Chapter 240: Working To Conquer Three Matriarchs
Wang Li stood atop a grand balcony overlooking the vast expanse of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect’s mountainous territory. The air was crisp, the scent of pine and spiritual energy mingling in the breeze. Despite the serenity of the environment, Wang Li’s mind was far from peaceful. He had set his eyes on three powerful matriarchs—Qin Xiulan, Mei Yulan, and Zhao Lanying—who remained some of his greatest obstacles.
Each woman was part of the Devil Sects, which made them natural enemies of Wang Li and his Holy Devil Dragon Sect. But this wasn’t simply about conquering enemies. Wang Li wanted more than their submission in battle—he sought to conquer them as individuals, bending their wills and desires to serve him.
His conquest of Elder Baiyun and Zhen Qiuyue had already proven that with patience and cunning, any woman, no matter how loyal or powerful, could be made his.
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Qin Xiulan was known for her beauty, but also for her ruthlessness. She stood tall, her body curvaceous and full, with long black hair flowing down her back like a waterfall of midnight. She wore a flowing crimson robe, adorned with intricate patterns of black thread, symbolizing her sect’s mastery of blood magic. The robe itself was cut dangerously low, revealing the full swell of her generous breasts, while the slit on the side exposed her long, shapely legs. Her robes clung to her every curve, an elegant yet provocative display of power and allure.
Wang Li’s first attempt to approach Qin Xiulan had been through diplomatic channels—an offer to broker peace between their sects. She had refused, of course, seeing him as nothing more than an obstacle to her own rise in power. But Wang Li had not been discouraged.
He had laid the groundwork slowly, using Zhen Qiuyue to plant seeds of doubt within the Twilight Blood Sect. False rumors about Lin Yun’s plans to betray her had spread like wildfire, and Qin Xiulan had become more isolated, more paranoid. Her trust in Lin Yun, one of her closest allies, began to falter. And just as she started to waver, Wang Li made his move.
They met in a remote mountain range, under the pretense of a temporary ceasefire. Qin Xiulan had come alone, her crimson robes billowing in the wind, her eyes sharp as daggers as she stared him down.
“I don’t trust you, Wang Li,” she said, her voice cold, yet carrying a hint of curiosity. “You’ve been an enemy to the Devil Sects for as long as I can remember. What makes you think I’ll ever bend to your will?”
Wang Li smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I don’t need you to bend to my will, Qin Xiulan. I need you to see the truth—that Lin Yun will betray you the moment you’ve outlived your usefulness.”
Her eyes flashed with anger, but she didn’t strike. Instead, she narrowed her gaze. “And what truth is that?”
Wang Li stepped closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “The truth is that Lin Yun has already been in contact with other sects, promising them power in exchange for your head. He sees you as a threat, a rival. But I can offer you something he never will—protection, real power. Together, we can reshape this realm.”
Qin Xiulan scoffed. “Do you think I’m that easily manipulated?”
Wang Li’s grin widened. “No, Matriarch. I think you’re far too intelligent for that. Which is why you’ll come to your own conclusions in time. When you realize what Lin Yun truly thinks of you, I’ll be waiting.”
Qin Xiulan left that night, her mind clouded with suspicion. The path to conquering her had begun, but it would take more than mere words to break a woman as strong-willed as her.
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Mei Yulan, unlike Qin Xiulan, was known more for her cunning than her brute force. She was a master of poison arts, and her sect was infamous for its use of deadly toxins in battle. Mei Yulan’s beauty was intoxicating; she had pale skin that contrasted sharply with the deep green robes she wore, which were embroidered with serpentine designs in gold. The robe hugged her curvy form tightly, accentuating her voluptuous figure, her ample chest straining against the fabric, while the high collar added an air of regal authority.
Wang Li knew that direct confrontation wouldn’t work with Mei Yulan. She was too smart, too cautious. He needed to play the long game with her—slowly gaining her trust, while subtly undermining her loyalty to Lin Yun.
His first move had been to offer her a rare and potent herb that grew only in the sacred mountains of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect. The herb, known as the Azure Serpent’s Breath, was highly sought after for its poison-neutralizing properties. It was something Mei Yulan had coveted for years, and when Wang Li presented it to her as a gift, she couldn’t refuse.
They met in a hidden valley, far from prying eyes, where the herb had been cultivated for centuries. Mei Yulan had arrived with her guards, but Wang Li had come alone, confident that his charm and cunning would be enough.
“You’re bold, Wang Li,” Mei Yulan said as they stood before the herb. “Offering me something this valuable, knowing full well that I could take it and leave without a second thought.”
Wang Li chuckled. “You could try, but you know as well as I do that the Venom Serpent Sect could benefit far more from an alliance than from theft. The Azure Serpent’s Breath is only the beginning.”
Mei Yulan’s green eyes gleamed with interest, though her expression remained guarded. “And what exactly do you propose, Patriarch Wang?”
“I propose a partnership,” Wang Li said smoothly. “One that will elevate both of our sects. Lin Yun is powerful, yes, but he’s reckless. I offer stability, resources, and protection—things Lin Yun can’t guarantee.”
Mei Yulan’s lips curled into a small smile. “You’re quite persuasive. But I’m not so easily swayed.”
Wang Li didn’t press the issue further, knowing that with someone like Mei Yulan, patience was key. She would return, just as Qin Xiulan had, and when she did, he would be ready.
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Zhao Lanying was the most physically powerful of the three, and her beauty matched her strength. Her robes were a deep silver, adorned with armor-like plates that accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her breasts were large, her waist slender, and her hips wide, all hidden beneath the elegant yet formidable robes of her sect. Her sect was known for its mastery of defensive techniques, and Zhao Lanying herself wielded the Iron Blossom Shield, a treasure capable of withstanding even the fiercest attacks from Void Ascension Realm experts.
Wang Li knew that to conquer Zhao Lanying, he would have to defeat her, not just in battle, but in spirit.
Their first confrontation had been brief but intense. She had led an attack on one of Wang Li’s outposts, seeking to claim it in Lin Yun’s name. But Wang Li had anticipated the move and met her on the battlefield himself.
The clash between them had been fierce. Wang Li’s sword, Heaven’s Edge, clashed against the Iron Blossom Shield, sending sparks flying with each strike. Zhao Lanying was as skilled as she was beautiful, her movements graceful yet deadly as she parried his attacks and countered with precise strikes of her own.
“You’re strong, Zhao Lanying,” Wang Li said, his voice strained as their weapons locked once more. “But strength alone won’t be enough to save you.”
Zhao Lanying’s eyes blazed with fury. “You think I need saving? You’re a fool, Wang Li.”
With a powerful shove, she pushed him back, her shield glowing with a radiant energy that repelled his next attack. But Wang Li was undeterred. He knew that the more she fought, the more respect she would gain for him, and in time, that respect would turn into something else—something he could use to break her defenses.
“You’ll see,” Wang Li murmured, as their battle raged on. “You’ll see that I’m the only one who can truly protect you.”
As the days passed, Wang Li continued his slow but steady conquest of the three matriarchs. He used Zhen Qiuyue to feed him information about their movements, their plans, and their weaknesses. And each time they crossed paths, he chipped away at their loyalty to Lin Yun, planting seeds of doubt, fear, and eventually, desire.
Wang Li’s tactics were subtle, but effective. He knew that to truly conquer these women, he needed to be patient. He needed to wait for the perfect moment, when their walls were down, and their vulnerabilities exposed. And when that moment came, he would strike—not with a sword, but with his charm, his cunning, and his irresistible allure.
Each of these women, with their voluptuous bodies and seductive clothing, would soon belong to him, just as Elder Baiyun and Zhen Qiuyue already did. And with them at his side, the Devil Sects would fall, one by one, until Wang Li stood as the undisputed ruler of all.
