Manipulative Harem God



Lei Juan's eyes widened in surprise, "What condition?" she asked instantly, eager to know his terms.

Zhang Wei couldn't help but smile at Lei Juan's desperate attempt, recognizing that regardless of her efforts, he had already struck the same deal with Wang Xiaoying.

Lei Juan's insistence only ensured she'd give him more benefits.

"The condition, I can't reveal for now, but rest assured, it won't be too excessive. Perhaps a simple stroll in the park would suffice," he casually added, choosing his words carefully.

"A stroll in the park?" Lei Juan was bewildered by his choice of words, her confusion palpable.

Zhang Wei quickly assured her, "It was merely an example."

Lei Juan nodded, a sense of relief washing over her, though suspicion lingered in her mind about Zhang Wei's intentions until they parted ways.

Little did she know, Zhang Wei had subtly trapped her in his web as well. Had she not come voluntarily, perhaps she could have saved herself from his grasp. After all, he already had the same deal with Wang Xiaoying.

Even the system was left stunned, contemplating whether all of this was meticulously calculated by Zhang Wei in advance, or if it was simply a series of coincidences.

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"Didn't you say it was too big?" Xiong Mei asked, nestling close to Zhang Wei in the back seat of the modified Rolls-Royce, a car he had taken from the Wang family.

He could have easily purchased it, but why not save the hassle and let them buy another? After all, though others might be unaware, Wang Liang acutely knew his life was in the hands of Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei glanced at Xiong Mei and grinned, brushing aside her concern. "Nah, it's perfect. We can do a lot with this."

"A lot of... shady stuff?" Xiong Mei asked, a note of suspicion in her voice.

He nodded with a mischievous glint in his eyes, which prompted Xiong Mei to playfully pout.

She then looked at Anna, the slightly blonde-haired woman who had initially been assigned to discreetly monitor her in secret.

However, Zhang Wei had shifted her role now, making her a dedicated bodyguard and chauffeur for Xiong Mei.

Anna's loyalty was bound by financial transactions; she was a refugee and spoke the language of money.

As long as she was compensated, she didn't question their activities in the backseat.

Xiong Mei gently restrained Zhang Wei's hands as they ventured beneath her clothes, feeling a bit uncomfortable engaging in any inappropriate actions in a moving car.

She voiced her discomfort, her protests a delicate reminder.

However, her protests were suppressed, and Zhang Wei showed her who was the true owner of this cat.

Anna didn't lose her focus and continued to skillfully balance the car.

She was quite professional in her work, unlike Raven and didn't question their deeds.

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As Zhang Wei relished a rare moment of leisure, Wu Xue returned from her office, her steps echoing up the stairs that led to her upper unit.

*Click!*

She unlocked the door and settled onto her bed in a languid sprawl, seeking a moment's respite.

However, her tranquility was disrupted by the persistent ring of her phone, heralding yet another call from her overly intrusive mother.

A deep, resigned sigh escaped her lips, the toll of this interference wearing on her.

Meanwhile, in a parallel thread of fate, Lian Shen and He Ming were in relentless pursuit, trailing the ominous miasma.

Their relentless pursuit guided them to the tranquil expanse of the west lake and eventually to Wu Xue's residence.

Their eyes met, a silent agreement passing between them.

"Senior, the miasma is emanating from there," He Ming declared, pointing towards the house.

Lian Shen nodded, a profound gravity in his expression as he assessed the situation. "The miasma is disturbingly dense. Let us inscribe a potent formation to purify the entire area," he proposed.

He Ming furrowed his brow, a flicker of concern marring his features. "There could be innocent lives within."

Lian Shen remained resolute, contemplating the greater good. "The innocents have likely been tainted by the malevolent force. Swift action is necessary. Once this is dealt with, we must return to guard the sacred seal."

He Ming nodded, a somber determination settling over them both. They began the ritual, skillfully placing an array of talismans in strategic positions around the wooden abode.

Each talisman carried a purpose—to create a barrier that would contain and neutralize the malevolent force within.

The air crackled with mystic energy as they invoked the protective ward, preparing for the inevitable confrontation with the darkness that lurked within.

"We must act swiftly," Lian Shen urged, his eyes filled with a steely resolve as they began the intricate process, ready to face the looming battle against the darkness within.

Both monks clasped their hands in a synchronized motion, their palms meeting with a gentle precision that sent ripples of focused energy through their fingertips.

An unexpected phenomenon unfolded—the carefully inscribed talismans, arranged meticulously around the wooden abode, began to shimmer and glow in unison, infused with the resonance of the monks' chant.

"Ye mystic forces, converge and seal this malevolent entity," intoned He Ming, his voice resonating with an ancient authority.

Lian Shen's deep voice joined in, the cadence of his chant harmonizing seamlessly. "In the name of divine balance, we invoke purity and light to cleanse this abode."

The talismans responded, each one igniting with a vibrant luminescence, casting intricate patterns of light that danced across the invisible barrier that encased the area.

With a swift surge of energy, an unseen dome encapsulated the vicinity, veiling the unfolding ritual from the outside world.

"Whoosh!"

The barrier shot skyward, extending its ethereal grasp into the heavens, bathing the surroundings in an otherworldly glow.

Curious onlookers turned their heads towards the sudden change, captivated by the mysterious radiance.

To them, the scene remained still—a serene wooden house stood by the lake, untouched by the unfolding mystical events.

However, within the illusory safety of the barrier, He Ming and Lian Shen exchanged determined glances, reaffirming their purpose.

"Channel the essence of purity," commanded Lian Shen, his voice carrying a solemn resonance.

He Ming furrowed his brow, focusing his energy. "Bind the malevolent force within the depths of oblivion."

With conviction, the two monks began chanting a spell, ancient syllables carrying immense power and intent.

The talismans responded, growing in size and intensity, their symbols glowing with an incandescent brilliance that cast intricate shadows across the ground.

"What!? Earthquake?" Wu Xue felt the tremor, her heart quickening as she tried to peer outside the window.

Through the glass, she spotted two bald monks standing tall, their voices echoing with a timeless authority.

A sense of urgency gripped Wu Xue, urging her to flee, though she couldn't grasp the reason.

But before she could act, the entire area gleamed with an intense, blinding light. "What!?" Wu Xue shielded her eyes, disoriented and anxious.

*Booooooom!*

The house exploded in a magnificent display of light, disintegrating in a burst that left no trace behind. The illusion shattered, unveiling the truth hidden within, as the fragments of the dwelling dispersed into the air, leaving nothing but plain land, untouched by the explosion.