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

Chapter 50: Teaching the Little Dragon Girl Humility!

How did he do it?

Ning Chen tilted his head, thinking.

If the process took longer and he produced more, wouldn’t that solve the problem?

After a pause, he simply said, “It’s always been this way.”

Ning Chen had no idea how he awakened the Supreme Yang Saint Physique. He had been reincarnated into this world, yet in his past life, he was just an ordinary person.

Maybe it was because his home planet’s “cosmic mother” couldn’t bear to see her child wandering alone?

Otherwise, why else would he have been granted such an overpowered physique?

Always been this way?

Duanmu Yao was shocked.

Could this really be the hidden secret of the sect’s forbidden Demon-Sealing Prison?

Then what about the Sect Master, the Grand Elders, the Senior Disciples who had been here before?

Did they know?

Or worse—had they already…?!

She didn’t dare to imagine further.

Wasn’t Qinglian Sect supposed to be a righteous sect?

“Enough.” Ning Chen’s voice snapped her out of her chaotic thoughts.

“Since you’re done dealing with your own matters, it’s time we discuss ours.”

“Ours?” Duanmu Yao blinked. “What do you mean?”

Heh.

Ning Chen let out a cold laugh.

“If I recall correctly, you were the one who threw yourself at me last night.”

“And now, after waking up, you act all high and mighty, even threatening to kill me?”

She had initiated it?!

Duanmu Yao froze.

Her memories of last night were hazy at best.

She only remembered walking deeper and deeper into the Demon-Sealing Prison, as if there was no end in sight.

At some point, her consciousness cut off.

Could it be…?

A sudden realization struck her like lightning.

Could it be that her latent Golden Dragon Bloodline had sensed an awakening opportunity and instinctively driven her to do what she did?!

And now, after gaining so much, she had turned hostile and even tried to kill him?!

“I’m sorry! It was all my fault! You can punish me however you see fit!”

SLAP!

A sharp smack rang out as Duanmu Yao slapped herself hard, filled with remorse and guilt.

She deserved to die!

This man was practically a divine treasure!

She should be doing everything to please him, not offending him!

Some people truly had unique thought processes.

But Ning Chen wasn’t someone who forgave easily.

He wasn’t going to let her off that easily.

With a smirk, he spoke in a calm yet dismissive tone:

“No need for you to do anything. Just never appear in front of me again.”

“No!”

“You can’t!”

Duanmu Yao desperately shook her head, ignoring whether she was dressed properly or not.

She lunged out of bed, grabbing his arm tightly, her voice nearly pleading.

“I know I was wrong! Please… please… I beg you, don’t…”

As a proud princess of Great Xia, she had never acted like this before.

Yet, she still did it.

She knew that even with all the resources of Great Xia at her disposal, she would never be able to fully develop her battle physique on her own.

Earlier, when she was awakening the Twelve-Clawed Golden Dragon Physique, she had instinctively realized—

His essence was the ultimate nourishment for her bloodline growth.

Just like how a human infant needed milk to grow properly!

And right now, she could feel it.

That same aura was radiating from him—deep, vast, and overpowering.

Like…

Like a father’s presence.

Her body refused to move against him.

This was bloodline suppression.

There was no doubt about it.

He had the same physique as her.

No—his was above hers!

Maybe…

Maybe his bloodline was the very reason she inherited hers?

Otherwise, how could this be explained?

Duanmu Yao’s pride and anger completely vanished.

Her eyes now held reverence and gratitude.

But Ning Chen remained indifferent.

He shook her off, his tone mocking.

“Admitting fault?”

“You call that an apology? Standing half-up, half-down like that?”

She didn’t even sound as sincere as she had last night when she was begging for mercy.

Kneel?

Duanmu Yao immediately caught on.

Without hesitation, she straightened her posture and knelt properly on the bed.

But after everything he had already seen and done, Ning Chen remained unmoved.

Still unsatisfied, he waved her away.

“Just leave. Kneeling like that barely counts.”

“Senior… it’s all my fault! Please forgive me!”

For the first time in her life, Duanmu Yao bowed her head, her royal arrogance completely gone.

She collapsed to her knees, her forehead pressed to the bed, her palms flat on the ground.

A perfect posture of submission.

As she bent forward, Ning Chen finally noticed—

A tiny golden dragon tail had grown from the base of her spine.

It swayed anxiously from side to side, mirroring her unease.

She really had become a little dragon girl now.

A small, amused smile flickered across Ning Chen’s face.

He stood up, lifted his foot—

And stepped on her head, pressing it down until it couldn’t go any lower.

“Ah—!”

Duanmu Yao let out a soft yelp, panicked for a moment—

But then went still, not daring to resist.

She adjusted herself to match his pressure perfectly, not daring to move even a millimeter too much.

Ning Chen walked around behind her, grabbing her dragon tail out of curiosity.

Soft fur, smooth scales—an excellent texture.

“Mmm…”

Duanmu Yao’s body tensed immediately.

The moment he grabbed her tail, it was like an electric current shot through her, spreading from her spine to every inch of her body.

Her legs buckled, her stomach pressed flat against the bed, and her hips instinctively lifted high.

A perfectly submissive posture, resembling an animal in heat.

“You called me the wrong thing.” Ning Chen spoke lazily.

“I’m not your ‘senior,’ and I don’t want to be called that either.”

This proud little dragon girl needed to be properly tamed.

She had to learn the meaning of humility.

Duanmu Yao’s brain turned to mush.

Not ‘senior’?

Then what should she call him?

Feeling the powerful, overwhelming presence behind her, so familiar yet dominating, she bit her lip.

Her misty, teary eyes trembled as she hesitated before whispering—

“F-Father… Father Lord?”