Harem Developing Villain

Chapter 72: Ye Fan's Mission To The Stone Mountain Sect

Xia Bingling descended from the hilltop, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. "Well done, both of you," she acknowledged, her voice tinged with a touch of unexpected pride. "You played your roles perfectly – Qingwu, with your initial assault, and you, Wang Li, with your decisive intervention."

Wang Li bowed playfully. "Always happy to help, Matriarch," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Qingwu couldn't help but puff out her chest a little upon hearing her mother's words.

Qingwu then spoke, "This battle has shown me that I still have much to learn. While my flames may be flashy, they clearly lack the necessary strength to penetrate a well-armored opponent. But still I think I did quite well. My initial barrage of attacks was instrumental in grabbing the demon's attack so that Li could launch that powerful sneak attack. "

Xia Bingling chuckled, a warm smile gracing her lips. "Indeed you were, Qingwu. Consider it a valuable lesson in teamwork, darling. Sometimes, victory lies in a well-coordinated dance, not just individual strength."

The tension eased, replaced by a comfortable camaraderie between the three.

They watched as the remaining Xia Family forces secured the Shadow Fang Clan stronghold. Several high-ranking members, including the treasurer whose greed was legendary, were captured and bound.

"What now?" Liu Xue asked, her voice breaking the silence. "Do we eradicate the entire clan?"

Xia Bingling shook her head. "No. We need to be strategic. Public executions will be messy and potentially spark resentment from demon sympathizers. Instead, we'll offer them a choice – exile or servitude."

Wang Li raised an eyebrow. "Servitude? How do you propose we make demons serve the Xia Family?"

A sly smile played on Xia Bingling's lips. "We utilize their skills, of course. The Shadow Fang Clan is known for their expertise in crafting powerful poisons and shadow-forged weapons. These skills could be invaluable if properly harnessed."

"A brilliant idea, Mother," Qingwu chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Their knowledge would enhance our arsenal and weaken their position at the same time."

Liu Xue pondered this for a moment. "While I see the tactical advantage, forcing servitude onto any being is a delicate matter. The Jade Lotus Palace might not approve of you making use of these individuals to craft poisons or develop the shadow-forged weapons."

Xia Bingling understood her concerns. "Of course," she said, her voice conciliatory. "We can offer them a choice within servitude. They can choose to work in non-combat roles, such as mining or construction, or they can utilize their skills in crafting under the watchful eyes of our alchemists and blacksmiths. Ultimately, the choice is theirs."

As they discussed the finer details, it became clear that the aftermath of the battle would be just as crucial as the battle itself. The Xia Family had successfully eradicated a dangerous demonic organization, but now they had to contend with the spoils of war and the ever-shifting political landscape.

The discussion was interrupted by the arrival of the Xia Family commanders, their expressions a mix of awe and curiosity.

"Matriarch," one of them began, his voice low with reverence, "who was the masked figure? His power was… incredible."

Xia Bingling offered a cryptic smile. "Let's just say," she said, her voice laced with a hint of mystery, "that the Xia Family has a few hidden surprises up its sleeve."

The commanders exchanged glances, satisfied with the enigmatic response. It was clear the Matriarch wished to keep the masked figure's identity a secret, and they were wise enough not to pry.

Later that day, back at the Xia Family estate, preparations were underway to celebrate their resounding victory.

News of the raid had reached the nearby towns and villages.

Word of the "Eagle Masked Expert" spread like wildfire, further solidifying the Xia Family's image as protectors.

Merchants, long burdened by the Shadow Fang Clan's extortion, rejoiced at their demise.

The public mood was one of relief and gratitude, paving the way for a new era of prosperity for the Xia Family.

While the Xia Family basked in the glow of their newfound fame, Wang Li and Qingwu found themselves alone in a secluded garden. The weight of their secret pact pressed down on them, laced with a thrill that ran far deeper than the euphoria of victory.

"That was… unexpected," Qingwu admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Seeing you emerge from the shadows like that, with such power…"

Wang Li took her hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers. "I needed to protect you," he said, his voice sincere. "I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to you."

Qingwu leaned into his touch, a warmth radiating through her chest. "I know," she whispered, her eyes locked with his. "But part of me yearns to stand beside you, Li, not behind you."

Wang Li chuckled softly. "And you will, Qingwu. One day, when the time is right, we'll face any challenge together openly."

Qingwu smiled faintly, a spark of hope igniting in her eyes. "I trust you," she said, her voice barely audible.

Their moment of intimacy was interrupted by the distant sound of laughter and celebration. The victory feast awaited, and the Xia Family reveled in their triumph.

While the Xia Family basked in the afterglow of their victory, thousands of miles away, a very different scene unfolded.

Ye Fan, the hateful enemy of Wang Li, was currently on a mission for the Azure Peak Sect. However, Ye Fan's interpretation of "mission" differed greatly from the intended purpose.

Officially, Ye Fan was tasked with scouting a suspected demonic presence near the newly established Stone Mountain Sect. This sect, while not as prestigious as the Azure Peak Sect, boasted a respectable reputation and a growing number of talented disciples.

The Azure Peak Sect, ever vigilant against demonic threats, decided to collaborate with the Stone Mountain Sect to investigate the rumors. Additionally, their mission included identifying promising disciples from the Stone Mountain Sect to bolster the Azure Peak Sect's forces in an upcoming offensive against the White Bone Sect to foil that grand altar ceremony.

However, for Ye Fan, this mission was a twisted opportunity. The whispers surrounding the Stone Mountain Sect were true – it was a haven for talented cultivators, particularly female cultivators known for their exceptional beauty.

Legends swirled about the mystical properties of the region, said to enhance a woman's natural beauty permanently. This, more than any demonic presence, was what truly piqued Ye Fan's interest.

Armed with his status as a disciple of the Azure Peak Sect, a highly respected organization, Ye Fan arrived at the Stone Mountain Sect with a smug air of superiority. He swaggered into the main hall, demanding an audience with the Sect Leader.

"Greetings, esteemed Elder," Ye Fan said, bowing perfunctorily. "I am Ye Fan, disciple of the Azure Peak Sect. I have arrived on an official mission."

The Elder, a wizened old man with a long, white beard, eyed Ye Fan with skepticism. "A mission, you say? The Azure Peak Sect did not send word of any envoy."

Ye Fan scoffed. "A miscommunication, surely, Elder. However, rest assured, my presence here is vital. The Azure Peak Sect has heard from reliable sources that there is a sinister demonic presence near your sect. The sect has sent me here to offer assistance in dealing with this demonic presence."

The Elder wasn't born yesterday. He knew the Azure Peak Sect wouldn't send a lone disciple to face a confirmed demonic presence. It was far more likely they were sending Ye Fan to investigate the rumors, not eradicate a demonic threat. However, diplomacy dictated he couldn't expose Ye Fan's charade outright.

"Very well," the Elder conceded with a sigh. "I shall inform Sect Leader Huang of your arrival. Please, wait here."

Ye Fan settled himself impatiently, his gaze darting around the hall.

His eyes lit up as a group of female disciples entered, vibrant robes and bright smiles a stark contrast to his own dark mood.

Among them were three women who particularly caught his eye.

Shi Feiyan, with her cascading black hair and piercing emerald eyes, exuded an aura of elegance.

Zeng Liuli, with her playful smile and mischievous glint in her eyes, radiated a youthful charm.

And lastly, Mao Caiwei, with her flowing white robes and serene demeanor, possessed a beauty that seemed otherworldly.

Ye Fan decided to introduce himself to each group separately.

He puffed out his chest, boasting about being an inner disciple of the Azure Peak Sect and his fabricated mission to eradicate a demonic presence.

Shi Feiyan, a woman of few words, barely gave him a glance. His interaction with her group – a mix of boys and girls – was mostly one-sided.

Ye Fa, who is used to having fawning admirers, found this unsettling.

His next target was Zeng Liuli's group. Here, he found a more enthusiastic audience.

Zeng Liuli, brimming with curiosity, bombarded him with questions about the Azure Peak Sect – cultivation techniques, average disciple strength, anything she could glean.

Ye Fan, for once, enjoyed the attention.

Finally, he approached Mao Caiwei's group.

With practiced charm, he launched into his spiel. However, Mao Caiwei, unlike the others, wasn't easily swayed.

She directly challenged him, demanding proof of this supposed demonic presence.

Her barrage of questions left Ye Fan tongue-tied, his fabricated story unraveling under her scrutiny. The group, sensing his fluster, burst into laughter, leaving Ye Fan red-faced and humiliated.

News of Ye Fan's humiliating encounter spread like wildfire throughout the Stone Mountain Sect. Disciples mocked his arrogance, calling him "The Idiotic Demon Hunter ".

His inflated ego, which had been so carefully cultivated, now lay in tatters.

Furious and humiliated, Ye Fan retreated to his assigned quarters. He slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the silent halls. His fists clenched, resentment burning in his eyes. "Damn them all," he muttered through gritted teeth.