Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

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. 𝓫𝓮𝒹𝓷ℴ𝓿ℯ𝓵.𝓬ℴ𝓶

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.