Chapter 3: You're Going to Wear Me Out

Chapter 3: You're Going to Wear Me Out

On this day, the entire Azure Cloud Sect was filled with joyous celebration, adorned with lanterns and banners, the atmosphere lively and bustling.

In the center of the plaza stood over a thousand young, beautiful women—each one a peerless beauty handpicked by the sect’s elders from hundreds of thousands. Their looks and figures were flawless beyond reproach.

Surrounding the plaza were countless disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect, all craning their necks in eager anticipation, their curiosity piqued about the venerable ancestor who was about to take concubines.

Among the crowd was Ning Yao.

Her brows slightly furrowed, she cast a cold, steady gaze toward the distance.

The Sword Ancestor had slapped her, but she had not yielded; instead, it had only steeled her resolve. Now, standing at the concubine selection, she was determined to see what this disrespectful old man really looked like—someone so brazen as to take a hundred concubines at once.

It was outrageous!

Ning Yao firmly believed that this ancestor must have practiced some demonic cultivation technique to become so depraved and unrestrained.

Around the plaza’s outskirts stood various figures from the great and small powers of the Northern Province. The beauties in the center had been contributed by these factions.

Excitement buzzed among them.

Though the competition was fierce, any faction whose beauties were chosen would rise rapidly in prestige.

“Ancestor, preparations are nearly complete...” Outside the secret chamber, Xuan Zu bowed slightly, his expression filled with reverence.

Behind him, a group of elders was equally excited.

Although the ancestor was just a mortal, every movement exuded an indescribable aura—a presence cultivated over ten thousand years.

After all, only supreme-level cultivators could live so long in this world.

And a supreme-level cultivator was nothing short of a legend in the savage lands where the Azure Cloud Sect resided.

“Good.”

With a creak, the door opened, and Chen Ping’an stepped out, a satisfied look on his face.

In the vast Azure Cloud Sect, finding a hundred ordinary women to be concubines was an effortless task.

What surprised him was that Xuan Zu had made the matter public to satisfy him—the ancestor—turning the concubine selection into a spectacle known by all.

In his first life, spanning ten thousand years, Chen Ping’an had spent over ninety percent of his time away from the sect, rendering his identity mysterious and known only to the sect leader and elder-level figures.

In this second life, with only a hundred years to live and having lost his immortality, he preferred to keep a low profile, not revealing his identity to the current disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect.

After all, his presence could do little to help the sect.

He planned only to quietly stay within the sect, living peacefully with a hundred beautiful concubines for a century, producing offspring and spreading his lineage.

If any of his descendants possessed cultivation talent and could join the sect to gain some reputation, Chen Ping’an would be overjoyed.

Having traversed one lifetime, one must leave something behind.

Bloodline might well be Chen Ping’an’s greatest consolation in this life.

“Ancestor, please,” Xuan Zu gestured, and a small teleportation array flickered into existence.

“No need for such a grand array...” Chen Ping’an nodded calmly, then turned to a man dressed in azure robes, smiling, “Xiao Long, just you come with me.”

Du Rulong, the current sect leader of the Azure Cloud Sect.

Chen Ping’an wanted to maintain a low profile within the sect and did not want numerous elder-level figures to appear at once.

That would scare the younger generation.

A flicker of regret crossed Xuan Zu’s face, but he understood the ancestor’s wishes and quickly composed himself.

Du Rulong hurried over respectfully and followed Chen Ping’an into the teleportation array.

Light flared, and the two gradually vanished.

Meanwhile, a pillar of light descended onto the plaza, revealing two figures within its glow.

Everyone held their breath, staring eagerly at the ancestor who was about to take concubines, eager to see what kind of person he was.

“So many people?”

As the light dimmed and his vision cleared, Chen Ping’an was startled.

More than a thousand beauties, each unique in charm—some plump, some slender—assaulted his gaze.

Though they could not compare to the girlfriends of his first life, as an ordinary man, Chen Ping’an felt content.

Du Rulong nervously suggested, “Ancestor, if you are willing, why not take them all?”

To him, an ancestor taking a thousand concubines was no big deal.

“You’re going to wear me out!” Chen Ping’an shot him a glare, then chuckled softly.

Just now, he had told Du Rulong to change how he addressed him; after all, "Great Ancestor" and "Ancestor" were not the same.

The Azure Cloud Sect had many elders—one more or less wouldn’t matter.

When the light finally faded, Chen Ping’an’s devilishly handsome, peerless visage was revealed to all.

The plaza fell deathly silent.

So silent you could hear a pin drop.

Yet after two seconds, countless heartbeats began to thrum wildly through the air.

“This... is too handsome, right?”

One beauty widened her eyes in disbelief as she stared at the figure clad in white, her heart fluttering wildly.

She had expected the Azure Cloud Sect’s ancestor to be an old man, but instead, he was not only youthful but astonishingly handsome.

She had never seen such a gorgeous man in her life.

A man like this—just one glance from him and she would gladly die for him.

“So handsome!”

“So beautiful...”

The atmosphere in the plaza erupted.

Over a thousand beauties trembled, their hearts lost.

The thought of marrying such a man made them all nearly faint from happiness.

“So handsome?”

Among the crowd, Ning Yao was momentarily stunned.

Her normally steady sword-heart rippled with unexpected waves.

This man was like a beam of light, instantly breaking through the calm surface of her heart, catching her off guard and leaving her somewhat flustered.

“Sister, this ancestor is so handsome! Ahh!!”

A female disciple excitedly tugged on Ning Yao’s sleeve, her eyes sparkling as she exclaimed.

But within Ning Yao’s heart, a colossal hand of darkness descended, erasing the image of the ancestor entirely.

She regained her composure.

“Hmph, just a mortal, disrespectful in his old age...” Ning Yao whispered, her head slowly bowing, her expression turning cold.

At that moment, her mind was a tempest: wild winds howling, towering waves crashing, flames raging within water—a chaotic apocalypse.

Chen Ping’an surveyed the surroundings, feeling somewhat troubled.

The younger generation of the Azure Cloud Sect had made this affair far too grand, selecting so many beauties that his choice became difficult.

Why not just take them all?

After all, he didn’t have many years left—might as well cultivate thoroughly and build a powerful Chen family.

“Ding! Ex-girlfriend detected. Sterilization system activating...”

Just as Chen Ping’an hesitated, a clear chime suddenly rang in his mind.

A system?

Chen Ping’an was stunned. He, a transmigrator, actually had a system?

Wait—what?

A sterilization system?

“Damn it! I curse you, you immortal bureaucrat!”

Enraged, Chen Ping’an’s fury soared.

He had only just planned to take a hundred concubines and produce descendants when this sterilization system appeared inside him.

Wasn’t this a dead end?

(End of Chapter)