The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground? Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Among the thirty-six participants, the four won 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 t 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 requirent was.

That the sect had managed to gather three thousand mbers was already a remarkable achievent.

Over the years, the quality of female disciples joining other Great Xia sects had declined significantly. So who would have been considered average—or even below—in the Qinglian Sect beca the “flowers” of their respective sects.

After all, the finest young won 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 ti, though tokens were still distributed and ti energy replenished for first-ti participants, the rules had changed.

Only those who engaged in “negative-distance contact” with Ning Chen would consu ti, making the calculation more precise.

Even when ti ran out, participants wouldn’t be forcibly expelled.

Ning Chen had an idea—he didn’t want to strictly adhere to ti limits.

“Pole injections” were inherently unstable, dependent on feeling and condition, leading to fluctuations.

Thus, he implented a dual system.

For example, with four hours, the baseline was two “pole injections” per hour—aning a minimum of eight sessions.

If ti ran out before reaching eight, a compensatory session would be granted as a last al before leaving.

However, those who could extract more within the allotted ti 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 sothing grand.

That’s right—he wasn’t going to take them one by one this ti. Too tedious.

He was going for 1 vs. 36!

Now that was excitent!

With experienced disciples like Duanmu Yao and Chu Ning present, they could guide the newcors, 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.”

i Shi, the leader of the Seven Attendant Immortals, stepped forward to announce.

For a mont, murmurs rippled through the crowd.

While the newcors 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 tis eagerly swore the oath.

Seeing this, the first-tirs followed suit.

“Good. Then, follow us.”

As i 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-tirs—Curious, looking around in awe. Google seaʀᴄh novｅlfire

Secondly, those who had co once or twice—Trembling with excitent, their eyes burning with desire.

Thirdly, Duanmu Yao and Chu Ning—Completely at ease, as if returning ho.

i Shi led them onto a circular platform, but unlike before, they didn’t ascend to the 108th floor.

Instead, they stopped at the second floor.

Since pagodas narrowed with height, the upper levels couldn’t accommodate thirty-six people.

Thus, Ning Chen had moved the battlefield to the second floor.

His cultivation range was horizontal, not vertical—so height didn’t matter.

Even if they pierced the heavens, no one would care.

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 Supre Sun Renewal Body, Ning Chen’s appearance was frozen in youth—even bone age analysis would show no change.

The first-tirs, 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 won feel inferior, he was anything but effeminate.

His beauty carried a masculine divinity—no one would mistake his gender.

While the newcors were still stunned, the veterans stepped forward in unison.

Led by the two personal disciples, the won bowed gracefully, their voices lodious.

“Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother~”

Even Duanmu Yao, who usually called him “Daddy,” followed convention this ti.

“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 newcors frozen, i 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-tirs snap out of their daze.

Though unsure of Ning Chen’s identity, they hastily stepped forward and bowed—though their movents 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 ti.

As the newcors stood, i Shi stepped forward again to explain the rules.

Upon hearing that only dual cultivation would consu ti, and that extra “extractions” were allowed—with a safety net if they fell short—the six “starved” won’s eyes glowed with hunger.

But for the twenty-eight newcors, this was too shocking.

The so-called sacred trial… was just dual cultivation?!

Absurd!

Those who joined the Qinglian Sect—a won-only sect—were serious about cultivation, valuing their purity. Otherwise, they would have joined mixed-gender sects for special treatnt.

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. So ca 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 won?!”