The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground? Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Li Yiya’s blood clones were inferior to the originals in every way.

Liu Ruyan lacked the original’s cool, thirst-quenching allure.

Xu Qingyao was just a man-made fountain, missing the original’s natural spring-like flow and subtle fragrance.

Ji Zhiqing didn’t have the original’s rolling, mountainous curves.

Nangong Ling could only mimic the old model’s exterior, failing to replicate the internal setup.

Yu Hua just didn’t carry the sa flavor as the real deal in certain signature positions, and the closed-off “Bear II” chanism had so responsiveness issues.

Zhou Qin couldn’t produce those little pills she always thought would help resist his advances, and the soft, cotton-like texture was impossible to fully recreate through description alone.

Duanmu Yao managed to copy the physique, but her endurance and resilience were far worse—nowhere near as sturdy.

In short, each had their flaws.

Only with i, Lan, Zhu, Ju, and other ordinary beauties did Ning Chen feel little difference between the real and the fake—probably because he didn’t rember them well to begin with.

Still, Ning Chen was quite satisfied.

At the very least, they were entertaining enough to kill ti when boredom struck.

Besides, Li Yiya’s true form was a rare gem in her own right. Her unusual skin tone alone set her apart.

“Senior~, were you satisfied with this junior’s service?” Li Yiya asked, her face full of contentnt as she clung to Ning Chen’s muscular arm.

She had retracted her horns earlier to avoid tearing the bedsheets.

“Good,” Ning Chen rarely gave praise—usually, he’d just say “decent” or “not bad.”

But this ti, he had to admit it was exhilarating—especially when going one-on-five with different roles in rotation. And she had put in a lot of effort.

Encouraged by his praise, Li Yiya tightened her grip on his arm, her eyes sparkling with hope.

“Senior, may I beco your personal slave?!”

Ning Chen: “…”

This eager, huh?

He could tell she wasn’t being forced—she genuinely wanted this.

“You won’t regret it? Once you do this, your life and death will no longer be in your hands.”

“Never!” Li Yiya answered without hesitation.

Forget the fact that refusing might get her killed by the Sect Master—she simply couldn’t give up the madness of that near-24-hour marathon.

Not to ntion the divine nectar inside Ning Chen that put even the rarest spiritual dicines to sha.

Eighteen years of bitter cultivation can’t compare to one day of pleasure.

Once you’ve tasted luxury, hardship becos unbearable.

As a regular disciple, even if she won every competition, she’d only get to enjoy this once a year.

Too short!

Becoming a personal disciple? Given her awkward status, that seed impossible—otherwise, the Sect Master wouldn’t treat her so coldly.

Compared to that, being Ning Chen’s slave was the better choice.

It might sound degrading, but the benefits were undeniable.

If she were his slave, wouldn’t she have to serve him all the ti? That ant the once-a-year rule wouldn’t apply, right?

And after spending a day with him, Li Yiya realized that aside from his otherworldly stamina, Ning Chen didn’t seem to have many demands.

Being his slave might not be so bad—in fact, it might be the best decision she ever made.

Her ruby-red eyes glead with excitent.

“Fine,” Ning Chen finally agreed.

Though he already had the Seven Attendants managing his daily life, having an extra plaything for variety didn’t sound bad.

The mont he agreed, Li Yiya acted swiftly—afraid he might change his mind.

She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her left chest, pushing down with increasing force.

Pop!

His fingers phased through her skin, sinking into her body—yet there was no bone, no heart inside.

Ning Chen was surprised but didn’t pull back. After all his experiences, he’d learned to stay calm—soone would always explain.

“Senior, this is a Blood Demon’s unique thod. I’ll offer you my Origin Blood.”

“Origin Blood is like a human’s heart—no, even more vital.”

“Even if damaged, it can regenerate, but it’s one of a kind. My Blood Clone technique relies on dispersing this blood throughout my body.”

“Now, I’ll condense it completely and give it to you.”

“From now on, even if I use Blood Clones, my Origin Blood won’t regenerate. Crush it, and I’ll vanish from this world.”

Li Yiya explained with a smile, showing no fear at having her fate in another’s hands.

If it was this man, she was willing.

In every way, she had been thoroughly conquered.

When Ning Chen withdrew his hand, a crystal-clear blood droplet, glowing crimson, ca with it.

[Ding! Blood Demon Yiya (Li Yiya) requests to beco your slave. Accept?]

A system prompt suddenly appeared.

Ning Chen paused. He had expected a lengthy ritual, but if the system could automate it, even better.

The mont he confird—

Whoosh!

The blood pearl shot into his forehead, settling in his sea of consciousness.

He could now sense that her life was his to take at any mont.

But Li Yiya was stunned.

“Senior… you even know my Blood Demon clan’s secret art?”

She could already feel the master-slave bond forming, making it impossible to even think of disobedience.

But this technique had only appeared in her mind after awakening her Netherblood Physique!

Ning Chen had no interest in explaining. Instead, he asked lightly, “Still calling ‘Senior’?”

Li Yiya blinked, then her face lit up with a sweet, submissive smile.

“Master~”

“Mn.” Ning Chen remained unmoved.

He was in a brief sage mode now—immune to such charms.

Checking the ti, he added, “Disperse your four clones and refine them back into one.”

“Understood, Master~” Li Yiya replied in a soft, obedient tone.

“…”

A strange premonition struck him.

Xu Qingyao’s real rival might have just arrived.