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

Chapter 52: What Bond is Deeper Than That of Father and Daughter? The Demon Father!

Liu Ruyan: “???”

What kind of outrageous words had she just heard?

Stepping forward, she saw Little Dragon Girl preparing to perform the “Crow Sits on Airplane” move.

Six eyes met.

The two inside the stone cavern also noticed the newcomer.

Ning Chen showed no trace of shame, merely sizing up Liu Ruyan, pondering her intentions.

On the other hand, Duanmu Yao’s heart raced, her desires plummeting from the clouds. She hurriedly covered herself with a blanket, instinctively tightening her body.

She was terrified, “Mas… Master.”

Not only was her mouth betraying her, but her body was also drenched in sweat.

Hearing the voice and examining the face, Liu Ruyan finally recognized the half-human, half-demon girl as the foolish disciple she had recently taken under her wing.

Indeed, she knew every corner of this dungeon; how could there be anyone else?

Though shocked by the changes in the girl’s body, Liu Ruyan didn’t immediately inquire. Instead, she coldly demanded, “Why are you here?”

“Don’t you know this is the forbidden area of our Qinglian Sect?”

“By trespassing, what punishment do you think you deserve?”

What’s going on?

Ning Chen was momentarily confused.

Wasn’t the girl sent here by Liu Ruyan, but had instead intruded on her own?

But upon reflection, that seemed impossible; the protective formations weren’t just for show.

She must have been lured here unintentionally, and now Liu Ruyan was catching her red-handed.

Ning Chen quickly pieced together the sequence of events.

Tsk, this woman, even under the influence of his slave mark, remained so cunning.

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Only Duanmu Yao foolishly believed she had done everything herself, and now she was caught!

She let out a ‘poof’ sound and immediately knelt down in terror, begging for mercy.

“Master, I was bewitched.”

“But I had no choice! I was truly forced.”

Even though Duanmu Yao had awakened the Twelve-Claw Golden Dragon Battle Body, she dared not be disrespectful to Liu Ruyan.

What did it matter if her cultivation had improved?

Her master could still crush her with a single thought.

Knowing the consequences of trespassing, Duanmu Yao didn’t wait for Liu Ruyan to speak. She began recounting her hardships and fears over the years, explaining her newly awakened talents.

Finally, she firmly expressed her absolute loyalty to the sect, even placing it above the Great Xia Dynasty.

After listening, Liu Ruyan finally understood why the girl had changed so dramatically.

But the matter of the Twelve-Claw Golden Dragon Battle Body still left her somewhat incredulous.

Although she had considered that Ning Chen’s primal yang could stimulate her potential, who would have thought it would directly elevate her to the highest level never before recorded?

A princess who had awakened the Twelve-Claw Golden Dragon.

One could imagine the upheaval the Great Xia Dynasty would face in the near future.

Actually, compared to these, she was more concerned about the risk of Ning Chen’s secret being exposed.

No matter the talent, with perseverance, there was hope of achieving the power to ascend to immortality.

This temptation was simply too great.

Once it got out, given the Qinglian Sect’s strength, there was no way to protect it.

Putting herself in others’ shoes, the dynasty would definitely intervene.

Even those ancient holy lands outside of Great Xia, with hundreds of thousands of years of heritage, would not be able to resist.

The ultimate pursuit of cultivators is immortality.

Therefore, this is an unavoidable vicious cycle.

If Duanmu Yao had only awakened a three-claw or even a five-claw dragon, it would have been easier to explain.

But twelve claws? That was simply too shocking.

Even if Duanmu Yao didn’t voluntarily reveal it, people would come inquiring about the sect’s secrets.

Sigh, in the end, it’s because the sect is too weak.

If the Qinglian Sect could dominate the entire cultivation world, what would there be to fear even if the truth were known?

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Liu Ruyan sighed, “Forget it.”

“After all… she is my disciple.”

“However, you must agree to two conditions.”

“If you agree, not only will I not punish you, but I will also allow you to come here often in the future.”

“Whatever the conditions, I will agree!” Duanmu Yao was overjoyed.

“No need,” Liu Ruyan shook her head, then her aura became imposing, subtly pressing down on the girl.

“First, regarding everything that has happened in this cell, what you’ve seen and heard, you must not reveal a single word to anyone except those who explicitly enter the cell in the future.”

“Second, before you possess enough power to overthrow the entire Great Xia Dynasty, you must not reveal your physique to the outside world, except in life-or-death situations, and only if you kill all witnesses.”

“These two conditions must be sworn upon the Heavenly Dao.”

Liu Ruyan’s tone brooked no refusal.

Duanmu Yao swallowed hard in fear; a strong sense of crisis told her that if she dared to say no or hesitate, she would surely die without a burial place.

This was the dragon’s intuition!

Her hand instantly rose.

Duanmu Yao swiftly swore two oaths that would annihilate her soul if broken.

She still had a great immortal life ahead.

She hadn’t had enough of her father’s golden purple, hadn’t grown up yet, how could she die?

Once, her identity as a princess of the Great Xia had made her proud, but in terms of a sense of belonging, that cruel fate really didn’t offer much.

At least she wouldn’t do something as foolish as starving herself for the sake of her family.

Seeing the girl agree so readily, Liu Ruyan’s expression softened considerably.

After awakening, Duanmu Yao’s talent had undergone a dramatic transformation. Such a promising seedling, she wouldn’t completely give up on her unless absolutely necessary.

Once grown, she would be the sect’s trump card. The only thing to be careful about was deepening her bond with the sect.

Regarding this.

Liu Ruyan’s eyes flickered, inadvertently glancing at the Soul-devouring Spear.

Her eldest disciple probably had more experience than she did.

Hadn’t she already started calling him dad?

What bond is deeper than that of father and daughter?

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