the epitome of depravity! I have never encountered such a repugnant and vile creature in my life!"

Wang Jian's grin widened, relishing in Lady Zhuoran's revulsion. With deliberate steps, he closed the distance between them, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement.

"Your words are music to my ears, my dear. But enough with the pleasantries. I'd much rather spend our time engaging in a more... intimate form of play."

His words sent a shiver down the spines of both women, their fear mingled with a sickening anticipation.

Bixi Shuyan's cries of desperation filled the air as she desperately struggled against Wang Jian's iron grip on her mother's dress. She exerted every ounce of strength, but it was futile against his overpowering force.

In a single ruthless motion, Wang Jian tore apart Lady Zhuoran's dress, gazing at her delicate and alluring form to his twisted gaze.

Wang Jian fixed his gaze on Bixi Shuyan, an evil grin spreading across his face. "My dear Shuyan, it's time for you to witness the true nature hidden behind your mother's facade. Beneath that dignified visage lies the face of a wanton slut, a slave to my cock, just like you."

Bixi Shuyan's eyes blazed with hatred as she glared at Wang Jian, her voice trembling with defiance. "No! I refuse to believe it! You must have forced yourself upon my mother. There's no way she would willingly associate with a despicable man like you!"

Wang Jian's wicked laughter echoed through the room as her words reached his ears. He turned his attention towards Lady Zhuoran, a cruel gleam in his eyes as he taunted her.

"Your daughter places so much trust in you, my dear. Yet, despite her presence, you find yourself becoming aroused, don't you? Does the thought of engaging in sexual acts with me while your beloved daughter watches excite you?"

Lady Zhuoran's eyes widened, and an instinctual urge to shield her exposed intimacy overcame her.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, her body betraying her desires as it grew hotter and more fervent with each passing moment.

Even in the face of her daughter's presence, even knowing Wang Jian's wickedness, her body yearned for his immense, erect member.

She craved it, longing for it to be buried deep inside her right then and there.

"N-No. I refuse to be excited by the likes of you, you despicable bastard," Lady Zhuoran responded, her voice a blend of resolve and vulnerability. It was a conflicted mixture of defiance and weakness.

Wang Jian's sinister smile broadened, his eyes dancing with malicious delight as he advanced towards Lady Zhuoran. "Oh, my dear Lady Zhuoran, your words may attempt to conceal it, but your body speaks volumes."

In a swift, unexpected motion, his fingers found their way to Lady Zhuoran's perky nipples, giving them a firm squeeze. Her reaction was immediate—a resounding moan escaped her lips, betraying the pleasure coursing through her veins.

A rush of liquid gushed forth from her pulsating core, a telltale sign of her overwhelming arousal.

Bixi Shuyan stood rooted to the spot, her eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before her.

"Mother! What are you doing?!"

She couldn't fathom the depths of her mother's excitement in such a situation.

Wang Jian sneered, his voice dripping with condescension.

"Who are you to judge your mother?" Without hesitation, he turned his attention to Bixi Shuyan, his grip now finding her delicate nipples, pinching, and even yanking them.

As if in sync with Lady Zhuoran's response, Bixi Shuyan's moans of forbidden pleasure filled the room, mingling with the symphony of their escalating desires.

Her innermost sanctum drenched in intoxicating wetness, releasing a gush of arousal that spoke volumes of her surrender to Wang Jian's twisted influence.

Unbeknownst to the women, their heightened arousal was not solely a result of their own desires.

Wang Jian had employed his nefarious abilities, such as the potent Blissed Touch and Enchanting Pheromones, manipulating their bodies to succumb to ever-increasing waves of passion and lust.

In a moment of sinister triumph, Wang Jian positioned himself on the bed, his firm grasp encircling Bixi Shuyan's alluring curves with one hand, while the other hand claimed Lady Zhuoran's seductive form.

His throbbing shaft brushed against the tantalizing curve of Lady Zhuoran's buttocks before he plunged it deep inside her drenched and eager entrance.

Lady Zhuoran's velvety walls welcomed him eagerly, their tight embrace offering no resistance as he delved into her depths. The sensation sent a surge of pleasure coursing through Wang Jian's veins, igniting a primal fire within him.

An ecstatic moan escaped Lady Zhuoran's lips, her voice a symphony of desire as she felt Wang Jian's length reaching the deepest recesses of her being.

Lost in a haze of unrestrained pleasure, she abandoned herself to the overwhelming sensations that consumed her, her mind consumed by a singular focus on the intoxicating pleasure coursing through her veins.

In that moment, shame and embarrassment were eclipsed by the all-consuming pursuit of pleasure. Lady Zhuoran's awareness of her daughter's presence faded into the background as she surrendered to the carnal symphony playing out in her body, her every movement an expression of primal need and unadulterated passion.

As Wang Jian's throbbing member thrust deep into Lady Zhuoran's velvety depths, his hands and mouth embarked on an insatiable exploration of pleasure. With skillful precision, his hands roamed over Bixi Shuyan's luscious curves, grasping, squeezing, and teasing her supple breasts, drawing forth gasps of both shame and illicit delight.

His lips descended upon the tender expanse of Bixi Shuyan's bosom, devouring the mounds of flesh with an unrestrained hunger.

With each bite upon her pert nipples, waves of conflicting sensations washed over her, a heady blend of shame mingling with the intoxicating currents of pleasure.

Within the intimate confines of Wang Jian's tent, an enchanting symphony of passion unfolded. The air pulsated with the symphony of their moans, their fervent cries intertwining in a sultry dance.

The room became a sanctuary of unabashed desire, as Wang Jian reveled in the profound ecstasy of his encounters with these captivating women.

Throughout the entire night, Wang Jian orchestrated a symphony of pleasure, skillfully alternating between Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan, ensuring their complete surrender to their most primal desires.

His method was a calculated mental dismantling, eradicating any trace of embarrassment or reservation lurking within their deepest recesses.

He achieved this by compelling them to beg at their most vulnerable moments.

When Lady Zhuoran teetered on the brink of release, he deliberately withdrew his engorged member from her dripping depths.

Lost in the haze of overwhelming pleasure, Lady Zhuoran instinctively voiced her complaint, unable to comprehend why he denied her the final fulfillment. "Why would you pull out now?!" she inquired, her voice laced with desperation.

Wang Jian responded with a firm yet sensual spank upon her voluptuous buttocks, an act that elicited a moan of pleasure rather than a cry of pain. It was not a punishment, but a reward, igniting Lady Zhuoran's desire even further.

Uttering his command in a domineering tone, he growled, "You better beg for it then!"

With a depraved glimmer in her eyes, Lady Zhuoran relinquished all inhibitions and shamelessly shouted, "Please! I yearn for your large cock inside me, master! Plunge that magnificent thing into me, just as you always do."

Her pleas were met with more forceful spanks on her quivering flesh, causing Lady Zhuoran's cries of pleasure to reverberate through the room.

Gripping Lady Zhuoran's hair tightly, Wang Jian forced her to meet Bixi Shuyan's gaze, commanding her to beg while under the scrutinizing eyes of her daughter.

"Beg me while looking at her face. Show her that you are nothing but a slave to my cock!"

In that moment, Lady Zhuoran's mind burned with an insatiable craving for his manhood, overpowering any lingering self-consciousness as she shamelessly beseeched him. "Please, master, plunge your throbbing member inside me."

In truth, Lady Zhuoran's shameless pleas in this moment were a result of Wang Jian's repeated rounds of rough sex with both women throughout the night.

Initially, they were self-aware of each other's presence and held back their moans, driven by embarrassment and a sense of propriety.

However, Wang Jian's cunning tricks allowed him to exploit their vulnerabilities, unleashing waves of embarrassment that intertwined with their burgeoning desires.

Wang Jian strategically exposed Lady Zhuoran and Bixi Shuyan to each other's intimate moments, desensitizing them to the presence of another witness. He skillfully manipulated their minds, shaping their perception to believe such scenes were perfectly ordinary.

At this juncture, Lady Zhuoran felt as if she had relinquished every ounce of her dignity in front of Bixi Shuyan. With her sense of self stripped away, she resolved to embrace the pursuit of mind-blowing pleasure without reservation.

Wang Jian's utilization of the Blissful Touch and Enchanting Pheromones played a pivotal role in heightening the lust within both women. Their desires became all-consuming, eradicating any constraints or inhibitions that might hinder their pursuit of ecstasy.

What unfolded between Wang Jian and Lady Zhuoran was replicated with equal intensity and passion between him and Bixi Shuyan.

Wang Jian skillfully suppressed any signs of resistance or humiliation, ensuring that only unadulterated, mind-blowing pleasure occupied their thoughts.

By the time the sun began its ascent, both women actively engaged their bodies in pleasuring Wang Jian. They reveled in the exploration of sensations, driven by an insatiable desire to bring him unparalleled satisfaction.

Notably, Wang Jian voluntarily ceased employing his manipulative techniques an hour before dawn. This signaled that their minds, although deeply corrupted, had regained control.

Yet, in their depravity, they no longer cared about each other's presence. Their sole focus centered on extracting pleasure and bestowing euphoria upon Wang Jian.

This grim realization underscored the extent to which Wang Jian had shattered their minds, rendering them docile and enslaved to their carnal desires.

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