Luo Fanshuang had initially felt regret, but after hearing Ning Chen’s words, she reconsidered. Nothing was perfect. What she’d gained was already rare. She bowed respectfully once more. “I see. In any case, thank you, Eldest Brother.” Ning Chen nodded in acknowledgment. So-called icy aloofness—just a round of rod discipline was enough to make her obedient. Now, wasn’t she polite and respectful? As he mused, a thought struck him, and he quickly asked the system: “By the way, can I copy her Heavenly Ice Condensing Holy Body?” Liu Ruyan’s case was a one-time achievement reward after injecting a thousand liters, so he could only look. But Luo Fanshuang’s was a direct result of his Ambrosial Nectar’s influence. The system’s reply was as expected. Ning Chen was delighted. This time, the rewards were substantial—worth all the effort he’d put in. Once he copied the Heavenly Ice Condensing Holy Body, he’d likely gain ice immunity. No matter how cold Liu Ruyan’s depths were, he’d remain unharmed. Free to gallop through the alternating ice and fire without restraint. “By the way, system, can I copy the Moon Spirit Sovereign divine ability?” This was truly a melting pot of abilities! Ning Chen couldn’t help but marvel at the system’s overpowered functionality. Copy the evolved version, then the devolved version—this wasn’t just copying. It was more like completing a full collection. If one day he could gather every talent, physique, and divine ability in this world, how much experience could he gain from a single day of seclusion? After hearing their conversation, Jiang Yan—the only other one who’d received a divine gift—was merely surprised. But the other female cultivators were both stunned and green with envy! Their eyes fixated on the lunar glow in Luo Fanshuang’s ice-blue eyes, hearts sour with jealousy. But at the same time, their hopes burned even brighter, eyes shining with anticipation. Sensing the shift in atmosphere, Ning Chen understood. He knew exactly what these women were thinking. Like buying lottery tickets in his past life—once the idea took root, they’d keep gambling, thinking, What if? But his Ambrosial Nectar was fundamentally different from a lottery. The latter was pure loss if luck was bad. His nectar, however, was a guaranteed win even just for cultivation boosts. There was no losing. Glancing at the sky outside, Ning Chen bent down to pick up the robes he hadn’t worn all day. After dressing, he yawned and stepped onto the jade platform first. Having sat for nearly an entire day, even his iron will felt fatigued. Only at midnight would his state fully refresh. “That’s enough for today. Follow me,” he said softly. At his words, all the beauties except Mei Shi quickly gathered around. Now that they were Ning Chen’s “dogs,” no discipline was needed. The group ascended to the top floor. Clad in his black robe, Ning Chen walked along the circular corridor and immediately saw Duanmu Yao rolling around on his bed. Her slender legs rubbed against the sheets, one hand busy beneath her— Ning Chen’s eyes twitched. His gaze shifted to Chu Ning, who was meditating. At least she was normal. Hearing the noise, both reacted instantly. They moved to greet him, but Duanmu Yao was faster. “No need.” Ning Chen raised a hand to stop them, then flopped onto his massive round bed. Behind him, the crowd of naked beauties filed in. Sinking into the soft mattress, Ning Chen sighed in contentment. His lazy eyes scanned the room. “Rest here tonight. Find your own spots—anywhere’s fine.” Even though his energy would reset at midnight, he had no plans to move until tomorrow. He then announced the next activity: A tower-climbing challenge. Tomorrow, each woman would guard a floor. He’d charge through, conquering each “enemy.” After each “battle,” he’d advance to the next floor for a new opponent. Once instructions were given, Ning Chen ignored the lingering crowd. With a snap of his fingers, the lights went out. He closed his eyes for a nap. The women exchanged glances until the boldest, Duanmu Yao, made the first move—squeezing into Ning Chen’s arms thanks to her petite frame. Chu Ning followed, claiming the other side. She’d now mastered the Nether Furnace Devourer, keeping her body temperature just slightly warmer than a normal person’s. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍 The uncontrolled kidney fire wouldn’t flare up unless actively triggered, and it wasn’t time yet. Seeing this, the other beauties hesitated no longer, swarming forward. The round bed was large and sturdy enough. There was just enough space. But the VIP spots near Ning Chen were first-come, first-served. Luo Fanshuang happened to end up at the foot of the bed. In the darkness, she stole glances at the seemingly endless path before her, her fair skin flushing slightly. Exhausted from the day, the room gradually quieted. But after some time, Ning Chen’s eyes suddenly snapped open. His expression twisted. Who’s sucking at this hour?! Meanwhile, far beyond the Southern Region, in the Northern Region. Moonlight spilled over the land, spiritual energy swirling. Towers and palaces dotted the city, countless lights twinkling like a celestial paradise. Even at night, vast immortal ships traversed the skies, bustling like daytime. Tianxin City—one of the Northern Region’s major hubs. Its prosperity stemmed from the Ji Family, a top-tier cultivation clan residing here. Ever since the Ji Family’s ancestor broke through to the Unity Realm, the clan had flourished for millennia, ranking among the most prominent families. At this moment, inside the Ji Family’s council chamber. A middle-aged man with stern features sat at the head, his deep gaze fixed on the woman kneeling below. “Yunshu, you wish to replace your brother in overseeing this year’s Hundred Dynasties War in the Southern Region?”