Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

The night was a canvas of deep indigo, pricked with the distant, cold light of unfamiliar stars. Wang Jian sat in his stark outer sect hut, the 'Compendium of Immortal Herbs' resting open on his lap, though he wasn't truly reading it. His powerful soul had absorbed its contents in a single, intensive session. Every drawing, every name, every obscure property was now neatly filed away in the vast library of his mind.

'Sunpetal Lily… enhances Water Qi affinity. Moonshadow Root… used in calming draughts. Serpent's Tongue Fern… a mild paralytic. Interesting.' His mind was already cross-referencing this new knowledge with the alchemical principles he'd gleaned from Old Fang's texts, and, more deeply, with the infinitely more complex alchemical lore from his past. 'The basics are similar. Energy signatures, elemental affinities, synergistic and antagonistic properties. Just… cruder here. Less refined.'

He closed the Compendium. His primary focus now was the 'Bright Jade Art'. He sat in the lotus position, the crude straw mat doing little to cushion his bones. He drew in a slow, deliberate breath, his mind clearing, focusing on the sensation of the thin, ambient Spiritual Energy around him. It was like trying to drink mist.

The pathways of the Bright Jade Art were simple, direct, designed for rapid accumulation rather than profound refinement. He guided the trickles of Spiritual Energy along these paths, feeling the familiar tingle as it was absorbed, converted into his own nascent Qi, and stored within his dantian – a dantian that felt frustratingly small and undeveloped after what he was used to.

'Patience. One wisp at a time. This mortal body is the vessel. It must be filled before it can be reforged.'

The next day, as the morning sun painted the Herbal Garden in dew-kissed gold, Wang Jian found himself once again amidst the rows of spirit herbs. His diligence had not gone unnoticed. Senior Sister Meng Yue and Senior Sister Su Lin sought him out, their smiles a little brighter, their approaches a little less reserved.

"Junior Brother Wang!" Meng Yue chirped, her seventh-stage Qi Condensation aura making her seem vibrant and energetic. "Good news! Deacon Fu is planning to refine a batch of 'Minor Qi Recovery Pills' this afternoon. He… grudgingly… agreed you could observe. He said, and I quote, 'If the pretty boy wants to stare at boiling pots instead of doing actual work, fine, but if he touches anything, I'll feed him to the Corpse-Eating Vines!'"

Wang Jian offered a charming, grateful smile. "Senior Sister, that is wonderful news! I promise to be the epitome of silent observation." 'Corpse-Eating Vines, eh? Must make a note to check those out in the Compendium later.'

Su Lin added softly, "Deacon Fu is also low on ground Moonpetal Stems for the paste. He said if you could… assist us in meticulously grinding them beforehand, it might… improve his mood regarding your presence." Her shy gaze flickered towards him, then away.

'So, manual labor first. Fair enough.' "It would be my honor to assist, Senior Sisters. Anything to learn from the esteemed Deacon."

The afternoon found Wang Jian in Deacon Fu's cramped, cluttered alchemy corner, a small, smoke-stained room attached to his personal storage hut. The air was thick with the pungent aroma of various herbs and a faint, metallic tang. Deacon Fu, a man whose perpetual frown seemed carved into his face, was bustling about, barking orders at Meng Yue and Su Lin.

Wang Jian, having dutifully ground Moonpetal Stems to a perfect, almost ethereal powder under Su Lin's gentle guidance (and Meng Yue's more boisterous encouragement), now stood quietly in a designated corner, observing.

Deacon Fu, at the peak of Foundation Establishment, didn't possess a cultivator's True Flame. Instead, he utilized a specially constructed small furnace, fueled by high-grade spirit coals, into which he slid a heavy, bronze cauldron.

'No pill flame. Relying on external heat source and cauldron quality. Limits the refinement precision significantly,' Wang Jian noted.

The process was rudimentary by his former standards, but he watched intently. Meng Yue and Su Lin, both at the seventh stage of Qi Condensation, assisted Deacon Fu with practiced ease. They measured ingredients, added them to the cauldron at precise intervals as barked by the Deacon, and maintained the furnace heat, their own Qi subtly influencing the flames through specific hand seals.

"More Fire-Tongue Root, girl, are you blind?!" Fu would snap at Meng Yue.

"Stir it counter-clockwise, three slow turns, not like you're churning butter, Su Lin!" he'd grumble.

Wang Jian observed how Deacon Fu controlled the process, his Foundation Establishment Spiritual Energy infusing the cauldron, guiding the amalgamation of herbal essences. He noted the sequence, the subtle shifts in color and aroma of the concoction, the critical points where Fu's spiritual energy surged or receded.

'He's compensating for the lack of a true pill flame with precise spiritual energy control and ingrained experience with these specific ingredients. The cauldron itself is decent quality bronze, likely enchanted to distribute heat evenly, but still… a far cry from a true alchemist's crucible.'

He also learned something crucial. "Disciples in the Qi Condensation Realm," Fu grumbled at one point, wiping sweat from his brow, "if they're foolish enough to attempt pill-making without a master's guidance, have two options. Either rent time in the Sect's Earth Fire Chamber – expensive, eats up spirit stones like a starving wolf – or, once they reach the Ninth Stage and can open their own meager cave dwelling higher up the mountain, they can try to set up their own crude earth-fire pit. Most blow themselves up or just make charcoal."

'Earth Fire Chamber… a communal facility. And cave dwellings at Ninth Stage. Good to know.' Wang Jian had no intention of refining pills anytime soon. His current Qi was pitiful, and the resources required were far beyond his reach. But knowledge was power. He was absorbing the fundamental principles, the limitations, the potential workarounds of this realm's alchemy.

When the batch of murky, slightly lopsided Minor Qi Recovery Pills was finally, grudgingly, deemed acceptable by Deacon Fu, Wang Jian offered his sincere thanks to the Deacon (who just grunted) and to Meng Yue and Su Lin (who beamed at his praise).

"It was… enlightening, Senior Sisters."

"You are welcome anytime, Junior Brother Wang," Meng Yue said warmly. "As long as you don't mind Deacon Fu's… charming personality."

Meanwhile, Princess Yue Lingshan was making her own strides. Her dedicated study of array formations under the adoring tutelage of Senior Brother Lin Kai was yielding results. She spent hours in the outer sect's designated array practice ground – a dusty clearing marked with chalk lines and embedded with low-grade formation flags.

Initially, her attempts were clumsy. Her Qi control was still developing, and channeling it into the precise patterns required for even basic arrays was a struggle. Flags would topple, energy flows would sputter and die, and her carefully constructed 'Minor Illusion Array' would shimmer for a second then collapse into a puff of confused Qi.

But Lingshan was diligent. And she had Wang Jian's quiet encouragement during their nightly meetings.

"Don't focus on the outcome, Lingshan," he'd advised, his hands gently massaging her tired shoulders after a long day. "Focus on the flow. Feel the Qi. Understand the patterns. The array is just a manifestation of your intent."

Slowly, she improved. One evening, when Wang Jian slipped into her hut, she greeted him with a triumphant smile. "Jian, look!"

She led him outside, to a small, clear patch of ground near her hut. With focused concentration, she took out a few simple formation flags she'd painstakingly crafted herself (with materials 'gifted' by Lin Kai) and began to place them, her hands moving with newfound confidence. She channeled her Wood and Water Qi, a faint green and blue glow emanating from her fingertips.

The flags hummed. The air shimmered. A small, simple 'Water Veil Concealment Array' flickered into existence, creating a shimmering, translucent barrier that distorted the view of whatever was behind it. It was weak, barely functional, and would likely collapse under the slightest pressure, but it was hers.

"I did it!" Yue Lingshan exclaimed, her eyes shining.

Wang Jian examined it, a genuine smile on his face. "Impressive, Princess. Very impressive for a beginner. You have a good feel for the energy flows." He stepped behind the shimmering veil. "Hmm, it even slightly muffles sound. Practical for… private conversations." He winked.

Lingshan blushed, but her heart swelled with pride at his praise.

Their body cultivation also progressed, though it was a far more arduous process. Wang Jian had selected two different foundational body tempering arts from the Scripture Pavilion, ones that didn't require rare herbs or elixirs in their initial stages, relying instead on specific breathing patterns, intense physical exertion, and the body's natural restorative abilities.

Lingshan practiced the 'Jade Stream Softening Art', a technique designed for female cultivators, focusing on enhancing flexibility, resilience, and channeling Qi through the flesh to subtly strengthen it from within, all while maintaining a soft, radiant appearance. Wang Jian, on the other hand, used the 'Ironbone Tempering Method', a more brutal regime of agonizing stretches, bone-jarring impacts against trees (when no one was looking), and holding painful postures for extended periods.

For Lingshan, the Jade Stream Softening Art was transformative. Her already graceful movements became even more fluid, her skin seemed to glow with an inner luminescence, and though she developed no bulging muscles, she felt a surprising new strength coursing through her limbs. Her soft flesh now concealed a wiry resilience.

Wang Jian's progress was more visually apparent. His lean peasant's frame began to fill out, not with bulky mass, but with clearly defined, corded muscles that rippled beneath his skin when he moved. Even through his simple grey robe, his physique hinted at coiled power. He was still handsome, but now with an added edge of dangerous athleticism that made the admiring glances from some of the female disciples linger even longer.

Their nightly meetings were a mixture of shared progress reports, stolen intimacy, and Wang Jian subtly guiding Lingshan's understanding of the sect and its inhabitants. She, in turn, shared the gossip she overheard, the array knowledge she was gaining from Senior Brother Lin Kai, and the basic talisman crafting principles Senior Brother Chen Bo was patiently teaching her.

Wang Jian absorbed it all. Lingshan, unknowingly, became his primary source of information on these specific arts. He'd listen to her explain a complex array principle she'd just learned, ask a few seemingly innocent questions, and then, with his profound soul and past experience, he'd grasp the underlying concepts almost instantly, often offering her an 'insightful observation' that left her marveling at his 'natural genius'.

"Jian, how do you understand these things so quickly?" she'd ask, awed. "Senior Brother Lin Kai took weeks to explain the harmonic resonance of trigrams, and you understood it after I just mentioned it!"

"Perhaps I just have a knack for patterns, Princess," he'd say with a disarming smile. 'Or perhaps I've studied and created arrays that could entrap gods.'

He found the art of talisman making particularly interesting. 'Paper talismans… a way to store and unleash specific spells or effects. Useful for someone with limited Qi reserves. If I'm going out into the wilderness, a few attack or defense talismans could be lifesavers, especially against spiritual beasts or rival cultivators.'

The problem, as always, was resources. Talisman paper wasn't cheap. Cinnabar ink, especially the kind mixed with spiritual beast blood needed for even basic Qi-infused talismans, was even more expensive. He couldn't afford to practice extensively.

'Need a reliable source of income. The Herbal Garden stipend is a pittance. Selling 'found' herbs is inconsistent. There must be other ways within the sect to earn contribution points or spirit stones.'

Time flowed. The initial novelty of sect life wore off for most new disciples, replaced by the grueling reality of daily cultivation and menial tasks.

The first week after their arrival, both Wang Jian and Princess Yue Lingshan, fueled by their new techniques and the slightly richer Spiritual Energy of Mystic Peak, successfully broke through to the Second Stage of Qi Condensation. It was a small achievement, barely noteworthy among the hundreds of outer sect disciples, but for them, it was progress.

The next three weeks were a steady grind. Daily chores in the Herbal Garden for Wang Jian. Array and talisman studies for Lingshan, interspersed with her own cultivation. Nightly body tempering sessions that left their muscles aching but their spirits strangely invigorated. And, of course, their secret, passionate encounters that seemed to grow more intense, more addictive, with each passing night.

By the end of the first month, they both reached the Third Stage of Qi Condensation.

It was at this point that the difference in their innate spiritual root talent began to truly manifest.

Princess Yue Lingshan, with her Superior Grade Dual Wood and Water Spiritual Roots, found her cultivation speed accelerating. The Verdant Water Nourishing Art seemed to sing to her, Qi flowing into her meridians with increasing ease. She absorbed Spiritual Energy like a thirsty plant drinking rain.

Wang Jian, with his 'acceptable' Triple Fire, Water, and Wood Spiritual Roots, found his progress steady but noticeably slower. The Bright Jade Art, while designed for speed, couldn't fully compensate for the inherent disadvantage of triple roots absorbing and refining three different types of elemental Qi. It was like trying to fill three cups with one tap, compared to Lingshan filling two cups with dedicated, high-pressure hoses.

Two more months passed. Lingshan, with a triumphant cry during her morning meditation, felt her Qi surge, her dantian expand. She had broken through to the Fourth Stage of Qi Condensation.

That night, when Wang Jian joined her, she was practically bouncing with excitement. "Jian! I did it! Fourth Stage! Senior Brother Lin Kai said most disciples take at least half a year to reach this, even with dual roots!"

Wang Jian smiled, genuinely pleased for her, though a familiar, pragmatic coolness settled in his own mind. "Excellent, Lingshan. Your talent is undeniable." He was still at the peak of the Third Stage.

'Her Dual Superior Roots are indeed potent in these early stages,' he acknowledged. 'My Triple Average Roots, even with a speed-focused art, are lagging. Predictable. Talent is a harsh mistress in the cultivation world, especially at the start.'

He felt no envy, only a pragmatic assessment of the situation. He knew his true potential lay far beyond these initial stages, beyond the limitations of mere spiritual roots.

It took Wang Jian another full month of diligent, relentless cultivation before he, too, felt the familiar surge, the expansion of his dantian. Fourth Stage Qi Condensation. Finally.

The increase in Qi was palpable. He felt stronger, his senses slightly sharper, the world around him a little clearer. He could now channel enough Qi to attempt some of the basic spells he'd learned by 'observing' Lingshan's practice sessions and the jade slips her admirers had 'gifted' her.

These included the 'Whispering Wind Voice Art', a simple technique for transmitting voice over short distances using spiritual energy – useful for discreet communication. There was also the ubiquitous 'Sparking Ember Spell', the most basic Fire-elemental attack, creating a small, searing projectile. For defense, Lingshan had acquired the 'Jade Water Shield Art', a technique that conjured a shimmering barrier of water Qi. And for movement, the 'Feather-Light Step Technique', which, with sufficient Qi, allowed for short bursts of enhanced speed and agility.

Wang Jian practiced them in the seclusion of his hut, or deep within the Herbal Garden when Deacon Fu was absent. His control, thanks to his powerful soul, was exquisite. He mastered the Qi circulation for each spell almost instantly, though his limited Qi reserves meant he could only cast them a few times before being exhausted.

'The Sparking Ember is weak, barely enough to singe cloth,' he assessed after a test cast that left a small scorch mark on a practice dummy. 'The Jade Water Shield might deflect a couple of blows from a first or second stage Qi Condensation opponent. The Feather-Light Step gives a decent speed boost for a few seconds. Useful, but hardly game-changing.'

Still, it was something. He was no longer just a physically formidable mortal; he was a cultivator, however weak.

Reaching the Fourth Stage also crystallized a decision that had been forming in his mind.

"Lingshan," he said one night, as they lay tangled together after a particularly intense session of 'body cultivation' that had transitioned seamlessly into passionate lovemaking. "This pace… it's too slow."

Yue Lingshan, nestled in his arms, her body still humming with pleasure, looked up at him. "Slow, Jian? But we're advancing faster than many others."

"For them, perhaps," Wang Jian said, his gaze distant. "For us… for what I need to achieve… it's a crawl." He needed power, true power, and he needed it far more quickly than the sect's standard progression would allow. "Staying cooped up in the outer sect, doing menial chores, slowly absorbing ambient Qi… it's inefficient. We need opportunities. We need resources beyond these meager stipends. We need… to go outside."

Princess Yue Lingshan's eyes widened slightly. "Outside the sect? But… Deacon Meng said we are not permitted to leave without authorization, usually for sect missions."

"Precisely," Wang Jian smirked. "Sect missions. There are always missions posted on the Outer Sect Mission Board. Many are dangerous, requiring higher cultivation. But some… some are simple. Gathering common herbs in the foothills. Delivering messages to nearby mortal towns. Things with long time limits, low risk, and even lower rewards."

Lingshan was slowly catching on. "You mean… we take an easy mission, with a long deadline… and use it as an excuse to leave the sect for an extended period?"

"Exactly," Wang Jian confirmed. "It gives us freedom to explore. To visit cultivator towns and markets beyond the sect's immediate influence. To seek out our own opportunities for resources, perhaps even for fortuitous encounters. To enrich our horizons, as you mortals say." He grinned. "And maybe, just maybe, stumble upon something that can accelerate our progress far more effectively than weeding Deacon Fu's herb patch."

Princess Yue Lingshan, who had, over the past few months, shed much of her sheltered royal naivety and embraced the proactive, slightly ruthless mindset Wang Jian was subtly instilling in her, found the idea thrilling. The thought of exploring the wider cultivator world, of seeing bustling cultivator cities she'd only read about in fantastical tales, ignited her curiosity.

"I… I like that idea, Jian," she said, a spark of adventure in her eyes. "It has been… a little stifling here, despite everything."

"Then it's settled," Wang Jian declared. "Tomorrow, we check the Mission Board. We find ourselves a pair of convenient, long-term 'errands' for the sect." He sealed the decision with a deep, promising kiss. The stagnant waters of outer sect life were about to be stirred.