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Wang Li\'s expression was unreadable, but internally, he was seething. He could already sense the uneasy qi surrounding the sect from miles away. Rebellions were popping up faster than he could suppress them, and though each time he thought he had stamped them out, they flared back up the moment his back was turned. The situation was growing far more dire than he had anticipated. The allies of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect—many of whom were secretly his mistresses—were now facing internal revolts from their own sect members, and it was only becoming more complicated.

Xia Bingling, her sharp eyes fixed on the growing sect ahead, spoke in her cold voice. "If this continues, even our position in the cultivation world will be threatened. These rebellions are not a coincidence. Someone is orchestrating this."

"I know," Wang Li replied with a clenched jaw. "But for now, we need to focus on quelling the rebellions before they escalate. The Holy Devil Dragon Sect can\'t afford to lose face."

What neither Wang Xiangyi nor Xia Bingling knew was that each of the sects they were about to \'help\' was led by a woman who had shared Wang Li\'s bed in secret. These sect leaders were powerful and proud, but none of them could openly acknowledge their connection to him without compromising their sects\' honor and reputation. Wang Li had built his web carefully, ensuring that each of his lovers held power in different regions, but now that web was beginning to tear at the seams.

As they approached the gates of the Silver Moon Sect, Wang Li was greeted by the sect leader, Lady Qiu Ning, whose elegant robes shimmered like the night sky. Her sharp eyes softened when she saw Wang Li, but she kept her tone formal, bowing to him as was appropriate for an ally. "Sect Leader Wang, it\'s an honor to have you here during such troubling times."

"Lady Qiu Ning," Wang Li replied, his tone equally formal, though his eyes lingered on her. She was as stunning as ever, her long, silver hair cascading down her back, her sharp features still breathtaking despite the tension surrounding them. "I\'ve come to help quell the unrest. What\'s the situation?"

Qiu Ning gestured toward the main hall, where the elders of her sect had gathered. "The rebellion started from within, led by a few of my more... ambitious elders. They claim I\'ve been neglecting the sect\'s interests and have grown too lenient toward outsiders. They\'ve riled up many of the younger disciples, and we\'ve already had several skirmishes. I\'m doing my best to keep the peace, but the situation is slipping out of control."

Wang Li nodded as he and his group dismounted. Wang Xiangyi and Xia Bingling followed, though they seemed less at ease. The tension in the air was palpable, and it was clear that they would need to act quickly.

Inside the main hall, the rebellious elders were already gathered, their faces stern and resolute. Elder Han, the ringleader of the revolt, stepped forward. He was a mid-level Soul Integration cultivator, a man of great stature and influence within the sect. "Lady Qiu Ning," he said, his tone filled with disdain. "You\'ve allowed our sect to grow weak. Outsiders have begun to dictate our actions, and we have lost our autonomy. This will not stand."

Wang Li glanced at Qiu Ning, who stood silently beside him, her expression unreadable. He knew she had no intention of fighting her own sect, but the situation left her no choice. "Elder Han," Wang Li said, his voice calm but filled with authority, "Lady Qiu Ning has led this sect with strength and wisdom. This rebellion is nothing more than a misguided power grab."

Elder Han sneered, his qi flaring up as he stepped forward. "Who are you to interfere, Sect Leader Wang? You may be powerful, but the Silver Moon Sect belongs to its members, not to you or the Holy Devil Dragon Sect."

Without warning, the hall erupted in conflict. Elders loyal to Lady Qiu Ning clashed with the rebels, their Soul Integration cultivation a whirlwind of energy and destruction. Wang Li, Wang Xiangyi, and Xia Bingling quickly joined the fray, their presence turning the tide in Qiu Ning\'s favor. Wang Li\'s Heavenly Dragon Palm technique sent waves of golden energy crashing into the rebellious elders, while Wang Xiangyi\'s Lightning Sword Dance cut through their defenses with blinding speed. Xia Bingling\'s Frozen Mist enveloped the battlefield, freezing the rebels in place as her icy aura dominated the hall.

Amid the chaos, Wang Li managed to catch a glimpse of Qiu Ning\'s silent gratitude. She fought alongside him, her elegant movements precise and deadly. Together, they were a force of nature, and it wasn\'t long before Elder Han and his faction were forced to retreat, their morale shattered by the overwhelming power of Wang Li\'s group.

As the dust settled, Wang Li turned to Qiu Ning, his voice low. "The rebellion here may be over for now, but you must remain vigilant. They will not give up so easily."

Qiu Ning nodded, her eyes betraying a mixture of relief and exhaustion. "Thank you, Sect Leader Wang. Your assistance has been invaluable."

Wang Li gave a small nod and, without another word, motioned for his group to leave. They had done what they came for, but there was no time to celebrate. As they mounted their beasts and flew toward the next sect, Wang Li couldn\'t help but feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him. This was just one rebellion, and there were many more to come.

Next on their journey was the Frost Orchid Sect, led by Mei Hua, another of Wang Li\'s secret mistresses. She was known for her cold beauty and the deadly precision of her sword techniques, but now her sect was in turmoil, much like the others. The rebellion here was led by several of her elders, all mid-level Soul Integration cultivators, who had grown frustrated with Mei Hua\'s leadership and accused her of prioritizing external alliances over the well-being of the sect.

When Wang Li, Wang Xiangyi, and Xia Bingling arrived, they were met with a similar scene. Mei Hua, dressed in her elegant white robes, greeted them at the gates, her eyes lingering on Wang Li for a moment longer than necessary. "Sect Leader Wang, thank you for coming. The situation is dire."

"I\'m here to help," Wang Li said, his tone steady. He glanced at Wang Xiangyi and Xia Bingling, who were both still unaware of his secret relationship with Mei Hua. "Let\'s go."

Inside the Frost Orchid Sect\'s grand hall, the rebels were already gathered, their qi flaring with anticipation. Elder Liu, a sharp-eyed woman with a fierce reputation, stepped forward. "Mei Hua," she said coldly, "you\'ve neglected your duties as sect leader. You\'ve grown too close to outsiders, and now our sect is suffering for it."

Mei Hua remained calm, but Wang Li could sense her growing anxiety. This rebellion, like the others, was more than just a power grab—it was a calculated move by those who sought to weaken the Holy Devil Dragon Sect\'s alliances.

Once again, battle erupted in the grand hall. Wang Li unleashed his Dragon Spirit Fist, a devastating technique that sent waves of golden energy crashing into the rebels. Wang Xiangyi fought with precision and speed, her sword flashing like lightning as she cut through the rebels\' defenses. Xia Bingling\'s Frozen Lotus technique created a barrier of ice that protected Mei Hua from harm, while Wang Li and his group decimated the rebellious elders.

The battle was fierce, but in the end, the rebels were forced to retreat, their spirits broken by the overwhelming power of Wang Li\'s group. Mei Hua breathed a sigh of relief as she approached Wang Li, her voice soft. "Thank you, Wang Li. I don\'t know what I would have done without you."

Wang Li nodded but remained silent. The rebellion had been quashed, but the damage was done. The sect was fractured, and trust in its leadership had been severely shaken.

As they moved from one sect to the next—quelling rebellions at the Blazing Sun Sect, the Silent Mist Sect, and the Jade Moon Sect—Wang Li began to notice a troubling pattern. Each time they left a sect, the rebellion would reignite almost immediately. The elders and disciples who had been temporarily cowed by his presence would rise up again the moment they were gone.

"It\'s like trying to put out a fire that refuses to die," Wang Xiangyi muttered as they flew toward their next destination. "We can\'t be everywhere at once, and the rebellions keep spreading."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Xia Bingling nodded in agreement. "Whoever is behind this knows exactly what they\'re doing. They\'re weakening us, bit by bit."

Wang Li said nothing, but inwardly, he was growing more and more concerned. The rebellions were too well-coordinated, and the timing of each uprising was too precise to be a coincidence. Someone was manipulating events from behind the scenes, and they were doing a masterful job of it.

As they approached the Heavenly Phoenix Sect, Wang Li\'s mind raced. This sect, like the others, was led by one of his secret mistresses—Lan Fei, a woman known for her beauty and her deadly fire techniques. But even she was now facing a rebellion from within her own sect, and Wang Li knew that if they didn\'t act quickly, the situation would spiral out of control.

The cycle continued. They would arrive at a sect, quell the rebellion, only to have it reignite as soon as they left. Each battle was more exhausting than the last, and Wang Li could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him. His mistresses, once powerful and untouchable, were now struggling to maintain control of their own sects, and the trust they had once placed in him was beginning to waver.

As they stood on the mountaintop overlooking the Heavenly Phoenix Sect, Wang Li\'s eyes narrowed. He knew that the situation was far worse than he had anticipated. His enemies were closing in, and if he didn\'t act soon, the Holy Devil Dragon Sect would be the next to fall.

But for now, all he could do was keep fighting, keep quelling rebellions, and hope that he could outmaneuver whoever was orchestrating this devastating campaign against him.

And all the while, in the shadows, Lin Yun watched with cold satisfaction, knowing that his plan was working perfectly.