Chapter 225: Many More Factions Support Wang Li
The fighting was brutal, with both sides taking heavy losses. The Lin Family’s illusions and powerful elemental attacks were countered by the Holy Devil Dragon Sect’s relentless offensive techniques. While the Lin Family attempted to whittle down their opponents through attrition, the disciples of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect pushed forward with a single-minded determination, refusing to back down despite the odds.
As the battle wore on, the sheer ferocity of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect’s disciples began to turn the tide. They had been trained not just in raw power but in how to adapt to the flow of battle, exploiting even the smallest openings to gain an advantage. Slowly but surely, they began to push the Lin Family’s forces back, breaking through their illusions and forcing them into a full retreat.
Despite these victories, Wang Li knew that the skirmishes were only the beginning. While his lower-ranked disciples had acquitted themselves well in these early confrontations, the true power of the Lin Family and their allies had yet to be unleashed. The higher-ranked members of both sides continued to observe from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to enter the fray. For now, the battles were being fought by proxies—lesser members of each faction who were testing each other’s strength.
As the days passed, the skirmishes became more frequent. Along every border and trade route where the Lin Family and the Holy Devil Dragon Sect had influence, their disciples clashed. Often, the Lin Family’s allies—the Qin Imperial Family, the Azure Dragon Pavilion, and the Tang Family of Sichuan—would send their own lower-ranked members to assist in the fights, adding to the chaos and increasing the scale of the conflict.
These battles were not without casualties. Disciples from both sides fell in combat, their bodies littering the battlefields as a grim reminder of the cost of this brewing war. Though the leaders on both sides refrained from joining the battles directly, they could not ignore the toll that these skirmishes were taking. Every disciple lost was a blow to their sect’s strength and morale.
In response to these escalating battles, both sides began fortifying their positions. The Holy Devil Dragon Sect’s outposts were reinforced with additional disciples and defensive wards, while the Lin Family and their allies did the same in their respective territories. Neither side wanted to be caught off guard in the event that the conflict escalated into a full-blown war.
Wang Li, ever the strategist, carefully monitored the progress of these battles. He knew that while the lower-ranked disciples were testing each other’s strength, the true battle would be fought at a higher level—between the elite members of the sects and families who controlled the fate of their respective factions. For now, he was content to let his disciples continue their skirmishes, but he knew that the time would soon come when he would have to take a more direct role in the conflict.
As these smaller battles continued, Wang Li received a report that disturbed him. A particularly heated skirmish had taken place near a branch of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect, where several of his disciples had been killed or captured by Lin Family forces. It was clear that the Lin Family and their allies were growing bolder, pushing further into Holy Devil Dragon Sect territory in an attempt to destabilize his rule.
After a morning spent in his usual indulgences—beginning with an intense session of lovemaking with his sexy cousin Wang Xiangyi, followed by a heated encounter with his wife Xia Qingwu, and finishing with a passionate tryst with his mother-in-law Xia Bingling—Wang Li finally turned his attention to the matters at hand.
As much as he relished the pleasures of the flesh, Wang Li knew that the situation with the Lin Family could not be ignored. He convened his trusted lieutenants and strategists, reviewing the reports of the recent skirmishes and the escalating attacks on their outposts.
The news was troubling. The Qin Imperial Family, the Azure Dragon Pavilion, and the Tang Family of Sichuan had begun targeting the Holy Devil Dragon Sect more aggressively. Their forces were not just attacking outposts but also striking at key trade routes and abducting sect members. The situation was rapidly deteriorating, and Wang Li knew that he could not continue on the same path if he wanted to maintain control.
He stroked his chin thoughtfully as he surveyed the reports. It was clear that contending against three powerful factions, along with the Lin Family, was not something his sect could sustain for long. Though the Holy Devil Dragon Sect was formidable, it was not invincible.
“It seems we must change our approach,” Wang Li said to his gathered advisors. “We cannot allow ourselves to be worn down by these constant skirmishes. We must relieve the pressure on the Lin Family and refocus our efforts.”
His lieutenants nodded in agreement, understanding the gravity of the situation. Wang Li began issuing new orders, instructing his sect to pull back from some of the more contested areas while fortifying their key strongholds. He also sent out envoys to seek new alliances, hoping to bolster the Holy Devil Dragon Sect’s position in the face of mounting opposition.
As Wang Li prepared to enact his new strategy, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. The battle for dominance was far from over, and he was determined to emerge victorious—no matter the cost.
The air in Wang Li’s private chamber was heavy with the scent of incense and power. He sat in his opulent seat, his robes flowing around him as his gaze drifted over the reports before him. The news of the growing support from factions opposed to the Lin Family had brought a glimmer of satisfaction to his usually steely countenance. What had once been a war of attrition now seemed to be stabilizing, and Wang Li knew that this shift in momentum could only work in his favor.
One of his trusted advisors, Hei Ying, entered the chamber, bowing deeply. “Sect Master, we’ve received word from the leaders of several factions who wish to form alliances with us. It appears that the Lin Family’s enemies see an opportunity to strike and are now eager to join forces with the Holy Devil Dragon Sect.”
Wang Li smiled slowly, his eyes gleaming with ambition. “Tell me more,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “Who are these factions, and how soon can I meet with their leaders?”
Hei Ying straightened and unfurled a scroll. “The primary factions that have expressed interest are the Jade Fire Sect, the Black Moon Clan, and the Blue Lotus Pavilion. Their leaders are en route as we speak, eager to discuss terms and formalize their support for our cause.”
Wang Li’s smile deepened. He knew that forming alliances with these factions would only strengthen his position and further isolate the Lin Family. The Holy Devil Dragon Sect had faced intense pressure from Lin Zhenguan’s allies, but now, with the help of new factions, they could push back and reclaim the advantage. And of course, Wang Li had his own way of ensuring that these alliances would be solidified beyond mere political agreements.
A few days later, the first of the faction leaders arrived at Wang Li’s grand estate. The leader of the Jade Fire Sect, Wu Liang, was a seasoned warrior, his reputation one of fearsome strength and unyielding discipline. His wife, Li Yue, was said to be one of the most beautiful women in the sect, with curves that had inspired countless poems and songs among their people.
The negotiations were cordial, but tense. Wu Liang, a man of few words, laid out the terms he was willing to offer. “The Jade Fire Sect will lend its strength to your cause, Sect Master Wang Li. We have no love for the Lin Family, and aligning ourselves with your sect could bring us considerable advantage. In return, we ask for territory in the Eastern Wilds once the Lin Family has been defeated.”
Wang Li considered this for a moment, then nodded. “Your terms are acceptable. Together, we shall make sure that the Lin Family falls and that the Jade Fire Sect receives its just reward.”
As the talks drew to a close, Wang Li’s eyes lingered on Li Yue, Wu Liang’s wife. She stood by her husband’s side, regal and composed, her long black hair cascading down her back in waves. Her figure was voluptuous, her curves accentuated by the tight-fitting silk robes she wore. She was a picture of grace and dignity, though Wang Li could sense the fire beneath her calm exterior.
Later that evening, Wang Li arranged for a private meeting with Li Yue under the pretext of discussing matters related to the sect. He invited her to his private chambers, offering her tea and engaging in polite conversation. But beneath the surface, his intentions were far from innocent.
Li Yue, though suspicious, could not refuse the invitation. She had heard rumors about Wang Li’s charm and his infamous exploits with women, but she had no intention of letting herself be swayed. She was loyal to her husband, and she made that clear from the outset.
