The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 76
Chapter 76
On the training square of the Qinglian Sect, the morning session had just ended.
“Farewell, Deacon.” The female cultivators, scattered like drizzle, stood up and bowed to the departing Plum Blossom Deacon.
A delicate-looking Qi Refining realm girl glanced around and, seeing a mature-looking woman beside her about to leave with the crowd, quickly caught up with a sweet and crisp voice.
“Senior Sister, why are there so few people attending the morning session today?”
The mature female cultivator stopped and, seeing the newcomer, returned a friendly greeting, explaining softly, “Haven’t you heard, Junior Sister? The spatial rift within the Great Xia territory seems to be opening ahead of schedule in half a month.”
“The sect is organizing a team tomorrow to join forces with other major sects to suppress it. All cultivators above the fifth level of Foundation Establishment are required to go. The senior sisters must be preparing, so naturally, they don’t have time.”
“So that’s why,” the girl chuckled playfully. “Sorry, I just joined the sect ten days ago and didn’t know much. I went into seclusion right after receiving the Qinglian Chongyang Pill two days ago.”
“It’s fine.”
“Elder Ji’s Qinglian Chongyang Pill is truly exceptional. I’ve never seen any other pill at this stage with such strong cultivation-boosting effects!” the mature female cultivator praised.
“Exactly, that’s why our sect has developed so rapidly.”
“Unfortunately, my talent is mediocre, and I’m only at the third level of Foundation Establishment, not qualified to join this expedition.”
At this point, her voice carried a hint of regret.
Nine years ago, the entire sect was terrified of the spatial rift because most members were at the Qi Refining stage or scattered low-level Foundation Establishment, naturally lacking confidence.
But now, the situation is completely different.
She even regretted not working harder in her cultivation, missing the chance to gain experience this time.
Slaying demons and returning would allow direct exchange for the next stage of the Qinglian series secret techniques and the Qinglian Chongyang Pill!
“The spatial rift sounds dangerous. Can the senior sisters handle it?” The girl’s face showed concern.
Hearing this, the mature female cultivator felt as if she had heard a joke.
She shook her head helplessly.
“Junior Sister, it seems you really don’t understand.”
“Understand what?”
“Never mind,” the mature female cultivator sighed. “Let me explain it to you properly.”
“Thank you, Senior Sister.”
“Alright.”
“The sect now has twenty to thirty disciples at the early Golden Core stage, quite formidable, not inferior to those top twelve sects ranked above us. Some of similar rank are even weaker than us.”
“Not to mention the four direct disciples. Even the top-ranked Yuan Tan Academy probably can’t find anyone as strong among their disciples.”
The mature female cultivator spoke slowly.
“Direct disciples? Who are they?”
“First is naturally our Qinglian Sect’s head disciple, the first disciple under the sect master—Nangong Ling.”
“Born with innate divine abilities, her eyes can release the brilliance of the sun and moon, see the finest details, and are indestructible. Her swordsmanship is also exquisite, invincible in battle, and she won the championship in the last Three Thousand Sects Grand Competition.”
As she spoke, her face showed reverence.
The reason she joined the Qinglian Sect was to follow in Nangong Ling’s footsteps!
Pausing, she continued, “Four years ago, Senior Sister Nangong had already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage. Her current strength is unfathomable, and few of her peers can last more than a few moves against her.”
“And...”
...
Far in the direction of the sect master’s hall, in the back mountain.
The former Demon Prison’s entrance had disappeared, replaced by a towering, majestic pagoda that overlooked the entire Qinglian Sect from its highest point.
In the luxurious room on the top floor, on a custom-made round bed with a radius of five meters.
Nangong Ling, whom the mature female cultivator claimed had few peers who could rival her, was disheveled, utterly humiliated, and decisively defeated.
Her face flushed, breathing heavily.
“Th-thank you, Senior Brother, for the lesson.”
“Hmm.” Ning Chen made a Z-shaped movement, quickly dismounting.
He turned to the three women waiting in line, “Next, who’s up?”
“Me!”
...
“Wow! Senior Sister Nangong is so strong!” the delicate girl exclaimed.
Seeing this, the mature female cultivator chuckled and shook her head.
“That’s just one of them. The other three senior sisters are equally impressive.”
“Take Senior Sister Yu Hua, the direct disciple of the Grand Elder. Though she doesn’t have any innate divine abilities, through hard work and talent, she has reached the Golden Core Perfection stage.”
“Moreover, Senior Sister Yu has mastered all the Qinglian Sect’s secret techniques and integrated them seamlessly. In terms of actual combat ability, she’s on par with Nascent Soul cultivators.”
“I’ve seen her in action, and the scene was truly...”
“Though Senior Sister Yu seems cold and has a quirk of not liking people standing behind her, she’s actually very kind. If you happen to meet her and ask for advice on cultivation, she patiently points out the key issues.”
...
Thud! Thud!
A low-cut, moon-white and blue-edged outfit became wrinkled, semi-long black hair danced wildly, the woman lowered her head, hands gripping the bed’s edge grooves tightly, turning bone-white, barely resisting the onslaught from behind.
She loved this position!!!
Over nine years, Yu Hua’s once slightly immature body had fully developed.
Her face became more refined, easily recognizable from her past.
Though not very tall, her proportions were excellent, with legs accounting for seventy percent of her body, revealed through the split skirt, gleaming white like deadly curved blades.
But the most striking feature was her ample bosom.
Yu Hua embodied the saying “slender branches bear heavy fruit.”
Now, her front was torn open, swaying upwards.
Her nipples visibly sprouted, breaking through, dazzlingly bright.
...
“Then, after this sect’s expedition to the spatial rift, I must seek Senior Sister Yu Hua’s guidance,” the delicate girl said eagerly, then asked, “What about the other two? Who are they?”
“One is Elder Ji’s direct disciple, named Zhou Qin. Elder Ji is our sect’s honored elder and the Medicine Pavilion Elder. Naturally, Senior Sister Zhou, as her disciple, is extraordinary. Her fire techniques are superb, and her alchemy skills are masterful. It’s said she can now refine pills beyond her cultivation level.”
“Perhaps because she spends time helping Elder Ji with alchemy, her cultivation has been delayed. She’s currently at the eighth level of Golden Core, but considering her age, she’s still a rare talent.”
Pausing, the mature female cultivator added, “As for the last one, she’s the second direct disciple under the sect master—Duanmu Yao.”
“Just from her surname, you can probably guess her background, so I won’t elaborate.”
“Her cultivation, for some reason, is a notch below the other three, only at the first level of Golden Core, even inferior to other senior sisters who have reached the Golden Core stage.”
“But don’t underestimate Senior Sister Duanmu. She’s a rare female body cultivator, with an incredibly strong physique and a special spiritual energy protection method. Ordinary magical tools and spells at her level are like tickling her.”
The girl was surprised, “A female body cultivator? Wouldn’t that make her bulky?”
Imagining herself turning into a gorilla from cultivation, she shuddered, finding it unacceptable!
“No, quite the opposite,” the mature female cultivator shook her head. “Strangely, Senior Sister Duanmu hasn’t become bulky over the years but has grown more petite, like reverse aging. Her skin looks smooth and delicate, not at all like a body cultivator, yet she can easily overpower others.”
“That’s the gist of it. Each of the four senior sisters has her strengths, but they’re all top talents among the younger generation. With them leading, they’ll surely inspire other senior sisters to bravely slay demons!”
“Indeed,” the delicate girl agreed.
She said excitedly, “Each of them is so strong. If they unite, I can’t imagine who could be their match!”
“Exactly.”
...
“Giving up so soon?”
Ning Chen discarded the defeated Yu Hua, curling his lips.
After all these years, still no improvement.
Failing to address this weakness, she’s just a pretty face.
His dragon sniper doesn’t get honed over time.
Instead, after fully adapting and molding to his shape, resistance only weakens. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
His gaze turned to the two eagerly waiting women, especially the smallest one, his expression slightly serious.
After all, as the famed Twelve-Claw Golden Dragon Battle Body, he had to show some respect, but only that, as he possessed it too.
“You, come at me together.”
Though he said so, his eyes lingered more on the petite girl.
Her black hair was tied into a youthful and lively topknot.
Her face was tender, as if one could squeeze water from it.
Dressed in a white and gold robe, resembling a high-slit cheongsam but more intricate and luxurious, made of moon-white brocade with gold threads, with open-shouldered, light gold cloud-patterned long sleeves.
Due to her overly young bloodline, over nine years, Duanmu Yao’s appearance and figure had regressed, matching her bloodline’s age.
Now, she looked no older than an eight or nine-year-old child. Though she wouldn’t regress further, returning to her previous state was almost impossible.
With dragon blood inside but a human exterior, her bloodline defaulted her current form as her transformed state. Without special influence, she would remain this way forever.
Duanmu Yao grinned, humming lightly.
Then, dragon horns sprouted on her forehead, her eyes turned vertical, and her teeth sharpened.
Ning Chen raised an eyebrow.
Using dragon transformation to enhance physical strength?
Not a bad choice.
But it didn’t end there. Duanmu Yao excitedly shouted, “Junior Sister, unleash our passionate combo move!”
“Sigh.” Behind her, a graceful, upright woman with a poised demeanor and a striking figure sighed lightly. Several pink pills appeared in her palm.
Duanmu Yao grabbed them all, swallowing them, then charged forward on her dainty lotus feet, half the size of Ning Chen’s hand, shouting some outrageous, rebellious words.
Ning Chen’s eyes narrowed.
Thus...
“Wuwuwu! Father! I was wrong!”
Glancing at the now obedient, pleading daughter.
Finally, Ning Chen looked at Zhou Qin, who had somehow hidden in the farthest corner behind him.
“Your turn.”
Gulp.
Zhou Qin couldn’t help but swallow.
Soon, with the highest pitch of a nightingale’s song abruptly ending.
All four direct disciples were defeated!
