Investment Return System, Start by taking Demon Empress as a Disciple

Chapter 42: Yanran's Devotion to Serving the Master

Before the Heavenly Dao Hall, Leng Yanran repeatedly exerted herself, launching the Heavenly Demon Finger towards her master with all her might, only for her master to effortlessly neutralize her attacks.

After each interception, Chen Daoxuan would provide guidance on the flaws in her previous strike. Leng Yanran took her master's words to heart, and as she unleashed the Heavenly Demon Finger, its power became increasingly formidable.

However, despite expanding her Qi Sea by a hundredfold through the Chaos Heavenly Demon Scripture, her energy reserves were still insufficient for such high-intensity consumption. After almost a hundred uses of the Heavenly Demon Finger, Leng Yanran was drenched in sweat, and her Qi Sea was nearly depleted.

But her master didn't call a halt, and she had no intention of stopping either. How could she shrink back from an opportunity where her master personally guided her?

Determined, she clenched her teeth and channeled the last trace of her spiritual energy to her fingertips, attempting to unleash one final Heavenly Demon Finger.

Unfortunately, she had underestimated the energy consumption of the Heavenly Demon Finger. How could that scant spiritual energy be enough? Before she could execute the technique, her energy was fully depleted, even overdrawing slightly.

Leng Yanran's body went limp, and she stumbled forward, almost falling.

With a sense of shame, she closed her eyes, not wanting to witness the disappointed expression on her master's face when he saw her disheveled state.

However, after waiting for a moment, instead of the expected pain from hitting the ground, she felt a warm sensation enveloping her. It was comforting and assuring, and the scent... it was truly delightful.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and upon opening her eyes, her suspicions were confirmed—she was in her master's embrace.

"Master... I'm truly useless."

Leng Yanran's voice was muffled, her face buried deep into her master's chest. She felt the powerful rhythm of his heart and couldn't tell if her embarrassment stemmed from shame or another inexplicable reason.

"The Heavenly Demon Finger consumes a substantial amount of energy. You were able to use it over seventy times, which is already quite remarkable.

"At your current realm, the Heavenly Demon Finger is more than sufficient to suppress any formidable opponent. With over seventy uses, you could easily defeat as many Profound Sky Realm cultivators. That's quite impressive.

"So, there's no need to worry."

Chen Daoxuan didn't notice anything amiss; he simply spoke the truth about Leng Yanran's current strength.

Finishing his words, he glanced down at the precious bundle in his arms. Only then did he realize the surge of warmth, but he immediately suppressed the rising sensation. After all, this was his disciple!

Chen Daoxuan swiftly quelled the inner turmoil, but a subtle urge still lingered. Seeing Leng Yanran completely depleted of her spiritual energy after executing the Heavenly Demon Finger over seventy times, her body strained by the excessive burden, she was on the brink of collapse.

Thus, Chen Daoxuan acted decisively. He deftly encircled her waist with one hand and supported her legs with the other, lifting her up against his chest as he walked towards the main hall.

"Um…"

Taken by surprise when Master suddenly embraced her, Leng Yanran let out a soft exclamation. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her forward. She lowered her head, speechless.

What could Master possibly be doing?

If Master desired, Yanran would comply!

However, if she were too forward, would Master think she lacked modesty?

Leng Yanran's nose twitched, catching the pleasant scent from Master's body. Lost in her thoughts, her mind drifted away, her face growing warmer. She ultimately hid her face in Master's chest, trying to conceal her embarrassment.

Soon, Chen Daoxuan carried her into the main hall, arriving at the room she had chosen. With a thought, the doors automatically swung open, and Chen Daoxuan, his steps steady, approached the bedside.

Leng Yanran felt her heartbeat quicken, her head growing dizzy.

"Master... Yanran is willing to serve Master…"

Perhaps due to a combination of nervousness, heightened pulse, and dizziness, Leng Yanran unconsciously murmured her thoughts aloud, revealing her innermost desires. As the words left her lips, she froze, wishing she could slap herself twice.

How frustrating! How could she blurt out her innermost thoughts? What if Master misunderstood her intentions? This could end up terribly!

However, amid her turmoil, Leng Yanran's anticipation grew. How would Master respond?

Clearly caught off guard by her sudden confession, Chen Daoxuan paused momentarily, then gently laid her on the bed.

"With your current exhaustion and depleted spiritual energy, do you have the strength to serve me? "Simply lie down. I'll take this opportunity to help you clear your meridians and eliminate any latent issues from before the Void Sky Realm."

Chen Daoxuan let out a wry smile, silently lamenting his disciple's incessant thoughts. She was so weakened that he had to carry her into the room, yet she still wished to serve him, offering tea and massages, was it? Well, today he'd be the one serving his disciple.

He would help her properly stretch her meridians and remove the lingering issues from before the Void Sky Realm.

Observing the bewildered expression on his disciple's face, Chen Daoxuan shook his head, sighing inwardly. What on earth was she thinking?

She was almost too weak to stand, and yet here she was, wanting to serve him. He repeated in his mind: She's my disciple, she's my disciple. I'm only helping her clear her meridians, nothing more. Don't overthink it, don't overthink it…

After a moment, he managed to suppress the rising impulse. He inwardly sighed and thought, "Indeed, she possesses the natural charm of someone who has cultivated the Chaos Heavenly Demon Scripture. Even without deliberately employing seduction techniques, she radiates such irresistible allure."

If he, her master, felt this way, what about others? He realized he would have to provide his disciple with some cards up her sleeve to protect herself from ill-intentioned individuals.

Without further hesitation, he gestured and conjured a ball of spiritual fluid from the Spirit Pool Hall. It hovered in the air without a single drop falling. He followed this by conjuring a slender branch, about the length of his forearm, covered in tea leaves. With another thought, the tea leaves and branch transformed into fine particles, merging into the spiritual fluid.

"Oh, right, fetch a Washing Marrow Pill for me."

As he reached out to retrieve the pill himself, Chen Daoxuan suddenly paused, realizing that his disciple had a unique method of hiding things. He decided to let her retrieve the pill from the special spot herself.

Leng Yanran retrieved a jade bottle from her silk garment and placed it on the bedside table, then buried her face deeply into the bedding.

She was mortified!!!