The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 167

Chapter 167

Next.

Skirt thin and wide, like butterfly wings!

Soft yet elastic.

Zhou Qin, check!

A jade tiger, churning with inner tides.

Undoubtedly Xu Qingyao, check!

Hmm?

The moment he placed his hand on this melon, the body behind it shivered uncontrollably.

Ning Chen laughed.

“Another old acquaintance!”

The familiar posture suggested she’d been eagerly waiting.

His ancient Mahayana cultivator, Yu Hua.

Check!

Another one.

“Such a tiny cauldron, it can’t even plug the hole. Needs identification?”

Ning Chen crouched, tilting his head to peer through the gap.

A pair of trembling white melons came into view.

“Welp, no guessing needed.”

Ji Yunjin.

“Duanmu Yao isn’t this big.”

Ning Chen rubbed the white powder smeared on his fingers, residue from the giant jade platter before him.

He chuckled.

“Covering your ears to steal the bell? You hid the skin tone, but what about the ‘bushes’?”

A dense forest stretching from the Tidal Secret Realm to the Ancient Nether Path—there was only one person with that. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Chu Ning, the Fire Spirit.

His spear pierced the rosy clouds, and the sun-warmed sensation confirmed it.

One by one, the veterans and uniquely distinctive ones were accurately identified.

Proving Ning Chen wasn’t completely forgetful—he just subconsciously ignored the mediocre.

Like an emperor visiting his harem, if you lack memorable traits, don’t blame others for leaving you lonely.

At one point, Ji Qianyue tried to deceive him, raising her cauldron high to make her “Water Curtain Cave” more noticeable.

But Ning Chen recognized the Frostwhirl Vortex at a glance, crushing her little scheme and dashing her hopes again.

Indeed.

Since claiming Ji Qianyue, he had exclusively used the rear divine artifact, neglecting her front gate entirely—even forbidding her from self-relief.

When the main bloodline issued an absolute order, the branch had to obey unconditionally.

No matter how unbearable it got, even if she went mad, she couldn’t dig her own well. She had to endure.

So, the flames of lust from her innate poison still raged unchecked.

Ning Chen even considered making her suffer this torment for life.

As the first to dare arrogantly provoke the Qinglian Sect, even as his concubine, she’d atone for eternity.

Ning Chen held grudges and repaid every slight.

Her “One-Line Sky” might look intimidating, but the sensation was merely good, not top-tier.

Compared to the Frostwhirl Vortex’s experience, who cared about Ji Qianyue’s feelings?

Letting her scratch the itch through boots was already his mercy.

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One by one, the challenges were cleared. Even outer sect disciples like Luo Fanshuang, Jiang Yan, Lin Chun, and He Xiaoxiao were correctly identified by Ning Chen.

However, the remaining inner sect female disciples proved far more difficult to guess. Ning Chen disdained cheating methods like using the system to peek, nor did he rely on blind luck to randomly guess.

If he didn’t know, he didn’t know. Even if it meant facing the “wall-facing” punishment, his competitive spirit remained unshaken.

But then, an unexpected situation arose.

The winding, labyrinthine folds, the perfectly snug fit—this was unmistakably the sensation of a treasure spirit’s physique.

Having taken form by absorbing the energy of Ning Chen’s Divine Nectar, its internal structure had naturally adapted to his preferences.

Setting aside novelty appeal, this was objectively the most pleasurable match for him.

But if this was Ji Zhiqing, then who had the previous one been?

For a moment, Ning Chen couldn’t decide.

Left with no choice, he shuttled back and forth between the two, comparing them repeatedly. Only on the third round did he realize the discrepancy.

The first one’s folds were fewer, and the pressure distribution when sheathing his Soul-Devouring Spear wasn’t as perfectly even.

A counterfeit!

And among his harem, the only one capable of such mimicry was the Peach Spirit, Li Yiya!

“Clever girl!”

To think she’d pull such a trick!

Then again, if she’d copied her original form, her unnatural skin and tail would have given her away instantly.

But she hadn’t gone far enough.

Had she replicated the appearance of any random inner sect disciple, even if the internals were off, he’d never have noticed!

After all, he barely remembered them.

Nearly fooled, Ning Chen naturally retaliated, fiercely punishing this audacious peach spirit until her pleas filled the air.

Soon, the entire round concluded.

With Liu Ruyan’s verification:

The sect leader and elders.

All personal disciples.

Four standout inner sect members.

And the two Ji family captives.

Ning Chen had identified every one of them.

As for those he hadn’t recognized, did he feel guilty?

Not a chance.

Hadn’t he compensated each with a full day of “attention”?

One must learn contentment.

The thirty inner sect female cultivators were both elated at the unexpected reward, and heartbroken because their senior brother didn’t remember them.

A quiet self-blame took root.

It was their fault—their bodies were too plain, unworthy of leaving an impression.

Yet from this, boundless determination arose.

If their natural gifts were lacking, they’d train harder!

If their grip wasn’t tight enough, they’d squeeze tighter!

If their depth was insufficient, they’d dig deeper!

One way or another, they would carve out a place in Senior Brother’s heart.

Meanwhile…

A hundred miles beyond the Qinglian Sect, a magnificent immortal ark emblazoned with a distinctive crest streaked across the sky, racing toward them like a meteor.