Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

As the days passed by, Wang Jian found himself entangled in a steamy rotation between Lin Xingya and Shui Xueying, each day bringing a new wave of pleasure and excitement.

One day, he'd find himself lost in the sultry embrace of Lin Xingya, exploring every inch of her voluptuous curves with eager hands and hungry lips.

The next day, it would be Shui Xueying's turn to succumb to his irresistible charms, her moans filling the air as he drove her to the brink of ecstasy again and again.

Wang Jian reveled in the power he held over both women, each one willing to submit to his desires without question.

He had turned them into his own personal playthings, their minds clouded with lust and desire whenever he was near. It was a heady feeling, knowing that he could have them both at his beck and call whenever he pleased.

Despite his newfound conquests, Wang Jian had yet to make a move on Zhi Xi since their meeting in the café.

He wasn't in any rush to pursue her just yet, confident that he could add her to his collection whenever he desired. For now, he was content to focus his attention on Lin Xingya and Shui Xueying, indulging in their carnal pleasures without restraint.

As the day of the tournament drew near, cultivators from far and wide descended upon the star controlled by the Nangong Family, eager to test their skills and prove their worth in battle.

Wang Jian, Lin Xingya, Shui Xueying, and Zhi Xi were among the participants, each one determined to emerge victorious and claim the ultimate prize.

When the first round of the tournament commenced, tens of thousands of cultivators took to the arena, their spirits high as they prepared to face off against their opponents.

Wang Jian, Lin Xingya, Shui Xueying, and Zhi Xi all breezed through their respective matches with ease, their superior cultivation bases granting them an undeniable advantage over their opponents.

Wang Jian's cultivation was at the peak stage of the Divine Convergence Realm, while Lin Xingya, Shui Xueying, and Zhi Xi showcased their dominance at the middle stage of the Divine Spirit Realm.

Wang Jian, in particular, showcased his prowess as he effortlessly dispatched his adversaries, his movements fluid and precise as he danced across the battlefield.

Lin Xingya's mastery of the martial arts was equally impressive, her elegant strikes leaving her opponent reeling in defeat.

Shui Xueying's ferocity in battle was unmatched, her lightning-fast reflexes and devastating attacks striking fear into the hearts of her foes.

And then there was Zhi Xi, her beauty and grace belying the deadly precision of her strikes.

With each movement, she danced through the battlefield with the grace of a swan, her opponents falling before her like leaves in the wind.

After the conclusion of the first round, only half of the victorious cultivators advanced to the next stage, gradually whittling down the competition until only 128 participants remained for the main tournament.

The Nangong Family meticulously managed the pairings to ensure that only the strongest cultivators progressed, a strategic move to ensure the quality of the main tournament.

With such a large number of participants, the tournament sprawled across various arenas scattered across different stars, planets, and even moons under the control of the Nangong Ancient Family.

"With so many participants, the competition is heating up," remarked Wang Jian, surveying the bustling arena with a keen eye.

"Indeed," Lin Xingya agreed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "But we'll show them what we're made of."

Shui Xueying nodded in agreement, her confidence unwavering. "We didn't come this far to back down now."

The tournament schedule was relentless, with four rounds occurring in a single day. Over the course of twenty intense days, Wang Jian, Lin Xingya, Shui Xueying, and Zhi Xi showcased their prowess, emerging victorious in each round to secure their spots among the elite 128 cultivators.New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on ɴoᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt

"Looks like we made it," Wang Jian remarked, a sense of satisfaction evident in his voice.

"It's been quite the journey," Lin Xingya agreed, a hint of pride in her tone.

Shui Xueying flashed a smile. "And the real challenge is yet to come."

Zhi Xi remained silent, her expression serene yet determined.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the tournament grounds, cultivators from far-flung corners of the cosmos converged on the star where the main event would unfold.

Among the top contenders stood Wang Jian's archenemy, Lin Fei. His presence elicited a wicked grin from Wang Jian, who relished the prospect of confronting his foe on the battlefield.

"This just got interesting," he muttered to himself.

Wang Jian couldn't resist the opportunity to toy with Lin Fei, knowing full well of his infatuation with Lin Xingya. He couldn't wait to see the shock and disbelief on Lin Fei's face when he realized that Lin Xingya had fallen for his sworn enemy in the most depraved manner possible.

'It'll be amusing to see his reaction,' Wang Jian thought, his eyes glinting with anticipation. 'Lin Fei won't know what hit him.'

Meanwhile, Lin Fei, oblivious to Wang Jian's scheming, held an expression which was a mix of determination and anticipation. He was focused on the battles ahead, completely unaware of the surprise that awaited him.

In the bustling evening of that fateful day, Lin Fei's ears perked up at the sound of gossip about his sister Lin Xingya's participation in the tournament. His heart skipped a beat, and without a second thought, he bolted towards the inner region of the settlement where Lin Xingya was said to be staying.

As he approached the entrance to the inner region, he found himself face-to-face with a pair of imposing guards. "Hold it right there," one of them barked, blocking Lin Fei's path.

"Sorry, mate, but no one gets in without proper authorization," the other added, eyeing Lin Fei suspiciously.

Lin Fei's mind raced as he tried to explain his predicament. "But she's my sister! Lin Xingya!" he protested, desperation evident in his voice.

The guards exchanged skeptical glances, clearly unimpressed by Lin Fei's disheveled appearance. "Sure she is, pal. And I'm the emperor," one of them retorted sarcastically.

Lin Fei's frustration mounted as he brandished the token of a main contender in the tournament, hoping to sway the guards. "Look, I have this! I'm supposed to be here!" he insisted, waving the token in their faces.

But the guards remained unmoved, their expressions stony. "Doesn't matter what piece of paper you've got. Rules are rules," one of them remarked dismissively.

Unable to contain his anger any longer, Lin Fei's fists clenched as he launched into a frenzied attack on the guards, his blows raining down upon them with ferocity.

"Let me through, damn it!" he shouted, his voice echoing with fury as he pummeled the guards relentlessly.

The scene quickly drew a crowd, curious onlookers gathering to witness the chaos unfolding at the entrance to the inner settlement. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd as they watched Lin Fei take on the guards of the prestigious Nangong Family.

"Whoa, check it out! That guy's going nuts!"

"Looks like trouble's brewing!"

"Someone better call for backup!"

As the skirmish escalated, Lin Fei's determination only grew stronger, his fists flying with reckless abandon. He was prepared to do whatever it took to reach his sister, consequences be damned.

As the backup of guards swarmed in, the atmosphere crackled with tension, and Lin Fei found himself surrounded by a formidable array of elder experts from the Nangong Family. Their imposing presence sent shivers down his spine, but he stood his ground defiantly, his fists clenched in determination.

One of the elders, adorned in resplendent robes, stepped forward, his eyes flashing with authority. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice sharp with authority.

Lin Fei bristled at the elder's tone, but he squared his shoulders and prepared to make his case. "I'm trying to see my sister, Lin Xingya! She's staying in the inner region," he explained, gesturing towards the guarded entrance.

The elder's expression hardened as he listened to Lin Fei's words. "And you think that gives you the right to attack our guards?" he retorted, his voice laced with disdain.

Lin Fei's frustration boiled over at the elder's dismissive tone. "I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want to see my sister!" he insisted, his voice tinged with desperation.

But the elder remained unmoved, his gaze cold and unwavering. "Rules are rules, boy. You can't just barge in wherever you please," he stated firmly, crossing his arms across his chest.

Enraged by the elder's refusal to listen, Lin Fei lashed out impulsively, his fists flying towards the elder in a fit of anger.

The sudden attack caught the elder off guard, but he quickly regained his composure, deflecting Lin Fei's blows with practiced ease. "Enough of this nonsense!" he snapped, his voice thundering with authority.

But Lin Fei refused to back down, his determination unyielding as he summoned a majestic Phoenix at the Divine Spirit Realm to aid him in battle.

As the battle unfolded, chaos erupted, with Lin Fei and the experts of the Nangong Family locked in a fierce struggle. Spells crackled through the air, and weapons clashed with resounding force as both sides fought tooth and nail for supremacy.

Amidst the chaos, Lin Fei fought with a fervor fueled by desperation, his every move calculated to overcome his formidable opponents. Despite being outnumbered, he refused to retreat, his resolve unwavering in the face of overwhelming odds.

The clash of wills continued unabated, each side refusing to yield an inch as they battled for dominance in the swirling maelstrom of combat.