Chapter 131
Among the thirty-six participants, the four women who were eliminated early had lost due to internal matches.
Thus, Sect Master Liu Ruyan made an exception and allowed them to enter the Demon Sealing Tower for training as well.
Early in the morning, just as dawn was breaking, the sacred grounds of the sect were already crowded with stunning female cultivators—each with exquisite features, diverse and alluring figures, and an extraordinary aura. It was a feast for the eyes.
Despite the rapid growth of the Qinglian Sect, its numbers were still modest compared to the Yuan Tan Academy’s twenty thousand disciples.
The reasons were simple:
- The sect only accepted talented female cultivators.
- The sect only accepted beautiful female cultivators.
Female cultivators were already a minority among practitioners, let alone those who met both criteria.
Moreover, Ning Chen’s standard for “beauty” started at a minimum score of 85. In his past life, even the most glamorous female celebrities—with makeup and filters—barely reached 80. This showed just how strict the requirement was.
That the sect had managed to gather three thousand members was already a remarkable achievement.
Over the years, the quality of female disciples joining other Great Xia sects had declined significantly. Some who would have been considered average—or even below—in the Qinglian Sect became the “flowers” of their respective sects.
After all, the finest young women of Great Xia had all been gathered under the Qinglian Sect’s banner.
In front of the Demon Sealing Tower, the Seven Attendant Immortals were all present today, maintaining order.
Following the reward list, they verified each of the thirty-six female cultivators to prevent impersonation.
This time, though tokens were still distributed and time energy replenished for first-time participants, the rules had changed.
Only those who engaged in “negative-distance contact” with Ning Chen would consume time, making the calculation more precise.
Even when time ran out, participants wouldn’t be forcibly expelled.
Ning Chen had an idea—he didn’t want to strictly adhere to time limits.
“Pole injections” were inherently unstable, dependent on feeling and condition, leading to fluctuations.
Thus, he implemented a dual system.
For example, with four hours, the baseline was two “pole injections” per hour—meaning a minimum of eight sessions.
If time ran out before reaching eight, a compensatory session would be granted as a last meal before leaving.
However, those who could extract more within the allotted time would keep the extra rewards—a test of skill and charm.
This rule ensured no one was shortchanged while rewarding effort. Perfect, right?
Well, in truth, Ning Chen was planning something grand.
That’s right—he wasn’t going to take them one by one this time. Too tedious.
He was going for 1 vs. 36!
Now that was excitement!
With experienced disciples like Duanmu Yao and Chu Ning present, they could guide the newcomers, preventing them from being too flustered.
“All of you, swear a Heavenly Oath—not a single detail of what happens in the Demon Sealing Tower may be revealed to outsiders.”
Mei Shi, the leader of the Seven Attendant Immortals, stepped forward to announce.
For a moment, murmurs rippled through the crowd.
While the newcomers hesitated, the veterans had already raised their hands without hesitation.
Duanmu Yao and Chu Ning, frequent “diners,” remained composed, but those who had only tasted the feast a few times eagerly swore the oath.
Seeing this, the first-timers followed suit.
“Good. Then, follow us.”
As Mei Shi beckoned, the gates of the Demon Sealing Tower swung open as if alive, revealing its mystical interior.
The Seven Attendant Immortals entered first to maintain order and prevent chaos.
The thirty-six female cultivators followed, their expressions varying. They could be divided into three groups:
The First-timers—Curious, looking around in awe.
Only the top floor of the Demon Sealing Tower was sealed. The other levels had open spaces around the jade platforms, allowing a full view.
Almost instantly, every female cultivator noticed the man—or rather, youth?—sitting on the central throne.
Clad in dark robes, his beauty was peerless, his aura transcendent.
But his face… looked too young.
Due to the effects of the Supreme Sun Renewal Body, Ning Chen’s appearance was frozen in youth—even bone age analysis would show no change.
The first-timers, after their initial awe, were utterly confused.
What’s going on?
Wasn’t the Qinglian Sect an all-female sect?
Why was there a man here?!
Though Ning Chen’s perfection made most women feel inferior, he was anything but effeminate.
His beauty carried a masculine divinity—no one would mistake his gender.
While the newcomers were still stunned, the veterans stepped forward in unison.
Led by the two personal disciples, the women bowed gracefully, their voices melodious.
“Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother~”
Even Duanmu Yao, who usually called him “Daddy,” followed convention this time.
“Rise,” Ning Chen waved.
They stood up elegantly—especially the six who had tasted his essence before, their gazes practically dripping with desire.
Seeing the newcomers frozen, Mei Shi frowned and infused a hint of spiritual power into her voice.
“Why are you not paying respects?”
Only then did the twenty-eight first-timers snap out of their daze.
Though unsure of Ning Chen’s identity, they hastily stepped forward and bowed—though their movements were uneven.
“You may rise as well.”
Ning Chen didn’t mind.
This reaction was typical for those learning of his existence for the first time.
As the newcomers stood, Mei Shi stepped forward again to explain the rules.
Upon hearing that only dual cultivation would consume time, and that extra “extractions” were allowed—with a safety net if they fell short—the six “starved” women’s eyes glowed with hunger.
But for the twenty-eight newcomers, this was too shocking.
The so-called sacred trial… was just dual cultivation?!
Absurd!
Those who joined the Qinglian Sect—a women-only sect—were serious about cultivation, valuing their purity. Otherwise, they would have joined mixed-gender sects for special treatment.
Dual cultivation?
To them, it was evil. Despicable!
Even if this man was flawless, it shouldn’t shake their dedication to the Dao.
Those who had risen to the top without his “injections” (despite the Qinglian Sun Renewal Pills) had exceptional talent.
Geniuses were proud. Some came from noble or royal families—how could they share a man with others?
Discomfort, resistance, and anger spread.
How could this be?!
One bold, curvaceous cultivator even pointed at Ning Chen and demanded:
“Elder, is this the trial? We demand an explanation!”
Others quickly joined in.
“Yes!”
“Exactly!”
“Does the sect think we’re loose women?!”