She stepped forward and stood beside Yue Qingling.
The little immortal is now as delicate as a begonia flower battered by a storm.
He said with a defeated expression, "Stop it, I won't cooperate with you..."
"Not cooperating? Heh, Chan Nu~"
Leng Feiran called out triumphantly.
"exist."
Yue Qingling's primordial spirit was created to serve the Qingyue Sect Master.
If Yue Qingling can't control herself, then she'll become Leng Feiran's subordinate.
"He doesn't want to cooperate with me."
"clear."
Channu mechanically activated her body's functions according to the Supreme Yang and Supreme Strength Technique.
For no apparent reason, Yue Qingling began chanting the "Ultimate Yang and Ultimate Strength Technique," the most prized spell of the Shadow Immortal Venerable, which she was now using on herself.
Damn it, Shadow Immortal Venerable! All the stuff I found in your cave is now being used by Leng Feiran!
You wait until I get out, then see if I don't dig up your grave.
For whom do we toil and struggle in this secret realm adventure?
But this rationality was also overshadowed.
He has prepared himself for death at any moment.
...
Leng Feiran said with great satisfaction, "Your adventure in the secret realm this time has been very fruitful."
Yue Qingling, regaining her senses: "..."
This is the first time I've ever heard of someone digging their own grave.
Leng Feiran rose gracefully, opened the picture of a beautiful woman, and calmly inquired.
"Fellow Daoist Huang, have you admitted defeat?"
"A demonic witch..."
Huang Xinning was already devastated. She didn't even need to guess; she knew exactly what Leng Feiran had just been doing.
"Hey, so I've become a demonic witch again? Fine then, Qingling, if your new master doesn't dote on you, I'll dote on you."
Leng Feiran put the pictures of beautiful women away again, so as not to make people feel uncomfortable looking at them.
She entered Yue Qingling's spiritual platform again.
Then, Yue Qingling began to writhe in pain on the ground.
This kind of torture is comparable to physical abuse.
“Qingling…”
Huang Xinning's heart was broken by the beautiful woman in the picture.
She seemed to have a telepathic connection, able to sense the misery of her beloved.
Leng Feiran must be tormenting his primordial spirit.
How painful that feeling must be!
But she could only look at the pictures of beautiful women; she couldn't help them in the slightest.
Yue Qingling suffered quite a bit this time. Leng Feiran seemed to be determined to teach him the consequences of running away.
Leng Feiran slowly emerged only when he was almost unconscious.
At this moment, Yue Qingling had only one thought.
He believed whatever you said, and dared not disobey anymore.
But Leng Feiran's target was not him.
She slowly stood up, took out a picture of a beautiful woman, looked at Huang Xinning whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, and calmly asked.
"Fellow Daoist Huang, what do you think now?"
"Sect Leader Leng, I was wrong. All the mistakes were my fault. Please let him go."
Huang Xinning looked helplessly at the drawing, and finally softened her tone.
Leng Feiran smiled slightly: "Then I'll make my conditions for you."
"Tell me, as long as you stop torturing him, I'll agree to anything you ask."
"Then I want the Lingjing Sect to merge into our Qingyue Sect!"
Leng Feiran said seriously.
A hint of reluctance flashed across Huang Xinning's haggard face; that was a sect with a history spanning hundreds of years.
Is it going to be ruined by her now?
But then, thinking of Yue Qingling's miserable state, she gave a helpless, bitter smile.
They're like meat on a chopping board now, ready to be cut however they want.
Given the current situation, surrender is the only option left.
Leng Feiran, you truly deserve to be called the Demon Empress of the Eastern Continent; you can even resort to such methods.
The evil cult, you have won.
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