The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 160

Chapter 160

Seeing Ji Qianyue struggling violently, Ning Chen responded with a sharp slap.

The crisp sound cut off her scream.

Ripples spread across her flesh, the red marks like ripe wheat swaying in an autumn breeze—a vivid, colorful display.

“Where did you go wrong?” Ning Chen asked coolly.

Ji Qianyue’s flushed face paled from the tearing pain, her voice laced with hatred. “Y-You’re using the wrong technique!”

This man moved with such ease, nothing like a beginner—so how could he not even know the right place?

Even she, who had never experienced intimacy, knew the difference between the Cycle of Rebirth and the Tide’s Secret Realm.

Ning Chen ignored her anger, his expression icy. “I asked where you went wrong.”

“What?” Ji Qianyue froze, momentarily confused.

Where did she go wrong?

She had already steeled herself to sacrifice her purity for the Third Young Mistress’s sake—how was that a mistake?

Distracted by the question, her body, previously tense from pain, relaxed slightly.

Seizing the fleeting opportunity, Ning Chen pressed forward—breaking through a hundred layers of resistance in an instant, fully immersing himself.

His lazy eyes brightened.

Marvelous…

Absolutely marvelous!

Even for just a moment, he felt an unparalleled gravitational pull.

At the same time, he had underestimated this realm’s gravity!

If not for his Soul-Devouring Spear being forged from celestial meteorite—indestructible—an ordinary weapon would have been obliterated.

The crude oil’s exceptional quality also played a part, allowing him to break through in one decisive move.

Ji Qianyue, however, was not having a pleasant experience.

The backlash from having her defenses forcibly torn apart was agony beyond endurance, as if her very soul trembled.

Damn it!

A path left untrodden for over three hundred years had been abruptly reclaimed!

She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, her toes curling and legs involuntarily buckling.

But the reflexive kick only struck Ning Chen’s back, further fueling his momentum.

“Ah—!” This time, Ji Qianyue’s defenses shattered completely.

But what shattered her even more were his next words.

“What I do is none of your concern.”

“And no, I didn’t take the wrong path. Expecting me to claim your primordial yin? You’re not worthy.” His tone was dripping with mockery.

Ji Qianyue’s eyes reddened with fury.

She was a Soul Transformation cultivator!

She had countless suitors in the clan—since when was she looked down upon by a mere mortal?

This was an utter humiliation!

Bastard!

“You shameless brute—you go too far!” she snarled through gritted teeth. “This venerable one will kill—ah!”

“Quiet.” Before she could finish, Ning Chen yanked her hair, forcing her head back and cutting her off.

“From now on, every sound you make, I’ll ensure your young mistress makes the same.”

His voice was calm, but to Ji Qianyue, it felt like ice water dumped over her head.

Terror flashed in her eyes.

This monster!

She couldn’t bear the thought of such a thing happening to the Third Young Mistress.

No!

She would rather die than allow it!

Her expression turned resolute. Though she cursed him inwardly, she dared not struggle further.

Unbeknownst to her, the Third Young Mistress she sought to protect had long since been molded by him.

Satisfied with her silence, Ning Chen resumed his work.

Like a steamroller, he smoothed out every wrinkle, straightening the winding path.

The Whirling Frostbloom’s unique traits began to shine.

Unlike other secret realms where he could easily reach the limits, encountering only rebound forces, here—no matter how fiercely he strove—he could never reach the end.

An eternal vortex above ceaselessly spurred him to push beyond, while gravity steadily intensified.

Even Liu Ruyan and Xu Qingya paled in comparison—the magnetic polarity here was on an entirely different level.

Like comparing a high-performance battery to a common one.

This was a divine artifact!

A completely different kind of adventure!

At first, the excruciating pain was like being flayed alive, driving Ji Qianyue to the brink of delirium.

Her body—especially her legs—quivered uncontrollably.

Her exquisite features twisted, yet she dared not make a sound.

Squelch… Squelch…

The obscene noises in the room filled her with unbearable shame.

But as time passed, the ancient path’s torment lessened, and her body gradually relaxed.

Yet the Whirling Frostbloom continued its relentless assault—fully automated, requiring no input.

Staring at the projection of the unconscious girl bound mercilessly to the bed, Ji Qianyue felt a surge of purpose.

To sacrifice oneself for the one you swore to protect—wasn’t this the duty of a guardian?

Since the Third Young Mistress had never ventured out before, Ji Qianyue had never been needed—until now.

This was her first time.

Lost in her self-righteous martyrdom, she failed to notice Ning Chen’s relentless advance.

He also made a fascinating discovery.

When stationary, Liu Ruyan and Xu Qingya would subtly resist—but Ji Qianyue invited him in.

Withdrawing even slightly, the vortex would coil around him, dragging him back into the abyss.

Ning Chen had always preferred to stand and pedal hard—no mercy, no hesitation.

Chastity?

To him, it was just a license plate—proof the vehicle was roadworthy. Otherwise, it wasn’t even worth riding.

Humanity?

A century of imprisonment and his past life’s experiences had taught him exactly what kind of creatures they were.

The more you indulged them, the more entitled and insufferable they became.

So, to him, they were all just dogs.

Time flowed, and the rhythm grew smoother, the controls more responsive.

Ning Chen was mildly surprised—she had remarkable endurance, not uttering a single cry.

But from his unseen angle, Ji Qianyue’s expression was already unraveling, her cheeks flushed anew.

As someone who frequently embarked on missions, her pain tolerance was high. Her earlier collapse was due to the additional spell damage from those tormenting methods.

Now, with the overwhelming tearing agony Fading, other sensations magnified.

The earlier heat resurged—stronger than before.

Once fully acclimated, each swing of the pendulum brought indescribable, electrifying tremors.

The “cheese” (artifact?) and the enemy’s colossal size magnified the pressure, destabilizing even the Tide’s Secret Realm next door. Water elements drained as the pocket dimension crumpled.

Ji Qianyue’s bound hands stretched like sun-seeking flowers, her slender fingers splaying like blooming stamens.

The proud upturn of her eyes was now stained red, desire pooling in their depths.

Damn it—this feeling!

No!

Not again!

If this continued, she’d revert to her earlier humiliating state!

“Mmmph—!”

Finally, her defenses crumbled—a single sound escaped.

“First offense,” Ning Chen remarked indifferently.

Ji Qianyue panicked, desperate to stifle herself.

But some things, once started, couldn’t be undone.

What began as stifled whimpers soon escalated into unrestrained cries—a symphony of euphoria and despair.

Meanwhile, in the Great Xia Dynasty…

Deep within a secluded palace, a graceful figure sat by candlelight, reviewing documents.

A curvaceous woman lingered at the edge of the flickering light, her features partially shadowed.

“Young Mistress, it’s late. Shouldn’t you rest?”

The seated woman—Ji Yunshu—set down her ledger, turning her snow-white neck toward the voice.

The dancing flames illuminated her peerless beauty—like an orchid in a secluded valley.

A faint smile touched her lips.

“Auntie Yun, it’s fine. I just feel… unsettled.”

“Is it about the Hundred Dynasties War?”

“Not quite.” Ji Yunshu shook her head. “The imperial family’s proposal for bloodline-forged armor is promising. If completed before the competition, it’ll be a great asset.”

“I’ve decided to support it. Auntie Yun, if the royals request rare materials—within reason—grant them.”

“Understood.”

The older woman bowed, the light briefly revealing her mature, elegant features, faintly lined with age.

After a pause, Ji Yunshu’s serene eyes flickered with distaste. “I heard the Liu family sent Liu Muyang this time?”

“Indeed,” the woman confirmed, studying her charge with concern.

As Ji Yunshu’s lifelong guardian, she knew the details—and how deeply her mistress loathed this arranged marriage.

But to her surprise—

“That’s not it.” Ji Yunshu dismissed.

A lecherous, incompetent wastrel.

Even a second spent thinking about him wasted her life.

Her gaze drifted toward the Qinglian Sect’s direction.

“I’m worried about the Third Sister. I wonder how she’s faring?”

Her second sister was strong-willed, unlikely to be bullied.

But the third, though clever, was too naive. And knowing the truth… Ji Yunshu had always been softer on her.

Auntie Yun pondered. “By now, they’ve been there for over ten days. Surely no issues arose, or we’d have heard.”

“Besides, with Qianyue guarding her, there’s no danger. Rest assured, Young Mistress.”

She spoke with confidence.

Their clan was a top-tier force from beyond the region.

In the Southern Territories, they could walk sideways if they pleased.

“Once the Qinglian Sect hears the Ji name, they’ll roll out the red carpet—probably enshrine them as deities!” she joked.

Ji Yunshu pressed a hand to her restless chest. Perhaps she was overthinking.

“Perhaps.”

“But soon, I’d like to visit personally.”

“Third Sister… is a bit unreliable.”

“Of course, Young Mistress. As you wish.”