The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 166

Chapter 166

Ning Chen realized that the saying “too much of a good thing” applied to all situations, even when facing a wall.

After two months of high-intensity combat, even though the midnight reset restored his physical and mental state, his memories remained intact. By now, he didn’t even need to see their faces—just a glance at their jade-like curves was enough to recognize them.

It was getting a bit stale.

So, he decided to try something new.

The 9th floor of the Demon Locking Pagoda.

What was once an open, spacious area now stood lined with rows of small wooden booths.

And these weren’t ordinary booths—the walls facing Ning Chen each had large oval holes spaced a meter apart.

Highly unusual.

“Understood the rules? If so, find your spots.” Ning Chen turned his back and issued the command.

Beside him, dozens of women answered in unison before stepping forward, each randomly selecting a booth and entering. The sound of rustling fabric filled the air.

Only when the noise nearly vanished did Ning Chen slowly turn around.

Before him, the first row presented a sight of snow-white curves, neatly aligned, peeking through the gaps—like celestial bodies filling the heavens.

Picking up a small basket filled with name tags, he strolled forward with a leisurely expression.

His gaze swept over the varied landscapes, each unique in its own way. After a moment of contemplation, he decided to start from the right.

Plop!

A rainbow piercing the sun!

Squelch! Squelch!

Since the women had all prepared themselves, the beginning was smooth—but this actually made things more difficult for Ning Chen.

Water depth: Moderate, submerging about two-thirds.

Water volume: Moderate, akin to a gentle stream.

Water pressure: Moderate, with some tightness but nothing extreme.

Vortex suction: Average, neither too strong nor too weak.

Wave intensity: Moderate—not perfectly calm, but not a raging storm either.

“Tsk—!”

As he moved, Ning Chen focused intently on the sensations.

His brow furrowed.

A rough start!

This one was too generic—he couldn’t pin down who it belonged to.

Ning Chen was playing a “guess who’s behind the wall” game.

Like those heartwarming little stories from his past life where heroines got stuck in walls, waiting for rescue.

Bored, he had all the women participate.

One by one, without knowing their identities in advance, he had to guess based solely on the sensations they provided.

If he guessed right? No reward.

If he guessed wrong? The “lucky” winner would get a full day of one-on-one attention (redeemable later).

Faced with this particular test tube, Ning Chen was at a loss.

“Is this someone I don’t interact with often?”

If so, he’d have to rely on sound.

With that thought, he ramped up the intensity.

The entire wooden booth began to shake violently.

At first, the unknown woman held her ground, but when Ning Chen unleashed the remaining third of his power, she finally buckled.

Moans and whimpers escaped her lips.

Ning Chen listened carefully, trying to match the voice.

But unfortunately, it still didn’t ring any bells.

He had no choice but to skip this one for now, finish the easier ones first.

Moving to the second curve—plump and perfectly shaped.

And most importantly, the left cheek bore a faint peach blossom mark, a delicate pink against snow-white skin.

“Heh.”

Ning Chen grinned.

“Perfect. A freebie.”

To make identification easier (even without clothes), he had tattooed seven women with their corresponding flowers.

Who knew it’d come in handy here?

He quickly plucked the name tag matching “Peach Attendant” from the basket and slapped it onto the booth.

But even after identifying her, he didn’t play favorites.

Schlick!

He dove straight into the experiment, reducing Peach Attendant to a quivering mess in record time.

Only when she begged for mercy and revealed her identity did he stop.

Turns out, he might have overestimated himself earlier.

Many of the women he hadn’t “polished his spear” against enough times lacked distinctive features. If they were fully exposed, he might recognize them—but with just “curves and test tubes”, pinpointing the answer was truly challenging.

That said, Ning Chen wasn’t completely exaggerating.

At least for the women who had spent long days and nights by his side, he could still tell them apart.

…

Tsk—this one completely filled the oval hole, packed tight.

Stepping inside, he encountered layered peaks and winding paths, with water pressure that was just right—the perfect resistance.

This ample cauldron undoubtedly belonged to Ji Zhiqing.

“Every day, she hoards all the ‘impurities’ for herself, stuffing her ‘nine bends and eighteen turns’ full, yet only squeezes out a tiny bit for the sect’s alchemy. Such embezzlement!”

For such a sect parasite, Ning Chen showed no mercy!

He immediately unleashed his “Thirteen Deadly Spears” technique!

Squelch! Squelch!

Every critical strike sent splashes flying.

In just a few dozen exchanges, the gentle melody of moans shifted in rhythm, and the ample cauldron trembled violently.

Ning Chen was slightly surprised, she’s already at her limit?

Ignoring her pleas to stay, he pulled out abruptly.

The next one.

Before him was a snowy curve, noticeably a shade fairer than the others, with a plump, voluptuous shape.

Ning Chen smirked.

“After a hundred years, I know this one best.”

Without warning or preamble, he thrust straight in.

Even restrained, the inner temperature spoke for itself.

Cool and refreshing—perfect for quenching fire!

As for the other possessor of the Heavenly Ice Soul Physique, Luo Fanshuang, her cauldron wasn’t as large.

“Liu Ruyan, come out. I know it’s you~,” Ning Chen said lightly.

But the only response was the swaying cauldron, refusing to answer.

Ning Chen’s lips twitched.

“Fine, play it that way.”

If she wouldn’t come out, he’d force her out!

Secret Technique: Eight Extremes Strike—Iron Mountain Charge!

Bang! Bang!

The loud impacts echoed like ancient reverberations.

Even as the jade curves deformed, ripples spreading to disperse the force, it was futile.

Soon, red marks bloomed across the contact surface, glaringly vivid.

Faint, stifled whimpers escaped. Clearly, she was enduring stubbornly.

Ning Chen had no intention of letting up. He increased the force.

Finally, after countless strikes, the woman inside collapsed weakly, tumbling out of the booth and kneeling on the ground, shivering from the cold.

Who else could it be but Liu Ruyan? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

“You’re the referee now,” Ning Chen commanded indifferently.

Liu Ruyan slowly rose, her face flushed crimson. “Understood, A-Chen.”