Chapter 579 Spending Time With His First Wife Su Xian
Chapter 579 Spending Time With His First Wife Su Xian
One day, Cui Lan entered Wang Jian’s chamber, her face etched with a mixture of apprehension and urgency. “Master Jian,” she began, her voice low, “There’s news from the front.”
Wang Jian, momentarily distracted from his latest conquest, lazily lifted his head. “News? Spit it out.”
Cui Lan ignored his laziness. “The tide of the war seems to be turning,” she explained.
“The large sects and Star Lords have gained a powerful ally,” Cui Lan added, her voice laced with unease. “The formidable Ancient Phoenix Clan of the bird race has joined the fray. Their pure phoenix flames are wreaking havoc on the devilish ranks.”
A frown marred Wang Jian’s features. This wasn’t part of the plan. The devils, despite being weakened, were still a formidable force. Now, with this new addition, the balance was starting to tilt in favor of the humans and Star Lords.
“Who brokered this alliance?” he inquired, a glint of suspicion in his eyes.
“It appears a human named Lin Fei is involved,” Cui Lan reported. “He seems to be an exiled member of the Lin Ancient Family.”
Wang Jian’s face contorted in a sneer. Lin Fei, the brother of his lover Lin Xingya. Of course. Family bonds often led to unforeseen consequences. Lin Fei himself wasn’t a major threat, but backed by the Ancient Phoenix Clan… that was a different story.
Lin Fei, despite his limited cultivation level, held a distinct Destiny. The threads of fate woven around him hinted at a grander destiny, something that could potentially disrupt Wang Jian’s meticulously constructed plans. The devils, on their own, wouldn’t be able to handle this new threat.
He had to act. He needed an ally, someone who could counter the power of the phoenix flames. His gaze fell upon the trembling women in the room, a slow smile creeping onto his face. “Cui Lan,” he said, his voice dripping with purpose, “contact the Ancient White Tiger Clan of the beast race.”
Cui Lan, surprised by the abrupt shift, raised an eyebrow. “The White Tiger Clan, Master Jian? But why them?”
“The White Tiger Clan wields the power of the White Tiger’s Divine Lightning,” Wang Jian explained. “A force potent enough to counter the phoenix flames. Tell them we offer an alliance. We’ll assist them in reclaiming territories lost to the humans in exchange for their help against the Ancient Phoenix Clan.”
Cui Lan understood. The White Tiger Clan, long locked in a bitter rivalry with the Phoenix Clan, wouldn’t hesitate to seize this opportunity. With their lightning and the Devil Tribe’s demonic energy, they could form a formidable counteroffensive.
“A brilliant strategy, Master Jian,” she complimented, a hint of admiration replacing her earlier apprehension.
Wang Jian chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. “Let the flames dance, Cui Lan,” he said, his gaze lingering back on the women huddled in the corner. “We’ll provide the storm.”
As news of the Ancient Phoenix Clan’s involvement reached the ears of the White Tiger Clan, their patriarch, a hulking figure with eyes like molten gold, roared in fury. The rivalry between their two races spanned millennia, fueled by their conflicting energies. This was a chance to not only settle old scores but also expand their own territories.
The message from Wang Jian, delivered through a hidden network of spies, was met with eager acceptance. The White Tiger Clan saw the opportunity as a gift from the heavens. A chance to reclaim lost pride and land, while simultaneously diminishing the power of their ancient rivals.
Within the Eastern Cosmos, the war continued to rage, but now a new front was brewing. The flames of phoenixes were poised to clash with the fury of white tigers, creating a maelstrom of power that threatened to engulf everything in its path.
Amidst the swirling chaos of war, Wang Jian felt a familiar pull. It was the beckoning of his Minor World, the Sky Martial World, a pocket dimension nestled within his own Divine Soul. A realm where he reigned supreme, a god amongst mortals. The battlefield noise faded away as he stepped into this haven, a place of vibrant life and unbridled pleasure.
The Sky Martial World mirrored his desires; its very fabric responded to his whims. Towering mountains rose and fell at his command, crystalline rivers changed course at a thought, and the very passage of time bowed to his will. Here, he was the ultimate cultivator, a being of unparalleled power.
But absolute power wasn’t all this world offered. It was a playground for his carnal desires, a place where his every whim was indulged. Here, he was surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women, his wives, concubines, and mistresses, each one a captivating jewel in his personal collection.
There was Su Xian, his First Wife, a woman of unparalleled grace and elegance. Her beauty was serene, her demeanor calm and collected, a stark contrast to the vivacious Fen Shuying, his Second Wife. Fen Shuying was a whirlwind of energy, her laughter echoing through the vast landscape as she engaged in playful duels with her sisters. Chen Yiyan, his Third Wife, embodied a quiet strength, her sharp mind and cunning intellect proving invaluable in managing his vast estate.
Hong Meilin, his Fourth Wife, possessed a fiery passion that rivaled the flames she so effortlessly manipulated. Stella, his Fifth Wife, the former Butterfly Spirit Queen, brought an otherworldly allure to the harem, her wings shimmering with an ethereal glow. Jin Meixiang, his Sixth Wife, was a woman of few words but possessed a loyalty and devotion that warmed even his jaded heart.
And then there were the concubines, each handpicked for their unique charm. Kang Huian, with her mischievous twinkle and playful teasing. Han Xifeng, whose musical talent filled the air with enchanting melodies. Xiao Ling, the young prodigy with a blossoming cultivation base and a fierce loyalty. The list went on, dozens of them, hundreds even, including the likes of Elf Princess Serena and Elf Queen Ilyndra, all living harmoniously in the vast Elven Forest that stretched across the northern part of the continent.
Wang Jian’s arrival was met with a flurry of activity. His wives rushed to greet him. Their faces lit up with genuine joy, a stark contrast to the forced smiles of the women he had recently conquered. These were women he’d carefully cultivated, their loyalty rooted in a powerful mix of adoration, dependence, and the subtle manipulation of soul oaths.
He spent the subsequent days indulging in a luxurious existence. Days were filled with laughter and playful banter, evenings with sensual exploration. The hive mind allowed him to experience the world through all his clones simultaneously, maximizing the pleasure he derived from their company. He shared stories of his exploits in the Eastern Cosmos, describing breathtaking landscapes and awe-inspiring battles.
“There’s this place called the Celestial Sea,” he said, his voice laced with amusement, “where the sky shimmers with a million stars, mirroring the water below. It would be a perfect place to spend a romantic night, wouldn’t you agree, Fen Shuying?”
Fen Shuying’s eyes sparkled. “A night under the stars with my handsome husband? How could I possibly refuse?”
“And there’s a hidden valley nestled within the Cloud Immortal Mountains,” he continued, his eyes lingering on Su Xian’s serene face, “where the air is said to be infused with an aura that enhances beauty. Su Xian, I would love to visit that place with you considering that you are my most beautiful wife.”
Su Xian smiled faintly. “My beauty pales in comparison to your achievements, husband.”
He chuckled, his gaze sweeping across the eager faces. “Don’t worry, my loves. Soon, you won’t have to rely on stories. I plan to bring you all to the Eastern Cosmos. Imagine, soaring through the skies on flying swords, bathing in ethereal waterfalls, exploring ancient ruins… the possibilities are endless.”
The women gasped, their eyes wide with excitement. They yearned to experience the wonders he described. They had complete faith in his ability to make it happen. After all, wasn’t he the embodiment of power in this world? Wasn’t he their lord, their savior, the master of their very souls?
The days in the Sky Martial World passed in a blissful blur. For Wang Jian, it was a much-needed respite from the chaos of war. Here, he was surrounded by adoration and obedience, a stark contrast to the defiance he faced in the Eastern Cosmos. Here, his power was absolute, his desires unquestioned.
A playful smile danced on Su Xian’s lips as she nestled closer to Wang Jian. “My dearest husband,” she purred, her voice laced with a teasing lilt, “tell us, how many beauties have you captivated in this distant Eastern Cosmos?”
A collective gasp rippled through the gathered women. Mistresses, concubines, and wives alike, their ears perked up, eager to hear his answer. Wang Jian, ever the charmer, chuckled, a hint of pride in his voice.
“My charm,” he declared with a playful wink, “seems to have an irresistible effect on the fairer sex. It appears any beauty I choose to grace with my attention ends up tangled in the sheets with me.”
Fen Shuying, his spirited Second Wife, nudged him playfully. “Oh really? So, have you added a few more members to our little family, or are you just having some recreational fun with these random beauties?”
Wang Jian threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the vast courtyard. “Fear not, my loves,” he reassured them. “There have only been a few new additions to the official harem. The rest are mere playthings, fleeting pleasures that I indulge in when the mood strikes.”
A satisfied murmur rippled through the women. The hierarchy was clear, and their positions within his heart were secure. The rest of the day unfolded in a whirlwind of activity. Wang Jian, ever generous with his time, ensured that each woman received a share of his attention.
But his indulgences weren’t limited to the confines of the Elven Forest. He used his clones and the hive mind to take his harem on breathtaking journeys across the Sky Martial World.
The next few days were a whirlwind of exploration. He took Su Xian on a romantic journey through the fragrant lavender fields of the Southern Kingdoms, while Fen Shuying enjoyed a thrilling sword fight with his clone amidst the snow-capped peaks of the Northern States. Xiao Ling, the budding prodigy, delved into the ancient libraries of the Central Region, guided by another clone.
Every woman got her moment, her desires catered to. In the evenings, they would gather under a starlit sky, sharing stories and laughter. The hive mind allowed him to experience each interaction with a heightened intensity, the joy of his women multiplying with each clone.
Their journey couldn’t be complete without a bit of excitement. As they ventured into each region, he’d casually face off against the local rulers, displaying his overwhelming power. These rulers, having never encountered such a being, were utterly shocked. Whispers of the “First Patriarch Returning” spread like wildfire.
Legends spoke of a powerful cultivator who had ascended from the Sky Martial World, leaving behind a legacy known as the Wang Family. The rulers, their faces pale with fear, recognized him – the very ancestor they’d suppressed in favor of their own lineages.
Wang Jian, however, remained indifferent. He had no desire for revenge, nor did he care for the petty squabbles of his distant descendants. These families had nothing to do with him; his focus was on his own harem, his chosen family.
The battles, more like displays of power, ended swiftly. But before leaving each region, a thought struck him. Why not add a little spice to their journey? With a cunning smile, he turned his attention to the wives of these trembling rulers.
These women, unused to such power and captivated by Wang Jian’s undeniable charm, found themselves yielding to his desires. It was a decadent display, a subtle reminder of his absolute power over everything in this world.
As they continued their journey, the rumors of the First Patriarch’s return escalated, adding a layer of thrilling notoriety to their adventure. But Wang Jian remained unconcerned. He reveled in the pleasures of his harem, his power as absolute as the love in their eyes.
The Sky Martial World continued to be his haven, a playground where he could indulge in every whim, a world that mirrored his desires in every exquisite detail.
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