Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

668  Wang Jian Scolds Nature Clan's Leader

The sun set on the bustling auction hall, casting long shadows over the vibrant streets below. Inside, the atmosphere was electric with the chatter of cultivators discussing their newly acquired treasures. The second day of the auction had just concluded, and Mo Yin quietly made her way back to the Devil Race's chamber. Her movements were graceful, yet her mind was filled with the vivid memories of the night before with Wang Jian.

Huang Zhi, absorbed in the excitement of the auction, didn't notice the subtle changes in his wife's demeanor. He was eager to share his triumphs. "Mo Yin, look at these artifacts I've secured today," he boasted, displaying a collection of gleaming treasures. His eyes sparkled with pride, completely unaware of the seductive energy that still lingered around Mo Yin.

"That's wonderful, Huang Zhi," Mo Yin replied with a soft smile, hiding the turmoil within. She listened attentively as he detailed each item's unique properties, her thoughts drifting back to Wang Jian's private chamber.

The following days of the auction unfolded with unparalleled grandeur. Chen Xianzi, the captivating auctioneer, continued to present one rare item after another, her melodic voice weaving a spell over the audience. "Today, we have the Dragon Scale Armor," she announced, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Forged from the scales of an ancient dragon, it provides unmatched defense and enhances the wearer's strength."

The crowd buzzed with anticipation as factions fiercely competed for the prized armor. Each day, treasures such as pellet recipes, array formation blueprints, and mystical artifacts were unveiled, each one more extraordinary than the last. The allied factions of Wang Jian grew significantly stronger, their wealth and power increasing with each successful bid.

Wang Jian, meanwhile, spent his days indulging in the pleasures of his extensive harem. Every night, he ensured Mo Yin was by his side, her seductive allure intoxicating him. His other wives, concubines, and mistresses were rotated through his bedchamber, each night filled with passion and desire. Wang Jian's private chamber became a sanctuary of pleasure, the women's bodies a testament to his dominance and power.

As the auction progressed, news of its success spread far and wide, reaching even the distant cosmos where Wang Jian's enemies resided. In the Western Cosmos, factions like the Dragon Star Realm, Tyrannical Star Realm, Astral Spirit's Galaxies, and the Ghost Realm took notice. In the Northern Cosmos, Jiang Chen and his allies, along with Dong Zhuo's Corrupt Dragon Clan and the Nature Clan in the Southern Cosmos, also became aware of the auction's impact.

Yun Tian, the weakest among Wang Jian's enemies, struggled to locate his Godking legacy within the Eastern Cosmos. Despite his efforts, the elusive legacy remained hidden, leaving him at a significant disadvantage compared to Jiang Chen and Dong Zhuo, who had already secured their own Godking legacies and reached the peak of their prowess.

In a meeting held in the Northern Cosmos, Jiang Chen presented a bold idea to Dong Zhuo. "We should establish our own auction hall," he proposed, his eyes gleaming with ambition. "We can exchange treasures within our factions, strengthening each other. There are many rare demonic herbs and treasures in the Northern Cosmos that your Corrupt Dragon Clan needs to enhance your bloodline."

Dong Zhuo considered the proposal, his mind racing with possibilities. "You're right," he agreed, nodding slowly. "In return, we can provide you with artifacts and treasures that complement your chaos attribute."

The alliance between the Jiang Family and the Corrupt Dragon Clan solidified, and preparations for their auction hall began. They chose a prominent galaxy within the Northern Cosmos to host the event, aiming to rival Wang Jian's successful auction.

Wang Jian received word of their plans soon enough. Despite the potential threat, he remained focused on his own auction, ensuring that it continued to thrive. The treasures exchanged within his hall strengthened his allies, creating a formidable network of power.

On the tenth day, the auction hall was filled with an air of finality. Chen Xianzi, her voice steady and commanding, announced the last item of the auction. "Ladies and gentlemen, our final treasure is the Heaven's Tear Crystal," she declared, holding up a radiant crystal that shimmered with an ethereal light. "This crystal can purify the most corrupt of energies and restore vitality to even the most depleted of cultivators."

The bidding war for the Heaven's Tear Crystal was intense, with factions desperate to claim such a rare and powerful artifact. In the end, it was Wang Jian's faction that emerged victorious, securing the crystal and further cementing their dominance.

As the auction concluded, Wang Jian gathered his closest allies. "We have achieved great success," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Our strength has grown, and our enemies will tremble before us."

His allies cheered, their spirits lifted by the triumphs of the past ten days. Wang Jian's private chamber remained a haven of pleasure, each night a testament to his power and prowess. Mo Yin, despite her divided loyalties, found herself drawn deeper into Wang Jian's world, her body and soul entwined with his.

The echoes of the auction's success reverberated through the cosmos, each faction aware of the shifting balance of power. Wang Jian's enemies, though plotting their own schemes, could not ignore the formidable force he had become. As the days turned into weeks, the alliances forged within the auction hall would shape the future of the cosmos, each faction vying for supremacy in a world where power and desire were intertwined.

In the vast expanse of the Northern Cosmos, the preparations for Jiang Chen and Dong Zhuo's auction hall continued. Their ambitions mirrored Wang Jian's, each faction striving to gather the treasures and power needed to secure their place in the ever-changing hierarchy of the cosmos. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Back in the Eastern Cosmos, Wang Jian's focus shifted to consolidating his gains. He held private meetings with his allies, discussing strategies to fortify their positions and prepare for the inevitable confrontations with their enemies. The treasures acquired during the auction were distributed strategically, each one enhancing the strength and capabilities of his faction.

"These artifacts will be invaluable in the battles to come," Wang Jian stated, his eyes gleaming with determination. "We must be prepared for any challenge."

His advisors nodded in agreement, their confidence bolstered by the wealth and power they had amassed. Wang Jian's reputation as a cunning and formidable leader grew, his name becoming synonymous with strength and dominance.

As the cosmos shifted and alliances were forged and broken, Wang Jian's presence loomed large. The auction had not only strengthened his faction but also sent a clear message to his enemies: he was a force to be reckoned with, and he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

The days that followed were marked by intense training and preparation. Wang Jian's allies honed their skills, their determination fueled by the treasures they had acquired. The auction had been a catalyst for growth and power, and each faction within Wang Jian's alliance was poised to unleash their newfound strength.

Wang Jian continued to indulge in the pleasures of his harem. Each night, his chamber was filled with the sounds of passion, the women vying for his attention and favor.

But now, it was time to shift his attention back to the Nature Clan. Utilizing his spatial tunnel, he swiftly returned to the shadow of the idol of the Nature True God's Spirit.

In the sanctum of the Nature Clan's temple, Qing Fenghua, the beautiful leader of the clan, was deep in meditation when she felt the familiar, divine presence of their deity. Her heart skipped a beat as she immediately knelt before the idol, her forehead touching the ground in reverence.

"Great Spirit of the True God," she whispered telepathically, her voice trembling with awe, "you have awakened. We are blessed by your presence once more."

Wang Jian, posing as the deity, responded with a commanding yet gentle tone. "Qing Fenghua, tell me what has transpired here and in the Northern Cosmos during my slumber."

Qing Fenghua, still bowing deeply, began to relay the events meticulously. "Oh great deity, during your absence, our clan has thrived under your blessings. However, notable changes have occurred in the Northern Cosmos. The Jiang Family, led by Jiang Chen, has initiated the establishment of a grand auction hall, intending to rival the one you blessed us to attend."

Her words were careful and measured, each one spoken with utmost respect. She continued, "I wished to send some of our clan members to bid for treasures there, but Dong Zhuo, my son-in-law, advised against it. He believes it is unwise to expose ourselves too much."

Wang Jian's eyes narrowed as he listened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. "Qing Fenghua," he spoke telepathically, his voice laced with displeasure, "why did you heed Dong Zhuo's advice over mine? The treasures at that auction could have been vital for the strength and prosperity of the Nature Clan. Are you trying to undermine my efforts?"