The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 172

Chapter 172

“Too much? Not really. You’ll wish there was more once you start drinking.”

Ji Qianyue kept her smile in place, even nudging the crystal goblet forward slightly.

“Elder Yun, this is the Qinglian Sect’s exclusive secret brew—its effects far surpass even the pills I mentioned earlier.”

Ji Yun didn’t immediately take it. Instead, she said, “You drink first—” 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Her words cut off abruptly because Ji Qianyue had already eagerly gulped it down.

Her expression was like that of a desert wanderer who had finally found an oasis after days of torment.

“Stop!” Ji Yun frowned, displeased, instinctively scolding her in a senior’s tone. “What happened to the dignity of the Ji Clan? Look at you!”

Seriously, this girl used to be so aloof and proud. How did she turn into this in just two months?

Ji Qianyue reluctantly set the goblet down, even licking the remnants from her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Gulp!

Gulp!

Her throat moved as she swallowed slowly.

Her usually cool, moon-like face now wore an expression of lingering desire.

She smacked her lips twice and sighed in admiration. “Elegant honeyed fragrance, smooth and sweet on the palate, with a refreshing aftertaste—this is truly an immortal’s nectar!”

Ji Qianyue wasn’t exaggerating. She was just stating facts.

Seeing such an exaggerated reaction, Ji Yun couldn’t help but grow curious.

Was it really that good?

She figured that as a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator, even if there was something wrong with the drink, she’d detect it immediately. There was nothing to worry about.

So, under Ji Qianyue’s reluctant gaze, she took the goblet and took a tentative sip.

In an instant, her eyes brightened.

Not too strong, not too bland—the taste was perfect!

It even transported her back to her childhood—the taste of her mother’s cooking!

But the problem was…

“What ‘immortal nectar’? This is just chicken soup!”

Ji Yun shot her a sidelong glance, annoyed.

She might have been in seclusion for thousands of years, but she hadn’t lost her sense of taste!

The milky-white color, the thick consistency—it was clearly made from bones simmered for ages.

Honestly, how dare she try to fool me?

Ji Qianyue, however, looked utterly confused.

Chicken soup?

Wasn’t this the immortal nectar?

Ji Yun took several big gulps, her eyes slightly moist.

Though her memories from thousands of years ago had long faded, she still remembered the spiritual chicken soup her mother used to make for her—this tasted exactly the same.

It was a pity… that person was long gone.

Those without sufficient talent could only return to dust when faced with the heavens’ decree.

“By the way,” Ji Yun said after swallowing another mouthful, “Didn’t you say this had miraculous effects? Why don’t I feel anything?”

“This immortal nectar requires spiritual energy to activate. But it’s best if you use the new cultivation technique—that way, the efficiency is maximized.”

Ji Qianyue explained earnestly.

She even demonstrated, circulating the specialized secret technique with an impressive surge of spiritual energy.

As for her old cultivation method? She had long discarded it into the trash heap of her mind.

“I told you, it’s chicken soup,” Ji Yun corrected out of habit.

She set the goblet aside and recalled the most striking new technique she had just read.

Then, she began attempting it.

In that split second, the moment her spiritual energy surged—

It was like the driest kindling meeting the fiercest flames.

A torrent of pure energy erupted within her, nearly making Ji Yun spit out the soup she had just chugged.

She quickly steadied her mind and focused fully on circulating the energy.

The technique, which had felt unfamiliar just moments ago, now flowed as smoothly as if she had practiced it for decades. All the previous obscurities resolved themselves effortlessly.

This is incredible!!!

Ji Qianyue finished refining her sip of the nectar and opened her eyes, glancing sideways with a complicated expression.

Sorry, Elder Yun.

She hadn’t wanted to betray her clan, but… this was her master’s order.

“Impossible. Teaching foreign cultivation techniques and distributing pills for free—our Ji Clan has already gone above and beyond.”

Seated across the long table, Ji Yunshu’s expression was ice-cold as she stared at the white-haired woman before her. Her voice, no longer gentle, carried absolute resolve.

“And now the Qinglian Sect wants techniques beyond the Divine Transformation Realm? Even pill recipes for sixth-tier and above?”

“That’s out of the question!”

The Ji Clan’s assistance was only to prepare for the Hundred Dynasties War—not to disrupt the Southern Domain’s balance.

Those things hadn’t even been given to the Great Xia Dynasty, let alone one of its subordinate sects!

Wouldn’t that be turning the natural order upside down?

Liu Ruyan leaned back in her chair, completely unfazed by the other woman’s attitude. She pointed at the petite girl beside Ji Yunshu with an air of absolute confidence.

“But she already agreed.”

Ji Yunshu’s shocked gaze immediately snapped toward her sister.

Ji Yunjin swallowed nervously and lowered her head guiltily.

“I—I just got carried away,” she mumbled, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum.

Ji Yunshu took a deep breath. Faced with her sister’s adorable, pitiful expression, she couldn’t bring herself to scold her in front of outsiders.

She forced a smile and softened her tone.

“It’s fine. Xiao Jin has never dealt with these matters before.”

As I feared.

Ji Yunshu’s thoughts darkened.

Good thing I came. Who knows what other promises she might’ve made?

If we left after the Hundred Dynasties War and the Qinglian Sect developed for a few more years… wouldn’t they end up overpowering the Great Xia Dynasty?

Honestly, Qianyue-jie, why didn’t you stop her?

She wanted to shift the blame onto someone else, but when she glanced around, she froze.

Wait… where are Elder Yun and Qianyue-jie?

The room only had three people—including herself.

But Ji Yunshu didn’t dwell on it.

While she wasn’t sure about other clans, the Ji Clan’s guardians for the three sisters had always served a dual role—half protectors, half overseers.

It wasn’t unusual for them to step aside for private conversations.

She turned back to Liu Ruyan, her smile vanishing as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by frosty indifference.

“My sister is young and naive. Whatever she said, Sect Master Liu need not take it seriously. I am the decision-maker for the clan this time.”

Ji Yunjin pouted, muttering under her breath, “I’m not naive…”

But no one paid her any attention.

Liu Ruyan spread her hands. “So what? Your sister already signed the agreement. Even if the clan won’t honor it, she’s still bound as an individual, no?”

“What?!” Ji Yunshu was stunned.

How could my sister be this stupid?!

For something like this, verbal promises should’ve been enough!

I should’ve kept her by my side to prevent this mess.

Ji Yunjin, meanwhile, was just as shocked.

Wait, this wasn’t part of the plan!

But when she noticed Ji Yunshu’s glare, she naturally slipped into the role of a guilty, panicking little sister—her acting flawless.

Sigh.

Ji Yunshu could only suppress her frustration.

Whatever. She’s still… my sister.

She turned back to Liu Ruyan. “I said no, and that’s final.”

“Is the Ji Clan resorting to bullying now?”

“What if we are?”

“Don’t think the Qinglian Sect is so easy to push around!”

“Sect Master Liu, the entire dynasty belongs to the Ji Clan—let alone a single sect within it!” Ji Yunshu retorted matter-of-factly.

“Heh, we’ll see about that.”

“Are you suggesting rebellion?”

“Of course not.” Liu Ruyan smiled faintly. “The Qinglian Sect could never compare to the Ji Clan.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t relocate, does it?”

“With the Hundred Dynasties War approaching, I’m sure other dynasties wouldn’t refuse additional forces.”

Ji Yunshu’s expression turned even colder.

What’s the difference between this and rebellion? Either way, they’re opposing the dynasty and causing trouble for our clan.