The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 176

Chapter 176

“What?”

Ji Yun was utterly baffled. Dribbling? Digging a well? What nonsense was this?

She was completely lost.

But as her body moved on its own, she quickly understood.

Unable to resist, she squatted down, her plump thighs flattening slightly, soft flesh spilling to the sides.

Had she been wearing anything, the sight would have been dazzling.

But due to the angle, the long-hidden old shop deep within finally opened for business.

!!!

Ji Yun no longer had the luxury of watching the events on the bed.

She lowered her head, eyes wide, but could only watch helplessly as her left hand moved in Tai Chi-like motions in front of her—completely beyond her control.

In her three thousand years of life, she had certainly done such things before, but mostly as maintenance, applying lotions and oils.

Never had she been so rough with herself!

Kneading, pinching, rubbing, twisting, tugging, pushing, grabbing… Her disobedient hand seemed to employ every trick in the book.

Ji Yun couldn’t even remember if she had ever tried so many techniques before.

Still, it was just self-exploration.

Unless one was naturally overly sensitive, reaching any real climax was usually too difficult.

But her other hand was venturing toward a den of sin, a place that could easily drag a person into an endless abyss.

The towering snow-capped mountains blocked her entire view, leaving her unable to see the path ahead. Panic rose in her heart.

Yet her right hand remained as steady as a surgeon’s scalpel, advancing with unwavering precision.

Plop!

A stealthy strike in the darkness—direct hit.

The sword technique of her middle and ring fingers, joined as one, effortlessly pierced through.

Squelch! Squelch!

Following Ning Chen’s prior instructions, it began digging channels to redirect the flow.

Splash!

Squelch!

In an instant, an electrifying sensation surged through her entire body, even making her tailbone tingle.

Ji Yun’s pupils contracted sharply.

She had never done something like this before!

Damn it, why was her right hand so skilled?!

Ji Yun couldn’t make sense of it, but in reality, Ning Chen’s absolute command was an extension of his own consciousness.

Her body was acting on instinct, following his orders.

So whatever dirty tricks Ning Chen knew, her hands now knew them too.

Exploring the vast mysteries of the secret realm—

Thrust, pull, dig, vibrate, press, flick, swirl, shake, expand!

Graceful as a startled swan, swift as a soaring dragon.

Ji Yun felt her scalp go numb, her whole body threatening to break out in goosebumps—though her flawless skin prevented any visible bumps.

“Ah~”

Her brows furrowed as she couldn’t suppress a moan.

“Stop! I order you—stop it!”

Ji Yun’s voice was frantic.

Because beyond the relentless stimulation, she realized this hand was searching for something inside her.

And her instincts as a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator screamed at her—if it found that place, she would be doomed!

Facing her protests, Ning Chen paid no mind, his attention fixed on Ji Qianyue, who was currently struggling for dominance.

Her ponytail swayed as she moved, but he didn’t spare the protesting woman a single glance.

“Alright, switch paths,” Ning Chen commanded.

As if receiving an imperial decree, Ji Qianyue immediately adjusted, her movements eager.

The large wet patch beneath her was proof of her readiness.

No foreplay was needed—she could skip straight to the recitation stage.

After some chaotic exploration, Ji Yun’s right hand finally settled—

Palm up, fingers curled, aimed at a spot just beyond the second knuckle, three to five steps above the floodgate, directly beneath the natural sinkhole.

Anchor down—pierce the heavens!!!

Ji Yun’s body convulsed violently, as if struck by a tremendous force, her eyes wide with terror.

At the same time, Ji Qianyue’s rhythm faltered.

Squelch!

“Ah!!!”

Their voices overlapped in a synchronized cry.

“Ah~ Mm~” —Ji Qianyue’s follow-up.

“Ahhhh!!!” —Ji Yun’s far louder continuation.

Once her right hand seized the G-Class, its technique shifted abruptly—

It unleashed the long-lost Vibrating Sword Style, the blade trembling so fast it left afterimages, yet the tip remained fixed on its target, unmoving.

This allowed the accumulating force to concentrate entirely on that single point.

“The utmost sincerity can pierce even metal and stone.”

That was the essence of this technique!

Ji Yun’s head jerked forward, backward, left, right—

Her expressions flickered between excitement and restraint.

A woman is most vulnerable in two states:

One—when she’s been conditioned through countless battles into PTSD.

The other—when she’s at the primordial beginning of all things.

Even after three thousand years, Ji Yun was no exception.

An old maiden was still a maiden!

Who could withstand such brutal stimulation on their first encounter with the G-Class?!

Ji Qianyue, facing Ning Chen with her back to Ji Yun, couldn’t see the older woman’s expressions or movements.

But hearing those sounds, she felt provoked.

How could Elder Yun, at her age, act so shamelessly?

Her cheeks flushed, Ji Qianyue couldn’t help but grumble internally.

No!

Her expression sharpened.

She hadn’t even reached her own climax yet—if her master got distracted by that lewd old woman, she’d have no chance to recover!

With that thought, Ji Qianyue accelerated, her lips parting as she released increasingly wanton cries, determined to drown out her rival.

Ning Chen, well aware of her thoughts, didn’t stop her. Instead, he smirked.

The more they competed, the more he enjoyed it.

Right now, Ji Qianyue was putting in real effort, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Though not as skilled as her natural Whirling Frost Petals, she was clearly giving it her all.

Of course, the real reason was that Ning Chen wanted to mess with their minds.

He didn’t care about so-called dignity or pride.

Before him, every woman—no matter how noble—would kneel.

And he wasn’t worried about Ji Yun trying anything.

As the main branch, his compulsory commands took absolute priority over all other actions.

Meaning, until he said otherwise, her body could do nothing except follow orders—no matter how much her mind resisted.

Normally, Ning Chen avoided using this ability—he preferred genuine reactions.

But this time, his opponent was a suppressed Purple Mansion Realm expert.

Ning Chen chuckled.

How terrifying.

I wonder how many of his clansmen would die of shock later?

Ji Yun’s face was now overtaken by a sickly flush.

Her mature beauty, illuminated by the light, resembled a peony in full bloom under the sun—radiant beyond compare.

Her full lips parted and closed, begging to be tasted.

Right now, Ji Yun felt like she was flying.

Not metaphorically—she was soaring up and down at breakneck speed, the vertigo so intense she even felt the urge to relieve herself.

In all her years, she had never experienced such overwhelming stimulation.

For a woman who had lived a plain and uneventful life, this was far beyond her limits!

“I can’t… No… Stop…!”

Ji Yun’s mind swam, her words slurring into incoherence.

She vaguely sensed something approaching—something tied to that growing urge.

Her instincts as a Purple Mansion cultivator warned her: That would be the point of no return.

She could not let it happen!

Ji Yun prayed desperately, tears welling in her eyes.

But without Ning Chen’s permission, it was futile.

The sensation drew nearer, and Ji Yun realized her only hope was self-preservation.

So she instinctively relaxed, taking deep breaths.

She had noticed that resistance only made the backlash worse.

Over time, adapting to the rhythm, she actually succeeded.

It didn’t stop the inevitable, but it slowed the march toward that terrifying unknown.

Just as she began to relax and consider her next move—

Her right thumb struck.

The Great Desolate Imprisoning Heaven Finger!

Precisely, mercilessly, it pinched the joy bean through the tangled seaweed.

Ji Yun: !!!