Suddenly, each and every Nascent Soul elder of the Hehuan Sect became extremely excited.
They were dressed in light, enticing clothes, their attractiveness severe and charming.
Thanks to the effects of their cultivation technique, each one was exceptionally beautiful. Although they couldn't compare to Ji Bingyu and the others, they each had their own unique charm, capable of making countless male cultivators fall for them.
"Sisters, I fancy this man."
"You have more than three thousand admirers, surely you don't need another one."
"I've been single for many years and my chambers are lonely. I need a man to fill my emptiness."
"Give this man to me."
A woman dressed in blue, a Nascent Soul cultivator, immediately spoke.
"Nonsense, you don't even think before you tell lies."
"You've been single for so many years, yet so many True Disciples of respected orthodox sects have been your close companions."
"You have countless men around you, and yet you dare to describe yourself as lonely."
"I don't know how you manage to say these things without any shame."
A white-clad Nascent Soul female cultivator scoffed, puncturing the other's deceit without mercy.
"So, it's come to this. You all want to snatch this man from me."
"Hehe, snatch him, snatch him — scared of you? This is an opportunity for enlightenment. Who would give it up?"
"Exactly. Such a high-quality man is a rare sight. If we miss this one, there won't be another. No one would give that up."
"There's no need for this. We're all sisters, why fight over a man? Women should help women."
"So, how about this? Leave him to me. I will make it up to you all in the future."
"My, my, I can't believe you can say such ignorant things. Moreover, 'compensate us in the future'? How do you plan to do that? Are you going to find another man with a Pure Yang Body?"
"Well, naturally after marrying this man, I will have more than ten sons. Each of them will have Pure Yang Bodies and can be available for you all."
"Nonsense! I can't believe you can say something like that. If a Pure Yang Body was hereditary, there wouldn't be so few men with this constitution in the world."
The Nascent Soul female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect argued amongst themselves, all unwilling to back down.
"Enough, I've taken a liking to this man."
"None of you are allowed to make a move."
Just then, a clear, charming voice rang out, echoing in the Sea of Consciousness of every female cultivator present.
From a distance, a stunning beauty slowly walked over. Her captivating eyes, brimming with allure and capable of captivating souls, seemed to be able to make any man weak with just a glance.
She had a mane of long, black hair, styled up, and her beautiful face and raised brows projected an aristocratic elegance, as if she were a goddess looking down upon all — an untouchable beauty.
Most importantly, her figure was exceptional. Even the loose robes she wore couldn't conceal her proud figure.
Her presence in this place was like a crane among chickens, standing out spectacularly.
All the female cultivators were overpowered by her aura.
It was as if all the other women were ordinary and only she was the real fairy, a temperament beyond the mortal coil.
Each one of them lowered their heads in deference, none daring to speak out.
The newcomer was the head sister of the Hehuan Sect, Xia Shuiyang, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. She was only 450 years old, yet her prospects were limitless. She was regarded as the most likely person to become the next Sect Master of Hehuan Sect—an untouchable and lofty existence.