The Hehuan Sect Was Squeezed Dry for Ten Thousand Years, but It Became a Sacred Ground?-Chapter 168

Chapter 168

The immortal ark was only a few dozen zhang long—not particularly large.

Yet its body was neither metal nor wood, its lines sleek and fluid like a crescent moon. The surface emitted a warm, jade-like luster, with faint blue-gold runes swirling across it like swimming dragons.

The prow arched high, carved into a half-spread-winged black phoenix, its eyes inlaid with crimson spirit stones. As spiritual energy pulsed within them, the carving seemed alive, as if ready to soar into the sky at any moment.

Truly extraordinary.

The ark cut through the sea of clouds like a flying shuttle, yet not a single sound escaped—every bit of resistance was blocked by a shimmering barrier.

“How much longer?” Standing at the edge of the ark, watching the clouds rush past, Ji Yunshu—dressed in blue-and-white robes—spoke up.

Beside her, a voluptuous black-haired woman in dark robes and a white inner garment glanced down at the immortal navigation chart in her hands before replying, “Young Mistress, at this low-speed setting, we should arrive in half a ke.”

“In this realm, even the speed of an immortal ark is suppressed—it can’t surpass the flight speed of a Soul Transformation cultivator,” Ji Yun added in explanation.

“Hmm.” Ji Yunshu nodded, yet her heart remained unsettled.

Noticing her unease, Ji Yun—her mature yet timelessly beautiful face softening with concern—comforted her in a gentle voice, “Young Mistress, the Qinglian Sect is just an ordinary southern sect. Even among Soul Transformation cultivators, the difference in strength is vast. And with Third Young Miss under Qianyue’s protection, nothing could have happened.”

Ji Yunshu still couldn’t relax. “But after all these days, why hasn’t Third Sister sent any word?”

“You know how playful she is—she probably just forgot.”

Ji Yunshu pressed her lips together. Of course she knew.

But ever since learning of the fate her younger sister would face—one she could hardly resist—she couldn’t help but pay extra attention.

So much so that even Second Sister Yunhuang sometimes grew jealous.

Though they were only months apart in age, Ji Yunshu had somehow taken on the role of an elder, making her sisters increasingly dependent—childish, even.

Of course, that alone wasn’t enough to make her so anxious.

The truth was, Ji Yunshu knew that unless something unexpected happened, this would likely be the last time her sister would be allowed to leave freely.

It might also be her only chance to escape her fate.

That was why she needed to know her every move.

Her gaze flickered subtly toward Ji Yun, who was currently steering the ark with part of her focus. Ji Yunshu lowered her head slightly, her expression unreadable.

To achieve her goal, she had to avoid prying eyes.

Though Auntie Yun was close to her mother and had always been her protector, Ji Yunshu couldn’t reveal even a hint of her plans.

Because above all else, Ji Yun was loyal to the Ji Clan—she would never allow anything that might harm its interests.

“Let’s hope so.” Ji Yunshu responded flatly before falling silent, waiting for the ark to reach its destination.

Meanwhile, deep within the Qinglian Sect’s Demon-Sealing Pagoda, the second round of games had already begun.

Since bare legs—no matter how beautiful—eventually lost their novelty after too much exposure, Ning Chen had drawn inspiration from his past life and the System’s archives, commissioning Mei Shi to procure a large batch of stockings for added flair.

The delivery had arrived yesterday, and today, Ning Chen was ready to enjoy the results.

After the “facing the wall” challenge, a leg competition was the perfect follow-up!

The prize? Simple—three winners would get to sleep for two days.

This time, however, fewer participants were allowed.

Those who had already won the previous round were automatically disqualified—though the real reason was that these were trial products, and there weren’t enough stockings to go around.

Beyond selecting the most beautiful legs, Ning Chen also intended to use this subjective judging to determine the stocking styles for different ranks—outer disciples, inner disciples, core disciples, elders, and finally, the Sect Master—before mass-producing them.

Unlike the uniformity of robes, this alternative classification felt refreshing.

Outside the sect, female cultivators could stick to their traditional, conservative attire.

But inside the Qinglian Sect?

Legs on full display, clad in stockings—easier on the eyes when admiring beauty, since aesthetics nourished the soul!

As the women selected their preferred styles, the show finally began.

First up—Sect Master Liu Ruyan.

A sheer gauze robe draped over her body, half-concealing, half-revealing. Her originally fair, slender legs were now sheathed in sheer black, the fabric stretching taut over her skin, glimpses of flesh peeking through with every step.

Ning Chen’s gaze was instantly hooked.

Noticing his reaction, Liu Ruyan curled her lips into a faint smile, swaying forward gracefully before looping her arms around his neck and settling into his lap.

“A’Chen~”

“Call me Judge.”

Ning Chen remained expressionless, utterly unmoved by the beauty before him as he focused solely on evaluating the stockings.

His hand traced over them.

Cool to the touch—this pair must be woven from thousand-year ice silkworm silk.

Liu Ruyan had clearly put thought into her choice, leveraging her “Ice Jade Beauty” image for maximum effect.

As his fingers glided down, the texture was—

Not “mouthwatering,” but hand-watering—smooth as melted chocolate!

This wasn’t just black silk.

It was liquid silk spun from divine confectionery!

After thorough appreciation, Ning Chen didn’t hesitate—he raised a 9-point scoreboard, then added a tiny 0.1.

Liu Ruyan, however, wasn’t satisfied.

With the room temporarily empty except for them, she began squirming, trying to sway the judge.

But who was Ning Chen?

The epitome of impartiality!

Before he could shove her off, though, Liu Ruyan leaned in, her breath warm against his ear.

“A’Chen, at least let me score higher than my junior sister. If you do… in a few days, any position you want. Even if you want to tie me up~”

Ning Chen paused—but still pushed her away.

A score of 9.1 was already high.

Cultivators’ bodies were refined by spiritual energy, their skin and proportions naturally flawless—far beyond the artificial “long legs” of his past life.

Legs that would’ve been considered “god-tier” back then would barely scrape a 6.0 here.

The difference was that stark.

Still, after some thought, Ning Chen adjusted the score—turning the 1 into a 5.

Let it be known—he wasn’t swayed by temptation.

He’d simply miscalculated.

Yes. Miscalculated.

After recording Liu Ruyan’s score, Ning Chen struck the bell on the table with a small mallet.

The crisp chime echoed, and the next contestant strode in.

Xu Qingyao.

She wore the same semi-sheer gauze top—standard for the competition.

Too covered? Too formal.

Too exposed? Lacking finesse.

This half-concealed, half-revealed aesthetic was just right.

Ning Chen’s gaze slid downward.

She, too, had chosen black silk—clearly aiming to outdo her senior sister.

But unlike Liu Ruyan’s full-length stockings, Xu Qingyao’s only reached mid-thigh.

Her legs were plumper, the silk stretched thinner, the flesh more pronounced.

The hem even featured a bold lace trim, perfectly matching Ning Chen’s impression of her wild nature.

Though equally stunning, Ning Chen’s attention kept drifting upward as she walked.

No helping it—they were just too distracting.

Xu Qingyao melted into his lap with a lazy, drunken grace.

In terms of technique and allure, she completely outclassed Liu Ruyan.

Noticing her junior sister’s provocative gaze, Liu Ruyan gritted her teeth.

Hussy!

One of these days, she’d teach her what it meant to respect her elders!

Ning Chen focused intently, carefully assessing.

The matte texture wasn’t as smooth as before, but it carried a mysterious allure—especially with her sitting on him, the silk straining over plush thighs, the translucence teasing like a sealed treasure, just waiting to be ripped open.

He closed his eyes, comparing the two.

But Xu Qingyao wouldn’t stay still, grinding against him shamelessly.

Annoyed, Ning Chen pushed her away without mercy.

Xu Qingyao pouted as she stood, the silk still clinging.

In the end, he gave her a 9.0, plus an extra 0.1.

9.1—0.4 lower than Liu Ruyan.

A clear gap.

Xu Qingyao’s legs were undeniably top-tier among the voluptuous type, but they couldn’t hold his attention.

Why?

Those two massive distractions stole the spotlight.

Overkill.

If this were a chest competition, Xu Qingyao would dominate.

But today?

Second place it is.

As Xu Qingyao sulked, Liu Ruyan preened like she’d just broken through to Soul Transformation.

Ding-ding-ding!

Next!

Ning Chen struck the bell again.

This time, a petite, lively girl bounded in—jet-black hair in a bun, delicate features, and most importantly—flat.

One of the two legal lolis, Duanmu Yao.

Now, with tiny dragon horns and a tail, her slender legs were sheathed in pure white silk, like milk-flavored popsicles—washing away the earlier black silk’s heat.

She cannonballed into Ning Chen’s lap, her little feet swinging playfully.

The view was even clearer now.

His fingers brushed over them—soft, milky, not too sweet, not too bland.

Especially around the knees and toes, where the fabric thinned, revealing a tempting pink beneath the white.

Pure White Wedding!

Truly, lolis were meant for white silk.

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