Harem Developing Villain

Chapter 117: Ye Fan's Deal With Demonic Sect Elder

Ye Fan paced restlessly within the secluded cavern. The gnawing desire for vengeance demanded an outlet, but the circumstances forced him to tread carefully. He couldn't simply waltz into the Jade Lotus Palace and confront Liu Xue and Mao Caiwei. Not unless he courted a swift death.

"The righteous sects," he muttered through gritted teeth, "are like a pack of rabid dogs, baying for my blood. Unless their Sect Leaders or those damned Great Elders intervene, no one poses a real threat. But one misstep, one trap set by an overeager elder..." He trailed off, the image of his relentless pursuit by the Azure Peak Sect flashing through his mind.

His eyes narrowed in determination. A frontal assault wouldn't work. He had to be cunning, subtle. And perhaps, a touch... unorthodox.

A wry grin spread across his face. "It's time to revisit some old acquaintances." He retrieved a communication talisman, its surface pulsating with a faint red glow - the signature of the Demonic sects. His fingers danced across the talisman, etching complex runes in the air before infusing it with his spiritual energy.

"Elder Gong," his voice resonated within the talisman, "meet me in the Western Kingdom, the snow-capped peak region. We have business to discuss."

The message traversed hundreds of miles, cutting through mountains and valleys until it reached the desolate headquarters of the Iron Hammer Sect. Nestled within a volcanic caldera, the sect exuded an air of brutal efficiency, its buildings fashioned from black obsidian and crimson jade.

Within a cavern bathed in the flickering light of lava lamps, Elder Gong, a hulking figure with a shaved head and a thick, iron-grey beard, received Ye Fan's message. His eyes, glinting like molten metal, narrowed in thought.

Ye Fan... that name used to hold more weight. When he was an inner disciple of the Azure Peak Sect, his status and access to valuable information made him a valuable asset to the Iron Hammer Sect. Now, a hunted fugitive? The scales tipped considerably.

However, a flicker of interest played on Elder Gong's lips. There could still be value in Ye Fan, especially considering his current location - the Western Kingdom. Demonic influence in that region was negligible, and expanding their reach would be a boon.

Elder Gong rose, his movements heavy yet surprisingly swift. He barked out a few orders, and within moments, a sleek, black hawk soared skyward, carrying a response talisman etched with the Iron Hammer Sect's insignia.

Two days later, Ye Fan sensed a tremor in the cavern. Stepping out, he saw a hulking figure descend from the sky, landing with a heavy thud. It was Elder Gong, his imposing presence filling the space.

"Ye Fan," Elder Gong rumbled, his voice gravelly like shifting rocks. "Straightforward as ever. What business do you have with the Iron Hammer Sect?"

Ye Fan met his gaze, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Revenge," he spat. "I need your assistance to deal with a couple of... inconvenient individuals within the Jade Lotus Palace."

He outlined his desire to punish Mao Caiwei and Liu Xue, his voice laced with venom. Elder Gong listened patiently as his expression remained unreadable.

Finally, he spoke, his voice devoid of emotion. "Mao Caiwei - that can be arranged. An outer disciple of little consequence. But Liu Xue..." He paused, letting the weight of his words hang in the air.

"She's a core disciple," Elder Gong continued, "and a personal student of the Jade Lotus Palace Mistress. Attacking her would be akin to poking a hornet's nest. The Iron Hammer Sect wouldn't survive the retaliation."

Disappointment flickered across Ye Fan's face, but it was quickly replaced by a cunning glint. "I understand the limitations, Elder Gong. I wouldn't be so foolish as to ask for the impossible. Let's focus on Mao Caiwei for now. However, I would appreciate your assurance that the Iron Hammer Sect would be willing to lend a hand when the opportunity arises to deal with Liu Xue.

Perhaps with some careful planning and a more strategic approach in the future..."

Elder Gong nodded, his agreement swift. "Very well," he rumbled. "We can handle Mao Caiwei. But in return for our assistance in your 'revenge,' we require your help in establishing a foothold for the Iron Hammer Sect within the vast Western Kingdom. You have a connection with King Haoran, do you not? We believe you can leverage that connection to our advantage.

We don't require blatant displays of demonic influence, of course. A subtle infiltration would be ideal."

A grimace flickered across Ye Fan's face, the bitter taste of compromise settling on his tongue. Yet, his thirst for vengeance against Liu Xue burned far too brightly for him to refuse. He gritted his teeth and nodded curtly. "Very well, Elder Gong. I accept your terms."

A satisfied smirk played upon Elder Gong's features. "Excellent," he rumbled. "Now, let us discuss the specifics of your 'revenge' and the Iron Hammer Sect's... investment in the Western Kingdom."

He leaned forward, his massive shadow engulfing Ye Fan for a moment. "Mao Caiwei's elimination can be handled with relative ease. We'll dispatch a discreet team of assassins who specialize in swift and silent operations. Consider it done."

Ye Fan offered a curt nod of thanks. It was a small consolation prize, but eliminating Mao Caiwei would offer a sliver of satisfaction. However, his true quarry remained beyond reach for now.

Elder Gong's voice deepened as he shifted his focus. "Now, for the Western Kingdom. Our influence there is... nonexistent. But with your knowledge and your connection to King Haoran, we can remedy that situation."

He leaned back, his gaze fixed upon the cavern walls. "Our goal isn't overt domination," he clarified. "We seek a subtle infiltration, a web of influence that spreads from the top down."

Ye Fan raised an eyebrow. "From the top down?"

Elder Gong chuckled, a sound like boulders tumbling down a mountainside. "Precisely. We shall start with the Royal Family and the high officials. Cultivators are few and far between in this mortal kingdom, making them ripe for manipulation."

A flicker of comprehension dawned on Ye Fan's face. "You mean..."

"Puppetry," Elder Gong confirmed, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "One of the Iron Hammer Sect's most prized techniques. We can cultivate mortal puppets, imbuing them with a sliver of our demonic energy. These puppets, indistinguishable from living humans, can then be placed in positions of power - within the Royal Court, the military, the administration."

"By subtly manipulating these puppets," Elder Gong continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "we can exert control over the entire kingdom without raising suspicion. We'll control the flow of resources, sway public opinion, and effectively own the Western Kingdom, all from the shadows."

Ye Fan felt a chill crawl down his spine. The Iron Hammer Sect's methods were brutal and effective. But why target a mere mortal kingdom?

Sensing his unspoken question, Elder Gong offered a predatory grin. "You underestimate the value of mortals, Ye Fan. Their bodies, once refined through our techniques, become exceptional vessels. They are perfect for housing powerful demonic spirits, turning them into formidable warriors or formidable cultivators."

"Furthermore," he continued, his voice laced with a hint of pride, "the Western Kingdom harbors a secret vein of obsidian, a rare and potent material crucial for crafting demonic artifacts. With control of the kingdom, we can secure a steady supply of this vital resource."

The revelation hit Ye Fan like a bolt of lightning. The Iron Hammer Sect wasn't just after power; they were after resources, after the potential to bolster their own strength. A shiver ran down his spine, a realization dawning upon him.

He had become a pawn in a larger demonic game, yet he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction.

"Very well, Elder Gong," he declared, his voice firm. "I will assist you in infiltrating the Western Kingdom. You'll have your puppets, and I'll have my vengeance. However, let us be clear - our arrangement begins only after we deal with Mao Caiwei. Until then, consider this a preliminary discussion."

Elder Gong chuckled once more, the booming sound echoing through the cavern. "A fair deal, Ye Fan. Now, let's discuss the finer details of this deal."

As the final rays of sunlight bled through the cavern entrance, casting long shadows across the cavern floor, Ye Fan and Elder Gong finally concluded their intricate negotiations.

As the final details of their plan were ironed out, a lingering question gnawed at Ye Fan. He cleared his throat, disrupting the flow of Elder Gong's booming pronouncements. "Elder Gong," he began, his voice laced with a hint of nonchalance that failed to mask the underlying curiosity, "what news do you have of the Wang Family?"

Elder Gong paused, his brow furrowing momentarily. "The Wang Family?" he echoed, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Ah, those who were once on the precipice of ruin, courtesy of your... exploits." A faint, sardonic smile played on his lips.

"Their situation has improved considerably," he continued. "Their influence is steadily returning, slowly regaining the stature they held before their downfall."