Chapter 227: Wang Li Conquers More Women And Impregnates Them
Wang Li’s next target was Liu Mingxia, the wife of the esteemed leader of the Golden Flame Sect. She had arrived under the guise of delivering important documents to finalize the alliance, but Wang Li knew that her husband had sent her to gauge his intentions. Liu Mingxia was a petite woman with delicate features, but she carried herself with a regal air. She had heard the stories of Wang Li’s conquests, but she was confident in her own strength of will. She would not be seduced.
When Wang Li invited her to dinner that night, she accepted out of courtesy, but she maintained her distance. She had no intention of allowing this man to charm her.
As they dined, Wang Li complimented her intelligence and grace, never once overstepping his boundaries. He asked her about her life in the Golden Flame Sect, and as the conversation progressed, Liu Mingxia found herself lowering her guard. Wang Li had an uncanny ability to make her feel heard, appreciated, and admired in a way her husband rarely did.
At one point during the meal, Wang Li reached across the table to pour her a drink, his hand briefly brushing against hers. Liu Mingxia’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly pulled her hand back, berating herself for the reaction. She reminded herself of the rumors, of the countless women who had fallen under his spell, but despite her best efforts, she couldn’t deny the pull she felt toward him.
After dinner, Wang Li escorted her back to her chambers. As they walked, he spoke softly, his voice like honey. “I’ve greatly enjoyed our time together, Lady Liu. You’re a remarkable woman—intelligent, strong, beautiful. Your husband is a lucky man.”
Liu Mingxia’s heart raced, and she cursed herself for the flush that crept up her cheeks. She knew she should step away, put distance between them, but Wang Li’s presence was intoxicating. When they reached her door, he took her hand, kissing it softly.
“If you ever need anything, you know where to find me,” he said, his voice filled with promise.
Liu Mingxia felt a warmth spread through her at his words, and though she told herself she would never act on these feelings, she couldn’t shake the longing that had settled deep within her.
~~
Perhaps one of the most challenging conquests was Lady Meng, wife of Meng Jian, the leader of the Iron Rock Sect. She was fiercely loyal to her husband, her devotion unshakable. She had come to the Holy Devil Dragon Sect on business, fully aware of Wang Li’s reputation. She had made it clear that she would tolerate no advances, that her loyalty to her husband was unbreakable.
Wang Li found her challenge irresistible.
Lady Meng was a tall, striking woman with fiery red hair and a sharp wit. She was known for her unyielding will and her skill in battle. She prided herself on being untouchable, and she made sure that Wang Li knew it.
“You’ll find no weakness in me, Sect Master,” she said when they met in his chambers. “I am here for business only. Don’t think you can play your games with me.”
Wang Li chuckled softly. “Lady Meng, I wouldn’t dream of it. I respect you far too much to treat you as anything less than an equal.”
Lady Meng scoffed but allowed herself to engage in conversation with him. Wang Li didn’t push her, didn’t attempt to seduce her directly. Instead, he spoke of matters that interested her—battle tactics, cultivation techniques, and the intricacies of sect politics. Lady Meng, though wary, found herself drawn into the conversation, her respect for Wang Li growing despite herself.
As the days passed, Wang Li continued to engage Lady Meng in discussions, never once attempting to cross the line. He was patient, knowing that her guard would eventually lower if he gave her the respect she demanded.
It wasn’t until one night, after a particularly long and engaging discussion, that Lady Meng found herself lingering in Wang Li’s chambers longer than she had intended. They had been discussing battle formations when Wang Li poured her a drink, their hands brushing together as he handed her the cup. The touch sent a jolt through Lady Meng, and she cursed herself for the reaction.
Wang Li noticed her hesitation and smiled gently. “You’ve nothing to fear from me, Lady Meng. I admire your strength and loyalty. You’re an exceptional woman.”
Lady Meng’s defenses wavered as she looked into Wang Li’s eyes. She had never felt this way before—so vulnerable, so drawn to someone who wasn’t her husband. She knew she should leave, but something kept her there.
And then, before she could stop herself, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his. Wang Li responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her as he deepened the kiss. Lady Meng’s mind screamed at her to stop, but her body betrayed her, craving the warmth and passion that Wang Li offered.
That night, Lady Meng gave herself to Wang Li completely, her loyalty to her husband forgotten in the heat of the moment. Wang Li took his time with her, savoring every moment as he explored her body, his touch driving her to the brink of madness. Lady Meng had never felt such pleasure, and by the time the night was over, she was completely under Wang Li’s spell.
~~
As the weeks passed, Wang Li continued his conquests, seducing the wives of powerful leaders one by one. Some resisted at first, others fell quickly, but in the end, they all succumbed to his charm and his touch. Many of these women became pregnant, and though they kept the identities of their children’s true father a secret, they all knew that they carried Wang Li’s blood within them.
Wang Li ensured that these women would raise his children in secret, each one bound to him by the pleasure he had given them and the power he held over them. He knew that this would ensure their loyalty, and in turn, the loyalty of their husbands.
By day, Wang Li ruled his sect with an iron fist, strengthening his alliances and expanding his influence.
Wang Li’s empire grew steadily, not through wars or conquests, but by weaving an intricate web of influence.
The women he seduced became his hidden pawns, each of them keeping his secrets and, in their own ways, influencing their husbands to support his Holy Devil Dragon Sect.
Wang Li played this game masterfully, and each night, new women fell into his bed, each becoming another thread in his growing tapestry of control.
~~
One day, Wang Li sat in his lavish office, reviewing documents that outlined the financial status of his sect. His deputy, Elder Ming Yue, entered, bowing respectfully. She had once been his lover, and though her days of sharing his bed were fewer now, she remained fiercely loyal to him, both as an elder and as one of his trusted advisors.
“Master,” Ming Yue began, her voice soft, “it seems that the Iron Claw Sect and Golden Flame Sect have increased their tribute this month. We’re now receiving thirty percent more resources from them than originally agreed.”
Wang Li smiled, not looking up from the document. “No surprise there,” he said casually. “It’s always easier to convince men to part with their wealth when their wives are so… eager to please.”
Ming Yue smirked knowingly. “You’ve been busy.”
He finally looked up, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You know me well, Elder Ming Yue. But this is all for the benefit of our sect. Influence is the greatest weapon of all. The more they rely on us, the more control we wield.”
“Just be careful,” she warned, though her tone was light. “One day, someone might put the pieces together.”
Wang Li chuckled. “If they do, it will be too late. By then, they’ll be so dependent on us that they won’t be able to sever ties even if they wanted to.”
As she turned to leave, Ming Yue hesitated. “The wife of Lord Wu from the Scarlet Cloud Pavilion will be visiting this evening.”
“Lady Wu?” Wang Li mused aloud. “I’ve heard much about her. Devoted to her husband, they say. I suppose it’s time to test that devotion.”
Ming Yue raised an eyebrow. “She’s no easy mark. They say she’s virtuous and unshakably loyal.”
“All the more satisfying when she inevitably falls,” Wang Li said, smiling to himself. “Prepare the guest chambers for her arrival.”
~~
Lady Wu, the wife of Lord Wu, was a tall, elegant woman with a composed demeanor. Her every move spoke of grace and refinement. Unlike many of the women Wang Li had encountered, there was a deep sense of righteousness in her, almost as if she carried the virtues of her sect like a shield.
When Lady Wu arrived that evening, Wang Li greeted her with his characteristic charm. He guided her through the grand halls of the sect, offering her a tour of the intricate designs and statues that symbolized the might of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect. She remained polite, her responses clipped but respectful.
“You have a remarkable sect, Sect Master Wang,” Lady Wu said, her voice soft yet firm. “It’s clear why so many have aligned with you.”
Wang Li smiled at her, the warmth of his gaze never wavering. “I’ve heard much about you, Lady Wu. They say your wisdom and loyalty are unmatched. Your husband is fortunate to have someone like you by his side.”
Lady Wu smiled demurely but did not indulge in flattery. “I am only doing my duty as his wife.”
Wang Li inclined his head, admiring her poise. “I admire that loyalty. It’s rare to see such devotion these days. So many are swayed by temptation.”
She cast him a sharp glance, sensing something deeper behind his words. “Temptation is the path to ruin, Sect Master Wang. My husband and I have a deep understanding. I could never be swayed.”
“Of course,” Wang Li said smoothly, his smile never fading. “But even the strongest bonds are tested by time, aren’t they? Perhaps that’s what makes loyalty so beautiful—the fact that it endures despite the challenges.”
Lady Wu’s expression hardened. “I don’t know what you’re implying, but I can assure you, my loyalty will never falter.”
Wang Li’s gaze softened. “I meant no offense, Lady Wu. Forgive me if my words were poorly chosen. I merely speak from my own experiences—too often, I’ve seen powerful men and women fall to temptation. But I can see that you are different. You’re stronger than most.”
Her posture relaxed slightly, though she remained guarded. “Thank you for your kind words, Sect Master.”
Wang Li nodded, deciding to shift tactics. He didn’t need to push her immediately. Time would erode her defenses—he would ensure it.
