The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 179

Chapter 179

Ji Yunshu could hardly believe it.

She had sent her third sister here to deliver something—not to steal!

The Ji family might not be invincible in the Outer Domains, but they were still a renowned, powerful clan. What kind of treasures hadn’t they seen before? Why would they covet something from an insignificant sect in the Southern Region, a place bound by the laws of heaven and earth?

It wasn’t that she was arrogant or dismissive, but even in the imperial capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, she hadn’t found anything worth her attention. The only mildly interesting thing was the new emperor’s theoretical concept of bloodline armor—and that was just a theory.

So…

“Impossible!” Ji Yunshu replied firmly.

She refused to believe it.

Elder Sister Qianyue was proud and reserved, while Xiao Jin was pure-hearted. How could the two of them do something like that?

It was far more likely that the Qinglian Sect had coveted something from the Ji family and, taking advantage of their naivety, had schemed against them—just as they had done to her!

“Heh.” Ning Chen let out a soft laugh.

Some people won’t admit the truth until they’re faced with irrefutable evidence.

He glanced sideways at Liu Ruyan. “Show her.”

“Understood, A’Chen.”

With a thought, Liu Ruyan retrieved three recording stones from her spatial ring.

The first one floated in front of Ji Yunshu, activating with a flicker of light.

An image appeared—a shadowy figure slipping through the window of the Scripture Pavilion late at night.

The intruder cautiously glanced around before pulling out jade slips to copy the cultivation manuals on the shelves.

Tight-fitting black robes, a signature high ponytail, and a comically ineffective face cover.

Ji Yunshu froze.

That’s Qianyue-jie!

How could this be?

After duplicating all the secret techniques, Ji Qianyue swiftly left the scene, and the recording ended.

“Wait!”

Just as Liu Ruyan was about to switch to the second stone, Ji Yunshu interrupted.

“Your sect has a female blood demon capable of shapeshifting. How do I know that wasn’t just an imposter?”

The memory of being tricked by that fake earlier—fussing over an impostor only to be played—made her blood boil. She could barely maintain her composure.

“Still refusing to face reality?”

Ning Chen smirked coldly. “Let her see. She’ll understand soon enough.”

Without hesitation, Liu Ruyan tossed a manual in front of Ji Yunshu.

The latter caught it reflexively and flipped it open.

After skimming just two lines, her anger faded, replaced by solemnity.

Gradually, shock, excitement, and finally deep confusion overtook her expression.

She became completely absorbed—just like Ji Yunjin, Ji Qianyue, and Ji Yun before her.

A long time passed before Ji Yunshu snapped out of her trance, though the awe in her eyes remained.

She looked at the man and woman before her.

“How does a sect with cultivators no stronger than Divine Transformation possess… an immortal-grade cultivation method?” she blurted out.

She prided herself on her knowledge, but that very knowledge made her realize the staggering value of what she held.

The reason sacred lands remained eternal was their possession of techniques leading to immortality. Every ten thousand years—or even tens of thousands—a supreme expert would ascend, perpetuating their glory.

She had never seen the core secrets of a sacred land, but she could swear this manual was no weaker—perhaps even stronger.

The difference was already incomparable by the Divine Transformation stage.

If she switched to this method, Ji Yunshu was certain she could effortlessly defeat her current self. It was a qualitative leap.

Even the so-called sacred land techniques couldn’t compare.

She had once fought a core disciple from a sacred land and only narrowly lost.

…

“It doesn’t matter where it came from. What matters is that it now belongs to the Qinglian Sect.”

Ning Chen’s voice was calm. “Taking without asking is theft.”

What could he say? His sect was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Yu Hua, the reincarnated heroine with the “Heavenly Scripture of the Gods” as her cheat, could even accelerate its deductions with his divine nectar.

At this point, the Qinglian Sect had dozens of supreme-grade cultivation methods and secret arts.

Compared to them, sacred lands?

Sacred lands were nothing!

“Well? After seeing this, do you still think I’m wrong to accuse them of targeting our sect’s secrets?” Ning Chen challenged.

Ji Yunshu’s expression was complicated.

Indeed.

Faced with a technique rivaling a sacred land’s core inheritance, even she wouldn’t be able to resist—let alone her third sister.

“My apologies…”

…

At Ning Chen’s signal, Liu Ruyan activated the second recording stone.

The same protagonist, but a different setting—a room filled with alchemical furnaces. Clearly, this was the pill repository.

Ji Qianyue repeated her earlier actions, sneaking in and swiping several bottles of pills.

Perhaps emboldened by her first success, she didn’t even bother with a mask this time.

Ji Yunshu: “…”

“Since your cultivation is sealed, I won’t let you test the pills,” Ning Chen said dismissively.

Then came the third recording.

Two familiar figures—one tall, one small—sneaking into a pagoda under cover of darkness before being knocked out by a trap.

Ji Yunshu’s eyelid twitched, and her lips curled in exasperation.

I give up. Just end me.

Core techniques and secret pills were the foundation of any sect. They were never to be shared, let alone stolen from restricted areas.

Every one of her third sister and Qianyue-jie’s actions was a capital offense.

How could she possibly defend them?

Moreover, the value of that cultivation manual far surpassed the entire Ji family’s worth combined.

At the same time, Ji Yunshu recognized the “restricted area” as the very place she was standing in now.

The Qinglian Sect had no intention of letting this go.

Her earlier defiance crumbled.

Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself.

Rising from her seat, Ji Yunshu bowed deeply to Ning Chen, her voice sincere.

“My younger sister and elder sister acted recklessly and committed grave offenses.”

“Let us discuss this again. Whatever compensation your sect requires, the Ji family will provide. Just…”

Her tone was humble.

So much time had passed, and Aunt Yun hadn’t appeared—only this man stood before her. That likely meant the worst had happened.

With all their lives in his hands, she had no room for pride.

But before she could finish, Ning Chen raised a brow.

“Are you out of your mind? Now that you know our sect’s core secrets, do you really think we’ll let you go?”

His words were absolute.

Ji Yunshu’s lips parted in shock.

Wait, you’re the ones who showed me all this!

I didn’t even want to know!

Realizing she’d been trapped, she softened her tone, compromising.

“The Ji family will offer generous compensation. Release the others—even erase their memories if needed. I will stay in your sect and accept punishment in their place.”

“Fine.”

Ning Chen was surprisingly agreeable.

Then, just as quickly, his tone shifted.

“Three crimes, double penalty. You’ll serve as a bed-warming maid.”

His lips curled in amusement, his gaze predatory.

With even the Ji family’s strongest, the Violet Palace expert, reduced to a bitch under him, what did he have to fear?

He’d originally considered making her a “star slave,” but since her sister was already so obedient, he might as well give the elder sister a slightly higher status.

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