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

Chapter 30: Attack and Defense Switch – Mastering the Art of Control!

The sudden shock left Liu Ruyan momentarily blank-minded.

Uncontrollable sounds escaped from her lips.

Her trembling body arched instinctively like a prawn.

Liu Ruyan instinctively tried to resist the source, but Ning Chen’s calm voice stopped her.

“Don’t move, Master. I’m helping you here.”

Liu Ruyan was furious, suppressing the strange sensation with difficulty and panting. “You! How is this… helping…?”

Despite her words, her hands subconsciously stopped moving, unintentionally following his command.

Ning Chen tilted his head, looking completely justified.

“Why isn’t it? If you’re not used to it, then practice more. You’ll get the hang of it, right?”

Facing challenges shouldn’t mean avoidance; smiling through them is the proper way!

“You… scoundrel!” Liu Ruyan gritted her teeth in frustration.

Her elegant brows furrowed tightly, phoenix eyes shut, and lips bit hard, desperately trying not to let any shameful sound escape. But her restraint caused two trails of fragrant liquid to seep through the corners of her mouth.

It was already humiliating enough to succumb to Ning Chen’s supreme control, but to falter before a mere spiritual tool? How could she, the esteemed Qinglian True Monarch, keep her dignity?

Liu Ruyan thought she was resisting well, oblivious to how disheveled she looked at that moment.

No matter how powerful a cultivator’s body may be, soft spots remain soft.

She tried to activate her cultivation technique to resist, but her mind couldn’t even string together a complete mantra.

There was no escape. The spiritual tool’s full activation far surpassed the power output of any tools from her past life—no true celestial could endure it.

Ignoring her protests entirely, Ning Chen’s expression turned stern as he scolded her.

“Master, look at yourself! Where’s the dignity of a sect leader?!”

His tone was firm and authoritative.

“Hands on your head! Stand up straight! Chest out!”

“Ugh…” Liu Ruyan let out a weak whimper, torn between her willpower and the overwhelming sensations.

After a long struggle, she finally managed to stand, though her gaze was now clouded with confusion and something deeper.

Ning Chen stepped off the bed, circling her twice before nodding in satisfaction.

“Good. Stay like this for fifteen minutes.”

“If you dare make any sudden moves…”

Smack!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the stone chamber, followed by Liu Ruyan’s startled cry.

Seeing her instinctively flinch, Ning Chen withdrew his hand, a twisted smile of satisfaction spreading across his face.

The sensation was perfect. He’d wanted to do this for ages.

Hatred doesn’t fade; it merely shifts into uncontrollable forms.

Ning Chen never considered himself a normal person.

Rest assured, he would reclaim everything, bit by bit!

A century of humiliation could not be forgotten!

But Ning Chen didn’t rely solely on brute force. That would only allow Liu Ruyan to adapt too quickly, ruining the fun.

After a brief moment of thought, he adjusted the spiritual tool’s rhythm.

It stopped abruptly, giving Liu Ruyan a moment’s relief, only to resume right after, forcing her to continue enduring.

This time, however, it was different.

Ning Chen synchronized the rhythm with familiar, unforgettable melodies in his mind.

Sometimes slow, sometimes rapid.

Sometimes silent, sometimes intense.

Liu Ruyan’s responses followed the rhythm, varying in intensity.

Ning Chen didn’t care about her reactions.

If she acted out of line—slap!

Yet, even so, Liu Ruyan, as a Nascent Soul-level cultivator, had endurance far beyond that of ordinary people.

Surprisingly, she managed to withstand the torment for nearly fifteen minutes, stumbling but holding on.

Still, no matter how high a mountain, it has its peak; no matter how long a river, it has its end.

Liu Ruyan’s thoughts dissolved into a chaotic mess.

Her head tilted back, her mouth opened wide, and unconscious sounds resembling a beast’s growl escaped. Her body instinctively anticipated what was to come.

The vibration’s rhythm gradually slowed, decreased, and finally stopped.

But Liu Ruyan knew—this was only the calm before the storm’s final explosion!

Her jade-like figure trembled with expectation, preparing for the ultimate culmination.

However, silence lingered.

Slap, slap.

This time, it was a gentle pat on her cheek.

Liu Ruyan slowly came back to her senses, her blurry vision focusing on the smiling face of the young man before her.

“Hmm, Master seems to have adjusted quite well. The first time always requires some easing in. That’s enough training for today.”

Like a runner collapsing after a long race, Liu Ruyan’s legs gave out as she crumpled to the ground.

The smooth jade orb slipped out from her and rolled to a stop by Ning Chen’s feet.

The stone chamber, kept pristine by cleansing formations, had a spotless floor.

Ning Chen bent down, picked up the orb, and rubbed it between his fingers.

Smooth. Very smooth.

“That’s it?” Liu Ruyan’s voice trembled with disbelief—or perhaps reluctance to accept it.

Ning Chen nodded. “Yep. This method requires gradual progress. You can’t rush to the end in one go.”

Blinking innocently, he asked, “Master, is there a problem?”

“No, none at all.” Liu Ruyan let out a long breath and shook her head hurriedly, denying any issue.

“Good.”

As Ning Chen turned and walked away, jade orb still in hand, Liu Ruyan’s eyes fixated on his retreating figure.

Her folded legs instinctively pressed tighter together, the soft flesh of her inner thighs rubbing against each other.

Her heart brimmed with grievance.

This… this was too much!

She had been so close—just a little further, and she could have…

Meanwhile, Ning Chen’s thoughts were filled with smug satisfaction.

Heh.

Perfect control.

Bet you didn’t see that coming.

Settling back onto the bed, he toyed with the orb in his hand, finally addressing the reason he’d called for her.

“Has the sect’s recruitment been completed?”

“Did Ling tell you that? That guy can’t keep a secret,” Liu Ruyan muttered, annoyed.

She still thought her idea of creating a sect for women was known only to herself.

Ning Chen smirked knowingly. “So, how does Master plan to train her new junior sisters?”

Caught off guard, Liu Ruyan’s composure wavered under his gaze.

“I have my own plans. You don’t need to concern yourself with it, Ning Chen,” she replied, trying to sound confident.

Yet she didn’t dare reveal her true thoughts.

But how could Ning Chen not see through her?

He was satisfied with the confirmation. He’d see them soon enough, anyway.

With that, he casually tossed the jade tool back into her lap.

“Alright, Master, you may leave now.”

But Liu Ruyan didn’t want to go.

Her body had already been stirred.

Instead of retreating, she inched closer, a hint of awkwardness in her demeanor.

“Uh, Ning Chen, could you… stay with your Master tonight?”

Once upon a time, Liu Ruyan wouldn’t have hesitated, taking what she wanted with overwhelming force and leaving no room for refusal.

But after six years under the binding mark’s influence, the balance of power had quietly shifted.

Ning Chen glanced at the jade tool in her hands, then at her breathtakingly beautiful face, brimming with anticipation and desire.

His grin grew even more mischievous.

“Alright, but I have a small condition.”

…

“Um, Ning Chen, do we really have to put this in first?”

Liu Ruyan’s voice trembled with apprehension, tinged with a barely concealed hint of expectation.

“That’s right.”

“What if it goes too deep? Won’t it be stuck?”

“How could it? Master, you’re a Nascent Soul cultivator.”

At that moment, the system chimed to announce the arrival of midnight.

That night, tensions reached their peak.