Harem Developing Villain

A few days passed, then two weeks, and the situation across the cultivation world had begun to shift drastically.

Lin Yun, the rising star of the Devil Sects, had started to fulfill the role that fate had carved out for him. As his destiny as a protagonist came to the forefront, he ascended rapidly in power, leaving even his most formidable adversaries in awe.

The tipping point came when Lin Yun broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm during a decisive battle, and the repercussions rippled through both the righteous and devil sects.

The battle had been intense. Lin Yun had faced a coalition of righteous cultivators, many of whom were Soul Integration Realm experts, a realm far above Nascent Soul. The righteous sects had sent their best geniuses to deal with Lin Yun, believing that his rise to power needed to be stopped before it reached a critical level.

However, none of them could have anticipated the sheer ferocity and power he unleashed.

During the heat of battle, Lin Yun's breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm triggered a dramatic shift. His aura exploded outward, crushing the morale of the righteous cultivators as he summoned the might of his demonic legacy. His body pulsed with a dark, terrifying energy—the power of the Slaughtering Demon Emperor.

The skies darkened, and the battlefield was stained with the blood of those who dared to stand in his way.

With the Demon Emperor's Blood Slaughter Art at his disposal, Lin Yun wielded a power that transcended the normal limits of cultivation. The more blood was spilled, the stronger he became. He cut through the Soul Integration Realm experts like a storm, showing no mercy.

His Nine Shadows of Slaughter technique created indistinguishable clones of himself, each clone delivering brutal attacks from all directions, confusing and overwhelming his enemies. The Blood Reaping Strike drained the life force of anyone unfortunate enough to be struck, causing Lin Yun to grow stronger with every kill.

Clad in his newly acquired demonic armor, which once belonged to Bai Wudi, an ancient demonic overlord, Lin Yun seemed unstoppable. The armor enhanced his defense to terrifying levels, making even the strongest Soul Integration attacks bounce off without leaving a mark. Wielding the Blood Reaver, a sword forged in the blood of a thousand fallen enemies, Lin Yun's power only grew.

The sword resonated with him, feeding on the carnage around him and intensifying his slaughter with each swing.

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The righteous experts, though formidable in their own right, could not withstand the onslaught. One by one, they fell. Their Soul Integration cultivation meant little against the overwhelming power of Lin Yun, who, despite being at the Nascent Soul Realm, fought with a level of strength and precision that transcended his realm.

By the end of the battle, Lin Yun stood victorious amidst a field of corpses, his body radiating the terrifying energy of the Slaughtering Demon Emperor.

News of Lin Yun's victory spread quickly throughout the cultivation world, causing shockwaves in both the righteous sects and the devil sects. In the Devil Sects, Lin Yun's triumph was seen as a major turning point. The morale of the entire Devil Sects surged, with many seeing Lin Yun as their destined leader, the one who would bring them to supremacy over the righteous sects.

This sudden rise in Lin Yun's power and influence caused concern among those who had once viewed him with caution, including Qin Xiulan, Mei Yulan, and Zhao Lanying. These three powerful women, who had previously been considering Wang Li's subtle overtures to break away from Lin Yun's influence, now found themselves more hesitant. They couldn't ignore Lin Yun's potential.

He had proven that he could defeat experts far above his realm, and they knew that to abandon him now would be a mistake. For the time being, they chose to remain aligned with him, keeping a close watch on his progress.

When word of Lin Yun's rise to the Nascent Soul Realm and his victory over the righteous sects reached Wang Li, his mood soured. His plans to slowly chip away at Lin Yun's support were being undermined by the very destiny that seemed to cling to Lin Yun's every move. Frustration brewed within him as he sat in his grand chamber, contemplating his next move.

"This brat is rising faster than expected," Wang Li muttered, his voice laced with irritation. "How did he manage to reach the Nascent Soul Realm in such a short time? Even worse, he's already capable of defeating Soul Integration experts…"

Zhen Qiuyue stood nearby, her voluptuous form dressed in a flowing, low-cut violet robe that barely covered her full breasts and wide hips. Her black hair cascaded down her back like silk, framing her alluring figure. She could sense Wang Li's frustration and stepped closer, her sultry voice cutting through the tense air.

"Patriarch Wang, you've always been a man of vision," Zhen Qiuyue purred, her full lips curling into a seductive smile. "Lin Yun's rise is troubling, yes, but he's just one man. You have resources, influence, and—" her voice dropped an octave, "—you have me."

Wang Li's eyes flickered toward Zhen Qiuyue, the frustration in his gaze softening slightly as he took in the sight of her body. He allowed himself a brief moment to admire her curves—the deep swell of her breasts pushing against the fabric of her robe, the way her hips flared out in that tight, almost scandalously revealing dress.

She had already become his, body and soul, but tonight, he needed more than her presence. He needed release.

"Come here," Wang Li commanded, his voice low but filled with authority.

Zhen Qiuyue didn't hesitate. She moved with a graceful, sensual sway in her hips, her eyes never leaving his as she approached the edge of his seat. She leaned forward, pressing her large breasts against his chest as her lips hovered near his ear. "Let me help you… forget about Lin Yun, just for a while."

Wang Li's hand gripped her waist, pulling her onto his lap. Her robe shifted, revealing even more of her pale skin, and Wang Li's other hand moved to cup her full breasts, kneading them through the fabric. Zhen Qiuyue let out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch as her lips brushed against his neck.

At that moment, Elder Baiyun entered the chamber, her entrance smooth and deliberate. Unlike Zhen Qiuyue's violet robes, Elder Baiyun wore a pristine white silk gown, though it was equally revealing. Her large, perfectly shaped breasts bounced slightly with each step, and her hips swayed enticingly beneath the thin fabric.

She had been conquered by Wang Li not long ago, but now she willingly served his every whim.

"I see the Patriarch needs some… relief," Elder Baiyun said, her voice dripping with seductive intent. "Shall I join you, Patriarch?"

Wang Li's eyes darkened with lust as he motioned for her to approach. "Both of you."

Elder Baiyun wasted no time in shedding the top half of her gown, revealing her naked breasts, which were firm and full, with pale, soft skin that glowed in the dim light of the room. She moved beside Wang Li, pressing her body against him as her lips found his jawline.

Wang Li gripped both women tightly, his frustration melting away as he indulged in the pleasures their voluptuous bodies offered. He let his hands roam over their soft skin, relishing the feeling of their warm flesh beneath his fingers. Zhen Qiuyue's lips found his, while Elder Baiyun moaned softly as his hand trailed down her back, over her round buttocks.

Their moans filled the chamber as Wang Li vented his frustrations on them, his hands gripping their large breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms. Zhen Qiuyue arched her back, her robe slipping down her shoulders, revealing more of her body. Wang Li's lips found her neck, biting softly as she whimpered in pleasure.

Elder Baiyun, on the other side, pushed her breasts into his hands, her breath coming in short gasps as she responded to his touch. Her long white hair spilled over her shoulders, contrasting against the dark backdrop of the room.

For hours, Wang Li forgot about Lin Yun, about the frustrations of the outside world. He drowned himself in the pleasure of their bodies, in the way they moaned his name, in the feel of their skin against his. His mind, if only for a while, was consumed by lust, and the weight of his responsibilities faded into the background.

When it was over, and the two women lay breathless beside him, Wang Li's mind slowly returned to the issue at hand—Lin Yun's rise in power. But now, after venting his frustration, his thoughts were clearer, more focused.

"Lin Yun may have grown stronger," Wang Li murmured, looking down at the two beauties who had satisfied him. "But this isn't over. Not by a long shot."

Meanwhile, at this moment, the two beauties looked at each other as they wondered what their master planned to do next.