Chapter 237: Benefits Of Conquering Elder Baiyun
In the following days, Wang Li found himself at the center of a web of intrigue, each thread of it intricately tied to Elder Baiyun. Her betrayal had, ironically, provided him with the perfect tool to manipulate Lin Yun’s plans. As he sat in his chamber, leaning back on his throne-like chair, Wang Li couldn’t help but smirk as he held the communication talisman that connected Elder Baiyun to Lin Yun. The power was now entirely in his hands.
Elder Baiyun, who stood beside him, wore her sect robes, but the fabric hugged her voluptuous figure tightly. Her curvy hips and full breasts stretched the material, making it hard for anyone not to notice. Her deep cleavage was exposed just enough, a sight that made Wang Li’s mind wander as he watched her.
The robes, embroidered with silver and black threads, were meant to represent her status as an elder, but the way they accentuated her body seemed to symbolize something else entirely—her newfound submission to him. Every glance she gave, every obedient gesture, was a reminder of the night when he had claimed her.
“Patriarch,” Elder Baiyun spoke softly, her voice delicate but controlled, “I’ve received another message from Lin Yun. He’s asking about the next trade shipment leaving our southern branches.”
Wang Li raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Is that so?” He leaned forward, his eyes glowing slightly as he activated his Heavenly Fate Pupils to assess her honesty. As expected, there was no deception in her words. She had learned her place, and her obedience pleased him.
“Let him know,” Wang Li said thoughtfully, “that the shipment will leave in three days. But tell him it will be lightly guarded. I’ll arrange for the shipment to take a different route, and Lin Yun will send his men to attack an empty convoy.”
Elder Baiyun nodded, her face a mixture of relief and dread. She knew the games Wang Li was playing were dangerous, and though she was caught in the middle, there was no escape for her now. She picked up the communication talisman and began transmitting the false information to Lin Yun, her hand trembling slightly.
Wang Li watched her carefully, his smirk growing as he thought about the larger picture. Lin Yun had been a thorn in his side for far too long, especially now that the Devil Sects were rallying behind him. But Wang Li had something Lin Yun didn’t—complete control over his faction through the affairs he had cultivated with powerful women.
The Holy Devil Dragon Sect was tightly bound to him, not just through political alliances but through personal ones as well. He had bedded many of the sect’s elders, including the wives of powerful leaders from neighboring sects. This gave him influence far beyond the walls of his own sect. The sheer number of women he had conquered ensured that they were all loyal to him, for he wielded not only political power but the very essence of their desires and secrets.
After Elder Baiyun finished transmitting the message, Wang Li stood and walked over to her, his hand trailing down her back as he spoke. “Good work, Baiyun. It seems you’ve learned to serve me well.”
She shuddered under his touch, her voluptuous body responding almost instinctively. “Yes, Patriarch,” she whispered, her voice trembling. She knew what was coming next.
Wang Li moved closer, his hands slipping around her waist. “Remove your robes,” he ordered casually, his breath hot against her ear.
Elder Baiyun hesitated only for a moment before obeying. She slowly untied the sash at her waist and allowed the fabric to slip from her shoulders. The robes pooled around her feet, revealing her naked body beneath. Her full breasts swayed slightly as she shifted, and her curvy hips stood out in the flickering light of the chamber.
Wang Li admired her figure for a moment, his hands roaming over her soft skin. “You belong to me now,” he whispered, his voice low and possessive, “and I will take you whenever I please.”
Without further hesitation, he pushed her onto the nearby bed, his hands gripping her hips as he claimed her once again. Elder Baiyun moaned softly, her body trembling under his weight. Her voluptuous form pressed against the sheets as Wang Li moved with deliberate force, each thrust a reminder of his dominance over her.
The chamber echoed with the sounds of their coupling, but Wang Li’s mind was already focused on the larger conflict at hand. Lin Yun’s alliance with the Devil Sects was a growing threat, and Wang Li knew that the only way to deal with it was through strategy—and, of course, conquest.
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The clash between Wang Li’s forces and Lin Yun’s faction came swiftly in the days that followed. Armed with the false information provided by Elder Baiyun, Lin Yun sent several of his Devil Sect allies to attack the supposedly vulnerable trade convoy. However, they were met with nothing but empty wagons and a deadly ambush orchestrated by Wang Li’s most loyal warriors.
The battle was fierce, with the Devil Sect forces taken by surprise. Wang Li himself stood atop a hill, watching the chaos unfold below him with a satisfied smile. His warriors, strengthened by the various treasures and resources he had accumulated through his political alliances and conquests, fought with unparalleled ferocity. They were fighting not just for power, but for the honor of their Patriarch—many of them had their own personal reasons to remain loyal, having seen their sects and families strengthened through Wang Li’s influence.
Meanwhile, Lin Yun’s forces fought with the desperation of men who had been betrayed. Among the Devil Sect warriors were several beautiful women—cultivators with curvy bodies and dangerous powers. They fought with a deadly grace, their movements fluid and mesmerizing. Wang Li’s eyes were drawn to one in particular, a voluptuous beauty with dark hair and a fierce expression.
“Who is she?” Wang Li mused aloud, his interest piqued.
One of his aides stepped forward, bowing slightly. “That, Patriarch, is Zhen Qiuyue. She is one of Lin Yun’s most trusted Devil Sect commanders, known for her power and beauty.”
Wang Li’s gaze lingered on Zhen Qiuyue as she fought. Her large breasts strained against the tight fabric of her battle attire, and her curvy figure moved with an elegance that was hard to ignore. A slow grin spread across his face as he watched her dispatch one of his warriors with a swift, precise strike.
“Interesting,” he murmured, his mind already spinning with plans. Zhen Qiuyue was exactly the kind of woman he enjoyed conquering—powerful, beautiful, and dangerous. He had made it a habit of claiming the most alluring women from his enemies, and she would be no different.
“Prepare to send a message to Qiuyue,” Wang Li instructed his aide, “I want to meet her personally. Offer her a chance to switch sides.”
His aide hesitated for a moment. “Patriarch, she is deeply loyal to Lin Yun. It may be difficult to—”
Wang Li waved his hand dismissively. “Everyone has their price. She’ll come around. If not willingly, then I’ll take her by force.”
As the battle continued to rage below, Wang Li’s focus shifted. He knew that this was only the beginning. Lin Yun’s alliance with the Devil Sects was formidable, but Wang Li had his own strength—a strength built not just on martial power, but on the influence and control he had over the women in his life.
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That night, after the battle, Wang Li returned to his chambers, where Elder Baiyun was waiting for him. She had dressed herself in a new set of robes, equally as revealing as the last. The fabric clung to her body in all the right places, accentuating her full breasts and curvy hips. The deep neckline of her robes exposed a generous portion of her cleavage, and the slit in the fabric revealed her long, toned legs.
“Patriarch,” she greeted him softly, bowing low, her breasts pressing together as she did so.
Wang Li chuckled softly, his eyes roaming over her body. “You’re learning well, Baiyun. Keep this up, and you might just become my favorite.”
She blushed at his words, her eyes lowering in submission. “I live to serve you, Patriarch.”
“Good,” Wang Li said as he moved toward her, his hands already reaching for the sash of her robes. “Because I’ll be needing you again tonight.”
Without hesitation, Elder Baiyun allowed him to strip her once more. As her robes fell to the floor, she stood naked before him, her voluptuous body on full display. Wang Li wasted no time in taking her again, this time on the floor of his chamber, her cries of pleasure filling the air as he claimed her with an almost primal intensity.
As he moved inside her, his mind wandered to the future. Lin Yun would fall, that much was certain. And along the way, Wang Li would claim every beauty in the Devil Sect he encountered, each one bending to his will as easily as Elder Baiyun had.
With each conquest, Wang Li’s power would grow, until he stood unchallenged at the top of the cultivation world, his harem of voluptuous beauties ensuring his dominion over all.
And Lin Yun? He would be nothing but a memory.
