“Sufficient?”

Qin Lan’s vermilion lips curved slightly, revealing a smile of myriad charms. It was a far cry from the image of the reliable, dignified Senior Sister that Han Lie had initially formed of her.

For Han Lie, however, this wasn’t difficult to understand. In a demonic sect like the Heavenly Void Sect—especially for someone who had attained the Nascent Soul stage like Qin Lan—it was impossible to be as simple as one appeared on the surface.

“But… how can you prove to me that you can make my cultivation progress faster?” Qin Lan scrutinized Han Lie, her gaze sharp and probing.

“Dual Cultivation,” Han Lie uttered the two words calmly.

Qin Lan wasn’t surprised by the suggestion. She merely shook her head slightly. “Within the sect, disciples who practice Dual Cultivation methods are not uncommon. However, the cultivation art I practice is solitary. It is not a Dual Cultivation method.”

She paused, her eyes narrowing. “Therefore, traditional Dual Cultivation would not provide any boost to my cultivation. It would be a waste of time.”

“Senior Qin Lan, it is difficult for me to explain the specifics, but I can guarantee with my life that even without a specialized method, it will be effective.” Han Lie met her gaze with absolute confidence. “If you don’t believe me, why not give it a try first?”

“Hehe. When it comes down to it, you just crave my body, don’t you?”

Qin Lan’s beautiful eyes shifted, a teasing glint appearing within them. “However… on the other hand, I am also somewhat interested in your body.”

She stepped closer, her scent enveloping him. “Then let us try. We shall see if Dual Cultivating with you can truly aid my progress as you claim.”

If she weren’t interested in Han Lie physically, given her status, she would never have entertained so much interaction with a mere Servant Disciple. This was the reality of the cultivation world. Even disciples of righteous sects wouldn’t deign to associate with servants, let alone here in a demonic sect where virtues like kindness and benevolence were practically non-existent.

Han Lie nodded, indicating he had no objections.

Without hesitation, Qin Lan grabbed Han Lie’s collar and dragged him toward the spacious inner chamber of her residence.

“Quickly. Help me undress,” Qin Lan ordered, pulling him toward the large bed with impatient urgency.

Good, good! Han Lie appreciated such directness.

He reached out, intending to gently undo the clasps of her robes. However, the moment his fingers brushed the fabric, Qin Lan grabbed his wrist.

“No need to be so gentle,” she whispered, her voice dropping an octave, thick with sudden heat. “Just tear it off. Forcefully. Isn’t that better?”

“…”

Han Lie was momentarily stunned.

Recovering quickly, he complied. He grabbed the fabric at her collar and pulled hard.

Rip!

The sound of tearing silk echoed through the room. Qin Lan’s outer robes were instantly rent in two, revealing the snow-white, jade-like skin beneath without obstruction.

“Yes… this is the feeling!”

Qin Lan’s pretty face flushed a deep crimson, her eyes misting over with immense excitement. “In this aspect, I prefer being treated violently. Command me. Ravage me. Torment me with every method you can think of!”

She looked up at him, her breath trembling. “As long as it satisfies me completely!”

What the hell?!

Han Lie’s pupils dilated in genuine shock. Who would have thought that Qin Lan, who usually presented the image of a calm, authoritative Law Enforcement Hall senior, harbored such a hidden, intense preference?

Han Lie didn’t have any specific kinks in this area himself, but he was adaptable. If this was the price of protection, he would pay it.

It had to be said—Qin Lan’s appetite for roughness was intense.

Several times, Han Lie thought his performance was already sufficiently aggressive, yet in Qin Lan’s eyes, it was still too gentle. She practically begged for more force.

Han Lie had no choice but to increase the intensity. He began to use degrading titles and harsh commands—words that even he found somewhat shameful to speak. Yet, these very words seemed to be the fuel that ignited Qin Lan’s soul.

Only then did he barely manage to satisfy her twisted preference.

This woman is a complete pervert, Han Lie thought, even as he lost himself in the sensation.

After several hours of intense battle…

The room was filled with the heavy, intoxicating scent of musk and sweat. Qin Lan lay amidst the ruined bedding, looking flushed, excited, and still somewhat unsatisfied.

For Han Lie, this battle was a novel experience. It was exhausting, exhilarating, and slightly depraved. As the saying goes: one takes on the color of one’s company. Han Lie had a premonition that if he engaged in Dual Cultivation with Qin Lan a few more times, he might eventually be corrupted by her influence.

However, the results were undeniable.

Qin Lan truly lived up to the title of a Nascent Soul old monster. After this session of clouds and rain, Han Lie absorbed a significant amount of pure Yin energy from her, causing his own Golden Core cultivation to surge noticeably.

Simultaneously, nourished by Han Lie’s special pure Yang energy, Qin Lan’s realm showed obvious signs of loosening.

She focused inward and gasped. Compared to before, the luster of the Nascent Soul infant residing within her dantian had become significantly brighter. Her spiritual power had increased by a margin that would usually take years of meditation to achieve.

“How is it? Senior Qin Lan, I didn’t lie to you.” Seeing her expression of surprise and delight, Han Lie spoke with a faint, satisfied smile.

“There is indeed a very obvious effect.”

Qin Lan smiled, a flush still on her cheeks, as she rose and sat boldly on Han Lie’s lap. Her slender, snow-white jade arms wrapped around his neck, savoring the afterglow of the pure Yang energy circulating in her meridians.

“Your Yang energy is very special,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming. “It offers terrifying benefits to female cultivators. This must be the main factor allowing my cultivation to improve so noticeably.”

She leaned in, whispering into his ear. “It seems your body harbors an astonishing secret. However, you needn’t worry.”

“I won’t imprison you or claim you solely for myself. But… in the future, when I need your help to improve my cultivation, you must come.”

Qin Lan likely knew about the relationship between Han Lie and Zhuo Hongyi. If Han Lie were to disappear suddenly, Zhuo Hongyi would probably search the entire sect frantically. Qin Lan didn’t need that kind of unnecessary trouble.

“I am happy to serve Senior,” Han Lie replied, his hands resting on her waist. He paused, then asked, “Senior… shall we continue?”

“Hmm… we cannot continue now.”

Although her body still craved more of his pure Yang energy, Qin Lan’s expression suddenly shifted. Her senses, far sharper than his, had detected something.

“The Hall Master of the Overlord Hall is on his way!”

Helplessly, she rose from his lap. With a wave of her hand, fresh robes flew from her wardrobe. She began to dress quickly, though her movements carried a hint of reluctance.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Han Lie hurriedly put his own clothes back on.

Within moments, they were both fully dressed and composed. They walked out to the courtyard pavilion where they had sat earlier, waiting quietly as if nothing had happened.

Shortly after.

Whoosh.

An aged figure descended from the sky, possessing an immortal-like demeanor. His hands were clasped behind his back, white hair flowing down his shoulders, and a long pale beard extended all the way to his abdomen. He exuded majesty and steadiness, yet beneath the surface lay a suffocating sense of danger.

This person was precisely the Hall Master of the Overlord Hall—Old Ghost Black Sha!

“Junior Qin Lan pays respects to Hall Master Black Sha.”

Qin Lan rose, bowing respectfully and cupping her hands. Behind her, Han Lie followed suit, keeping his head low and clasping his fists.

Old Ghost Black Sha stroked his beard, smiling kindly. “Elder Mei Yu has taken a good disciple indeed! It has been decades since we last met, yet you have already attained the Nascent Soul stage. Truly, it makes This Senior envious!”

Qin Lan maintained her respectful posture. “Hall Master Black Sha flatters me. This junior was merely fortunate, receiving heaven’s favor during outside training to barely attain the Nascent Soul stage.”

She paused, then looked up calmly. “May I ask the purpose of the Hall Master’s visit to my humble abode today?”

“Hmm…”

Old Ghost Black Sha did not answer immediately. Instead, his gaze shifted, bypassing Qin Lan to land squarely on the figure standing behind her.

Han Lie stood there quietly, observing the conversation with outward calm.

But the moment those ancient eyes locked onto him, Han Lie felt a sudden surge of extreme danger welling up in his heart like a gushing spring. Instantly, every hair on his body stood on end!