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

Chapter 9: He Was Meant to Be Peerless!

Being drained for a hundred years, it was the first time Ning Chen had been thanked for something like this.

He didn’t know how to respond.

No matter what he said, it would feel strange, so he chose the cold route.

“Leave when you’re done,” he said curtly.

Pleasure, after all, was fleeting. A few moments of indulgence, and the thrill was gone.

Now, in his sage-like state, Ning Chen could easily look past the beauty in front of him without being tempted.

Hearing his words, Nangong Ling’s heart swelled with guilt.

She noticed the aloof expression on his handsome face beneath his disheveled hair and recalled their earlier intimacy. Her lips tightened with regret.

It was her fault. She shouldn’t have forced herself on her senior brother without any emotional connection.

Surely, he must despise her now.

Her master had warned her: Ning Chen’s cultivation was sealed, leaving him no stronger than an ordinary mortal. She shouldn’t have been so rough with him!

She had been too reckless, influenced by the remnants of her Heartless Sword Intent.

The more she thought about it, the guiltier she felt. She unconsciously ignored the moment when Ning Chen had flipped the situation to take control.

With a soft thud, Nangong Ling dropped to her knees on the cold stone floor. The force behind her movement was evident, her graceful form trembling slightly.

“Senior Brother, I was disrespectful earlier,” she said earnestly.

“If it helps ease your heart, I’ll accept whatever punishment you deem fit.” Closing her eyes, she prepared herself for whatever judgment he might pass.

Ning Chen was at a loss for words.

Was this her idea of an apology?

He couldn’t help but think Nangong Ling had a peculiar mix of innocence and cunning.

Do whatever you want?

As if it were that simple!

His yang energy was priceless. He wasn’t about to squander it recklessly.

Their initial encounter had already been far too generous on his part. He had no intention of offering more.

“You should leave now. I won’t say it again,” Ning Chen said firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

Nangong Ling opened her eyes, a faint sense of disappointment washing over her.

She looked at him and blurted out, “Senior Brother, can I come to see you again in the future?”

Previously, she had always looked down on dual cultivation, considering it a vile practice of sects like the Hehuan Sect. To her, cultivating immortality required sealing one’s heart and suppressing desires to achieve greater heights.

But today, she finally understood its allure. It was unexpectedly addictive.

It felt as if her past thirty years of life had been lived in vain.

Even so, Nangong Ling didn’t regret pursuing the Heartless Sword Path. It had only been a means to an end: waiting for the right person to come along so she could give her best self to them.

Now, she understood her master’s choices a little better.

The “blessing” she had received from Ning Chen had not only healed her injuries but improved her aptitude and awakened her divine ability.

It was practically a universal panacea.

No woman pursuing the immortal path could resist its temptation.

As for the one who had bestowed this blessing, Ning Chen himself must be a hundred—no, a thousand times more extraordinary!

If he could cultivate normally, he would ascend to immortality in mere years, leaving the likes of them far behind.

…

Ning Chen wasn’t surprised by her eagerness to “make another appointment.”

After all, the prestige of the Supreme Pure Yang Body spoke for itself. Even Liu Ruyan, their master, would partake reluctantly yet persistently, showing her small-mindedness.

“Doesn’t it depend on whether that woman allows you to come?” Ning Chen stated bluntly.

He was like a courtesan in a brothel—he didn’t get to choose; he just waited for patrons.

“Oh, right,” Nangong Ling murmured, snapping back to reality.

But if her master had allowed her this first visit, surely there would be a second, a third… perhaps even a hundred more, right?

The rapid progress she had experienced was addictive. Her cultivation felt stable, not hollow, and the benefits far exceeded any conventional training.

It was no wonder her master had reached the Nascent Soul stage before turning two hundred.

Though it was a slightly presumptuous thought, Nangong Ling couldn’t help but believe that, with such support, she too could reach great heights.

Feeling the chill from her knees, she lowered her gaze and realized she was still undressed.

Her delicate face flushed red, and she hurriedly covered herself with her hands.

She looked around, but her black nightwear was nowhere to be seen.

It had been thrown aside by Ning Chen earlier and reduced to ashes during the awakening phenomenon.

Left with no choice, Nangong Ling retrieved a simple white dress from her storage ring.

Fortunately, the ring was on her left hand, condensed from moonlight. Had it been on her right, it might have melted from the heat.

Even without her sword intent, Nangong Ling retained some of the carefree demeanor of a swordswoman.

Initially, she tried to dress modestly, but realizing it was impossible, she shrugged off her embarrassment. After all, they had already seen everything. What was there to hide now?

Ning Chen: Completely unnecessary.

…

“Senior Brother, I’ll take my leave now,” Nangong Ling said softly after tidying her clothes and hair.

She opened the prison gate but felt a deep reluctance to part ways.

Though they had just met, she felt as if her very soul bore his mark.

Suddenly, his clear, cool voice echoed behind her.

“Those eyes of yours—don’t keep them open all the time.”

Even with a Golden Core-level body, Nangong Ling couldn’t fully control the power of her Sun-Moon Divine Eyes. They should only be used as a last resort.

Thanks to the system, Ning Chen had a much deeper understanding of this ability than she did.

The only reason he remained unaffected was the overwhelming strength of his Supreme Pure Yang Body.

As long as the copied abilities didn’t surpass his physique’s limits, he wouldn’t experience any adverse effects.

But Ning Chen didn’t bother explaining further. He gave a brief warning and lowered the curtain between them once more.

Nangong Ling turned back, staring at the solitary figure behind the crimson silk, illuminated by the ever-burning lamp.

“Senior Brother… he was meant to be peerless.”

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