Chapter 143

From the second floor of the Demon-Sealing Pagoda up to the thirty-sixth floor, there were exactly thirty-five women.

Adding Duanmu Yao from the first floor made it thirty-six levels in total.

Ning Chen relaxed the requirements, allowing these female cultivators to improvise freely.

Nearly half a quarter-hour later, Mei Shi arrived at the top floor on a jade disc and hurried forward.

She bowed respectfully and said, “Reporting to Master, everything below is ready.”

“Mm, let’s go.”

Ning Chen stood up and draped his half-worn black battle robe over his shoulders.

The two stood on the jade disc.

Though there was plenty of space, Mei Shi deliberately inched closer, trying to brush her jade-like rear against the Soul-Devouring Spear.

How could Ning Chen show mercy?

Smack!

A sharp slap sent the unprepared Mei Shi trembling, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Fortunately, Ning Chen kindly hooked his finger around her waistband to keep her upright.

Feeling the muddy path beneath them, he whispered,

“Don’t worry, it’ll be over once we finish this.”

Then, with a shing, he sheathed his sword.

Ning Chen wrapped his arm around her from behind, and even through the fabric, his fingers unerringly found her peaks without needing to look.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Consider it a reward for your hard work yesterday.”

Mei Shi was petite, and when Ning Chen hooked her and straightened up, her feet left the ground entirely.

“Ah… mmm…” Her delicate brows relaxed, but her eyes remained tightly shut, a picture of contradiction.

Her toes curled uselessly in the air, leaving her dangling like a lifeless doll.

“Th-thank you, Master, for relieving this slave’s itch~” Mei Shi murmured, her face flushed with embarrassment.

She had only meant to ease her longing with a slight brush, never expecting her little scheme to be caught so quickly.

But perhaps this was a blessing in disguise.

The jade disc was surrounded by a special formation—those inside could see out, but outsiders couldn’t see in.

So Mei Shi wasn’t worried about her shameless display being noticed.

After today, if these female cultivators had any sense, they’d realize that those who’d made rapid progress in cultivation were undoubtedly the master’s women.

But as long as no one spoke of it openly, they could at least preserve their dignity as elders.

“M-Master, they asked something earlier…” Mei Shi said, her voice trembling.

“What?”

“They asked… if the catalyst for refining the Qingyang Lotus Pill… was your… divine nectar.”

“Oh? They figured it out?”

Ning Chen wasn’t surprised.

Ever since his divine nectar had mutated, it would take on the flavor most appealing to whoever tasted it.

Naturally, the Qingyang Lotus Pill, which used it as a primary ingredient, was no exception.

After sucking on it all night, they would’ve noticed the yang energy’s taste was nearly identical to the pill’s. It was only logical they’d connect the dots.

“How did they react?” he asked with interest.

Mei Shi, her face crimson, shook her head. “They… all seemed quite excited.”

“Figures.” Ning Chen said no more.

If this had been revealed at the start, he might’ve faced a storm of criticism.

But now that these women had already been molded to his liking, why would they object?

If anything, they’d probably consume the pills even more voraciously after leaving.

The jade disc’s speed was neither fast nor slow as it descended over a hundred floors.

By the time they reached the challenge entrance, Mei Shi’s core was so sore from being pressed against that she could barely stand.

Ning Chen withdrew his weapon mid-flight, letting Mei Shi collapse weakly to her knees.

Then, with vigorous strides, he entered the first chamber.

The woman in this level had a pure and cute appearance, with a beauty score of 91—barely passable.

But unlike Lin Chun’s outwardly innocent yet inwardly wanton nature, this woman was genuinely pure inside and out. She lay motionless on the bed, barely reacting even when explored, only letting out faint whimpers—far too restrained.

Seeing this, Ning Chen had no intention of wasting time. He activated battle mode immediately.

Without an ounce of tenderness, he got straight to the point. After all, she’d already adapted last night.

He flipped her like a pancake—front, then back—pounding her unconscious multiple times before bestowing his gift without delay.

Ning Chen arranged her in a jade maiden’s arching pose to hold the divine nectar, ensuring none would spill. Once done, he moved on to the next level without hesitation.

The second level offered a bit more excitement.

As soon as Ning Chen’s footsteps echoed, cries for help rang out from within.

“Help! Is anyone there? Save me!”

Ning Chen stepped forward and saw a voluptuous woman lying on her side, draped only in a bedsheet, her hands bound behind her back with rope.

When she spotted Ning Chen, her eyes lit up. She wriggled her alluring figure slightly, her voice turning sweet and seductive.

“Young master, this humble one was captured by villains. Might you rescue me?”

Ning Chen’s eyelid twitched.

Damn, this one’s clearly been reading too many of those raunchy romance novels!

But he wasn’t one to ruin the fun. In fact, a pre-packaged storyline was far more entertaining than plain vanilla.

“Fear not, miss. This one will save you at once.”

“Ah! Young master, why are you touching my rear?”

“Searching for the rope’s knot.”

“Ah! Young master, what’s that? It’s so hot!”

“A treasured blade to cut the ropes.”

“Ah! Young master! How did you get in there? It’s too dangerous! Quick, withdraw!”

“How can this scholar guarantee your rescue without testing the depths of this dragon’s den and tiger’s lair?”

Half an hour later, Ning Chen tucked the green jade flute back at his waist, its gilded tassel swaying in the twilight. Glancing at the moonlit jade surface, he recalled the musical duel in the illusion, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

…

After the basic roleplay, the makeshift bed in the room shook as if heaven and earth were colliding.

Fifteen minutes later, Ning Chen wiped the moisture from his Soul-Devouring Spear and strode refreshed toward the next level.

Perhaps because he’d leaked hints the night before, these clever women had coordinated to spice things up.

Some cast him as a savior, while others cast him as a bandit kidnapping women for his harem.

Fox spirit and scholar, emperor and concubine, monk and seductress, young master and foot-washing maid…

Every possible scenario was represented.

Even those without elaborate setups came up with unique twists.

Some naturally embraced masochism, begging Ning Chen to ravage them.

Others played blindfolded hide-and-seek—if he caught them, he could pleasure them until they reached the peak, then start over.

One even invited him to explore alternative paths.

Jiang Yan took the crown for creativity. She’d fashioned a makeshift swing from gauze curtains, sitting on it and asking Ning Chen to push her.

The swing’s angle was perfect—perched halfway, each backward swing drove the Soul-Devouring Spear straight into her palace.