The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 171

Chapter 171

Outside the Sect

“Eldest Miss, we’ve arrived.”

Ji Yun guided the celestial ship to a halt above the clouds outside the Qinglian Sect.

“Let’s go.”

Without hesitation, Ji Yunshu leaped off the ship.

Ji Yun stored the vessel in her spatial ring and followed closely.

But before they even reached the sect’s barrier-triggering range, a familiar figure in black robes approached.

“Greetings, Eldest Miss. Greetings, Elder.”

Ji Qianyue bowed respectfully the moment she arrived.

Ji Yun spoke first. “Why are you here so quickly? Where’s Third Miss?”

“I sensed the celestial ship’s aura. Third Miss ordered me to welcome you. She’s currently discussing matters with the Qinglian Sect’s leader and asked me to bring you directly.”

Seeing Ji Qianyue unharmed and hearing news of her sister, Ji Yunshu finally relaxed.

She saw no reason to doubt her. With a soft nod, she said, “Then we’ll trouble Sister Qianyue to lead the way.”

As they flew, Ji Yunshu asked many questions about Ji Yunjin, all of which Ji Qianyue answered smoothly.

The gist? Everything was fine.

Ji Yun closed her eyes, releasing her spiritual sense to envelop the entire sect. A few seconds later, she withdrew it, surprised.

“Such a small sect, yet it has five Divine Transformation Realm cultivators and over thirty Nascent Soul Realm experts.”

As a Purple Mansion Realm expert, even with her powers suppressed, her methods were extraordinary. She had easily discerned the sect’s full strength.

She had assumed the Great Xia’s newly crowned top sect relied solely on high-level combatants, still lacking the heritage of the Yuantan Academy.

But now? Their overall strength was comparable!

With the Great Xia’s imperial family backing them, the Ji Clan was poised to achieve an impressive ranking in the upcoming Hundred Dynasties Tournament.

Ji Qianyue remained silent, but inwardly, she scoffed.

That’s all?

What about Third Miss, now at Divine Transformation?

Or her, at the Void Refinement Realm?

Soon, there’d be another Divine Transformation expert—and a Purple Mansion Realm powerhouse.

Before long, even Second Miss wouldn’t escape.

……

As they spoke, Ji Yunshu’s gaze inadvertently drifted to the alluring, lace-patterned stockings adorning the legs of their guide.

Ji Qianyue had always favored figure-hugging black attire, but these “high-silk” stockings elevated her allure to another level entirely—impossible to ignore.

Women, even in the immortal cultivation world, had an innate fascination with fashion.

“Qianyue-jie, what are those on your legs—?”

“High-silk.”

“High-silk?” Ji Yunshu blinked in curiosity, and even Ji Yun glanced over.

Ji Qianyue smirked with pride. “The Young Miss can think of them as a variation of silk stockings.”

These very stockings had been her secret weapon in securing victory.

Though admittedly, in her earlier desperation, she’d torn the middle open.

Now, as she flew through the air, the breeze seeped in uncomfortably.

“Is this a Southern Domain specialty? I’ve never seen such things in the imperial palace.”

Ji Yunshu mused.

Traditional silk stockings were always hidden inside boots—never this long, this flashy.

And yet… they were oddly captivating.

“No,” Ji Qianyue shook her head. “They’re exclusive to the Qinglian Sect. We plan to distribute them to all disciples eventually, but they’re still in the trial phase. If the Young Miss wishes, I can arrange for a pair later.”

Ji Yunshu nearly agreed—then hesitated.

“Never mind.”

Her dignified aura clashed with such provocative attire. Some things weren’t meant to be worn just because they looked good.

Behind her, however, Ji Yun’s eyes flickered with interest.

But with Ji Yunshu’s refusal, she swallowed her request.

Ji Qianyue led the two women not to the main hall, but straight toward the Demon-Sealing Pagoda.

The doors swung open as they approached.

“Third Miss is inside. Please follow me…”

As seasoned cultivators, Ji Yunshu and Ji Yun remained composed—only the pagoda’s ingenious flying disc mechanism drew a flicker of surprise.

Upon reaching the 18th floor, Ji Qianyue gestured politely.

Ji Yunshu stepped in first.

But as Ji Yun moved to follow, a hand gripped her arm.

Frowning, she turned.

Ji Qianyue reactivated the flying disc, sending it upward without them. Then, in a hushed tone, she whispered, “Elder Yun, I’ve uncovered a monumental secret within the Qinglian Sect—one that could elevate our Ji Clan to unprecedented heights.”

Ji Yun yanked her arm back, eyes sharp with suspicion.

“Then why not report this to the Young Miss directly?”

Ji Qianyue’s expression didn’t waver. “The Young Miss will marry into the Liu Clan in two decades. Will she remain loyal to the Ji Clan then? This secret is too valuable—even top-tier factions would kill for it. We cannot risk leaks.”

Under the Purple Mansion Realm elder’s scrutiny, Ji Qianyue stood firm.

Every word was true, after all.

After a tense pause, Ji Yun relented.

“Speak. What is this secret?”

Ji Qianyue launched into a fervent explanation—miraculous cultivation elixirs, heaven-defying techniques—all hidden within this unassuming sect.

Ji Yun’s skepticism warred with growing intrigue.

“Preposterous. A backwater sect like this, possessing treasures rivaling immortal pills?”

Ji Qianyue wasn’t surprised. She’d reacted the same way initially.

Without physical proof, she opted for the next best thing—reciting a fragment of an arcane cultivation method Ning Chen had bestowed upon her.

At first, Ji Yun listened dismissively. But as the verses progressed, her eyes widened.

By the Void Refinement Realm segment, she was gripping Ji Qianyue’s sleeve.

“What comes next? Hurry!”

Ji Qianyue feigned regret. “Apologies, Elder. The scripture’s profundity exceeds my comprehension. I’ve only memorized portions relevant to my realm.”

She leaned closer. “But I’ve secretly compiled the complete set—hidden in my quarters at the pagoda’s summit.”

Ji Yun’s restraint shattered. The scripture fragments alone eclipsed her lifetime of cultivation! If the full texts held even half this power, breaking through to the Unity Realm would be trivial!

Her earlier doubts melted into greed.

“Take me there. Now.”

The top-floor chamber was empty, save for a faint, floral fragrance.

Ji Yun stormed in. “Where are the texts?”

“Here!” Ji Qianyue rummaged theatrically before producing several manuals.

Ji Yun snatched one, devouring its contents on the spot—too enraptured to question why the bed was absurdly large.

Her face cycled through shock, euphoria, and frustration as she skimmed—each manual more incomprehensible yet tantalizing than the last.

When she finally looked up, her hands trembled.

“These… these are divine-grade techniques! A sure path to ascension!”

At that moment, Ji Qianyue materialized beside her, holding an ornate crystal decanter filled with milky-white nectar.

“Elder Yun, this immortal wine enhances the techniques’ effects. It’s the final piece of the Qinglian Sect’s rise to power.”

Ji Yun’s gaze dropped to the decanter—then jerked back in disbelief.

“How… how is there so much?!”