Chapter 413 Interrogating the Wraith Spirits & Time Up For Wang Hao’s Future Wives
Chapter 413 Interrogating the Wraith Spirits & Time Up For Wang Hao’s Future Wives
In the aftermath of the chaotic battlefield, Wang Jian swiftly departed, his Shadow Attribute enveloping him like a protective shroud. With the dark tendrils of his shadow attribute, he captured hundreds of Wraith Spirits, ensnaring them one by one. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from the scene, leaving the Devil Saints, Dwarven warriors, and Giant warriors baffled by his sudden disappearance.
‘Capturing these Wraith Spirits is just the beginning. I can’t risk interrogating them here and attracting unwanted attention,’ Wang Jian mused as he whisked away to the World Tree Elven Dominion in the Northern Region.
Within the serene confines of the World Tree Elven Dominion, Wang Jian felt a sense of security. He knew that the elusive location and the protection of the World Tree’s influence would shield him from prying eyes.
‘Now, let’s get some answers,’ Wang Jian thought as he prepared to interrogate the captured Wraith Spirits. His eyes glinted with determination, and the air around him crackled with anticipation.
The interrogation commenced, and Wang Jian wasted no time in employing ruthless methods. His Solar Flames danced menacingly, casting an eerie glow as they flickered with intense heat.
“Tell me everything you know,” Wang Jian demanded, his voice cold and unwavering.
The Wraith Spirits, restrained by the dark tendrils, trembled in fear. They could feel the scorching heat emanating from the Solar Flames, and their incorporeal forms quivered as they braced for the impending torment.
“I’ll start by asking about the location of the Minor World,” Wang Jian pressed, the flames intensifying as he spoke.
With fearful glances exchanged among the Wraith Spirits, one finally spoke, revealing the elusive location of the Minor World. The information, extracted through pain, would prove invaluable to Wang Jian’s understanding of the Heavenly Court’s plans.
“Good. Now, tell me about your abilities,” Wang Jian demanded, his eyes narrowing.
The Wraith Spirits reluctantly disclosed the extent of their capabilities. They explained their unique ability to manipulate the minds of spiritual beings, including cultivators, given sufficient time.
Wang Jian absorbed this information, his mind working swiftly to formulate his next set of questions.
“And what exactly is the Heavenly Court planning to do with you?” Wang Jian inquired, his tone unwavering.
Fear gripped the Wraith Spirits as they divulged the Heavenly Court’s tactic. They revealed that the Heavenly Court intended to utilize their mental manipulation ability to gain control over the Cerberus Spirit of the Silver Asura Devil Dominion. Once under their influence, the Cerberus Spirit would be ordered to clash against the Elemental Nexus Immortal Dominion.
‘If the Heavenly Court had succeeded, they would have tried to dismantle Jiang Chen and his faction in one fell swoop,’ Wang Jian mused, a shiver running down his spine at the mere thought. The potential consequences of the Heavenly Court’s manipulation of the Cerberus Spirit and its clash with the Elemental Nexus Immortal Dominion were daunting.
However, delving deeper into his contemplation, Wang Jian realized the resilience of Jiang Chen and his faction.
‘Even if they managed to execute their plan, it wouldn’t guarantee Jiang Chen’s downfall. His providence is vast, and he’s adept at turning adversity into advantage.’
In the intricate web of factional conflicts, Wang Jian recognized the possibility of Jiang Chen emerging unscathed or, ironically, benefiting from the chaos the Heavenly Court aimed to unleash.
‘Perhaps it’s the Heavenly Court that would have suffered the greater blow,’ Wang Jian thought, a subtle smile playing on his lips. His strategic mind processed the potential outcomes, and he remained calm amidst the complexity of the unfolding situation.
Well, Wang Jian knew that the Heavenly Court’s intricate tactic was now doomed, thanks to his intervention. Each faction—Wang Jian’s, Jiang Chen’s, and the Heavenly Court—now had their own Wraith Spirits, rendering the Heavenly Court’s strategy ineffective. The Wraith Spirits, in turn, would be used to guard against any attempts to manipulate the spirits of their respective Immortal Dominions.
‘It might be complicated, but we’ve leveled the playing field,’ Wang Jian thought, his confidence unwavering.
In the following days, Wang Jian received updates indicating that the situation in the Eastern Seas was stabilizing.
The figure of Wang Hao loomed on the horizon, a wildcard whose actions could sway the delicate balance of power.
Wang Jian considered the various scenarios that might unfold—Wang Hao targeting his faction, the Heavenly Court, or even Jiang Chen’s faction.
Wang Jian strolled down the corridor with a sly grin, his thoughts resonating with a cruel satisfaction. ‘It’s time to attend to other matters, but first, a visit to Li Meiying, Yue Xianhua, and Ming Chenxi is in order. The grace period I granted them is over.’
He approached their chamber, anticipation building as he prepared to confront the consequences of their failure. As the door swung open, he found the trio in varying states of distress—beautiful faces twisted with despair, hearts shattered by the realization that their fate now rested in the hands of this malevolent figure.
The room felt like a cage, and the women within it trembled at the sight of Wang Jian.
Fear and despair radiated from them as they understood the gravity of their situation. Their eyes, once filled with hope and dreams, were now windows to the torment that awaited them.
Li Meiying, once proud and confident, now questioned the choices that led to this bleak moment. ‘How did it come to this? What have we done to deserve such a fate?’ Her inner thoughts echoed the depths of her despair.
Yue Xianhua, whose spirit once soared with ambition, now faced the harsh reality of betrayal. ‘Wang Hao, you promised to protect us. How could you abandon us to this monster?’
Ming Chenxi, who had envisioned a future of camaraderie and love, now grappled with the bitterness of betrayal. ‘Is this the reward for our dedication and loyalty to the sect?’
As Wang Jian entered, the room seemed to constrict around them.
Wang Jian’s depraved grin widened as he advanced, relishing the despair that engulfed the room. The door closed behind him, shutting out any last glimmers of hope.
“Well, well, it seems our time together is at hand,” Wang Jian taunted, his voice dripping with malice. “I hope you’ve enjoyed the last moments of your fleeting freedom.”
Li Meiying’s voice trembled as she spoke, “Wang Jian, please, reconsider. We can find another way, another solution that doesn’t involve such… degradation.”
Yue Xianhua’s eyes pleaded silently. ‘Wang Hao, if you can hear us, please come back. Save us from this nightmare.’
Ming Chenxi, her usually sharp mind clouded with desperation, stammered, “This is a mistake. There must be some misunderstanding. O-our sect and Wang Hao won’t abandon us like that.”
Wang Jian merely chuckled at their feeble attempts to reason. “Oh, misunderstandings? No, my dears, your fate is sealed, and you have Wang Hao to thank for it.”
As he circled the room, the women’s hearts sank further into despair. The promise of a week’s respite had only been a cruel illusion, a fleeting hope that had now evaporated.
“Your beloved Wang Hao has no intention of rescuing you. You’re mine now,” Wang Jian declared, his words hanging in the air like a sinister decree.
As Wang Jian’s grin widened, the room seemed to darken, the air thick with malevolence. Suddenly, tendrils of black energy shot out from his fingertips, coiling around the women like living chains.
Li Meiying gasped as the tendrils wrapped around her arms and legs, pinning them to the floor. Ming Chenxi struggled against her bonds, her eyes wide with terror. Yue Xianhua whimpered, tears streaming down her face. 𝓵𝓲𝓫𝒓𝓮𝙖𝓭.𝒄𝙤𝓶
“You can’t do this!” Li Meiying shouted, her voice breaking. “You’re a monster!”
Wang Jian laughed, the sound cold and cruel. “Oh, but I am, my dear. And now, it’s time for you to experience the true depths of my depravity.”
With a swift movement, he tore away their remaining clothes, revealing their naked bodies to his hungry eyes. Li Meiying’s smooth skin flushed with embarrassment, Ming Chenxi’s petite frame trembled with fear, and Yue Xianhua’s delicate curves were bathed in a sheen of sweat.
Wang Jian advanced on them, his eyes burning with lust. He grabbed Li Meiying by the hair, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You’ll be the first,” he growled, his lips brushing against her neck.
Ming Chenxi screamed as he ripped away her last remaining scrap of clothing, exposing her to his gaze. “No!” she cried, her voice breaking. “Please, don’t do this!”
Yue Xianhua closed her eyes, blocking out the sight of his hands on her friends. She tried to curl up into a ball, praying that he would spare her.
Wang Jian’s hands roamed over their bodies, his touch as cruel as his gaze. He took his time, savoring the vulnerability of their nakedness. And then, with a forceful push, he entered Li Meiying, her first time being taken by his cock.
The woman cried out in pain and shame, but Wang Jian only grinned. He was taking her innocence, and there was nothing that would stop him today!
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