The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground? Chapter 46 - Pink Candlelight—A Path of Spring Fever!

Chapter 46: Pink Candlelight—A Path of Spring Fever!

Rumble!

Seeing the massive doors about to shut again, Duanmu Yao swiftly activated her movent technique and darted inside.

Liu Ruyan’s lips curled into a playful smile.

Perfect.

The fish was in the net.

Sorry, but now that Duanmu Yao had acknowledged her as master, there was no turning back.

Liu Ruyan had never been a kind person.

With a flick of her delicate wrist, she laid down an isolation formation in front of the dungeon, ensuring no one could enter or interfere.

To prevent any unexpected disruptions, she had even dismissed Ah Chen’s attendants and added so… special preparations inside the dungeon.

A faint, almost feverish blush tinted her flawless features.

She rubbed her thighs together slightly.

Hopefully, Ah Chen would like the gift she had prepared for him.

If he rewarded her, that would be even better.

Beneath her robes, the imprint of servitude darkened another shade.

With her desires temporarily sated, Liu Ruyan’s figure vanished into the night.

The mont the stone doors sealed shut—

Fwoosh!

A series of candles along the descending staircase ignited one after another, casting a flickering glow into the pitch-black corridor.

“Huff… Huff…”

Heavy breathing echoed from both sides.

Duanmu Yao tensed, her nerves on high alert.

She turned her head and found rows of prison cells flanking the passage, spaced at regular intervals.

Inside each cell were all manner of fierce, terrifying demon beasts.

But oddly enough, they were all fast asleep.

“Do demon beasts really sleep this soundly?” Duanmu Yao muttered internally.

As a royal princess, she had never undergone true combat training. The only spirit beasts she had ever encountered were those thoroughly tad by the imperial family—the kind that would kneel the mont they saw her. She had never paid attention to such trivial things as their sleeping habits.

Treading carefully, she ventured deeper.

Every single beast remained in an unnaturally deep slumber—sleeping even sounder than pigs.

Sothing felt off.

Besides that, she noticed an unusual pattern: every few pairs of red candles, there would be a pair of grayish-white ones.

Curious, she leaned closer and took a whiff.

A faint, peculiar fragrance lingered in the air.

“So this Monster Prison really is just a place to confine spirit beasts?”

Disappointnt flashed across her face.

Surely, she wasn’t expected to practice combat against these terrifying creatures, right?

She wanted to improve her cultivation, not her battle skills!

Yet, as her gaze traced the corridor stretching downward, vanishing into an abyss of darkness, she swallowed hard.

The passage still continued.

Didn’t that an there was more to this place?

Since she had already co this far, she might as well explore everything before making a decision.

Ti blurred as she pressed on.

Gradually, the dungeon cells disappeared, leaving only a narrowing corridor.

A suffocating pressure filled the air, making the space feel unnervingly claustrophobic.

Yet, instead of feeling fear, Duanmu Yao felt a surge of excitent.

There was still a path ahead!

That could only an one thing—there was more to discover!

She quickened her pace.

Unbeknownst to her, her legs had begun to feel strangely weak.

Further down, the candlelight changed again—this ti, the flas burned a soft, rosy pink.

A sweet, intoxicating scent filled the air, even stronger than before.

As she walked, her breathing grew heavier without her noticing.

Eventually, she stopped.

She tugged down the black cloth covering her face, gasping for air.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she unfastened the front of her robe slightly and fanned herself.

“Why is it getting so hot the deeper I go?”

“Didn’t they think about ventilation when they built this dungeon?”

A hint of irritation crept into her thoughts.

But for the sake of whatever opportunity lay ahead, she gritted her teeth and pressed forward.

“Mmh…”

“Ahh… hmm…”

A soft, almost imperceptible sound drifted through the dimly lit corridor.

Duanmu Yao unknowingly began letting out soft moans as she walked.

The flickering firelight cast a warm glow on her delicate, palm-sized face, making it appear flushed. Yet, she assud it was rely due to the cramped space and stifling heat.

However, as an unfamiliar sensation gradually took hold of her body, she found herself at a loss. Desire stirred. Even though her undergarnts were made of the softest fabric, the slightest friction as she moved sent shivers down her spine.

She had never felt anything like this in all her years. There were no words to describe it—only that beyond the sharp stimulus, there was an inexplicable allure. Why? Why did her body react this way when it got too hot?

Growing up in the palace, she had knowledge of relations between n and won, but only in the most detached, theoretical sense.

As for other indecent matters, she knew nothing. Having never faced such an overwhelming situation, she was utterly bewildered. She forced herself to keep walking.

“Ah!” A startled cry escaped her lips. No, this wouldn’t do. She couldn’t move—any slight motion would inevitably lead to friction. Hesitation flickered in her eyes.

Yet, curiosity overpowered sha. Tear—! Cool air brushed against her skin. Against her snow-white complexion, a single flush of red stood out—delicate yet resilient. Her skin had grown so sensitive that even the slightest change in temperature made her tremble.

At last, she could move again. But after only a few steps, she halted once more. Why… was it damp? She reached down, her fingers confirming the mortifying truth. Ah! When had this happened?! — And so, she stumbled forward, stopping and starting in a daze.

Her thoughts grew more and more scattered, her body stirring in ways she couldn’t control, her voice becoming less restrained. She had no idea how long she had been walking, but the mont she spotted a brighter light ahead, she instinctively moved toward it.

— **Ding!** 【Congratulations, Host! You have successfully completed seven years, ten months, and four days of secluded cultivation. You have earned 112,350 experience points, now stored in your experience pool.】

Hearing the system’s announcent, Ning Chen let out a bored yawn as he glanced around his room, which had already been tidied up by seven maids.

Didn’t Liu Ruyan say she had a surprise for him tonight? Why wasn’t she here yet? He had assud the surprise would be her finally allowing him to explore her body further—sothing he had been looking forward to.

Yet, he’d been waiting all this ti for nothing. Could this so-called “surprise” be her standing him up? The next ti they t, he swore he’d shove his underwear over her face to teach her a lesson.

As he entertained the thought of payback, a series of soft, broken cries reached his ears from outside. What kind of noises were those? Ning Chen frowned and turned his head. Monts later, a nearly half-naked young girl staggered in from the stairwell and collapsed onto the floor, struggling to get back up.

Ning Chen: “???” What in the world was going on?