The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 175

Chapter 175

Ji Yun whipped her head toward the woman still sitting demurely on the bed, urgently hissing, “What are you waiting for? Kill him now!”

Ji Qianyue rose gracefully and walked toward Ning Chen.

But instead of attacking as Ji Yun expected, she melted into his embrace.

“Master~,” she murmured. “Yue’er made sure she drank all of it.”

“Good.” Ning Chen pulled her close, idly palming a breast while pinching a peak. “You did well.”

Long-term suppression, interspersed with occasional praise—this was part of the conditioning, deepening dependence.

“JI QIANYUE! YOU DARE BETRAY THE CLAN?!”

Ji Yun’s eyes blazed with fury. Now, she understood everything.

This wretched girl poisoned the soup!

How else could she be controlled like this?

Ji Qianyue turned her face slightly, lips parting. “Sorry, Elder Yun.”

“I didn’t want to betray the family… ah~”

“But I can’t leave Master now~”

Tilting her snow-white neck, her damp eyes shone with devout worship.

Once a woman tasted that pleasure, experienced those upgrades…

There was no escape.

“Is this how you repay the clan’s nurturing?!” Ji Yun seethed.

“Shh…” Ji Qianyue pressed a finger to her lips, glancing at Ji Yun’s disrobing form. “Instead of lecturing me, Elder Yun should worry about herself. Oh? Only the traditional undergarment left?”

“Who knew you liked purple? How unexpected.”

Ji Yun instinctively looked down.

“Ah—!”

A cry escaped her before she bit her lip, cutting it short.

When did—?!

She hadn’t even noticed!

Seeing herself down to the last scrap of fabric, her hands still moving to remove it, Ji Yun snapped.

She glared at Ning Chen.

“Bastard! Stop this at once!”

“I’ll kill you if you don’t!”

“Wait—no! Please, let’s talk!”

“Stop! STOP!!”

“AAAH! I’LL SKIN YOU ALIVE!”

Threats, pleas, breakdowns—her emotions cycled wildly in mere breaths.

As the last silk of violet cloth finally slid away, trembling peaks and untamed wilderness stood fully exposed.

The forced command from the main bloodline ended, and Ji Yun regained control of her body.

Her first instinct was to cover her most vulnerable areas—one hand above, one below.

But Ning Chen spoke again, his tone unhurried.

“You—put your hair up.”

And so, under Ji Yun’s furious and horrified gaze, her hands rose against her will, gathering her hair into a loose bun.

The natural arch of her back as she adjusted the style only made her posture more inviting—as if deliberately presenting herself for admiration.

Ji Yun was losing her mind!

Ning Chen observed her critically, like an inspector stamping a quarantine approval. After a moment, he gave a slight nod.

Not bad.

Even without support, her curves only tilted slightly to the sides—proof of their resilience.

Like the others blessed with ample proportions, Ji Yun’s silhouette fell somewhere between Xu Qingyao and Tantai Yuruo’s—large, but not exaggerated.

The rounded, weighty fullness complemented her frame perfectly.

As expected.

Even aged treasures hold value if they’re genuine.

Beneath the towering peaks, the dense forest below—though overgrown with thickets and wild grass—couldn’t fully obscure the two jagged pink boulders nestled together.

The upper slopes were high and full, the lower terrain slender and short, creating a pronounced prominence at the forefront.

An ancient forest housing a new temple.

The exterior showed no signs of weathering from the passage of time.

*Could this 3,000-year-old woman really be… untouched?*

Ning Chen mused silently.

“AH! You vile insect! Stop staring!”

Ji Yun’s face burned under his shameless scrutiny. Her heart pounded like a war drum, but all she could do was turn away, as if avoiding his gaze meant he couldn’t see her either.

Desperately, she cycled her cultivation arts—her power responded normally, yet she couldn’t muster a single hostile action against the man before her!

This was unnatural.

Even as a Purple Mansion cultivator, she’d never encountered something like this.

If she had to compare it, it resembled a master-servant contract. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

But she’d never surrendered her soul! How could she be enslaved?!

Ning Chen paid no mind to Ji Yun’s raging turmoil.

This was her own fault.

She’d gulped down his “nectar” like a woman starved.

Had she shown even a shred of restraint, she wouldn’t have fallen so easily.

Honestly, he hadn’t expected the plan to work this smoothly.

Was she stupid?

Not exactly.

But these outsiders were too arrogant—they looked down on the Southern Domain, dismissing its dangers outright.

And now?

Winner takes all.

No matter how mighty a Purple Mansion cultivator was, she was just another plaything now.

His gaze dropped to Ji Qianyue, who was nuzzling against him like an eager pet. His lips curled.

He strode to the round bed and sprawled across it lazily, then crooked his middle and ring fingers at the stocking-clad woman.

“Master~? What do you need?” Ji Qianyue scurried over, tail practically wagging.

Ning Chen’s voice dipped, laced with dark amusement.

“Do you still want your reward?”

“Of course!” She didn’t hesitate.

“Then come here. Right now. This is your prize.”

With one sentence, he reframed her hard-earned request as his magnanimous gift.

“Thank you for your generosity, Master!”

Ji Qianyue trembled with excitement.

She didn’t care that another woman was watching—she moved to mount him immediately.

Her previous “taste” had only sharpened her craving.

But Ning Chen shoved her back, clicking his tongue.

“Impatient, aren’t you?”

He fisted her high ponytail and yanked it down.

“Lower your head first.”

Then he turned to Ji Yun—who was gaping in disbelief—and smirked.

“As for you…”

“Spread your legs and squat.”

“Left hand dribbles, right hand digs a well.”

“Don’t stop until I say so.”