Since the system could be fooled, it meant future missions could have their difficulty lowered or rewards increased.
Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh!
But now, the most important thing was to go out and give his little sister a massive surprise.
As the saying goes, one must use “force” to convince people; only when the fist is big and hard enough can one truly use “reason.”
The exit vortex appeared before his eyes, emitting a blinding white light.
Ling Huan reached out and was immediately pulled inside.
The next second, a petite white foot was swinging toward his chin.
It seemed to lack force, but only Ling Huan knew better!
That small foot could shatter his jaw!
But Ling Huan didn’t panic.
Having fought Yin Luoling for twenty days, he had mastered the control of distance.
Even if an attack came from a Yin Luoling filled with killing intent, he could dodge by a hair’s breadth.
How much easier was this instinctive kick born of panic?
His hand reached for the small foot, his body leaning back slightly.
His chin and the foot passed each other by a mere millimeter.
Yin Luoling froze, clearly not expecting Ling Huan to dodge.
She felt that because she was sitting in a chair, it was hard to exert full power, making it impossible to deliver a killing blow, but it should have at least shattered his jaw!
But… he dodged?
That moment of shock was exactly the opening Ling Huan needed!
Ling Huan’s right hand shot out like a bolt of lightning, accurately snapping onto the delicate, fair foot.
His fingertips brushed against her fine, cool skin.
He could feel the slender bones of her ankle, but he didn’t hesitate!
Applying slight pressure with his wrist, he didn’t use spiritual power to stabilize the force of her kick; instead, he relied purely on physical strength.
Ling Huan didn’t let go of Yin Luoling’s ankle.
Instead, he slid his hand up her calf and firmly pinned her knee!
He wanted to prevent her from pulling her leg back.
Simultaneously, Ling Huan closed the distance.
His left hand precisely gripped Yin Luoling’s other wrist, forcefully pinning the arm she was trying to raise.
Yin Luoling instinctively tried to struggle, but the disparity in strength made it extremely difficult.
However, Yin Luoling was no fool.
She wasn’t the type of idiot who insisted on competing in a domain where she was disadvantaged.
She took a deep breath, her entire body tensing up, and suddenly threw herself backward.
At first glance, it looked like she was trying to use the momentum of falling back to break free from his restraint — a desperate and frantic move that anyone would see as a useless struggle.
Sure enough, as she fell back, Ling Huan took the bait!
He immediately followed her down, intending to maintain his suppression and give her no chance to escape.
Little did he know, this was part of Yin Luoling’s tactics.
She centered her breath.
The spiritual power that had been chaotic from her struggling instantly smoothed out.
She didn’t surge her Qi toward her pinned arm to force him off; instead, she let the spiritual energy flow backward through her meridians.
It bypassed the blocked joints and gathered entirely at the root of her tongue, quickly solidifying in her mouth.
Then, she spat —
“Pah!”
With a crisp, sharp shout, she flicked her tongue.
That ball of highly compressed spiritual energy instantly transformed into a needle as fine as a cow’s hair.
It carried a sharp whistle as it pierced the air, shooting toward Ling Huan’s eyes without warning!
While not fatal, it would definitely blind him!
He couldn’t possibly dodge this unexpected attack!
To make the needle faster, she had specifically compressed its volume.
She wanted to catch her opponent off guard!
By relying on this move, Yin Luoling had gained the upper hand in many close-quarters battles.
Even old monsters fell for it, let alone a pampered playboy like Ling Huan who spent every day in luxury!
To her utter surprise, Ling Huan suddenly tilted his head.
The spiritual needle grazed past him!
‘What?!’
Yin Luoling turned pale with shock!
This move of hers had failed before, but most people survived by tanking it with spiritual energy.
Only Ling Huan… had actually relied on his own reaction speed to dodge it?
Ling Huan didn’t give her time to be shocked.
Using the momentum from dodging, he pressed his body downward!
His left hand pinned Yin Luoling’s shoulder, pressing her upper body against the cold floor.
His right hand still gripped her wrist, and with a twist, he forced her right arm straight.
Meanwhile, his legs wrapped around her waist like iron pincers.
His right leg pressed against the base of her thigh while his left leg hooked over her knee, crossing to lock her in a solid triangle.
Just as Yin Luoling tried to roll and struggle, she found her body firmly fixed in place, unable to move at all.
She could clearly feel Ling Huan’s knee pressing precisely under her elbow joint.
With just a little more force, her arm would be snapped!
“Ugh!”
A muffled groan escaped her lips.
Her small face instantly flushed red before the color drained away, leaving her pale.
She twisted her body desperately, spiritual energy surging wildly inside her, trying to gather it in her locked arm.
However, she found that Ling Huan’s lock was incredibly precise, perfectly obstructing the nodes of her spiritual flow.
As soon as the energy gathered, it was dispersed by the pressure of the lock, making it impossible to form an effective counterattack.
Her other hand was pinned against his chest by Ling Huan.
Her nails dug into his robes, but she couldn’t even scratch his skin.
Her legs were locked, and her kicks lost all power.
Her waist was squeezed tight, making even breathing difficult.
‘I… I can’t move?’
A wave of disbelief surged in Yin Luoling’s heart, her eyes wide with shock.
She had struggled on the brink of death countless times and had vast combat experience.
She had even encountered many body cultivators, but she had never seen such a bizarre technique!
No explosion of spiritual energy, no assistance from magical treasures — relying solely on the entanglement and pressure of limbs, he had managed to lock her down completely.
It left her with no strength to use, forcing her to passively endure the pain radiating from her joints.
Seeing Yin Luoling’s pale face, Ling Huan felt quite smug.
Those twenty days of simulated training really hadn’t gone to waste!
He had suffered quite a bit from that hidden mouth-projectile move before!
And as expected of himself, even after so much time, this ground-based armbar was still fast and steady.
Back in his previous life, his teacher had praised him, saying that if he practiced hard, he would surely become a first-class grappling master.
Yin Luoling bit her lower lip hard, glaring at him stubbornly, killing intent still lingering in the depths of her eyes.
‘Uh oh!’
That look was all too familiar!
It meant this girl was ready to fight for her life!
But!
This wasn’t a death match where a winner had to be decided through slaughter.
He could only suppress her for a moment.
As for winning a fight… though he was unwilling to admit it, he truly couldn’t beat her in a real battle.
However… if it came to trickery, he would definitely win.
Just as Yin Luoling was prepared to sacrifice her arm to gather spiritual energy for a battle of attrition, Ling Huan suddenly let go.
“…?”
Yin Luoling was confused.
What did he mean, she lost?
Besides, this wasn’t about winning or losing; it was a fight to the death!
She wanted to argue, but… she really had lost.
If Ling Huan had intended to use that bizarre technique to strangle her or wear her down, she could have fought to the death.
But if he was stopping now… the soft heart of her past self would prevent her from striking.
‘Damn it…’
In that regard, she had indeed lost this round.
Tonight, she wouldn’t be able to prove to her past self that the Ling Huan of this life deserved to die.
Ling Huan saw her dissatisfaction and immediately said, “I haven’t even used spiritual energy yet. What do you think would happen if I did?”
‘So what? At worst, my arm breaks. You can have it!’
Just as Yin Luoling was scoffing internally, a book was suddenly thrust in front of her.
“What a shame. I originally intended to give you this cultivation technique if you could beat me, so you could be one step closer to your revenge. But I didn’t expect my little sister to be so weak.”
‘Heh, a cultivation technique?’
‘What top-tier techniques haven’t I, Yin Luoling, seen before? Just because you’re a petty — ‘
But when Yin Luoling saw the words on the book, she froze in place.
“Qi Refining Scripture.”
This was the legendary manual in the Immortal Realm.
Even a fragment could cause countless powers to go to war… and it was actually in Ling Huan’s hands?
No, impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
How could such a technique appear in a place like this?!
Yin Luoling didn’t believe it.
She snatched it away and flipped it open immediately.
She had managed to grab a few fragments herself; she would know if it was real as soon as she looked.
She didn’t believe Ling Huan could —
But as she flipped through the pages rapidly, her disdain was replaced by shock.
Her hands began to tremble, and her breathing became heavy.
It was… real… It was exactly the same as the fragments she had stolen!
It matched perfectly!
If she had this technique, her cultivation speed… could practically be described as soaring!
Within 300 years, reaching the Nascent Soul stage or even breaking through to the Soul Transformation stage would be easy!
If she could return to the Immortal Realm… she was confident she could be the first to seize the Laws of Time right in front of those old fogies!
She had to have it!
This would do more than just cut her recovery time in half!
She had to get it!
Suddenly, Ling Huan yanked the book back, pulling it right out of her hands!
“Oh? It looks like you want it~”
Seeing Ling Huan’s wicked grin, Yin Luoling immediately said coldly, “Hmph, it’s just an ordinary technique — “
“Alright, alright~ From the look on your face, it’s obvious you want it! Stop playing dumb.”
Yin Luoling couldn’t argue… after all, she had indeed lost her composure just now.
This was the consequence of her internal conflict; her body would instinctively reveal what her heart was thinking, completely outside her control.
“What… do you want me to do?”
“Isn’t the answer obvious? My dear sister, give me your foot.”
…
Ling Huan smiled. With that smug and lecherous expression, she didn’t even need to think about what he wanted to do with her foot.
He definitely wanted to humiliate her further and defile her feet!
He wanted to ruin her reputation!
“This book is very important to you, right? I heard from the teacher how important a Foundation Establishment technique is if you want to avenge your parents. A good technique can make Foundation Establishment and future cultivation twice as effective with half the effort. Just letting big brother massage your feet to get such a great technique is a super bargain!”
Ling Huan’s voice was light, like a feather constantly tickling her heart.
“Pah! You pervert! You lecher!”
Yin Luoling cursed loudly, but her burning gaze revealed her desire.
She stared fixedly at the ancient book in Ling Huan’s hand, her throat moving as she swallowed subconsciously.
She knew all too well what a good Foundation Establishment technique meant.
It was the most critical stepping stone on her path to revenge.
It was the only shortcut to escape her predicament and become stronger.
But the price was to cast aside all her pride and dignity, allowing this Ling Huan to humiliate her…
No… she wasn’t even afraid of death, so why should she fear losing her dignity?
What use was pride?
In any case, she was destined to die in this life.
Let this lecher defile her for a while… what did it matter?!
If anything, it might be better to let Ling Huan defile her!
Perhaps if she was defiled, her past self would gladly accept the idea of killing Ling Huan.
‘Besides, if he doesn’t keep his word, she could just kill him then, right, little Luoling?’
Yin Luoling muttered to herself internally.
Having made her decision, Yin Luoling sat on another chair, panting heavily for a while.
Then, she slowly lifted her bare foot — her toes were tensed, and her arch was curved like a fully drawn bow.
Her face was a mask of humiliation, hatred, and disdain.
“You better… keep your word!”
Looking at the foot Yin Luoling extended, Ling Huan gave a faint smile.
“I only just thought to ask — why aren’t you wearing shoes? The soles of your feet are dirty.”