Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

663  Wang Jian's Next Target: Nature Clan's Leader Qing Fenghua

After his intense and pleasurable night with Mo Yin, Wang Jian lay back on the luxurious bed, letting his mind wander to his next target. The Nature Clan, led by a wondrous beauty, was his next conquest. The allure of conquering both Dong Zhuo's mother-in-law, the leader of the Nature Clan, and Dong Zhuo's wife, was too tempting to resist. However, he knew this mission required the utmost stealth and cunningness.

As he formulated his plan, he considered the limitations and strengths of his cultivation. Although he was in the Divine Harmony Realm, which was a stage lower than the Nature Clan leader's Divine Ascension Realm, he had a profound understanding of all types of laws due to the small world within his Divine Soul. This allowed him to manipulate darkness, light, divine, draconic, devil, nature, wood, elemental, spatial, time, and other laws to his advantage.

With his plan taking shape, Wang Jian decided to head towards the Northern Cosmos, where Dong Zhuo and most leaders of the Corrupt Dragon Clan and the Nature Clan resided. They were currently based on two stars within the starry galaxies of the Jiang Family, one assigned to the Nature Clan and the other to the Corrupt Dragon Clan.

Under the cover of night, Wang Jian activated his spatial abilities, creating a portal that led him to the Nature Clan's star. He emerged in the dense forests that characterized the Nature Clan's territory, his presence masked by the intricate laws of nature and shadow. He moved silently, like a wisp of wind through the trees, ensuring no one detected his presence.

The leader of the Nature Clan, Qing Fenghua, was a vision of ethereal beauty. Her humanoid form, despite being of another race, was incredibly alluring. She possessed long, flowing hair that shimmered with a greenish hue, eyes that sparkled like the morning dew, and skin that seemed to glow with an inner light. Her body was a symphony of curves, with large, full breasts and an hourglass figure that was both seductive and regal. As she moved gracefully through her domain, she exuded an aura of tranquility and power.

Wang Jian knew that approaching her directly was impossible. As Dong Zhuo's mother-in-law and a key figure in the alliance, Qing Fenghua would be immediately suspicious of any outsider, especially him, given his enmity with her son-in-law. Instead, he decided to exploit the faith of the Nature Clan in their True God Entity, known as the Nature True God's Spirit. This deity, represented by an idol, was the focal point of the clan's prayers and rituals.

The idol of the Nature True God's Spirit was an exquisite work of art, carved from a single piece of ancient wood. It depicted a majestic figure that combined elements of nature, with the body of a humanoid, the wings of an insect, and a crown of leaves and vines. Its eyes, made of precious emeralds, seemed to watch over the clan with a benevolent gaze. The idol stood in a sacred grove, surrounded by trees and flowers that were eternally in bloom, creating an atmosphere of peace and reverence.

Wang Jian hid in the shadow of the idol, his presence completely masked by his mastery of shadow and nature laws. As the Nature Clan gathered for their evening prayers, he began to channel his abilities, creating subtle but impactful miracles. The flowers around the idol bloomed brighter, the air became fresher, and the energy of the area grew more vibrant. He then reached out telepathically to Qing Fenghua, his voice resonating with a divine timbre.

"Qing Fenghua," Wang Jian's voice echoed in her mind, "I am the Nature True God's Spirit. I have come to guide and protect your clan in these troubled times."

Qing Fenghua's eyes widened in shock and suspicion. "Who are you? How do I know you are truly the Nature True God's Spirit?" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Wang Jian knew he needed to earn her trust. "Perform the ancient dance ritual, and you will see the proof of my power. I shall enhance and purify the bloodlines of your clan."

Despite her doubts, Qing Fenghua decided to follow the instructions. She gathered the clan members and instructed them to perform the ancient dance ritual. The clan moved in harmony, their bodies swaying gracefully in a dance that was both beautiful and powerful. As they danced, Wang Jian channeled his energy through the idol, enhancing the ritual's effects.

The results were immediate. The bloodlines of the Nature Clan members began to strengthen and purify, their auras growing brighter and more potent. Qing Fenghua could hardly believe her eyes, but the evidence was undeniable. The voice had indeed brought about a miracle.

"Thank you, Nature True God's Spirit," Qing Fenghua said, her tone filled with awe and reverence. "What else must we do to earn your continued blessings?"

"Continue to perform your duties with honor and integrity," Wang Jian replied, his voice filled with a serene authority. "But be wary of the Corrupt Dragon Clan. Their intentions may not be as noble as they seem."

Qing Fenghua frowned slightly. "But Dong Zhuo is my son-in-law. He would not allow harm to come to us."

"Even the noblest hearts can be swayed by darkness," Wang Jian cautioned. "Remain vigilant and protect your clan above all."

Over the next few weeks, Wang Jian maintained this facade, contacting Qing Fenghua only once a week. Each time, she would stand before the idol, whispering her troubles and seeking guidance. Wang Jian would respond with solutions that genuinely helped the Nature Clan, further cementing his guise as the Nature True God's Spirit.

He subtly planted seeds of doubt about the Corrupt Dragon Clan, never overtly accusing them but suggesting caution and vigilance. "Remember," he would say, "even the closest allies can sometimes harbor hidden intentions."

Qing Fenghua, though initially hesitant, began to heed his advice. Her respect and trust in the voice grew with each interaction. The clan members, too, noticed the tangible benefits of the guidance, their loyalty to the Nature True God's Spirit unwavering.

Wang Jian's plan was progressing perfectly. The Nature Clan's bloodlines were stronger, their faith in him solidified, and their suspicion towards the Corrupt Dragon Clan subtly growing. He had managed to conquer their hearts and minds without revealing his true identity, a feat that showcased his cunning and strategic brilliance.

As the weeks passed, Qing Fenghua stood before the idol once more, her voice filled with a mix of reverence and concern. "Great Spirit, we have followed your guidance faithfully. Is there more we must do?"

"You have done well, Qing Fenghua," Wang Jian's voice resonated, filled with a fatherly warmth. "Continue to protect your clan and be vigilant. Trust in my guidance, and you will prosper."

Qing Fenghua bowed deeply, her heart filled with gratitude. "We shall, Great Spirit. Thank you for your continued blessings."

Wang Jian smiled in the shadows, knowing that his plan was unfolding perfectly.

However, he knew that to truly conquer the Nature Clan, he had to escalate his plan and create a sense of urgency among the clan members. Disguised as the Nature True God's Spirit, he prepared to deliver a prophecy that would shake the very foundations of the clan and drive them closer to his control.

One evening, as the Nature Clan gathered around the idol for their prayers, Wang Jian's voice resonated from the idol, rich and commanding. "Qing Fenghua, my faithful children of nature, hear my words. A prophecy has been revealed to me."

Qing Fenghua and the elders of the clan fell to their knees, their eyes wide with reverence and fear. "Great Spirit, we are listening," Qing Fenghua said, her voice trembling.

"The prophecy speaks of a great destruction," Wang Jian continued, his voice filled with a grave seriousness. "This destruction will come from your own allies, from the dangerous dragons. If this threat is not stopped, it will completely annihilate the Nature Clan."

Gasps and murmurs spread through the gathered crowd. Qing Fenghua's face paled as she processed the ominous words. "Is there nothing we can do to prevent this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, the deity's spirit remained silent, adding to the tension. Then, Wang Jian's voice returned, softer but resolute. "When your clan is on the brink of destruction, a familiar figure will appear, leading a force to save you. The only way for the Nature Clan to survive is to follow this force and submit to its leader as your new ruler."

The clan members exchanged worried glances. The idea of submitting to an enemy to save their lives was both terrifying and humiliating. Yet, the prophecy carried the weight of divine truth.

Qing Fenghua took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing with determination. "We shall heed your words, Great Spirit. We will prepare for the worst and trust in your guidance. But we will not speak of this prophecy to anyone outside our clan."

She turned to her people, her expression stern. "No one is to leak this information, not even to your closest companions from other races. This prophecy is to remain a secret within the Nature Clan."

The members of the clan nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. Even Qing Yulan, the Nature Clan princess and Dong Zhuo's wife, knew she had to keep this secret from her husband.