Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist
Chapter Summary
The Radiant Sun Sect, one of the most prestigious and powerful factions in the Eastern Cosmos, gleamed with a brilliance that rivaled the stars it ruled over. During a sect-wide tournament, he faced an opponent far beyond his skill level: Li Tianyu, the pride of the Radiant Sun Sect and a cultivator who had already half-stepped into the Divine Ascension Realm. His starships patrolled multiple systems, his name was whispered with equal parts awe and fear, and his harem of Astral Spirits and Starl...
The cosmos shuddered under the weight of Wang Jian's power, the tremors rippling through stars and galaxies, stirring countless individuals.
Among those affected were the newest generation of protagonists—men who, unbeknownst to themselves, bore the concentrated luck and providence of the universe.
Each of these men was a wolf in sheep's clothing, their charm masking a deep-seated hunger for power, status, and—above all else—the affection of beautiful women.
These men had risen from nothing, their ability to twist misfortune into fortune marking them as the chosen few in a vast, uncaring cosmos.
Yet even they were unaware of the deeper cosmic mechanisms at play.
One such protagonist was Feng Xuan, the Young Sovereign of the Radiant Sun Sect.
The Radiant Sun Sect, one of the most prestigious and powerful factions in the Eastern Cosmos, gleamed with a brilliance that rivaled the stars it ruled over.
Its sprawling palaces and temples, built atop the Celestial Flame Belt, pulsed with the energy of countless cultivators, each striving to reach ever greater heights.
Among them, one man stood above all—Feng Xuan, the Young Sovereign of the sect.
His position was an enviable one, envied by men and desired by women, but few truly understood the shadowy path he had walked to reach the pinnacle.
Feng Xuan's story was not one of noble birth or divine inheritance.
Born into a forgotten branch family, he grew up on the outer edges of the Radiant Sun Sect's territories.
His childhood was one of obscurity and struggle, his parents mere outer disciples barely scraping by.
Feng Xuan had shown little promise in his early years, his cultivation slow and his talent middling.
But what he lacked in aptitude, he made up for with ambition—and an uncanny knack for turning disaster into fortune.
As a boy, Feng Xuan had stumbled upon a dusty, forgotten manual while cleaning the sect's outer library, a task assigned to low-ranking disciples.
The manual, titled The Shadowed Phoenix Technique, was incomplete and riddled with cryptic passages, but it contained insights into a unique cultivation path that emphasized deception and manipulation.
Where others might have dismissed it as useless, Feng Xuan saw potential.
He secretly began practicing the technique, using its teachings to amplify his meager abilities.
His first taste of power came when he uncovered a scandal involving a senior disciple and one of the sect's alchemists.
Using the information as leverage, Feng Xuan secured access to precious pills and resources that were otherwise beyond his reach.
This marked the beginning of a pattern that would define his life: taking risks, exploiting weaknesses, and climbing higher with every step.
Feng Xuan's cunning extended to his dealings with women, and it was here that his methods grew particularly depraved.
His first conquest was a fellow outer disciple, a shy and naive girl who had always admired him from afar.
He showered her with sweet words and promises, coaxing her into stealing cultivation resources from her family.
When she was caught and expelled from the sect, Feng Xuan shed no tears.
By then, he had already moved on to his next target.
His charm was a weapon, one he wielded with ruthless precision.
He seduced the daughter of a Grand Elder, convincing her of his undying love while simultaneously blackmailing her with secrets he had uncovered about her father's illicit dealings.
Through her, he gained access to the inner sect and the vast troves of knowledge and power that came with it.
Feng Xuan's luck often bordered on the miraculous, a fact that even he sometimes marveled at.
During an expedition to an ancient ruin, he was ambushed by a rival who sought to eliminate him.
Trapped and outmatched, Feng Xuan seemed doomed—until the ground beneath them collapsed, plunging them into a hidden chamber filled with treasures.
While his rival perished in the fall, Feng Xuan emerged with a legendary artifact: the Crimson Flame Pearl, an item that significantly boosted his cultivation speed.
Step by step, Feng Xuan climbed the ranks of the Radiant Sun Sect.
His reputation grew alongside his power, though not always for the right reasons.
Stories of his escapades spread through the sect like wildfire—how he had seduced the head librarian's wife to gain access to forbidden texts, or how he had framed a rival for theft, leading to the man's exile.
Despite his underhanded methods, Feng Xuan's successes overshadowed his scandals.
By the time he reached the Core Formation Realm, Feng Xuan had amassed a following of beautiful women, each more loyal—and more deceived—than the last.
His harem was a source of both pleasure and power, their combined resources and connections fueling his rise.
Some were talented cultivators who believed in his potential and promised to support him in his path to greatness.
Others were daughters of influential figures, pawns in his ever-expanding web of manipulation.
As he approached the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm, Feng Xuan encountered his most significant challenge yet.
The sect's upper echelons were fiercely competitive, and his rapid rise had earned him many enemies.
During a sect-wide tournament, he faced an opponent far beyond his skill level: Li Tianyu, the pride of the Radiant Sun Sect and a cultivator who had already half-stepped into the Divine Ascension Realm.
The duel was meant to end Feng Xuan's ambitions once and for all.
Yet, once again, Feng Xuan's luck intervened.
A freak lightning storm struck during the match, its chaotic energy disrupting the battlefield.
While Li Tianyu was struck directly and incapacitated, Feng Xuan narrowly escaped harm and used the opportunity to claim victory.
The event was hailed as a divine sign, and Feng Xuan's reputation soared.
It was during this time that Feng Xuan finally broke through to the Divine Ascension Realm.
The process was grueling, requiring him to balance the volatile energies of the Crimson Flame Pearl with his own cultivation base.
He secluded himself for months, enduring agonizing tribulations that nearly cost him his life.
When he emerged, his aura was entirely transformed, his power radiating like the sun itself.
The sect celebrated his achievement, crowning him the Young Sovereign and granting him dominion over the Celestial Flame Belt.
Now, as the most powerful cultivator in the Radiant Sun Sect, Feng Xuan lived a life of unparalleled luxury and decadence.
His palace atop the Celestial Flame Belt was a marvel of architecture, its golden spires piercing the heavens.
Within its walls, every whim was catered to.
His harem, now numbering in the dozens, was a testament to his conquests.
The women who shared his chambers ranged from sect disciples to the daughters of influential elders, their loyalty secured through a mix of charm, coercion, and calculated generosity.
Feng Xuan's daily life was a blend of cultivation and indulgence.
He spent his mornings meditating in the grand chamber of his palace, the air around him shimmering with the heat of his aura.
Afternoons were reserved for meetings with his advisors, many of whom were women who had risen to prominence under his patronage.
Evenings were a time of revelry, with feasts and music filling the halls of his palace.
Despite his outward confidence, Feng Xuan remained acutely aware of the precariousness of his position.
His rise had been built on deception and exploitation, and he knew that many within the sect viewed him with suspicion.
But his luck had never failed him before, and he believed it never would.
One evening, as he reclined on a jade couch, a curvaceous beauty poured him a cup of celestial wine.
Her robes clung to her form, leaving little to the imagination.
Feng Xuan's eyes glinted with amusement as he ran a hand through her silken hair.
"You're particularly attentive tonight, aren't you?
"The woman blushed, her voice soft.
"I only wish to please you, Young Sovereign.
"Feng Xuan chuckled, taking a sip of the wine.
"And please me, you have.
But tell me, my dear, what's the talk among the disciples?
I trust you hear more than most.
"She hesitated, glancing around as if to ensure no one else was listening.
"There are whispers, my lord.
Some say the sect elders grow uneasy with your...
methods.
They fear your influence may overshadow their own.
"Feng Xuan's smile widened, though his eyes grew colder.
"Let them fear.
Fear is a tool, my dear, one I've wielded quite effectively.
As long as they remain too afraid to act, I have nothing to worry about.
"The woman nodded, her expression a mixture of admiration and apprehension.
Feng Xuan leaned back, his mind already turning to his next move.
The sect was his to command, but he knew the cosmos was far larger.
His ambitions stretched beyond the Celestial Flame Belt, beyond the Eastern Cosmos itself.
Yet, as he sipped his wine and gazed out at the stars, a sudden tremor rippled through his Divine Sense.
It was faint, almost imperceptible, but unmistakable.
His eyes narrowed, the predatory grin returning to his face.
"What in the heavens was that?
" he muttered, setting the cup aside.
A curvaceous beauty draped herself across his lap, her voice honeyed.
"Young Sovereign, is something troubling you?
"Feng Xuan didn't answer immediately.
His thoughts raced, analyzing the sensation.
It was a power unlike anything he had encountered before—vast, overwhelming, and utterly alien.
His instincts, honed through years of navigating danger, screamed that this was no ordinary phenomenon.
He summoned his trusted lieutenants, all beautiful women who had pledged their loyalty to him for reasons that often had little to do with his leadership.
"Prepare the sect's starships," he commanded.
"I want every anomaly in the cosmos cataloged.
And keep an eye on the Imperial Jade Family.
They're bound to stick their noses where they don't belong.
"As his lieutenants dispersed, Feng Xuan's thoughts turned inward.
The sensation he'd felt was unlike anything he had experienced before—a power so vast it made his own feel insignificant.
He frowned, his hand tightening around the waist of the woman still clinging to him.
He thought to himself, 'No one will overshadow me.
No one.
'In the Western Cosmos, a realm of shimmering starfields and sprawling nebulae, the Celestial Nexus served as both sanctuary and stronghold for Altan Starbright, the self-proclaimed Starlord of Destiny.
The Nexus was a marvel, a city suspended in the void, its towers carved from crystalline starlight and its streets paved with fragments of celestial bodies.
Here, Altan lounged in his private sanctum—a pool of liquid light surrounded by an opulent chamber adorned with star-forged artifacts and silken tapestries that shimmered with the radiance of distant galaxies.
Altan was a man of contradictions.
His golden hair gleamed like sunlight, and his sculpted features bore a celestial beauty that hinted at his mixed heritage.
He was half Starlord, half Astral Spirit—a rare and reviled anomaly.
The rivalry between the two races ran as deep as the cosmos itself; Starlords, beings of ambition and dominion, saw the Astral Spirits as ethereal and elusive creatures unfit for true power.
Conversely, the Astral Spirits viewed the Starlords as brutes, their lust for control a blight on the harmony of the stars.
Altan, belonging to both worlds and neither, had known rejection and hatred from the moment he was born.
His mother, an Astral Spirit of unparalleled beauty, had been captured and enslaved by a rogue Starlord.
From this union of cruelty and despair, Altan had been born.
His early years were marked by scorn; the Starlords mocked him for his spiritual essence, while the Astral Spirits turned their backs on him for his mortal taint.
Yet, amidst this rejection, Altan learned to survive.
He quickly realized that charm could be as powerful as brute strength, and cunning often outmatched raw talent.
As a child, he scavenged in the gutters of the Celestial Nexus, stealing scraps of knowledge and practicing rudimentary star arts in secret.
His big break came when he stumbled upon an ancient, forbidden technique hidden in the ruins of a fallen Astral temple.
The knowledge was deadly to most who attempted to learn it, but Altan's mixed heritage allowed him to endure the grueling process.
The technique, known as the Starbound Convergence, amplified his abilities tenfold, granting him control over both light and astral energy.
With this newfound power, Altan began his ascent.
His rise was not without tragedy.
At twelve, he witnessed the execution of his mother at the hands of the Starlord who had enslaved her.
It was a public spectacle, meant to serve as a warning to rebellious spirits.
Altan, hiding in the shadows, vowed vengeance.
He bided his time, honing his skills and weaving himself into the fabric of the Nexus's power structures.
By the time he was seventeen, he had seduced the daughter of his mother's killer, earning her trust only to poison her and orchestrate her father's downfall.
He took everything from the man who had destroyed his family, leaving him a broken husk.
Altan's reputation grew.
He was ruthless and brilliant, always one step ahead of his rivals.
He turned every setback into an opportunity, every insult into a weapon.
His ability to charm was unmatched; he manipulated alliances, seduced daughters and wives of powerful figures, and coerced his enemies into betraying themselves.
One of his most cunning moves was seducing his own mentor, a powerful Starlord who had taught him advanced star arts.
At first, Altan feigned admiration and loyalty, but as their relationship deepened, he turned the tables.
She became utterly devoted to him, offering her knowledge and influence in exchange for his affection.
It was a masterstroke, for not only did he gain access to her secrets, but he also secured a loyal ally who would go to any lengths to protect him.
By the time Altan reached the Divine Ascension Realm, his power was undeniable.
His starships patrolled multiple systems, his name was whispered with equal parts awe and fear, and his harem of Astral Spirits and Starlord women had become legendary.
Each woman in his sanctum had a story—a rival's daughter who fell for his charm, an Astral Spirit bound by a pact she could not escape, or a former enemy who had surrendered to his might.
These women adored him, their ethereal forms draped in silken robes as they attended to his every whim.
Yet, to Altan, they were more than trophies; they were symbols of his triumph over a cosmos that had once sought to crush him.
On this particular day, Altan reclined in the pool of starlight, the radiant forms of his harem entwined around him.
Lyara, a willowy Astral Spirit with eyes like twin moons, traced a finger down his chest.
Her voice was soft, almost musical.
"You seem...
distracted, Starlord.
"Altan's golden eyes, usually so warm and inviting, turned cold and distant.
"Something has changed," he murmured, his tone thoughtful.
"A force beyond comprehension has entered our cosmos.
This could be an opportunity—or a threat.
"The tremor he had felt was unlike anything he had experienced before.
It was as if the very fabric of reality had been torn and reforged in an instant.
Such power was rare, even in the vast expanse of the Western Cosmos.
Altan stood, the liquid light cascading off his chiseled form as he stepped from the pool.
He moved with the grace of a predator, his every motion a study in elegance and control.
"Lyara," he said, his voice commanding, "gather the Council.
I want every Starlord under my command to report anything unusual.
And send emissaries to the Luminary Court.
We need to know what they know.
"Lyara hesitated, her form flickering with uncertainty.
"Do you think this could affect us?
"Altan turned to her, his smile returning, though it was colder now.
"Everything affects us, my dear.
But don't worry.
Whatever this is, I'll turn it to our advantage.
"As Lyara moved to carry out his orders, Altan's thoughts turned inward.
His mind was a whirlwind of possibilities and plans, yet a gnawing anxiety crept into his heart.
He glanced at the women around him, their devotion evident in their eyes.
Each of them represented a piece of his power, a reminder of his victories.
The thought of losing them—of someone stronger coming to take what he had fought so hard to build—was unbearable.
Altan clenched his fists, his resolve hardening.
"No one will overshadow me," he muttered to himself.
"No one.
"Despite his confidence, the memory of his tragic beginnings lingered.
He thought of his mother, her spirit shattered yet defiant to the end.
He thought of the betrayal and hatred he had endured, the countless nights spent plotting his revenge.
Everything he had, he had earned through blood, sweat, and sheer force of will.
He was the embodiment of survival, the culmination of tragedy turned triumph.
In the shimmering halls of the Celestial Nexus, Altan Starbright prepared to confront whatever fate the cosmos had in store.
His journey had been long and harrowing, filled with darkness and despair.
Yet he had emerged victorious, a shining star in a universe of chaos.
And though his methods were ruthless, and his heart perhaps irreparably scarred, Altan believed one thing with unwavering certainty: destiny belonged to those who seized it.