Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist-Chapter 834: Feng Xuan Requests Assistance

The dawn painted the tropical sky in hues of soft orange and gentle pink, casting a serene light over the secluded planet. But within the luxurious chambers, serenity was a distant concept. Wang Jian awoke, stretching languidly, his demonic energy thrumming with satisfaction. He glanced at the bed, a sprawling landscape of silken sheets tangled around four naked forms. Yujia and Xinqiao lay nestled close to him, their faces relaxed, almost serene in their sleep. Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin were further away, their bodies stiff, their expressions betraying the turmoil that sleep could not fully erase.

'They still haven't broken completely,' Wang Jian mused, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. 'But they will. It's only a matter of time and… persuasion.' He rose from the bed, his movements fluid and confident, and walked towards the expansive window overlooking the pristine beaches. The planet was indeed a perfect playground, secluded and beautiful, a fitting stage for his games.

He turned back to the bed, his gaze settling on Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin. He approached them, a predatory glint in his eyes. Jingyi Zhumin stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. She saw Wang Jian looming over her, his naked form radiating an almost palpable aura of dominance, and a fresh wave of revulsion washed over her.

"Get away from me," she whispered, her voice hoarse and weak, attempting to shrink further into the sheets.

Wang Jian chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine, but not of fear alone. He reached down, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Why would I do that, Zhumin? We were just getting started, weren't we?"

Her eyes widened in horror. "No… please… I can't…"

He ignored her pleas, his hand moving lower, cupping her breast possessively. "You will," he murmured, his voice turning seductive, "You will do as I say. You are mine now."

He leaned down, his lips finding hers, forcing them open, his kiss a brutal assertion of ownership. Jingyi Zhumin tried to turn her head, to resist, but his grip was too strong. His demonic energy seeped into her, weakening her resolve, blurring the lines of her resistance. A strangled sob escaped her lips, but it was lost in his demanding kiss.

Han Chenyu, disturbed by the sounds, also woke up. Her eyes, still swollen from the previous night's tears, fixed on the scene with a mixture of rage and despair. She watched as Wang Jian, with cruel efficiency, began to subjugate Jingyi Zhumin once more, his movements deliberate, his touch designed to break her spirit.

"You… monster," Han Chenyu spat, her voice trembling with hatred.

Wang Jian paused, turning his attention to her, a slow, mocking smile spreading across his face. "Monster? Is that what you think of me, Chenyu? Perhaps I am. But you will learn to love this monster, won't you?"

He moved towards her, leaving Jingyi Zhumin gasping and trembling on the bed. Han Chenyu instinctively recoiled, trying to create distance, but she was trapped, cornered. Wang Jian reached her, his hand snaking around her ankle, pulling her towards him. She struggled, kicking and clawing, but it was futile.

"No! Don't touch me!" she screamed, her voice cracking with desperation.

Wang Jian ignored her protests, his grip tightening. He dragged her off the bed, her body hitting the soft carpet with a thud. He stood over her, his shadow engulfing her, his eyes burning with predatory desire.

"You will learn your place, Chenyu," he said, his voice cold and hard. "You will learn to obey."

He lifted her effortlessly, his grip like iron, and carried her towards a nearby chaise lounge. He threw her onto it, her body sprawling awkwardly. Before she could even gather her bearings, he was upon her again, his body pressing her down, his weight crushing her resistance.

He began his assault anew, his actions calculated to inflict maximum humiliation. He forced her legs apart, positioning her in a degrading display, her vulnerability laid bare. He ignored her cries, her pleas, her venomous curses. He was determined to break her, to crush her pride, to reduce her to nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure.

Throughout the morning, Wang Jian continued his relentless assault on Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin. He varied his methods, sometimes forceful and brutal, sometimes slow and deliberately sensual, always watching their reactions, gauging their breaking points. He made them perform humiliating acts, forcing them to submit in ways that chipped away at their self-respect and dignity. He wanted to erase their past identities, to mold them into beings completely dependent on him, completely obedient to his will.

Yujia and Xinqiao watched, their expressions a mixture of pity and a strange, detached acceptance. They had already traversed this path, their initial resistance long since shattered. Now, they were almost complicit, offering Wang Jian words of encouragement, even participating in his games, their loyalty completely warped and twisted by his demonic influence.

'They are almost there,' Wang Jian thought, observing Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin's increasingly subdued resistance. 'A little more pressure, a little more… intimacy, and they will be just like Yujia and Xinqiao, completely devoted, completely mine.' He reveled in his power, in his ability to bend these proud women to his will, to corrupt their minds and bodies. He was a demon playing with dolls, and he was enjoying every moment of it.

Meanwhile, light years away, in the opulent halls of the Crimson Flame Belt, Feng Xuan was in a state of incandescent rage. News of Wang Jian's audacious actions had reached him, carried by trembling messengers who dared not meet his eye. The humiliation was staggering. Not only had Wang Jian stolen his wives, but he had done so with blatant disregard for Feng Xuan's power and reputation.

"That… that insect!" Feng Xuan roared, his voice echoing through the grand hall, causing the assembled leaders of the Crimson Flame Belt to flinch. "He dares to mock me so openly? To defile my wives? This is… this is an insult beyond measure!"

The hall was filled with the highest echelons of Feng Xuan's faction – clan leaders, sect patriarchs, powerful cultivators, all united under his banner of the Crimson Flame Belt, which effectively ruled the Eastern Cosmos. They had gathered at his summons, sensing the storm brewing. They had never seen Feng Xuan in such a state of uncontrolled fury.

"Lord Feng Xuan, please, calm yourself," Elder Zhi, a venerable figure and one of Feng Xuan's most trusted advisors, stepped forward cautiously. "We understand your anger, but rash actions will not serve us well. We must consider our next move carefully."

"Carefully?" Feng Xuan scoffed, his eyes blazing with crimson fire. "What is there to consider? This Wang Jian has declared war on me! He has stolen what is rightfully mine! I will tear him limb from limb!"

"Lord Feng Xuan, we do not doubt your strength," another leader, Patriarch Huan of the Scorching Sun Clan, interjected, "but this Wang Jian… he is not as weak as we initially believed. He defeated you, even with our combined forces. We must acknowledge his power."

The words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of Feng Xuan's recent defeat, a wound to his pride that festered with every passing moment. The assembled leaders exchanged uneasy glances. The truth was, Wang Jian's victory had shaken them. Feng Xuan was their leader, their protector, the embodiment of their power in the Eastern Cosmos. If he could be defeated so decisively, what did that say about their own strength?

Feng Xuan's fury momentarily subsided, replaced by a cold, calculating glint in his eyes. He knew they were right. Blind rage would not suffice. He needed a plan, a strategy. And he needed allies. He had underestimated Wang Jian once, he would not make that mistake again.

"You are right," Feng Xuan said, his voice now dangerously calm. "Raw power alone will not be enough. We need… leverage. We need to bring forces to bear that Wang Jian cannot possibly withstand."

He paced before them, his mind racing, formulating a desperate plan. "The Eastern Cosmos… it is strong, but perhaps not strong enough alone. We need to look beyond our borders. We need to seek alliances… with the other cosmos."

A murmur rippled through the hall. The idea was audacious, almost unthinkable. The cosmoses were vast, separate realms, each ruled by its own powerful forces. Alliances between them were rare, usually forged out of dire necessity. To seek help from the other cosmos… it was an admission of weakness, a public declaration that the Eastern Cosmos, under Feng Xuan's leadership, was not sufficient to handle this threat.

Elder Zhi spoke, his voice hesitant. "Lord Feng Xuan, are you suggesting… alliances with the Western, Northern, and Southern Cosmos?"

"Yes," Feng Xuan declared, his voice ringing with newfound resolve. "We must. Wang Jian is not just a threat to me, to the Crimson Flame Belt. He is a threat to the balance of power in all the cosmoses. If he is allowed to grow unchecked, who knows what chaos he will unleash?"

He knew it was a gamble, a desperate plea for help. But he had no other choice. He had to swallow his pride, to endure the inevitable humiliation, if it meant securing the strength he needed to crush Wang Jian.

"But Lord Feng Xuan," Patriarch Huan said, his voice laced with concern, "the rulers of the other cosmoses… they are not known for their generosity. Why would they assist us? Especially after… after your defeat?"

Feng Xuan clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. He knew this was the crux of the matter. He had to convince them that it was in their own interest to help him, despite his recent setback. And he had to be prepared to face their scorn, their mockery, their condescension.

"I will make them understand," Feng Xuan vowed, his voice hardening with determination. "I will appeal to their self-interest. I will show them that Wang Jian is a common enemy, a threat to all of us. And… I will endure whatever humiliation they deem necessary. I will do whatever it takes to defeat Wang Jian."

He immediately set about initiating contact. Using his vast network of connections and resources, he sent out messages to the rulers of the other cosmoses – Altan Starbright of the Western Cosmos, Raizel Bloodthorne of the Northern Cosmos, and Gorthan Steelclaw of the Southern Cosmos. He requested a meeting, emphasizing the urgent nature of the situation, hinting at a potential threat that could engulf all of them.

To his surprise, all three responded, agreeing to meet. Perhaps, Feng Xuan thought grimly, the news of his defeat had piqued their interest, or perhaps they sensed the growing unease in the cosmoses, a tremor in the delicate balance of power. Whatever their reasons, Feng Xuan seized the opportunity. He opened spatial tunnels, preparing to travel to their domains, ready to face whatever awaited him, even if it meant enduring the bitter taste of humiliation.

First, Feng Xuan arrived at the Celestial Nexus, the domain of Altan Starbright in the Western Cosmos. As he stepped out of the spatial tunnel, he was immediately struck by the sheer opulence of the place. The Celestial Nexus was indeed a city suspended in the void, a breathtaking spectacle of crystalline towers and streets paved with starlight. He was escorted through shimmering corridors, past Astral Spirits with ethereal beauty and Starlord women radiating an almost blinding confidence, all attending to Altan's every whim.

He was led to Altan's private sanctum, a chamber of breathtaking extravagance. Altan Starbright lounged in a pool of liquid light, his form radiating a celestial glow, surrounded by star-forged artifacts and silken tapestries that shimmered with the radiance of distant galaxies. His harem, a collection of Astral Spirits and Starlord women, moved around him like celestial butterflies, attending to his every need.

Altan greeted Feng Xuan with a languid wave of his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "Feng Xuan of the Eastern Cosmos," he drawled, his voice smooth and melodious, yet laced with a subtle undercurrent of mockery. "To what do I owe this… humbling visit?"

The word 'humbling' hung in the air, a deliberate jab at Feng Xuan's recent defeat. Feng Xuan gritted his teeth, forcing himself to maintain composure. He had expected this.

"Starlord Altan," Feng Xuan began, his voice carefully measured, "I come to you with a matter of grave importance, a matter that concerns not just the Eastern Cosmos, but all of us."

Altan raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Oh? And what could possibly be so grave that it requires the presence of the defeated Heavenly Talent of the Eastern Cosmos?"

The mockery was now blatant, the veiled insult replaced with open condescension. Altan's harem giggled softly, their eyes glittering with amusement. Feng Xuan's face flushed with anger, but he swallowed his pride, reminding himself of his purpose.

"A new power has risen in the Eastern Cosmos," Feng Xuan continued, his voice tight, "a power that threatens to destabilize everything. A demonic cultivator named Wang Jian. He has… usurped my position, stolen my… possessions, and demonstrated a strength that surpasses even my own."

Altan chuckled, a light, dismissive sound. "A demonic cultivator? In the Eastern Cosmos? And he defeated you? Truly, Feng Xuan, your cosmos must be weaker than I imagined."

The insult stung, but Feng Xuan pressed on. "This is not about pride, Starlord Altan. Wang Jian is not just a powerful individual. He is… different. His demonic energy is unlike anything I have ever encountered. He is ambitious, ruthless, and… he is growing stronger at an alarming rate. If he is allowed to consolidate his power in the Eastern Cosmos, who knows where he will stop? He could become a threat to all of us."

Altan leaned back in his pool of light, his expression thoughtful, though his eyes still held a hint of amusement. "A threat to all of us? You flatter yourself, Feng Xuan. And perhaps this… Wang Jian. The Western Cosmos is not so easily threatened. We are protected by the Celestial Nexus, by the very fabric of starlight itself."

"Perhaps," Feng Xuan conceded, "but are you willing to take that risk? Wang Jian's ambition knows no bounds. He has already shown his willingness to defy established powers. What if he turns his gaze towards the Western Cosmos next? Will your Celestial Nexus be enough to stop him then?"

Altan remained silent for a moment, considering Feng Xuan's words. He knew Feng Xuan was humiliated, desperate, but there might be a grain of truth in his warnings. A powerful demonic cultivator rising in another cosmos… it was something to be wary of, even for someone as powerful as himself.

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"Tell me more about this Wang Jian," Altan said finally, his tone shifting slightly, the mockery receding, replaced by a flicker of genuine interest. "What makes him so… dangerous?"

Feng Xuan seized the opportunity, launching into a detailed explanation of Wang Jian's powers, his ruthlessness, his demonic energy, his spatial abilities, and his uncanny ability to manipulate and corrupt those around him. He emphasized the threat Wang Jian posed, not just to the Eastern Cosmos, but potentially to the entire cosmic balance. He painted a picture of a rising demonic force that could engulf them all if left unchecked.

Altan listened intently, his expression becoming increasingly serious. The amusement was gone, replaced by a thoughtful frown. He understood the implications. A rogue power, especially a demonic one, could indeed disrupt the delicate balance of the cosmoses.

"Very well, Feng Xuan," Altan said, after a long pause. "I will consider your… concerns. But do not expect too much. The Western Cosmos does not easily involve itself in the affairs of others. However… I will have my observers keep an eye on this Wang Jian. If he truly becomes a threat, then perhaps… perhaps we will discuss a more… collaborative approach."

It was not a firm commitment, but it was a start. Feng Xuan knew he had planted a seed of doubt, a seed of concern in Altan's mind. It was enough for now. He had to move on to the next cosmos, to seek out Raizel Bloodthorne and Gorthan Steelclaw, and hope that they would be more receptive to his plea. He had a long and humiliating road ahead, but he was determined to walk it, for the sake of his revenge, and perhaps, for the sake of the cosmos itself.