After reading the system prompt before him, Ning Chen couldn’t help but freeze. Wait, strictly speaking, one gold and one red. Luo Fanshuang’s red was the result of a special influence. Ning Chen curled his lips. So, she really was a weakened version of the Heavenly Ice Condensing Holy Body? And why was only a fragmentary version of the divine ability copied? Ning Chen was puzzled and quietly inquired before getting an answer. It turned out it was due to Luo Fanshuang’s original and current physique. Ice belonged to Yin, so her body could only endure the power of lunar essence, leading to a partial sacrifice. When the sun and moon overlapped, it was red. With only the moon, it became gold. Interesting, to say the least. Then there was Jiang Yan. She had copied Zhou Qin’s post-awakening bloodline, ensuring no bottlenecks before achieving immortality. Breaking through would be as easy as drinking water—her cultivation path was now completely unhindered. Coupled with her “Diligence Compensates for Slowness” talent, if she went all out in her training, her progress would likely be even more absurd. Ning Chen finally felt somewhat consoled. Who would’ve thought that the two with the best talents would also be the luckiest among these thirty-plus individuals? At least his efforts weren’t entirely wasted. In that last round, aside from these two, only ten newcomers had successfully received gifts. But most didn’t surpass the purple threshold—some gains were better than nothing. Who knew what else awaited once everything was over? Meanwhile, Luo Fanshuang and Jiang Yan. Their auras surged, competing with each other just like when they sought the true scriptures earlier. Core Formation Seventh Layer! Core Formation Eighth Layer! Core Formation Ninth Layer! The two women advanced almost neck and neck. And this was just a side effect of their awakened abilities. Ning Chen’s Ambrosial Nectar typically had a “first-time killer” effect—meaning the first use was the most potent. As for something like the diluted Green Lotus Chongyang Pills, they didn’t trigger this effect. You had to experience it firsthand. With good luck, it could be : Awakening exceptional talents, physiques, or divine abilities—far more valuable than a simple boost in cultivation. However, when Ning Chen saw the two women refusing to stop even after reaching Core Formation Perfection, he frowned and shot Mei Shi another look. Mei Shi understood immediately, flashing forward and gently interrupting their forced breakthroughs with a soft touch. “Elder, why did you do that? Can’t you see I was at a critical moment?” Jiang Yan was furious, while Luo Fanshuang, though silent, wore an icy expression. At this moment, Ning Chen spoke calmly, drawing everyone’s attention. “You’ve just awakened special physiques and talents. The residual energy in your bodies isn’t enough to form a flawless Nascent Soul. Consolidate first before continuing.” Ning Chen could have helped them like he did with Nan Gongling earlier, pouring in energy relentlessly—but why should he? This was their first meeting. Even if they were his women, it didn’t mean they deserved excessive investment. His recovery abilities meant he wouldn’t tire, but he was indeed a busy man racing against time. Hearing this, the two women realized their misunderstanding and quickly suppressed their emotions, bowing to Mei Shi in thanks. Then, without delay, they entered the final refinement stage. Their Core Formation and Nascent Soul realms were both incredibly solid. Once finished, Jiang Yan reacted the most passionately, rushing to Ning Chen’s side and pushing aside the surrounding beauties. She threw herself forward, resting at his knees while strategically cushioning his legs with her soft, warm bosom. Her lips parted, her voice dripping with charm. “Thank you, Eldest Brother, for bestowing this gift. Jiang Yan has no way to repay you except to serve by your side in the future—working hard, obeying your every command, with absolute loyalty.” The moment the information about the Supreme Immortal Vein Spirit Body appeared in her mind, her shock and joy were indescribable. Who could’ve imagined that the Ambrosial Nectar, aside from boosting cultivation, healing hidden injuries, and refining aptitude, could have such an heaven-defying effect? With this, her path to immortality was now guaranteed! In that instant, Jiang Yan knew one thing for certain: She could never leave Eldest Brother—or his treasure—ever again. Her words immediately drew discontent from the other women, who inwardly cursed her for her scheming. Yet Ning Chen remained unmoved. What a joke—was he someone who lacked star slaves? From daily care to dedicated peach servants, he had everything. How could he be swayed by such a simple vow? “Next time,” Ning Chen replied ambiguously. At this moment, Luo Fanshuang also stepped forward. Her usual cold demeanor had warmed in Ning Chen’s presence, her eyes now the ice-blue  signature of the Heavenly Ice Condensing Holy Body—yet they seemed even gentler. Stopping a few steps away, she bowed gracefully. “Thank you, Eldest Brother, for your grace in mending my bloodline and granting me the same innate divine ability as Eldest Sister. But my aptitude is lacking—I only awakened half of it.” Her voice was as clear as melting ice, incredibly pleasant to the ear. This was the first time Ning Chen had heard her speak so much outside of begging for mercy. He scanned her again. Not only had she gained one gold and one red, but her beauty had also increased slightly. Gazing at the radiant lunar mark in her eyes, Ning Chen chuckled. “This has nothing to do with aptitude. Your physique aligns with Yin, so you naturally couldn’t awaken Yang’s power.” “But this is already remarkable. Even within the entire sect, your current qualifications place you among the best—no less than a personal disciple.” Ning Chen wasn’t exaggerating. Both she and the woman clinging to his legs were in the same boat. But years of cultivation gaps weren’t easily bridged. It wasn’t that they’d arrived too late. Without the right aptitude, arriving earlier would’ve been pointless. Back then, Ning Chen hadn’t yet evolved his Holy Body into a Dao Body—the gifting function might not even have been unlocked. Promoting them to personal disciples now wouldn’t be justified. Ning Chen’s gaze swept over the group. Looking at the thirty-some individuals, an idea struck him. If armies had special forces, why couldn’t he create an elite group within the sect? The numbers wouldn’t need to be large—just enough to maintain a core force, nurtured to become the sect’s future pillars. 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