Villain: I transmigrated with Mind Control Powers

Daniela nodded, her heart racing. She had rehearsed her words, each one calculated to ignite her brother's fury.

Daniela fumbled frantically with the small, silver device in her hand. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling as she struggled to catch her breath. The device—a communication orb enchanted to allow mortals like her to use it—glowed faintly in her hands.

Tears blurred her vision as the orb flared to life, connecting her to Long Tianyun.

The moment his voice echoed from the orb, it was like a lifeline had been thrown to her. "Daniela? What's going on?"

Daniela's voice broke, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush. "B-Brother... something horrible happened..." She choked on her sobs, her body still trembling from the encounter she had barely escaped.

Long Tianyun's voice sharpened instantly, his tone laced with urgency and concern. "What happened? Daniela, talk to me!"

Tears flowed freely down Daniela's cheeks as she forced herself to speak. "It's Ye Chen... he—he tried to... he tried to rape me!" Her voice cracked as the full weight of her fabricated fear hit her. "I barely escaped... if it weren't for the protection you gave me, I-I don't know what he would have done..."

Long Tianyun's world seemed to stop for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. Then, slowly, fury unlike anything he had ever felt began to surge through his veins.

His hand tightened into a fist, so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "What?"

Daniela's voice shook, her desperation palpable. "He said I belong to him now. That no one else can have me!" Her sobs grew louder, her body trembling as she spoke the next words.

"When I told him you'd protect me, that you're my brother, he laughed. He said you're nothing but an ant, and if you ever dared to interfere, he would crush you."

Long Tianyun's heart hammered in his chest, his breath ragged with rage.

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"That bastard!" he growled, his voice like thunder. His demonic aura began to swirl around him, the air in his chamber warping under the sheer pressure of his fury. "He dares lay a hand on you? He dares to insult me?!"

His eyes blazed, the full might of his cultivation roaring to life. The young master of the Heavenly Demonic Sect was known for his ferocity, but this—this was something else entirely.

Ye Chen's audacity to not only assault his sister but also mock his power had awakened a storm of fury that would not be contained.

Daniela's voice cracked again as she sobbed through the communication orb, feeding into his rage.

"He said... he said if you want to find him, he'll be waiting in the Darkmist Forest. He's... he's challenging you, Brother. He said he'll crush you if you dare to come."

Long Tianyun's hands shook as he gripped his demonic sword, his entire body trembling with barely contained fury.

"He will die for this." His voice was low, venomous. "I will tear him apart, limb by limb. No one touches my sister. No one."

His subordinates, who had been watching from a distance, shrank back in fear. The raw, oppressive force of his aura was suffocating, and none dared approach him. They could see the murder in his eyes, the boiling hatred that consumed him.

"That worm thinks he can mock me?" Long Tianyun snarled, his voice growing louder with every word. "He thinks he can insult me? The First Descendant of the Heavenly Demonic Sect? He's nothing—less than nothing! I will crush him into dust!"

Daniela's sobs on the other end of the communication orb added fuel to the fire of his rage. "Brother, please... you have to stop him. I was so scared... I thought he was going to—"

"He won't touch you again!" Long Tianyun interrupted, his voice a roar. "I'll make him pay! I'll rip his heart out with my own hands!"

The hatred in his voice was palpable, the demonic energy swirling violently around him like a black storm. The air in the room seemed to thicken as his killing intent surged, crackling with dark, malevolent energy. He had never been this angry. This was different. This was personal.

Daniela sobbed again, her voice weak and pitiful. "Please, Brother... you have to stop him. He said he would come for me again... I don't know what to do. I'm so scared."

"I will stop him," Long Tianyun snarled, his eyes blazing with unbridled fury. "I will kill him for even thinking of touching you."

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With a final growl, he ended the connection with the orb, his demonic aura flaring around him like a dark sun. His subordinates watched in terrified silence as he walked toward the door, his black blade strapped to his back. The sheer intensity of his aura made the ground tremble as he walked.

Long Tianyun's voice was low, but it carried the weight of death itself. "He will die in Darkmist Forest. By my hands."

Without another word, Long Tianyun vanished from the sect's stronghold in a blur of demonic energy, speeding toward the forest where Ye Chen waited. His mind was consumed with a single thought: revenge. Revenge for the insult to his sister. Revenge for the insult to his honor.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen was feeling elated.

He was sitting near a river which was passing through Blackmist Forest; Ye Chen couldn't help but grin. His aura pulsed with newfound power, the energy of the Nascent Soul realm humming around him like a radiant force.

He sat cross-legged on the soft grass, the cool breeze brushing against his face, but it did little to cool the exhilaration that pulsed inside him.

He clenched his fist, feeling the immense strength flowing through his veins. "I did it..." he muttered to himself, his eyes shining with excitement. "I've finally reached Nascent Soul!"

For days, he had pushed himself to his limits, cultivating relentlessly in the depths of Blackmist Forest, far from prying eyes. But his hard work hadn't been in vain. The heavens, it seemed, had once again favoured him.

But it wasn't just his cultivation that had brought him to this moment. No, it was the series of opportunities that had come his way. In the depths of Blackmist Forest, he had stumbled upon ancient remnants—an old altar hidden deep within a cave, untouched by time. There, he had found a beast core, gleaming with immense energy, left behind by a long-dead Nascent Soul beast.

The power within the core was unlike anything he had felt before, and the moment he absorbed it into his own cultivation, it was like a floodgate had opened, propelling him forward toward his breakthrough.

That core, along with the rare herbs he had gathered—such as the Lunar Tear Lotus and the Celestial Flame Orchid—had helped his body and soul, cleansing impurities and allowing his cultivation to soar to new heights.

Ye Chen leaned back, his eyes staring up at the sky, which was partially visible through the dense forest canopy. "For a while, I thought my luck had run dry... but now, I'm stronger than ever." His hand gently caressed the hilt of his sword, the azure flames within it pulsing in response to his thoughts. "Not even the Heavenly Dragon Sect will be able to ridicule me now.

Once I've proven my innocence, they'll have no choice but to acknowledge me."

Fu Hong had sacrificed everything for him, and now, his master's death was on his hands. He had sworn to return one day, to clear his name and prove to the sect that he was not a traitor. But to do that, he had to grow stronger.

That was why he had come to Blackmist Forest—to hide, to cultivate, and to heal.

And now, after weeks of laying low, after enduring setback after setback, his efforts had paid off.

The Nascent Soul realm... Just thinking about it made his heart race. It was a stage few ever reached, the point at which a cultivator truly began to tap into the essence of the world itself.

The rumors that had spread about him being a demonic cultivator had nearly ruined him, but after everything, Ye Chen felt renewed. He could still hear the accusations in his mind—how they had whispered about him after his master Fu Hong's death. "A demonic cultivator... a traitor..." He had fled to avoid further conflict, but now, with his newfound strength, he was ready to clear his name.

Ye Chen clenched his fist again, feeling the raw strength coursing through his body. His grin widened as he imagined his return to the sect. "Soon," he murmured to himself, his voice filled with quiet confidence. "Soon, I'll return to the Heavenly Dragon Sect, and no one will dare call me a traitor ever again."

His mind filled with thoughts of the future, Ye Chen closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of his newfound power. But little did he know, trouble was already descending upon him.