The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 51 - You Have More Than One Mouth!

Chapter 51: You Have More Than One Mouth!

Ning Chen: “…”

She called him Father.

What else could he do?

Of course, he had to forgive her.

After all, in the world of cultivation, there was a sacred rule: “Dodge the attack, but never scold the one who calls you Dad.”

And honestly, when it came to bloodline strength, he was probably more of a father to Duanmu Yao than her actual father.

He had a Twelve-Clawed Golden Dragon Battle Physique—her biological father? He might not even have a Five-Clawed Dragon Bloodline.

With an air of absolute authority, Ning Chen nodded.

“Mm. Get up. Just don’t let this happen again.”

He gave her a light slap on the butt—a small warning, nothing too serious.

“Yes! Yes! Daughter will never dare again!”

Duanmu Yao jumped to her feet, thrilled, as if a massive weight had been lifted from her heart.

As long as he didn’t send her away, nothing else mattered.

As for calling him Father?

Sure, it was a little embarrassing.

But humiliating? Not at all.

Her status as the Ninth Princess of Great Xia?

Her pride?

What were those compared to a Twelve-Clawed Golden Dragon Battle Physique?!

From the moment her physique awakened, she felt a deep, instinctual longing to stay close to Ning Chen.

As if she had always belonged to him.

No matter what he called her, it all felt natural.

If he wanted her to call him Father, then she would.

As she pondered this, her gaze unintentionally locked onto the Soul-Devouring Spear in front of her.

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The lingering scent in the air made her swallow hard, as if she had just caught the aroma of the most delicious meal imaginable.

She was hungry.

A newborn dragon craved nourishment with urgency!

Noticing her gaze, Ning Chen let out a helpless chuckle and beckoned her over like he was calling a little puppy.

“Father!”

Duanmu Yao immediately rushed over, her body soft and boneless, pressing herself against him as she offered up the delicate “keepsake” for him to admire.

Her exquisite yet slightly youthful face was filled with affection and longing.

Her small dragon tail wagged rapidly, expressing her delight.

Ning Chen wrapped his fingers and palm around the keepsake, using his thumb to lightly rub the surface.

With a fair and objective assessment, he commented:

“Mm. A bit too thin. You need proper nourishment.”

Hearing this, Duanmu Yao’s golden dragon pupils shimmered with pure greed.

“P-please… Father, bestow your blessing upon me!”

“Mm.” Ning Chen nodded slightly.

Her attitude was good—she needed to keep it that way.

He released his grip and instead caressed her face, guiding her toward the Soul-Devouring Spear.

With a gentle press on the back of her head, he gave her his command.

Duanmu Yao instantly understood.

Her face lit up with joy as she eagerly began to savor her meal.

Ning Chen chuckled softly, his fingers running through her silky yet slightly disheveled hair.

What a greedy little dragon.

He wondered how much nourishment it would take to fully raise this juvenile bloodline into its mature form.

But in the end, he had already decided—he would nurture this “daughter” into a fully awakened Twelve-Clawed Golden Dragon.

Because this kind of pure-blood suppression was practically as effective as a slave seal.

If he could accumulate more bloodline bonds, absolute obedience would follow naturally.

For his own people, Ning Chen was always a little lenient.

After all, he was the type to have a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

“Why are you all standing here?”

Xu Qingyao descended from the sky, intending to relax inside, only to find two figures lingering at the prison gates.

“Elder Xu! We don’t know why, but we can’t get in!”

Juju and Xing Servant looked worried.

Today, it was their turn to serve.

Originally, they were supposed to switch shifts last night, but the Sect Master personally ordered a delay.

So they had hurried over early in the morning, only to discover that they couldn’t get close to the prison entrance no matter what they tried.

“Oh? That’s interesting. Let me try.”

Xu Qingyao’s interest piqued.

But the moment she approached, she felt something off.

A formation was in place.

This… was Senior Sister’s work?

Realizing this instantly, Xu Qingyao abruptly stopped, unwilling to make a fool of herself.

With a charming smile, she remarked, “Looks like Senior Sister is inside. Just wait a little longer.”

“Oh! So the Sect Master is inside?”

Juju and Xing Servant suddenly understood and stopped complaining.

However, at that moment—

“Why are you all standing here?”

A cold and familiar voice sounded from behind them.

Turning around, they saw Liu Ruyan.

“Greetings, Sect Master!”

The women immediately bowed in respect.

Liu Ruyan nodded slightly in acknowledgment before continuing, “Now answer my question.”

She had sensed someone interfering with the formation, which was why she came to check.

“The Demon-Sealing Prison’s door won’t open. We can’t get inside.”

Hearing this, Liu Ruyan frowned.

It wasn’t that she forgot about the formation—

But it should have been deactivated by now.

She had set it up so that the moment someone exited, the formation would automatically dissolve.

It should have been instantaneous, yet someone kept trying to break it manually.

At first, she thought she had accidentally trapped that foolish disciple inside.

But if the problem was external, then that meant—

Duanmu Yao was still inside.

Her expression turned icy.

How many hours had it been?!

Didn’t that idiot know how to control himself?!

With a flick of her sleeves, she dispelled the barrier.

“Stay here. Don’t move. I’ll be back shortly.”

Without hesitation, she strode into the prison.

The special candles she had prepared had long since burned out.

As she moved, she silently restored the original everlasting candles in the prison halls.

Her drug acted quickly, but it also dissipated just as fast—

As long as it wasn’t inhaled, it would fade away completely.

So now, apart from a lingering faint fragrance, no evidence remained.

Within moments, she reached the entrance to the stone chamber.

But just before she stepped inside, she heard—

“F-Father… this… slurp~ this is… slurp~ so delicious!”

“Look at you, so greedy. What, like you’re starving? If it’s good, then eat more. Hurry up, eat till you’re full.”

“But… but my mouth is sore…”

“You have two more, don’t you?”

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