Chapter 155

Ji YunJing’s gaze remained fixed, as if afraid the person before her would flee.

After all, this was someone who had taken over her body, she had to know their identity.

Besides, wasn’t the Qinglian Sect supposed to be an all-female cultivation sect?

Why was there a man here?

Ning Chen was momentarily stunned by the reaction of this legal, voluptuous lolita.

He had expected her to be furious, humiliated, hurling curses and threats.

Who would’ve thought she’d be so calm?

Had his earlier… shortcut somehow broken through her defenses?

Unable to make sense of it, he simply stopped thinking about it.

“Ning Chen. That’s my name.”

“As for my identity…” His thin lips curled into a bitter smile as mischief took hold. He feigned innocence.

“Due to my unique constitution, I’ve been imprisoned in this Demon-Sealing Tower, turned into a cauldron for the entire sect.”

Ning Chen spoke the truth.

A cauldron?!

Ji YunJing was shocked. Despite its pristine reputation, the Qinglian Sect—a supposedly all-female sect—hid such filth within its walls!

So… was this man a victim?

Years of indoctrination had subtly warped Ji YunJing’s judgment, making her instinctively sympathetic toward the man connected to her.

She tried to twist her body, but the bindings were too tight. Without spiritual power, she couldn’t break free. Instead, the movements only stirred chaos within her, a mix of conflicting sensations.

Immediately, she stopped struggling, forced to let the Soul-Devouring Spear move on its own.

Her cheeks flushed slightly. “Why… are we like this…?”

“The sect’s higher-ups tied the fairy here and force-fed her a potent aphrodisiac.”

“If the effects weren’t expelled quickly, it could’ve been life-threatening.”

“They wanted someone as lowly as me to defile you.”

“I had no intention of taking advantage, but your condition was too dangerous.”

“Feverish, delirious, writhing—clearly, the drug had taken full effect.”

“I have no cultivation, no way to neutralize it with spiritual power. To save your life, I had no choice but to resort to this. In the end, those women got what they wanted! Ah, fairy, if you wish to kill or punish me, I submit to your judgment.”

Ning Chen sighed heavily, his eyes brimming with sincerity and guilt.

Though he was improvising, his acting remained flawless.

His words were a mix of truth and lies.

Deception came effortlessly to him.

While he felt slightly guilty tricking this seemingly naïve, legal big-chested lolita, he’d done far worse.

Acting on impulse was his creed.

Hearing this, Ji YunJing focused inward, assessing her body.

Indeed, despite the exhaustion and soreness, an insatiable hunger still lingered.

Had this man not helped, with her spiritual power completely sealed, she might have truly suffered.

The earlier madness must have been necessary to expel the poison.

Her cherry lips trembled as she whispered, “Th… thank you.”

Though losing her chastity left her heartbroken and conflicted, she couldn’t bring herself to blame the innocent man who had saved her.

“It was nothing. I’m just glad you don’t resent me.” Ning Chen smiled, relief in his tone.

See? She’s even thanking me.

For a moment, Ji YunJing was dazed by the man’s striking features.

But soon, she remembered something urgent and blurted out, “What about Sister QianYue?!”

“Who?” Ning Chen feigned confusion.

“The one who came with me! Have you… have you not seen her?” Ji YunJing’s heart sank.

If she had been treated like this by the Qinglian Sect, what horrors had befallen Sister QianYue, who had been far more hostile?

No, impossible!

Ji YunJing shook her head repeatedly.

A sliver of hope remained.

Sister QianYue was her guardian, a Soul Transformation cultivator! What force in the Southern Domain could possibly subdue her?

Maybe she had escaped and was recovering somewhere, preparing to rescue her?

“You mean… this person?” Ning Chen mused.

At the same time, his hand emerged from under the covers, holding a memory stone.

A light tap activated it.

A projection appeared before them.

The scene showed Ji QianYue subjected to Mefu Suba 100 lashes, candleplay, triple-pressure pleasure clamps, and more.

These were highlights Ning Chen had saved earlier—perfect for manipulation.

The sheer visual impact made Ji YunJing’s mind blank for a second.

Her eyes reddened instantly.

Sister QianYue was so proud! Over two hundred years old, she had reached the sixth level of Soul Transformation within a century. Breaking through to the Purple Mansion Realm was practically guaranteed. Her talent ranked among the best in their family, always receiving top-tier resources.

Yet now, those vile Qinglian Sect women were torturing her so casually!

The whips, the wax, the clamps—how much pain was she enduring?!

Sister QianYue never flinched, even when gravely injured on family missions. Yet now, her eyes were rolling back!

Just how much agony was she in?

“No! I have to save her!”

Frantic, Ji YunJing struggled again, but this only worsened the torment on her delicate body.

Soon, she collapsed weakly once more.

“Sigh.” Ning Chen shook his head helplessly. “Fairy, you can’t even break free from these ropes, let alone use your cultivation. They clearly planned this thoroughly.”

“Damn them!” Ji YunJing’s face flushed with rage, her cheeks puffing up.

Gritting her teeth, she hissed, “Those bastards! We came to help the Qinglian Sect, and this is how they repay us?!”

She felt like her kindness had been spat upon.

But then, Ning Chen delivered a cold, unexpected blow.

“But this is the Qinglian Sect’s sacred ground. Even their own disciples rarely qualify to enter. Since you two are outsiders, why were you here?”

That single sentence left Ji YunJing speechless.

Trespassing into another sect’s sacred ground was improper.

But hadn’t they been shocked by the Qinglian Sect’s techniques and elixirs?

That’s why they wanted to investigate.

Wait…

Even their excuse for “helping” the Qinglian Sect didn’t hold up.

It almost seemed like she and Sister QianYue were just freeloaders, meddling where they didn’t belong—then stealing sect secrets.

Hiss—

Ji YunJing sucked in a sharp breath.

Put that way… they kinda deserved this.

No!

She shook her head violently.

How could she think like that?!

Their status and stance were completely different! She had done nothing wrong!

Noticing the lolita’s shifting expressions, Ning Chen added as if struck by a thought, “Before they left, they said whether they’d spare the woman in the recording… depends on your performance.”

“My performance? What performance?” Ji YunJing was baffled.

Ning Chen hesitated, as if struggling to say it.

Impatient, Ji YunJing pressed, “What is it?!”

Steeling himself, Ning Chen replied, “They want you to keep going. Only when they’re satisfied will they send someone to stop it.”

“How could they?!” Ji YunJing’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

She had been the one to suggest infiltrating the Demon-Sealing Tower. Sister QianYue was just dragged into this—an innocent victim!

And what she was suffering was clearly far worse.

As for why Ji YunJing was so sure…

She clenched slightly, her brows unconsciously relaxing.

Mmm… That’s why.

Ning Chen remained expressionless. Even though his words sounded utterly absurd, not a single crack showed in his act.

Instead, he added gravely,

“If we stop prematurely, they might resume torturing that woman.”

The moment he finished speaking, Ji YunJing vehemently rejected the idea. “No!”

Then, she began actively rocking her hips.

“Fast! Don’t stop! Ahhh!”