The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 181

Chapter 181

Hiss—!

The searing pain made Ji Yunshu’s eyes bulge, blood trickling from the corner of her lips.

No matter how strong-willed she was, tears inevitably spilled from the agony.

Damn it!

So rough!

The brutal assault made her wish she could tear the man behind her into pieces.

But for her little sister’s life, she didn’t dare move—not even a sound escaped her.

Her hands clenched into fists so tight her knuckles turned white, silently enduring.

…

The passage was narrow, yet the path twisted unpredictably, its contours shifting in ways that delivered varying sensations at every turn—strangely mesmerizing.

Even with her body stiff as death, waves of pressure gathered and pulsed through her.

Delicious… just a bit too rigid.

Ning Chen mused to himself.

Having experienced so many “first-timers,” he noticed something different from his past life.

Here, the first time was much easier.

In his previous world, virgins often made the initial process arduous—like forging a path where none existed, each thrust a struggle.

It usually took multiple attempts before finding the right rhythm, suffering on both sides.

But in the Canglan Realm, female cultivators, perhaps refined by spiritual energy, were far more developed—pliant and ready, needing only the right push.

So even with his unrivaled prowess, as long as the woman wasn’t impossibly tight, sheer force could breach the gates in one strike.

Of course, their ages might also play a role.

Despite their immortal beauty, most ranged from their twenties to thousands of years old—long since matured, waiting to be plucked.

In his past life? A virgin over twenty?

He’d have had to scout elementary schools!

No wonder it was harder—there was no path.

Heh. What a hellish joke.

…

With no foreplay, Ji Yunshu was completely dry.

Ning Chen had no choice but to use Liu Ruyan to wet his brush.

“Stop—Ah Chen, you—don’t go too far.”

Suddenly, even Liu Ruyan couldn’t take it, her brows furrowed.

Especially since she still had that damn ball inside!

Being dribbled toward the forbidden zone like this—who could endure it?!

But Ning Chen ignored her.

Every time Liu Ruyan mustered her energy to push the jade sphere outward, his next thrust ruined her efforts, driving it even deeper!

Until finally—

Plop!

Liu Ruyan froze in disbelief.

It went in!

The ball had breached the goal, rolling all the way to the back!

No… that can’t be real!

Meanwhile, as Ji Yunshu’s pain gradually dulled, the first trickle of relief finally came.

Sensing this, Ning Chen immediately discarded his tool without a second thought.

Liu Ruyan’s ice-carved face flushed with warmth as she shot Ning Chen a resentful glance mid-battle.

This tormentor!

Yet beneath her frustration lay a hint of guilt.

At some point, she was no longer the one in control of their relationship.

She also knew that the sudden bursts of cruelty in him stemmed from how she had once treated him.

She had regretted it—but by then, their bond was beyond repair.

No matter what she said, she was met only with scorn.

Back then, Ah Chen had been so bright and gentle…

If only she hadn’t been so impulsive—if she had reasoned with him instead—he might have agreed to dual cultivation, even becoming her Dao companion.

But it was too late.

Now, she had seemingly birthed a monster.

And yet…

A trace of tenderness flickered in her eyes.

No matter how he treats me, I’ll accept it.

This is my debt to him.

Clutching her abdomen, Liu Ruyan staggered to an empty corner and crouched down.

With controlled force and spiritual energy, she worked at it—

Just… a little more…

Pop!

Like a marble shot from a sling, the jade sphere dropped out, rolling across the floor, now dirtied.

Adjusting her robes, she picked it up and limped out of the room.

…

As their rhythm synced, Ji Yunshu sensed danger.

With the same scenery trampled over and over—even the deepest petals crushed—

Her waist softened.

Her cheeks burned, her pale lips bitten raw, yet soft moans escaped.

Her vision blurred.

Wh-why…?

Her pounding heart hammered like thunder.

Why…?

It was so painful earlier… so why does it feel… good now?

Her mind teetered on the edge of surrender.

But then—the faces of her second and third sisters flashed in her mind.

No!

She jolted back to her senses.

She couldn’t give in!

If she fell completely, she might never break free from this filth.

How could she negotiate then?!

She took a deep breath, steeling herself—

But then—

Smack!

A meteorite of heavenly iron pierced the world’s core, crushing the fragile flower at its heart.

In an instant—everything collapsed.

Squelch!

The earth quaked, the seas overturned.

With its essence destroyed, the world contracted violently, trying to drag the meteorite down with it.

But—

Clenching only tangled it further!

“Aaaah—!”

Ji Yunshu finally shattered.

Her first climax.

Feeling her tremors, Ning Chen smirked.

Good. Now it’s not boring anymore.

Reviewing the old to learn the new, he struck while the iron was hot.

With real-time lubrication, overheating wasn’t a concern.

And times had changed!

Now, he only needed to fit the blade fully into the forge—the machinery inside would hammer and shape it automatically.

Slow burns had their perks. Once ignited, they didn’t fade easily.

Some things only had zero or endless times.

So Ji Yunshu, now at the summit, couldn’t climb down.

Each time, Ning Chen effortlessly sent her back to the peak.

The dam burst.

The heights were freezing.

Her entire body convulsed violently, her song of pleasure bordering on madness.

Ning Chen laughed.

Yes, this is how it should be!

An interesting person deserved an interesting body!

How could this be dull?

“This is way too fun!”

“So? Do you like your new job?”

“You can work this hard every day.” Ning Chen’s voice dripped with temptation.

Even drunk on pleasure, her face flushed and dazed, Ji Yunshu clung to her last shred of resolve.

Her lips parted, breaths ragged.

“L-Little Jin… ahh~… let… let them go.”

Ning Chen leaned in closer.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“Nngh—!”

The sudden thrust sent her legs buckling, her arms giving out as she collapsed fully onto the desk.

It took her several gasping moments before she could speak again, her voice broken:

“Y-you… already got… what you wanted… s-so… free them!”

Ning Chen raised an eyebrow.

Even now, she still holds onto her principles?

“Fine.”

He decided to humor her.

“I’ll release them right now!”

Hearing his firm promise, the tension in Ji Yunshu’s body eased slightly.

But she couldn’t see the smirk creeping onto Ning Chen’s face.

He didn’t move.

Then—

Light, quick footsteps echoed from the hallway.

A few seconds later, a petite, doll-like girl with twin buns and red-and-white robes stepped into the room.

The moment Ji Yunshu saw her—the face she loved most in this world—her eyes widened in horror, not joy.

She tried to speak, but Ning Chen filled the silence for her.

“Little Jin—AHH!!!”

“T-turn around! Don’t look! DON’T WATCH ME!!!”

Under the triple assault of sight, touch, and shame, Ji Yunshu shattered harder than ever before.

She slumped over the desk like a broken doll, twitching sporadically, her chest heaving.

She turned her face away, terrified of meeting her sister’s shocked—or worse, disgusted—expression.

Tears of humiliation streaked down her cheeks.

I’m a failure of a sister.

How can I ever face her after this?

She must think I’m revolting now…

The resentment in her heart toward Ning Chen burned hotter than ever.

Weakly, she gritted her teeth.

You bastard.

You did this on purpose.

You demon!!!