The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 104

Chapter 104

Ning Chen’s eyes widened in shock.

What kind of nonsense was this?

What the hell was she saying?!

Him? Ning Chen? Such a shameless person?!

And also Ning Chen’s lips twitched uncontrollably. “You’re really the epitome of filial piety, aren’t you?”

With a daughter like this, her father was truly blessed for life.

Duanmu Yao blinked her big, innocent eyes, her expression brimming with naivety. “Daddy~, just tell me, do you want her or not?”

That woman…

Ning Chen’s mind drifted to the image of Tantai Yuruo.

When he first saw her, he had been stunned—her beauty was complex, contradictory.

In terms of sheer allure, she was likely the most striking woman he had ever laid eyes on.

That unique maternal radiance was also captivating.

Unlike the women around him, who were all ruthless killers, each having slaughtered countless lives he had spilled.

If such things could accumulate murderous intent, they’d probably all be capable of unleashing a Slaughter God’s Domain.

After a moment of contemplation, Ning Chen avoided a direct answer and instead countered with a question.

“What if I don’t want her? What will you do, A’Yao?”

“And if I do want her? What then?”

Duanmu Yao sat up, pursed her cherry lips, and after serious consideration, declared: “If you don’t want her, then Daddy is mine alone.”

“But if you do want her—”

She paused, then shook her head rapidly. “Still no!”

Her body, still connected via Bluetooth, squirmed along with her movements.

But she ended up shaking too hard.

“Mmm… ah!”

Her delicate little face twisted in discomfort. Once she recovered, she huffed angrily. “No! I need to surpass Mother’s cultivation! If she gets with Daddy, how am I supposed to catch up?”

“Oh.” Ning Chen responded absentmindedly.

So that was it.

Meaning, once her cultivation surpassed her mother’s, it’d be fine.

Heh. What a filial daughter.

In this regard, she was only slightly less extreme than Li Yiya, who had sacrificed her entire clan.

“Hmph! Daddy! No means no! Do you hear me?!” Duanmu Yao glared, her watery eyes flashing with defiance as she emphasized her point with a forceful squeeze.

“Tsk—!”

Ning Chen sucked in a sharp breath.

Damn this girl!

His expression darkened.

With a sudden twist of heaven and earth, he decided it was time to teach her a proper lesson in manners.

Even though he knew Duanmu Yao’s secret was out, Ning Chen felt no panic—not a shred of guilt.

What a joke. Just look at the whole situation—who sought out whom?

Who was the one who couldn’t let go?

Duanmu Yao was merely the icing on his cake.

But for her? He had single-handedly salvaged her future. Calling it “saving her in her darkest hour” wouldn’t even be an exaggeration.

……

Two hours later, dawn was nearly breaking when the doors of the Demon-Sealing Pagoda finally creaked open.

Deep in the forest, Tantai Yuruo’s limbs had gone numb.

Not from the cold—a mere chill couldn’t affect a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage.

No, it was the icy rage in her heart that had frozen her stiff.

Countless times, Tantai Yuruo had nearly charged into that tower, rescuing A’Yao from that monster and making him pay the cruelest price.

But it was already too late. Judging by A’Yao’s state, she had lost her purity far longer than just a day or two.

Nothing Tantai Yuruo did now could undo what had been done.

She didn’t even know how she had endured the wait. But as a mother, she had to remain calm.

Finally, hearing movement, she snapped her gaze upward—only to witness a scene that nearly made her eyes bleed.

A’Yao stumbled out, clothes disheveled, limping as she clutched the doorframe.

The vibrant flush on her face—though Tantai Yuruo had never experienced it herself—was something she recognized instantly. She had often ordered her palace maids to apply similar makeup.

Bastard!

Monster!

Beast!

She’s just a child!

Tantai Yuruo’s fists clenched so tightly her entire body trembled.

An unprecedented, violent aura of pressure radiated from her, but she forcibly suppressed it within a one-meter radius, not daring to let A’Yao sense even a hint of her presence.

……

“Eep—!”

Having overindulged, Duanmu Yao had overestimated her recovery speed—and sorely underestimated the devastation Ning Chen had wrought.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.

Instinctively, she clutched her stomach.

But then she remembered—

Everything inside her had long been refined. There was no risk of spilling.

Her lust-glazed eyes shone with determination.

These past few days, the Eldest Senior Sister, Junior Sister Yu, and Junior Sister Zhou had all been forced out of the sect by their master to undertake missions.

This was her chance to surpass her mother!

She had to seize it!

After a brief rest, she slowly pushed herself up.

Staggering, she began walking away.

Only after some distance did her battle physique’s recovery abilities kick in, steadying her steps.

……

Behind her, Tantai Yuruo slid down weakly, collapsing to the ground.

Watching her daughter’s retreating figure, she covered her mouth with a trembling hand, tears streaming down her face.

This is all my fault!

I should have never let her go to that den of wolves!

After a moment of despair, a mother’s fury reignited.

She would make that bastard pay.

With one last venomous glare at the Demon-Sealing Pagoda, Tantai Yuruo stormed off.

……

At the very top of the tower, Ning Chen gazed out the window.

He wasn’t worried about being detected—the formation here ensured those below couldn’t see up, while he could observe freely.

At this distance, he could only make out vague shapes, given his supposed “seclusion.”

But he had other means of surveillance.

Tantai Yuruo’s every expression and reaction had been meticulously analyzed.

After some thought, Ning Chen smirked.

Barring any surprises, she’d likely come for him within the next day or two.

Just then, wind chimes tinkled outside.

Li Yiya walked in with light steps—she had switched back again.

She had given her soul clone an absolute order: the moment things quieted down here, she was to be notified immediately for a swap.

Compared to the lively sect life, Li Yiya had long been addicted to the pleasures of the flesh.

Even with the Qinglian Chongyang Pills to balance her, once one had tasted divine nectar, how could mere wine compare?

“You’re just in time.” Ning Chen turned, his dark robes swirling.

Li Yiya approached with a coy smile, hips swaying.

“What does Master require?”

“Tell your external clone to contact Liu Ruyan. Have her come see me later.” Ning Chen ordered.

He couldn’t just sit idle while someone was about to storm his gates.

Though he could contact Liu Ruyan directly via the communication orb, that’d be rewarding her too much.

Now that he had a secretary on call, why not use her?

Let the secretary handle the work!

“Yes, Master~” Li Yiya replied sweetly.

After a brief pause, her smile returned.

“Master~, it’s done.”

“Good.” Ning Chen nodded in approval.

Li Yiya seized the moment to flirt, her eyes seductive. “Since this slave has helped Master… may she ask for a reward?”

“Oh? What is it?” Ning Chen raised a brow, amused by her boldness.

Li Yiya licked her lips, her plush thighs rubbing together.

“Today… can this slave… not be a damn peach?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t want to anymore?”

“You can leave anytime.”

Ning Chen’s tone was indifferent.

Her value had already been squeezed dry. Even if he canceled the contract, it wouldn’t matter—he didn’t care.

“No! Of course not!” Li Yiya hurriedly denied.

How could she ever bear to leave?

A flush crept over her pale cheeks.

“I… I just want… to be a peach that can move today.” (possibly implying being obedient, decorative, or submissive.)

Ning Chen: “…”

Oh, so that’s how you want to play?