The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 180

Chapter 180

The room fell into brief silence.

To demean the young lady of a great clan like this—

Even if the man before her was the most breathtakingly handsome she’d ever seen, a flicker of disgust passed through Ji Yunshu’s eyes.

But the next moment—

“Agreed.”

Her voice was calm, devoid of hesitation.

“Huh?” Now it was Ning Chen’s turn to be surprised.

No resistance at all?

Had her family brainwashed her too?

Sensing his scrutiny, Ji Yunshu explained plainly.

“I am already betrothed to the young master of the Liu family, a top-tier aristocratic clan. Sooner or later, I’ll be traded away for political gain.”

“Rather than live a meaningless life, I’d rather do this—at least my sister goes free. This aligns more with my own definition of value and purpose.”

She spoke without shame.

Family, worth, sacrifice—she was done with it all.

“Tch… your family really is full of weirdos,” Ning Chen muttered under his breath.

Tilting his head, he narrowed his eyes, shedding his playful demeanor for something sharper.

“So? What’s your point?”

“By taking me in, the Qinglian Sect will provoke both a top-tier and a first-rate clan. Is this your way of fighting back?”

Ji Yunshu stepped forward until barely a fist’s distance separated them, her chest nearly brushing against him.

She met his gaze unflinchingly. “You may interpret it that way.”

In truth, she hadn’t even considered that angle.

Her only thought was that when their memories were erased, her third sister’s recollections of being a Ji family member should be wiped too—leaving only the cultivation techniques.

Hiding in the Southern Region wasn’t a bad idea.

Even if she couldn’t break through to the Void Refinement stage and only had three thousand years left to live, her third sister was still under thirty. She had her whole life ahead of her.

Better than becoming the family patriarch’s life-draining furnace—that would have killed her within a few years.

…

One second. Two. Three.

“Good!”

“Hahaha!” Ning Chen’s grin widened, wild and almost manic. “Interesting! It’s been a long time since I’ve met someone as interesting as you.”

Snap!

Ning Chen’s voice dripped with unbridled arrogance.

“The Qinglian Sect will forge its own path—even if it means making enemies of every noble family.”

These so-called great clans were nothing more than stepping stones to be crushed underfoot sooner or later.

Without waiting for Ji Yunshu’s reaction, he seized her arm and yanked her into his embrace.

“Ah! What are you—?!”

The sudden movement shattered her composure, panic flashing across her refined features.

“Testing your bed-warming skills, of course.” Ning Chen said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He’d already taken responsibility for this mess—wasn’t it only fair to inspect the goods?

Besides, that Violet Palace Realm bitch earlier hadn’t fully sated him. Now was the perfect time to continue.

“W-Wait!” Ji Yunshu struggled weakly.

Ning Chen frowned, irritation flickering in his eyes.

Smack!

The crisp sound of flesh striking flesh silenced the room once more.

Ji Yunshu froze, stunned. Never in her life had anyone dared to treat her this way.

“Move when I tell you to move. Otherwise, our deal is void.”

With that, he tossed her onto the long table like a ragdoll.

Her body stiffened, but she didn’t dare resist further. Yet the distress on her face grew more pronounced.

“There’s—there’s someone else here!”

“That’s my woman,” Ning Chen replied flatly.

In one swift motion, he flipped up her skirts, exposing the delicate undergarments beneath.

Riiip.

Fabric tore.

The perfect curves of her snow-white backside lay bare before him—neither too plump nor too lean, just right.

After so many oversized “millstones” and “cauldrons,” this was a refreshing change.

Tall and slender, Ji Yunshu’s proportions suited his tastes exactly.

The jade gate below was a delicate, desolate landscape—sparse, with only a few frail tendrils guarding the entrance. The pink mound was narrow and petite, tightly sealed at the front but utterly defenseless at the rear, leaving the true treasure fully exposed. It quivered faintly, exquisitely adorable in its vulnerability.

Ji Yunshu’s face paled, her entire body trembling. Yet she choked back her fear and the urge to flee, forcing out the words:

“P-Please… you must let Xiao Jin go.”

“I have no intention of keeping them.”

Then, without turning, Ning Chen called out:

“Come here.”

“What is it, A’Chen?” Liu Ruyan hurried over, puzzled.

Wasn’t everything going smoothly? Why summon her now?

But Ning Chen gave no explanation. In one fluid motion, he subjected her to the same treatment—and went a step further.

Ignoring Liu Ruyan’s breathless moans, he worked her back and forth, thoroughly drenching every inch.

He knew her habits. She always kept herself “prepared” with a certain toy, staying ready at all times.

Perfect.

Ji Yunshu’s tightness would’ve been too dry otherwise. A little lubrication would help.

With ruthless efficiency, he withdrew and redirected his aim.

Thrust!

Like a spear piercing the sun!

Like a meteor streaking through the night!

Ji Yunshu: “!!!!!”