The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 163

Chapter 163

With that thought, Ning Chen withdrew his weapon from its watery sheath, then took out a dagger and sliced through the ropes between her thighs, layer by layer.

Freed, Ji Qianyue felt a surge of relief. Ignoring her state, she curled up on her knees, one leg lifting diagonally, her foot pressing against the ground as she tried to scramble away.

Her swaying bangs revealed a face still flushed with satisfaction but now tinged with panic.

Just how long had it been?

The man behind her was a monster!

A monster sent by those women to humiliate her!

Escape, she had to escape!

But then, Snap!

First, her kneeling ankle was seized.

Then the other.

And then—

“Ah!”

Ji Qianyue cried out as she was yanked backward, her lower body lifted into the air, leaving her half-suspended.

She could only twist her neck, using her jade-like peaks as a cushion to soften the impact.

“Wh-What are you doing?” she stammered, utterly flustered.

The once-proud Refined Void cultivator, now thoroughly tamed, had lost all her usual arrogance. She was nothing more than a timid maiden now.

In matters like these, it was always one force overpowering the other.

When the man was strong, the woman naturally weakened.

Dignity? Nobility? If the assault was relentless enough, all pretenses would be torn apart, leaving only submission in their wake.

“Me?”

“Changing positions,” Ning Chen replied flatly.

Her ponytail had come undone, and without a proper grip, steering was difficult.

So, he wrapped his arms around her legs, hoisted her upside down, and carried her to the heart-shaped bed on this floor—an extravagance designed with precise measurements in mind.

With a twist of his waist, he flung her onto it—or rather, half onto it. The other half remained suspended beyond the edge.

The bed’s height perfectly aligned with the level of Ning Chen’s Soul-Devouring Spear—because he had personally measured it during construction.

Now, he simply repurposed Ji Qianyue’s legs as his steering wheel.

…

[Congratulations, Host! Successfully copied talent: Array Mastery.][Array Mastery (Blue-grade. Additional 100 EXP/day.)][Ding! This talent has now merged with the Supreme Sun Dao Body.]

Lying on the bed, Ning Chen arched a brow at the system’s announcement.

“System, this doesn’t make sense. I’ve already copied Array Mastery before.”

[Response: Only gold-grade and above talents possess replication uniqueness. Non-gifted blue and purple-grade abilities can be stacked through repeated copying.][Blue-grade talents can be copied up to ten times, purple-grade up to three.]

Fine.

Ning Chen nodded. More benefits were always welcome.

His gaze dropped to the woman draped over him, her arms wrapped around his neck.

“What? Can’t take it again?” he asked, a hint of disdain in his voice.

“Mmm~” Ji Qianyue let out a soft, pleading whimper before releasing her arms, still marked with fading red lines.

Earlier, to give her better leverage, Ning Chen had loosened her bonds so she could grip the bed’s edge and avoid sliding uncontrollably.

Now, she lifted her chin, her eyes completely overtaken by boundless desire as she stared at him.

Her lips parted, exhaling heat.

“I beg you… fill me.”

Her tone couldn’t have been more submissive.

If this gaping emptiness wasn’t plugged soon, Ji Qianyue felt she would lose her mind entirely!

The terrifying potency of Ji Zhiqing’s drug lay in its nature—if the flames weren’t quenched in time, they would only grow fiercer, amplified tenfold by stimulation.

Given enough time, even the most chaste saintess would falter—even Guanyin herself would stir with mortal desire.

So now, Ji Qianyue could no longer even be called human.

Three hundred years of drought, and now the heavens and earth were collapsing, tectonic plates shifting, floodwaters bursting forth without restraint…

Yet every time she tried to switch positions, she was mercilessly denied.

Once, she had even managed to breach the barrier, feeling the slightest resistance—only to be forcibly lifted away and redirected down the ancient path.

Tear tracks streaked her cheeks as she sobbed, a pitiful sight.

Ning Chen knew that if this continued, she’d be burned into mindlessness.

So, with a smirk, he teased, “You want me to break through this wall?”

“Mm-hmm!” Ji Qianyue nodded repeatedly, her body trembling with excitement, her eyes even sparkling with hearts, her entire being radiating drunken desire.

“Then shouldn’t you show some sincerity?”

“What?”

“For example, offering me your soul.” Ning Chen coaxed persuasively.

“A lowly seed like you doesn’t deserve to be ‘opened’ unless you become my Star Slave.”

The essence of CPU (psychological manipulation) was to demean the target while elevating oneself.

Ji Qianyue’s mind was already in complete disarray, consumed only by the urge to fill the void.

Yet faced with this, she still hesitated instinctively.

But Ning Chen gave her no time to think.

He strode straight into the depths of the Netherpath, moving so swiftly that Ji Qianyue convulsed, her neck arching back as she cried out, “Ah—! I am! I am!”

“Are what?” Ning Chen asked leisurely, already in full control.

“A Star Slave!!!”

“Whose?”

“Yours! Yours! Ah~” Ji Qianyue responded instinctively.

“You’re a slave—then who am I?”

“Ah—Master!!!”

The moment the words left her lips, Ning Chen seamlessly switched the download path (metaphor for escalating control).

One continuous take!

A river of blood! (metaphorical intensity)

The transition was so smooth it was almost unreal.

But of course, after several hours of preparation, he had been waiting for this very moment!

Eee-ah-ah! (sound of vocal exertion)

The room once again echoed with high-pitched, melodic cries.

Ji Qianyue reached the snowy summit (climax), shivering violently, her soul seemingly detached.

Was she dying?

It didn’t matter—even death would be fulfillment!

Beneath her disheveled hair, her sickly face finally broke into a satisfied smile.

Ning Chen observed silently.

To think she peaked immediately—seems desensitization was necessary.

He gave his opponent no chance to recover.

The cosmos shifted—sun and moon reversed!

One, two, three, four, five, six!

Ning Chen unleashed six full-powered strikes.

Ji Qianyue climaxed six times in succession.

Done. Mission complete.

Ning Chen decisively dismounted.

A vast, hollow emptiness surged in, so unbearable it forcibly dragged Ji Qianyue down.

“W-why stop?” Ji Qianyue’s beautiful eyes widened, brimming with discontent and accusation.

Ning Chen chuckled lightly.

Dismissive.

“The taste was just mediocre. Lost interest.”

“You only get seven strikes a day. Today’s quota is over, time to move on to the next.”

Ji Qianyue: “!!!”