VILLAIN: MANIPULATING THE HEROINES INTO HATING THE PROTAGONIST - Chapter 518 White Bone Demon

Wang Jian grinned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. With the Eternal Slave Contracts binding the stunning elders and Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan to his will, he was practically the new king of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion. Sure, the night had been filled with some seriously mind-blowing fun, but his ultimate goal was bigger than just a steamy conquest.

He wanted to take complete control of the entire Pavilion. All those resources, all that territory – it would be the perfect haven for his beloved Yu Qing. First things first, though. He’d leverage the Pavilion’s influence throughout the Eastern Region to find her before those Star Lords did. Every elder, every spy, everyone who owed the Pavilion a favor – they’d all be on the lookout for Yu Qing.

Meanwhile, far across the cosmic Eastern Region, another story was unfolding. Chu Yang, the lone male disciple of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion (thanks to his rare Heavenly Jade Emperor Meridians), was on a journey of his own. While Wang Jian was busy strategizing, Chu Yang was out there, muscles rippling and determination burning in his eyes, trying to unlock the full potential of those special meridians.

Today, fate led him to a bustling star. There, he stumbled upon a battle – a one-on-three Star Lord showdown. The lone fighter was getting pummeled, his back against the wall. Chu Yang, a mere Divine Spirit Realm cultivator amongst these powerhouses (beyond Divine Ascension!), knew better than to jump in.

The fight raged on, the lone Star Lord unleashing a flashy technique that surprised the attackers. It was a blinding escape tactic, and in a flash of light, the lone Star Lord vanished. The three attackers split up, searching every nook and cranny.

By sheer luck, Chu Yang bumped into the escaped Star Lord. It turned out to be the legendary White Bone Star Lord, a big name with a reputation for being a heavyweight. The weakened Star Lord, with a desperate glint in his eyes, pleaded with Chu Yang – take my legacy, kill those three jerks!

Chu Yang, ever the opportunist, readily agreed. After all, this legacy promised a power boost, the key to finally facing Wang Jian and settling that score. Those three Star Lords? They weren’t his priority. Maybe later, after he got strong enough. Right now, Wang Jian was the thorn in his side.

“Deal!” Chu Yang said, his eyes gleaming. “Just show me what this legacy entails.”

Accepting the White Bone Star Lord’s legacy felt like diving headfirst into a swirling vortex of power. Images flooded Chu Yang’s mind – intricate formations, bone-chilling martial arts techniques, and a chillingly familiar energy signature. The signature resonated deep within him, a dormant echo now awakened. It was the aura of the Heavenly Jade Emperor Meridians!

The Star Lord chuckled, a raspy sound that echoed in Chu Yang’s head. “Seems the legacy has a special affinity for your meridians, boy. That’s fate smiling down on you.” He explained the core abilities of the legacy – the Bone Transformation Technique, a method to harden his body into near-impenetrable bone armor, and the White Bone Domain, a terrifying skill that drained the life force of anyone caught within its radius.

Chu Yang felt a surge of excitement. These abilities were perfect for his aggressive fighting style. He bid farewell to the weakened Star Lord and set off, driven by a newfound purpose.

His first stop was a treacherous mountain range rumored to house rare herbs for cultivation. The journey was perilous, crawling with ferocious beasts and cunning bandits. Yet, Chu Yang was a changed man. He activated the Bone Transformation Technique, and his body transformed. His skin hardened, turning a pale, bone-white. Razor-sharp claws extended from his fingertips, and his eyes glowed with an eerie white light.

Emerging from a cave, he encountered a monstrous bear, its fur matted with blood. The beast roared, charging at him. Chu Yang met the charge head-on, his claws tearing through the bear’s thick fur. The bear recoiled in shock, but before it could react, Chu Yang delivered a bone-crushing blow, sending the beast crashing to the ground, defeated.

He spent weeks in the mountain range, collecting herbs while honing his newfound abilities. The Bone Transformation Technique not only increased his defense but also enhanced his strength and agility. He even discovered a hidden cave with ancient cultivation manuals, left behind by a long-forgotten sect.

News of his exploits trickled down, painting a picture of a ruthless cultivator with an uncanny bone armor and a chilling aura. He encountered a group of young cultivators from the prestigious Shui Family, known for their water-based techniques. They mocked him, calling him a freak. But Chu Yang wasn’t fazed. He unleashed the White Bone Domain, a silent wave of energy that drained the color from the environment. The Shui Family members gasped, feeling their strength waning. They scrambled to escape, defeated without a fight.

Word of his victory spread like wildfire. Whispers of the “White Bone Demon” reached even the grand sects like the Lin Family. Some scorned him, others were intrigued. Yet, Chu Yang remained focused on his mission – becoming stronger and finding a way to control Wang Jian.

His next challenge came in the form of a demon base nestled deep within a corrupted forest. Demons, twisted creatures fueled by negative emotions, were a constant threat to the Eastern Region. Chu Yang, with his honed White Bone Domain, made quick work of the lower-level demons. But a hulking Demon General, reeking of sulfur and rage, emerged.

The fight was brutal. The Demon General’s dark energy clashed with Chu Yang’s bone armor. They traded blows, the forest floor cracking beneath their feet. But the legacy’ abilities proved superior. Chu Yang, utilizing the Bone Transformation Technique, dodged a bone-crushing swing and retaliated with a flurry of bone-tipped claws. The General roared in pain, finally succumbing to the White Bone Domain’s draining effects.

News of the demon base’s eradication further solidified Chu Yang’s reputation. Cultivators from various sects, intrigued by his unorthodox yet effective techniques, sought him out. Some offered him alliances, others challenged him to duels. Each encounter pushed him further, honing his skills and strengthening his cultivation base.

He learned to combine the White Bone Star Lord’s legacy with his own Heavenly Jade Emperor Meridians, creating devastating techniques that sent shockwaves through the Eastern Region. One such technique, the “Bone Dragon’s Wrath,” channeled the White Bone Domain’s life-draining energy through his claws, creating a bone dragon-shaped attack that ravaged his opponents.

As his legend grew, so did the whispers surrounding his association with the Heavenly Jade Pavilion. Wang Jian, the conqueror of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, became increasingly aware of the “White Bone Demon.”

News of the “White Bone Demon” reached Wang Jian even within the confines of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion. Reports of Chu Yang’s exploits, his brutal efficiency, and his terrifying white bone armor piqued some interest, but didn’t exactly cause alarm.

“White Bone Demon, huh?” Wang Jian mused, lounging on a plush cushion in his private quarters. “Sounds like some wannabe cultivator trying to make a name for himself.” The women of the Pavilion, still bound to him by the Eternal Slave Contract, stood around him, some fanning him, others tending to his every need.

He glanced at Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan, her beauty still undeniable. “Cui Lan,” he addressed her, his voice casual, “have you heard anything about this White Bone Demon?”

Cui Lan, eyes downcast, answered in a monotone, “Rumors abound, Master. They say he’s a fearsome cultivator with a strange bone armor and an aura that saps one’s strength.”

Wang Jian chuckled, a sound devoid of genuine humor. “Sounds more like a gimmick than anything.” He dismissed the reports, his focus squarely on his own cultivation.

His focus remained laser-sharp – the breakthrough to the Divine Tribulation Realm.

The lingering energy from his conquest of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion women, specifically the potent Primordial Yin Energy he’d absorbed, had propelled him to this critical juncture.

Reaching this realm was no small feat. Cultivators had to weather a brutal test – the Heavenly Tribulation. It was a cosmic phenomenon, a concentrated barrage of lightning and energy aimed at weeding out the weak. Only those strong enough to withstand its fury could ascend to a higher plane of existence.

For this crucial moment, Wang Jian chose a secluded star within the Heavenly Jade Pavilion’s territory. This star was a repository of pure energy, ideal for facilitating his breakthrough.

As he sat in meditation, a greyish energy pulsed around him, forming a dome that isolated him from the outside world. This was the precursor to the Heavenly Tribulations, nature’s test to those daring to reach such heights.

A low rumble echoed through the dome, the first wave of tribulation descending. A barrage of lightning bolts, crackling with raw power, arced towards him. Wang Jian’s eyes snapped open, a flicker of amusement in their depths. He raised a hand, his palm crackling with a soft purple aura. As the first bolt struck, his aura flared, effortlessly absorbing the energy.

“Pathetic,” he scoffed, a hint of disappointment in his voice. These initial tribulations were mere formalities, a warm-up for the real challenge.

The second wave wasted no time in arriving. This time, it wasn’t just lightning. Fiery meteors, blazing with an unholy crimson, plummeted towards him. Wang Jian’s expression remained stoic. He unleashed a torrent of his own energy, condensing it into a swirling purple vortex. The meteors slammed into the vortex, disintegrating into harmless sparks as their energy fueled his own.

The final wave, the one that truly separated the strong from the weak, roared to life. A colossal, swirling storm materialized above the dome, unleashing a torrent of chaotic energies. This was pure destruction, raw chaos that aimed to shatter his very being.

A bead of sweat trickled down Wang Jian’s temple. This was it. The real challenge. He closed his eyes, focusing every fiber of his being. He channeled the Primordial Yin energy, merging it with his own rapidly expanding cultivation base. A blinding purple light erupted from him, pushing back against the storm’s onslaught.

The dome shook violently, threatened to crumble under the combined forces, but Wang Jian held firm. The light intensified, pushing back the storm inch by inch, until finally, with a deafening roar, it dissipated entirely.

Silence descended, broken only by his ragged breathing.

He opened his eyes, a triumphant grin splitting his face. He had done it. He had conquered the tribulation and emerged a cultivator of the Divine Tribulation Realm. Power thrummed through him, a potent force yearning to be unleashed.