Chapter 135
“Sit?”
The bold female cultivator froze.
Sit on what?
Only when her gaze followed Ning Chen’s pointing finger downward did she understand.
At the sight of the raging dragon before her, she tensed.
From a distance, it had already seemed exaggerated, but the thought of advancing her cultivation had made her overlook it.
Now, facing it directly, a sliver of fear crept into her heart.
She… she couldn’t possibly handle this, right?
Ning Chen noticed her paling complexion.
She had shoulder-length black hair, willow-leaf eyebrows, and narrow phoenix eyes.
Her features carried a natural charm, yet also a fierce, unyielding aura—though her current nervousness diluted that arrogance.
Her ample curves were only slightly less impressive than He Xiaoxiao’s, yet they carried their own pride.
[Jiang Yan]. [Identity: Inner Sect Disciple of Qinglian Sect]. [Age: 25]. [Cultivation: Golden Core (6th Layer)]. [Talent: Diligence Compensates for Weakness (Gold Grade – With enough effort, she can master anything, even without innate talent.)]. [Physique: None]. [Divine Abilities: None]. [Beauty: 94].Ning Chen raised an eyebrow.
A beauty score of 94, plus a gold-grade talent—this configuration was no worse than A’Ling’s back then.
But bad luck in joining late was no one’s fault.
Her talent, however, was intriguing. While it lacked offensive power like A’Ling’s divine abilities, it had immense potential.
Given enough time, she could become an all-rounder.
Hmm.
Ning Chen gave a slight nod.
Worth investing in.
“The choice to sit or not is yours,” Ning Chen reminded her, not wanting to waste time.
“Y-Yes…” Under his calm gaze, Jiang Yan shivered, her earlier boldness completely gone.
In the end, as expected, her desire for the Dao outweighed her fear.
Trembling, she gripped the Soul-Devouring Spear with one hand, stunned to find her fingers couldn’t even encircle it fully.
Gulp!
She swallowed hard.
Her upper body was terrified, yet her lower body betrayed her.
After watching the earlier… demonstration, her body had already grown restless. Now, holding it up close, a trickle of spring meltwater dripped down.
Plop!
By sheer coincidence—
It landed right on the divine weapon.
Unfortunately, while blood could bond a treasure, water couldn’t.
Ning Chen smirked.
Seems she’s already prepared.
“Ah!” Jiang Yan gasped, her face burning, yet her hand didn’t pull away.
She tried, bit by bit, to breach the barrier.
“—Hiss!” Instantly, she sucked in a sharp breath.
Her inner world’s natural laws were unstable. Forcing in a powerhouse of this level risked collapse.
But for the sake of cultivation, Jiang Yan clenched her teeth and pressed on.
Unknowingly, she completed the blood sacrifice.
Yet the Soul-Devouring Spear was unique—ordinary blood-binding methods were useless. Instead, she was slowly enslaved by it.
Jiang Yan, unaware, continued.
Even at her limit, she could only take half.
Seeing her tense up completely, Ning Chen showed no mercy.
“What are you waiting for?” he urged. “You’re only wasting your own time.”
“O-Okay…” Biting her lip, she tried to move.
But every slight shift made her tremble violently.
Ning Chen had enough. He helped her speedrun the process.
“Mmm—!!” Jiang Yan threw her head back, clinging to him, shaking in fear.
No one starts a ride at maximum speed.
But this battle was swift.
Just as Jiang Yan was about to reach the clouds, Ning Chen let go, dropping her aside.
His gaze swept over the remaining women.
“Next.”
Jiang Yan lay on the ground, dazed, before weakly rising.
Clutching her still-bleeding wound, her face flushed with lingering pleasure, she stared in confusion.
“E-Eldest Brother… aren’t we continuing?”
She hadn’t felt anything come out yet.
Ning Chen looked at her as if it were obvious.
“You need time to adjust. Better to wait in line while recovering. Once you’re ready, we’ll continue. Maximum efficiency, no?”
Jiang Yan thought it over.
Makes sense.
In this competition, she ranked sixth—only entitled to one day of… close contact. If she wasted time adjusting now, it’d be a loss.
So, swaying unsteadily, she stood.
Bowing deeply, she said, “Thank you for the guidance, Eldest Brother.”
Then she picked up her clothes and limped to the back of the line, applying medicinal ointments while circulating her qi to heal.
Meanwhile, the next woman stepped forward.
Like the last, she shed her robes gracefully.
Petite, delicate, and pretty in a modest way.
[Sun Xiyue]. [Beauty: 91].Ning Chen wasn’t impressed.
“Do it yourself.”
Squelch!
Blood pact sealed.
Squelch! Squelch!
“Next.”
……
[Xia Mantong]. [Beauty: 92].Squelch!
Squelch! Squelch!
……
Squelch!
Squelch! Squelch!
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[Zhao Jia]. [Beauty: 90].Squelch!
Squelch! Squelch!
……
One after another, the inexperienced female cultivators—whether innocent or seductive, slender or curvaceous—stepped forward to unlock the secret realm.
Yet after just a few thrusts, they were cast aside, making way for the next.
The spear, slick with fresh blood, became a relentless checkpoint.
Any of these women would be rare treasures in the outside world, but to Ning Chen, they were as common as mass-produced trinkets.
If not for the sect’s overall strength and his long-term plans, he wouldn’t have “sacrificed” his brother like this.
Still, he found two more promising talents besides Jiang Yan.
……
[Luo Fanshuang]. [Identity: Inner Sect Disciple of Qinglian Sect]. [Age: 22]. [Cultivation: Golden Core (7th Layer)]. [Talent: None]. [Physique: Moonfrost Baptism (Gold Grade – Innate ice affinity, flawless body, rapid cultivation speed. Jade-like skin and bones, a natural masterpiece. However, this physique makes emotional attachment extremely rare. Ordinary “sizes” provoke no reaction.)]. [Divine Abilities: None]. [Beauty: 97].Ning Chen was intrigued.
A beauty score of 97—even higher than his usual companions.
Moonfrost Baptism was like a downgraded variant of Liu Ruyan’s Heavenly Ice Soul Physique, even affecting personality.
The last line of her physique description amused him.
“Extremely hard to arouse?”
Interesting.
“Sit.” He extended the invitation.
Unlike the others, Luo Fanshuang was direct.
Without a word, she sat straight down—
Plunge!
Halfway in, blood tinted the waters.
Yet she only furrowed her brows for a second before resuming, sinking until she reached the bottom.
Fully sheathed.
“…” Ning Chen felt a flicker of irritation.
Even his most seasoned women struggled to take him fully at first, let alone with such indifference.
Though he knew it was her physique, her expressionless face was annoyingly unreadable.
How far could she really go?
But he had rules to follow.
When she tried to leave, however, he noticed something—
The secret realm seemed to house a giant octopus, its suction cups clinging to the spear from all angles, refusing to let go.
Luo Fanshuang’s cold face finally showed a flicker of emotion—more than when she’d first taken him.
Squelch! Squelch!
After the mandatory expansion, she finally pulled away.
But her “vacuum” effect was too strong.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Multiple wet sounds echoed before complete separation.
Watching her trembling legs as she turned away, Ning Chen only smiled.
No need to force her to stay out of pride.
Good at advancing, bad at retreating.
Good at attacking, bad at defending.
He already knew how to deal with her.
……
Ning Chen strolled through the forest, exploring path after path, each with its own charm.
Finally, all twenty-eight women had been “assessed.”
His final tally:
2 Gold-grade talents
12 Purple-grade talents
21 Blue-grade talents
Within expectations.
Once his “gifts” took effect, their strength would rise further.
Drip. Drip.
Blood slid down the Soul-Devouring Spear, its majesty undiminished.
The blood of his enemies!
Sprawled lazily on the throne, legs spread, his deep voice echoed through the chamber.
“Each of you—sixty thrusts, then switch.”
“Whoever I mark must leave the line to refine their gains. Understood?”
The thirty-four beauties, now fully acquainted, bowed in unison.
“Yes!”
And so, the new journey began!