The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 101

Chapter 101

With a thought, Li Yiya’s four clones dissolved into streams of blood, merging back into her.

Her aura surged, and her exhaustion vanished entirely.

[Cultivation: Nascent Soul (Stage 2)].

Ning Chen withdrew his gaze.

Just one day of madness after awakening her physique, and she’s already reached Stage 2?

He had put in extra effort this time.

Every time she cosplayed someone new, he’d encouraged her with a reward.

And the later team battles had been especially chaotic.

This was probably several times his usual daily output—maybe even surpassing the Sect’s annual Reform Day.

But Ning Chen didn’t mind.

Who volunteered?

Little Brother’s choice was his choice.

After all, who could resist the charm of permutations and combinations?

Ning Chen was just a simple man.

Fighting? Fun!

That was enough.

“Alright, time’s almost up,” he said. “You can go back now.”

Li Yiya froze.

“Go back? Go where?”

“The top prize was twelve hours. Your time’s almost over.”

There were still two more waiting for their turn. Until he met them face-to-face, he couldn’t play favorites.

“But—!” Li Yiya panicked. “I’m your slave now! Shouldn’t I stay by your side to serve you?”

Hah. Ambitious, aren’t we?

Ning Chen glanced at her. “That’s already taken care of. I don’t need you for that.”

He was used to the Seven Attendants handling his daily needs.

And the Demon Suppression Tower was massive—they took turns cleaning it. They might not be essential, but they’d put in the work.

Ning Chen was an emotionless man, but he wasn’t an ungrateful boss.

No need to disappoint the old employees.

Li Yiya checked her token—her time was almost up. She’d be teleported out soon!

No!

She had to change his mind!

Biting her lip, she dropped to her knees, pressing her forehead to the ground.

“Master~, please! Don’t send me away!”

“I—I can be your sheath anytime, protecting your treasured spear!”

If daily needs were covered, she’d find another angle—starting with his strongest aspect!

She’d keep it sheathed, polish it with her springwater, and step aside when the Sect Master, elders, or senior sisters arrived.

That way, he could use it whenever he wanted!

Ning Chen: “…”

Is she some kind of genius? 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Seeing the girl’s devotion, Ning Chen reluctantly nodded.

“Fine, I’ll allow it.”

“Thank you, Master!” Li Yiya was overjoyed.

But Ning Chen wasn’t finished.

“But the rules still apply. No exceptions.”

Li Yiya panicked briefly, then quickly grasped his meaning.

“Then… what if I create a Blood Clone? One can live normally outside, while the other stays here to serve you…”

Since she could shift her consciousness between clones at will, it wouldn’t matter which one remained.

Ning Chen didn’t respond.

He lay back down and started browsing the system’s entertainment functions.

That was as good as approval!

Relieved, Li Yiya immediately condensed a drop of pure essence blood, shaping it into a clone.

She handed over her storage ring, clothes, and most importantly—her token.

Once everything was settled, the timer hit zero.

Whoosh!

The clone holding the token vanished, teleported away.

Li Yiya glanced around before her gaze landed back on the Soul-Devouring Spear.

She hadn’t forgotten her new duty.

Swallowing nervously, she tiptoed closer.

Plop!

Sheathed.

For the second and third-ranked disciples, Ning Chen provided the required nourishment within the allotted time—nothing extra.

Still, they managed to break through from Golden Core Stage 4 to Stage 8, each receiving a purple-tier reward that paved their future paths.

At first, learning the sect’s truth had horrified them—they even considered fleeing.

But in the end, the “true fragrance” principle prevailed.

Both wished to stay, but unlike Li Yiya, they lacked the talents to sway Ning Chen. They left with reluctant hearts.

Bound by heavenly oaths, they couldn’t speak a word of this.

Apart from occasional longing, they devoted themselves to cultivation, determined not to fall behind—hoping to earn another chance at the Demon Suppression Tower in future competitions.

A month passed in a blink.

Then, earth-shaking news swept the Great Xia Dynasty:

The current emperor had been deposed by the imperial ancestors, and Crown Prince Duanmu Yan had ascended the throne!

Rumors tied it to the Spatial Rift Incident.

New policies rolled out, benefiting the nation—including increased support for sects.

The Green Lotus Sect, in particular, gained significant advantages, even overshadowing the rival Yuan Tan Academy.

With the new emperor’s rise, the previous ruler’s concubines faced a choice.

Those without children could remain in the palace.

While those with children could leave to live with them.

On a sunny day, Duanmu Yao’s petite figure waited eagerly at the mountain’s base.

Before long, a royal carriage marked with the imperial seal appeared on the distant road, stopping at the Green Lotus Sect’s gates.

Two palace maids stepped out first, holding the curtain as a jade-white hand extended from within.

They assisted their mistress down—a stunning noblewoman in layered silks, her face half-hidden behind an embroidered fan.

Duanmu Yao’s eyes lit up instantly.

*”Mother!”