Chapter 125
Chu Ning felt like the world had gone mad.
If the world wasn’t insane, then she must be.
Was this something the aloof, dignified sect master would do?
Were these words the cold, reserved senior sister would say?
Was this even a proper sect?!
Qinglian Sect?
More like the Joyous Union Sect!
She suddenly felt like she’d stumbled into a den of wolves—was it too late to run?
Her heart pounded with unease, but she knew better. After what she’d just witnessed, leaving unscathed was impossible.
And yet… the earlier words had taken root in her mind.
Her lashes fluttered as she covertly glanced at the Soul-Devouring Spear, which required both women’s combined efforts to wield.
This thing could cure the side effects of her innate ability?
How?
She had no clue. But despite her confusion, she instinctively covered herself with her hands and slowly rose to observe.
Ning Chen noticed the wheat-skinned woman’s shift in demeanor but said nothing, waiting for the right moment to pour his offering.
Liu Ruyan, sensing the pulse, perked up eagerly and accepted every last drop.
Recently, she’d discovered that A’Chen’s nectar had changed in flavor—like aged, cellar-stored wine, intoxicating and impossible to resist.
So now, before any serious business, she always begged for a taste.
Of course, whether he allowed it depended entirely on his mood.
Today, luck was on her side.
(If only no one had interrupted, it would’ve been perfect.)
After swallowing the last drop, Liu Ruyan’s face bloomed with satisfaction.
This was nourishment for both body and soul.
She slowly withdrew the half-sheathed sword, meticulously cleaning it before licking her damp lips with lingering delight.
Her glistening eyes lifted to meet Ning Chen’s, and only after his nod did she rise, rubbing her sore knees.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she adjusted her half-slipped robes and crossed her arms, eyeing the now fully exposed Chu Ning with a frosty glare.
“The last time I saw you, you were just an outer disciple at Qi Refining, weren’t you?”
Despite having just witnessed the sect master’s… indecent behavior, Chu Ning still felt deep reverence.
“Yes,” she answered honestly.
Liu Ruyan’s eyes narrowed. With a flick of her sleeve, she snapped, “Only inner disciples who meet the requirements may enter the Locked Demon Tower! How dare you defy sect rules?!”
A crushing pressure filled the air.
Trembling, Chu Ning dropped to her knees, opening her mouth to explain—
SMACK!
A sharp cry of pain cut through the tension.
Liu Ruyan’s imposing aura shattered as her body jerked like she’d been electrocuted.
Rubbing her stinging backside, she turned to glare at the man leisurely retracting his hand.
“Enough. Who gave you the right to speak here?” Ning Chen’s voice was cold, brooking no argument.
Out there, she was the sect master. Here? She wasn’t even fit to sit at the table.
Nan Gongling had gone through the trouble of bringing him a woman who might hold the Fire Spirit Seal, and now Liu Ruyan wanted to throw her weight around?
Her authority!
“A’Chen~” she whined, but when he remained unmoved, she huffed and climbed onto the bed, settling cross-legged in an empty spot.
Beneath her lower abdomen, a dark golden slave mark stood out starkly against her snow-white skin.
Chu Ning’s heart sank further.
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
If I’ve offended the sect master, how can I survive in the sect from now on?
But if I blame the eldest senior sister, I’ll be dead either way!
Her gaze flicked back to Ning Chen.
Both the sect master and senior sister obey him without question… Is he the true power behind the sect?
Chu Ning wasn’t worldly, but her instincts were sharp—otherwise, she wouldn’t have survived alone all these years.
If I can win his favor, even the sect master won’t dare touch me.
With space now available, Nan Gongling acted swiftly.
Pressing her palm to the Sun Dragon Mark on her wrist, light erupted around her, encasing her in a streamlined, translucent armor—her Power Mode, the form with the highest endurance and her current preferred battle state.
Wrapping her arms around Ning Chen’s neck, she settled into his lap.
Direct assault on the fortress!
The contrast between the armor’s hardness and the softness beneath was intoxicating.
Ning Chen had never been able to resist this duality. Gripping the separated plates at her waist, he pressed down.
Pop!
Splash!
Like a submarine expelling excess air, the descent was smooth.
Clearly, Nan Gongling had prepared for deep diving long ago.
……
What followed left Chu Ning utterly overwhelmed.
On one side, the sect master cultivated amidst strange phenomena.
On the other, two figures lost themselves in ecstasy.
The eldest senior sister’s usually composed voice morphed into something unrecognizable, and Chu Ning’s breathing grew ragged in response.
The fire inside her, momentarily suppressed by the sect master’s earlier scolding, now roared back fiercer than ever. Heat waves radiated two meters around her.
Good news? No clothes left to burn.
Bad news? Chu Ning felt like she was about to combust.
And this wasn’t the usual heat she could vent—this clung to her bones, impossible to shake.
Her mind grew hazy as the symphony of pleasure crescendoed.
Her gaze, once sharp, now glazed over.
Senior sister’s emotions are so intense… Does it really feel that good?
Unconsciously, Chu Ning’s legs fell open.
Her hands drifted downward, knocking at the door.
Her eyes widened slightly.
Strange… but not unpleasant.
And… it actually seems to help?
She tried again.
And then—
She got stuck.
She’d never paid attention before.
Who knew the door had a doorbell?
Every press sent tremors through her very soul.
Ning Chen noticed her fumbling and nearly laughed.
This desperate?
Her fire really is out of control.
Guess she does need cooling down.
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