Chapter 134
Originally, He Xiaoxiao had planned to go all out—speed and force at maximum—for a quick resolution.
But she had overestimated herself, overestimated a body starved for a year.
The initial success was immediately met with a counterattack so overwhelming her vision whited out, eyes rolling back.
Just one move—and she was already in the clouds!
Even as her body screamed in protest, her subconscious screamed louder: “You only have one day!”
Without delay, she began moving.
The second floor was vast—so much so that echoes carried.
Soon, the unnameable sounds of the Demon-Sealing Tower’s second floor reverberated, lingering like an unshakeable melody.
The twenty-eight inexperienced female cultivators, who had only vague notions of dual cultivation, felt their hearts sprouting weeds—and their brains about to short-circuit.
Their lips parted in shock.
This… this is incredible!
Senior Sister He—how is she handling it?!
Is this what dual cultivation is?!
Their eyes followed the rhythmic motions, unable to look away.
Just as a yawn spreads, so does arousal.
Breaths grew heavier, cheeks flushed deeper.
Some, more sensitive by nature, already felt strange stirrings, unconsciously tightening their thighs.
…
Before they knew it, half an hour had passed.
He Xiaoxiao’s expression had long since shattered, her body limp like soaked clay.
Begging for the Jade Nectar?
That thought had long been pounded out of her.
Now, only one idea remained:
Combat… feels good.
But what she thought was her limit was merely Ning Chen’s first gear.
A total waste of time.
In the end, Ning Chen had enough. Lifting the “large platter,” he manually shifted gears.
Five rapid shifts later, he floored it.
Once done, he unceremoniously dumped her aside, leaving her twitching like a shocked fish, a tiny stream trickling out.
If you’re weak, train harder!
The remaining four women’s eyes gleamed, eager to sub in.
But then—
Buzz—
Even with the formation absorbing excess energy, an invisible pressure radiated from Lin Chun, who had been meditating, sweeping across the room.
The ordinary disciples froze, their gazes snapping toward the source.
Behind Lin Chun, a miniature phantom of herself slowly formed—chubby and childlike, resembling a newborn, yet emanating an overwhelming aura.
Nascent Soul!!!
The female cultivators were all stunned.
Unlike the woman currently entangled with Ning Chen, who was more exhilarated, the twenty-eight onlooking novices were utterly shocked.
From Golden Core perfection to Nascent Soul—though it seemed just one step away—the difficulty was far greater than advancing from the first to the tenth layer of Golden Core!
Hadn’t Senior Sister Lin only recently broken through to Golden Core perfection?
And now she was advancing again—directly?
Was her talent truly this exceptional?
Some found it hard to believe.
But soon, they realized a crucial point.
Wait—
Senior Sister Lin only began cultivating after receiving… something from that man’s Soul-Devouring Spear!
As if confirming their suspicions—
He XiaoXiao, who had barely recovered, staggered to her feet, carefully scraping up the spilled Nectar of Immortality with her fingertips.
While sealing the original passage, she cautiously licked her lips.
Yet her mood was far from pleasant.
Because clearly, things had gone overtime!
After refining this, she had to readjust her condition first!
With that thought, He XiaoXiao didn’t even bother covering herself, immediately sitting cross-legged nearby to meditate.
The twenty-eight female cultivators watched with burning intensity.
They saw it!
It was white!
Both Senior Sister Lin and Senior Sister He only began cultivating after being… injected by that rod!
So… could it really be true?
Though their hearts already held suspicions, they remained hesitant.
But as the saying goes—
Time will tell.
Watching Ning Chen effortlessly dismantle the remaining four senior sisters’ defenses, seeing them enter cultivation one after another upon recovering, and witnessing their cultivation rise—some from Nascent Soul first layer, others from Golden Core perfection—
The twenty-eight female cultivators were finally convinced.
This man before them was the true reason behind their senior sisters’ rapid advancement!
And the core of their trial!
After finishing his rounds, Ning Chen noticed Duanmu Yao and Chu Ning fidgeting eagerly nearby.
He twitched his lips and waved them off impatiently.
“What are you two causing a fuss for now? Go rest upstairs. Eat whatever you want. Someone will call you when it’s your turn.”
Hearing this, the six women who had already refined their gains and exited cultivation couldn’t help but feel envy.
Was this the privilege of being a direct disciple?
Sigh… If only their own talent met the standard!
Duanmu Yao pouted, ready to whine.
“Daddy—uh, I mean, Eldest Brother! Nooo~ I wanna go first! I won the trial—seven whole days!”
She nearly slipped up but caught herself just in time.
Yet this time, her usual tricks failed miserably.
Ning Chen’s face turned cold.
“You know you have seven days. Should everyone else just wait for you?”
“Behave.”
Duanmu Yao shrank back, intimidated—but her bratty mouth instinctively twitched, ready to argue.
Luckily, Chu Ning reacted swiftly, clamping a hand over it and hastily assuring Ning Chen,
“Don’t worry, Eldest Brother! I’ll keep Senior Sister Duanmu in check!”
“Mn.” Ning Chen gave an approving nod.
No sooner had he dismissed the two direct disciples than the six women—now addicted to the taste—swarmed him again.
But Ning Chen impatiently waved them off.
His lazy gaze swept over the twenty-eight stunning female cultivators standing like nervous sparrows.
Then he spoke indifferently.
“Those staying—step forward.”
“Those leaving—go now.”
The earlier demonstration was just a sample. He had no interest in repeatedly teaching biology to a bunch of irrelevant cultivators.
His words fell like a final judgment, suffocating the women’s breaths and stirring unease in their hearts.
Now, they had to make a choice—
Purity?
Or the chance to ascend further?
In truth, the answer had already been decided.
Though chastity was precious—not lightly discarded—those who joined the Qinglian Sect prioritized cultivation above all else.
Often, resistance to temptation wasn’t due to strong will…
But insufficient temptation.
And now?
This was a chance to soar to the heavens in a single step!
After a few breaths—
Tap. Tap.
Light footsteps echoed in the pagoda.
Surprisingly, it was the fiery-tempered woman who had first spoken out in anger.
She tried to steady her breathing, but her flushed face betrayed her, red as a ripe apple.
Step by step—
Undressing as she walked.
Stopping before Ning Chen, she met his deep, abyss-like eyes.
No matter how bold her personality, she couldn’t muster even a fraction of it now.
Her voice trembled softly.
“E-Eldest Brother… Will you really… help me advance?”
Ning Chen smirked.
Instead of answering directly, he simply said—
“Sit.”