Chapter 158

Ning Chen never considered himself a good man.

But whether viewed objectively or through his own narcissistic lens, sticking with him was far better than being tied to some old man who was at least 6,000 years old.

Cultivators might retain their youth for a long time, but they couldn’t hold onto it forever.

Once their remaining lifespan dwindled, their appearance would inevitably age unless they regularly consumed youth-preserving pills.

In terms of looks, he was confident that his face—subtly refined and elevated through the fusion of dozens of top-tier bloodlines—stood unrivaled among all male cultivators in the Canglan Realm. And not just by a small margin—it was a complete domination over second place.

In terms of cultivation? He had reached the Mahayana realm the moment he left seclusion. Need he say more?

As for ability? Ji Yunqing’s swollen belly and the fact that she still hadn’t collapsed spoke volumes.

Of course, the most important thing was that he never took by force, everything was mutual benefit.

No woman who had ever tasted the divine nectar brewed in his “second granary” could resist him!

And yet—

“Mmm… Young Master Ning, could you… move aside? It’s uncomfortable.”

Ji Yunqing’s delicate brows furrowed.

If he kept blocking the way, how was she supposed to leave?

Ning Chen: “…”

Well, that was a slap to the face.

…Or maybe not.

Without using spiritual energy to stimulate the process, it was like eating delicacies without a tongue—how could one possibly savor the flavor?

“Of course not.” His expression turned stern as he flatly refused.

Before she could argue, he delivered a dire warning: “Your body is currently being stabilized by this medicinal essence. If you expel it all now, the suppressed flames will rage uncontrollably.”

“But… I feel completely fine now.” Ji Yunqing’s voice was weak.

“No, you’re not.” Ning Chen shook his head.

Ji Yunqing wanted to protest. “I really am—”

But before she could finish, the swing began rocking again.

“Ah! Why are you moving again?! Mnn…!” Her voice pitched in alarm, torn between distress and pleasure.

Her delicate brows arched up before knitting back down, her expression a conflicted mix of agony and ecstasy.

Ning Chen, launching from zero to two hundred in under ten seconds, slammed the brakes just before the point of no return, forcing the girl—who had nearly taken flight—back down.

“Well? Can you feel it flaring up again?” he murmured in a low voice.

Dazed from the impact, Ji Yunqing parted her cherry lips and admitted weakly, “Y-yes…”

“Exactly—the residual toxins haven’t cleared!” Ning Chen declared firmly. “The aphrodisiac those women used must be extraordinary if it’s this persistent!”

“W-what do we do?” she asked helplessly.

“Sigh, what else can we do?” Ning Chen sighed. “We’ll have to keep suppressing it like before until the sensations completely fade.”

“Besides, isn’t that other fairy still in their clutches? If we stop now, wouldn’t that leave her in danger?”

At the reminder, Ji Yunqing—who had nearly lost all sense of time and space—recalled the situation and grew anxious again.

Biting her lip, she hesitated briefly before blushing and pleading, “C-can you be gentler? I-I’m getting dizzy from all the shaking.”

As pleasurable as it was—to the point where her mind no longer felt like her own—she had reached her limit.

But if enduring this meant Sister Qian Yue would suffer less, then she would continue.

“An unfilled bottle sloshes around and feels uncomfortable. But if you fill it to the brim, leaving no empty space, the discomfort disappears.”

Ning Chen stated this as if it were the most natural logic in the world.

“Huh? R-really?” Ji Yunqing blinked in confusion.

Ning Chen chuckled. “Why not try and see?”

Besides, he also wanted to test just how much water a balloon could hold.

Could it take a whole liter?

The swing rocked once more, accompanied by a chorus of gasps and moans.

…

[Congratulations, Host! Successfully replicated talent: Childlike Heart.]

[Childlike Heart (Gold-grade, grants +10,000 EXP daily.)]

[Ding! This talent has now merged with the Supreme Yang Divine Body.]

Unbeknownst to them, even the last of her abilities had been copied.

Since Ji Yunqing hadn’t called for a stop, Ning Chen saw no reason to halt his diligent efforts.

Out of courtesy—and for the sake of his capacity experiment—he made sure to greet her properly each time he entered.

Though usually restrained, today, he absolutely went all out.

His gaze drifted from her now even more swollen melon-like belly up to her face—her drunkenly flushed cheeks and the adorable, unconscious expression she wore.

“That should be enough, right?”

As if confirming his thoughts, a soft green glow began emanating from Ji Yunqing’s body.

Even without looking, Ning Chen knew that a sealing array had manifested on her smooth, fair back.

The aura around her shifted as well—a vibrant, life-giving energy, teeming with vitality.

With one final shudder, Ning Chen delivered one last load to seal the gate.

Ensuring the hatch was firmly shut, he disengaged.

Shifting to the side, he finally sat up after nearly four hours.

He twisted his waist, eliciting a series of satisfying cracks from his spine.

Glancing back, he noted:

[Five Elements Divine Sealing Array—Wood Spirit Seal.]

Good. Three out of five tasks complete.

Ning Chen nodded in satisfaction.

At this rate, breaking the entire Southern Domain’s grand seal wasn’t just a pipe dream.

Still, even after gathering all five elemental spirits, the timing of breaking the seal needed careful consideration.

Otherwise, if the cultivation restrictions vanished overnight, wouldn’t the Qinglian Sect become easy prey for external forces?

His eyes lingered on her slightly parted, puffy lips. After a moment’s thought, he retrieved a new jade bead artifact from his storage space.

Leaning forward, he plugged the passage as a final safeguard.

Ji Yunqing had taken in so much that there was no chance the array would lack energy.

As for whether the residual buildup—unable to be refined due to restricted spiritual power—could lead to new life?

Ning Chen could only say: Wishful thinking.

The higher one’s life essence, the more exclusive reproduction became.

In other words, the gap between them was so vast that these women no longer qualified.

Satisfied with the airtight seal, Ning Chen stood.

After straightening his robes, he waved a hand and departed without a trace—not even a wisp of cloud in his wake.

Whether it had reached a thousand liters or not, this was enough for now.

He still had another appointment to keep.

With three months left, it was more than enough time to mold both women into his loyal followers.

…

Riding his jade disc, Ning Chen descended to the next level.

The moment he arrived, the women turned in unison and rushed forward.

“A-Chen! (Eldest Senior Brother!) (Nephew!) (Husband!) (Daddy!)”

Their voices overlapped in a chorus of endearments.

“Mhm.” Ning Chen acknowledged them all with a vague hum before striding ahead.

The crowd parted, revealing the bound figure of Ji Qianyue.

And the moment he saw her, even Ning Chen was taken aback.

…Was this even the same woman?

Her head hung low, tangled hair obscuring her face like a vengeful spirit.

Her body was a canvas of crimson marks.

Her once-pristine snow peaks were now streaked with angry red lines, their rosy tips swollen to the size of peach pits.

Pressing a finger to a wound on her shoulder, he gave a light push.

A muffled moan escaped her as the ropes twisted, revealing the other half of her body.

Wax droplets, like bloody rain, splattered across her jade-white skin, crisscrossing with welts to form a macabre chessboard.

The valley between her mountains had melted into a flood.

And a certain cherry blossom had been stretched to nearly a finger’s length—so overstimulated it couldn’t even retract.

Ning Chen’s lips twitched.

“…Damn. That’s brutal.”

He’d only taken his eyes off her for a moment.

Just how much had Ji Qianyue managed to piss these women off in the meantime?

Well.

Served her right.