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

Chapter 25: One Day, I Will Stand Shoulder to Shoulder with Senior Sister!

Spring flourished again, and a gentle breeze swept across the land.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Three resonant chimes echoed through space, silencing all sound.@@novelbin@@

*Verdant peaks layered one upon another, veiled in clouds and mist.

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Emerald-tiled halls stood proud, their crimson beams arching gracefully skyward.

Scattered temples adorned the mountains, and pools of clear water shimmered like mirrors.

Exotic flowers and rare grasses flourished amidst an atmosphere rich with spiritual energy, creating a celestial scene.

At the foot of the mountain, hundreds of young girls gazed at the paradise before them, their faces filled with awe.

Leading them stood a graceful woman clad in a moon-white uniform. Her attire, simple yet elegant, perfectly highlighted her figure, exuding both confidence and poise.

Raising her hand, she pointed to the grand gate ahead, marked by stone cranes holding scrolls in their beaks.

“Sisters, once you step through this gate, you will officially become disciples of the Qinglian Sect. The path of cultivation is long and arduous, so you must remain diligent.”

“Thank you, Senior Sister! We will work hard and bring honor to our sect!”

The crowd responded fervently, excitement evident on nearly every face.

This was the Qinglian Sect!

A newly crowned member of the Twelve Great Sects of Daxia!

Its leader, the Qinglian Sovereign, had defeated three Nascent Soul-level sect masters in a single battle. Her victory not only solidified her name in history but also forced the Seven Stars Sect out of the Twelve Great Sects, altering a millennium-old power dynamic.

But more than her strength and talent, her boldness inspired awe. She restructured and improved the sect’s cultivation methods, choosing techniques better suited for women. She even transformed the sect into an all-female order, dismissing most male disciples and elders.

This unprecedented decision was a first in Daxia’s history, where the cultivation world heavily favored men. Such courage won admiration across the realm.

However, this bold move left the sect in dire need of talent. Nearly 70% of its members had left, leaving many positions vacant.

The Qinglian Sovereign now had only one personal disciple, and among the elders, only the female elder, Ziying, remained.

For these newly recruited disciples, the potential for growth was unparalleled. They had the chance to rise to prominence, provided they worked hard.

Their enthusiasm was palpable—except for a few exceptions.

At the back of the group stood a young girl in a warm white, gold-trimmed dress that cinched at her waist. Her flawless skin glowed brighter than her attire, reducing the luxurious garment to a mere backdrop.

Silky long hair pulled into a bun, wearing a golden flower headdress, the tip of each stamen were embedded with pearls, exquisite and elegant modeling.

From the start, her sharp, proud gaze conveyed indifference. To her, this renowned sect seemed ordinary.

Beside her stood another girl, a stark contrast. She wore rough, patched clothing and tattered straw sandals that exposed her small toes. Her frail frame hinted at hardship, yet her chest revealed undeniable “natural talent.”

Her face, gaunt with sharp features, carried an air of quiet determination. Her deep, black eyes seemed to pull everything into an endless abyss.

Nearby stood another girl dressed in green. Though her figure was modest, it held promise, given the disciples’ ages were all under eighteen. A dark green jade pendant hung around her neck, enhancing her charm.

Her face, adorned with a vermillion mark between her brows, was as delicate as a painting. Her gentle smile radiated warmth, leaving a lasting impression.

As the leading Senior Sister began to guide them into the sect, the three girls exchanged a glance.

The white-dressed girl scoffed lightly and strode forward first, the green-clad girl following with a friendly smile. The poorly dressed girl silently trailed behind.

As they walked, the Senior Sister diligently explained the sect’s rules and landmarks.

“Our sect isn’t overly strict, but there’s one rule you must never break,” she said, her tone grave.

“Do not attempt to enter the Demon-Sealing Prison in the back mountain. It’s strictly forbidden. You may observe from afar, but only those with the Sovereign’s explicit permission can set foot inside.”

Her expression turned severe. “Some disciples tried to sneak in before. They were frozen into ice sculptures on the spot and shattered to dust by the Sovereign.”

The chilling words drained the color from several faces.

One bolder girl trembled as she asked, “What’s in the Demon-Sealing Prison that the Sovereign guards so closely?”

“I’ve never been inside, so how would I know?” the Senior Sister replied. After a pause, she added, “From the name, it seems to hold dangerous demons and evil creatures. The elders and Senior Sister often visit, likely for training and honing their skills.”

“My guess is that they use the creatures for combat practice to solidify their cultivation,” she speculated. “But since we’re too weak and unqualified, the area remains off-limits.”

“This morning, I even saw Senior Sister heading toward the back mountain. She’s probably battling some powerful demon right now.”

“Senior Sister? Do you mean Nangong, the prodigy who shone in the tournament and possesses innate divine powers?” a disciple asked excitedly.

Many of them had joined the sect hoping to follow in Nangong’s footsteps.

“Yes,” the Senior Sister confirmed. “She likely awakened her divine ability during her training in the Demon-Sealing Prison. I was there to witness the phenomenon.”

Hearing this, the girls grew even more exhilarated.

One even declared passionately, “Are the demons there really so formidable? I’ll work hard to become the Sovereign’s second personal disciple and stand shoulder to shoulder with Senior Sister Nangong!”

Meanwhile, deep within the Demon-Sealing Prison…

Women’s clothing lay scattered on the ground: boots, belts, outer robes, inner robes, undergarments, and a slim black ribbon.

The disarray painted a scene of chaos and intensity, strangely mesmerizing.

The faint light of an eternal lantern shone through a red curtain, revealing the fierce battle raging within…