Chapter 133
Since Li Yiya first became the top inner disciple after the rule change in the competition and was exceptionally promoted to a personal disciple, only one additional person had filled the final training spot in three years.
The enhancement from the “Jade Nectar” was simply too overpowered—it was always a cycle of one group stepping down just as another took their place.
Teams of three, alternating between generations, made it impossible for those below to break in.
So, in the eyes of the ordinary disciples of the entire sect—including these twenty-eight female cultivators—the past top performers of the inner sect competition were lofty, untouchable geniuses.
Of course, this didn’t include personal disciples—the gap there was even more insurmountable.
Yet these women, who should have carried themselves with pride, were now shamelessly fawning over the man before them, as if they were devout worshippers revering their enshrined deity.
It was a sight that shattered both vision and soul.
Even the two personal disciples and the elder present showed no surprise, as if this scene was entirely expected.
Thud!
Buzz—
For a moment, even the fiery-tempered female cultivator who had initially been outraged began to waver.
Could dual cultivation with this man really have such miraculous effects?
Surely not—wait, could it be that both—no, all the personal disciple sisters had gained their current strength this way?!
The twenty-eight female cultivators stood frozen, as if under a paralysis spell, unable to look away.
But this was only the tamest part of what followed.
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Under the joint efforts of Lin Chun, He Xiaoxiao, and four other women, the scene quickly descended into chaos.
Ning Chen suffered the most, losing the majority of his “equipment.”
After a round of jealous bickering, Lin Chun—the highest in cultivation—acted decisively, gripping the “dragon’s head” tightly to prevent being thrown off by the ensuing battle.
Seeing that Lin Chun couldn’t handle the Soul-Devouring Spear alone, a short-haired, sharp-eyed woman quickly knelt to assist, polishing the shaft from the side.
Her snow-white peaks, hidden beneath cyan-blue silk, pressed tightly against Lin Chun’s own as she leaned in.
Another woman, her hair in a single spiral bun and her figure slightly plump, took position on the right.
The fragrant hills wrapped in cherry-pink satin soon collided into the fray.
Lin Chun, having long worn her “new attire,” had originally swayed freely, unsupported.
But now, sandwiched between left and right, they were squeezed back together, trembling as if truly clothed.
With no space left below, the remaining three women had to improvise.
The gentle-faced He Xiaoxiao quickly grabbed Ning Chen’s hand, then reached behind to untie the strings of her garment.
The cyan-green silk slid down her delicate skin, releasing the slumbering beast that had been suppressed—now leaping out like a tiger from its cage.
He Xiaoxiao was, indeed, not small.
“Senior Brother~, do you think I’m kind-hearted?” Her lips curled in a smile as she deliberately arched her back, as if flaunting her assets.
In any other sect, with her looks and figure, He Xiaoxiao would have been worshipped as a gentle goddess, the dream of many weak-willed male cultivators.
Yet now, she willingly degraded herself, offering everything just to hold his attention a little longer.
Ning Chen gave a perfunctory squeeze and delivered an indifferent verdict: “Passable.”
That was all.
It couldn’t be helped—he was used to feasting on delicacies fit for emperors.
Even a dish as exquisite as this, perfect in shape and color, was nothing more than a light appetizer to him.
Not as big as Xu Qingyao, not as small as Duanmu Yao.
Not as skilled in drinking as Tantai Yu, nor as explosive as Chu Ning.
Even in rarity, it couldn’t compare to Yu Hua’s sealed crevice.
Simply put—mediocre.
Just an E at best.
Ning Chen’s “passable” left He Xiaoxiao slightly disappointed, but when he covered her again, warmth flooded her heart.
As long as Senior Brother is willing to take a bite, that’s enough.
Her beautiful eyes gleamed with determination.
From now on, she would nurture her strengths—nightly massages, consuming rare spiritual ingredients to enhance her flavor and appearance, striving to go from “passable” to “not bad!”
Meanwhile, the other woman holding his hand lacked confidence—because she was too shameless.
Heaven had blessed her with a seductive face but skimped on the matching accessories, only slightly better than Senior Sister Duanmu.
After some thought, she avoided the heart and instead guided him to watch the tide, even asking for his help in reshaping the landscape.
Ning Chen obliged.
But the moment he began his inspection, the dam burst, drenching him in an unexpected downpour.
Ning Chen’s lips twitched.
Well, that’s one way to contribute.
The last woman was someone Ning Chen barely remembered—likely a third-wheel in past encounters, never staying long enough to leave an impression.
Panicking over the lack of available positions, she suddenly lay down before him and began a live demonstration of self-liberation.
Ning Chen: “…”
Impressive.
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Time passed, and the hardworking Lin Chun suddenly stiffened, her cheeks puffing as her eyes lit up with excitement.
Gulp, gulp.
Only after swallowing every last drop did she reluctantly withdraw from the battlefield, her face radiant with joy.
That didn’t even take fifteen minutes!
She’d profited!
After licking her lips, Lin Chun beamed. “Thank you, Senior Brother, for bestowing your techniques.”
Ning Chen merely nodded.
Lin Chun happily moved to an open space, sitting cross-legged to meditate.
The twenty-eight female cultivators watched with curiosity.
If they weren’t mistaken, Senior Sister Lin had just gained something from that man!
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The remaining five women snapped out of their daze upon hearing Lin Chun’s words.
Had they just helped their rival instead?!
Damn it!
The seductive woman who had shown Ning Chen the tide regretted it the most.
Because direct contact counted toward the time limit.
All that effort digging the dam—wasted!
What a loss!
She should’ve held back and gone straight for the real deal!
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From then on, though the five still competed, they kept a closer eye on each other.
The next victor was unexpected—not the two closest, but He Xiaoxiao, who used sheer momentum to shoulder the others aside and claim her position, gripping the weapon with both hands.
This time, the remaining four stepped back, letting her perform solo.
Hmph! These sneaky foxes!
He Xiaoxiao cursed inwardly but rejoiced at being second.
However, without assistance, doing this alone would take forever.
She couldn’t afford to waste time.
Her ranking had narrowly lost to Lin Chun, placing her fourth—and disciples fourth through tenth only had one day of trial time.
She had to pull out all the stops to maximize gains!
With that in mind, He Xiaoxiao untied her sash, letting her exquisite robes slip away as a dreamy smile curled her lips.
Straddling him, she aligned herself, pressed lightly, then secured her stance, arms wrapping around him.
Her watery eyes gazed lovingly at Ning Chen.
“Senior Brother~”
“Hm?”
“Catch me!”
The moment she spoke, her legs gave out—free-falling.
“Torrential Strike of the Meteor Spear—Shatter Demons, Quell Storms, Split the Torrent, Calm as Still Water.”
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