There were six men dining on the second floor.

On the street, Nie Kong had judged from women's murmurs that several men had already entered NanCheng before him. He hadn't expected to encounter them here. Since entering Yin Xu, this was the first time Nie Kong had seen men in this bizarre space, prompting him to scrutinize them intently.

Ugliness doesn't exist for either men or women in Yin Xu.

These men possessed extraordinary handsomeness; any one of them would have been a heartthrob in his previous life. Yet now they appeared pale-skinned, with vacant eyes and gaunt figures—stripped naked, they'd rival bamboo poles.

As Nie Kong and Mu Xinye ascended, these men were gathered together, delivering grand speeches while gesturing at the surrounding beauties. Upon closer inspection, Nie Kong noticed their faces covered in thick powder—an attempt to hide the exhaustion etched into every pore.

Nie Kong shook his head...

These fellows clearly indulged excessively, which was only natural given such an environment.

In Yin Xu, beautiful women were as abundant as raindrops; no effort was needed to seduce them. To put it bluntly, a man's mere finger twitch would draw countless beauties like moths to flame, eager to sample his masculinity. Born into this world of endless feminine company, these men wouldn't be odd if they couldn't resist.

Conversely, in an environment with abundant men but scarce women, countless males would fight tooth and nail for a single partner.

"True stallions incarnate!"

Gazing at those men, Nie Kong sighed profoundly. Compared to the corrupt officials from his past life who maintained dozens of mistresses, these individuals were cosmic trash—those officials' mistresses counted by hundreds while these men's experiences measured in thousands or even tens of thousands.

It seemed these men existed solely as stallions, not for producing offspring but satisfying Yin Xu's female populace. Devoting themselves day and night to women's pleasures, even with awakened bloodlines and cultivation abilities, they'd likely never live long.

Watching their merry banter, Nie Kong suddenly felt pity—what could be sorrier than dying as a stud?

"Hey, another black fellow arrived."

A coquettish voice barely fell when nearly all eyes on the second floor fixed on Nie Kong ascending the stairs. Gasps and exclamations followed immediately.

While these men outshone him in handsomeness, Nie Kong's physique wasn't unimpressive either. Years of "Huanglong Linglu" cultivation and rigorous training had sculpted his body into a lean yet robust form—unlike those loosely draped figures whose pale skin paled next to his bronze-hued flesh. Every movement radiated masculine vigor.

Gradually, the surrounding women's gazes turned peculiar.

Contrast breeds discovery.

Having grown accustomed to seeing frail powdered men, they assumed all males looked like that. Now confronted with Nie Kong's stark difference, their reactions were inevitable. Otherwise, how could his arrival have drawn the entire street's attention and provoked such commotion?

"Dear boy, I don't recall having seen you before in NanCheng?"

A fiery-figured woman suddenly rose from among the powdered men, her waist swaying like willow as she approached Nie Kong with a sultry giggle. Her white hand freely brushed his chest before widening into an awestruck smile. "Darling, I didn't expect such sturdy flesh—leaning against you must feel divine."

"Is that true..."

Hearing this, the second floor's beauties' eyes gleamed brighter as they advanced toward Nie Kong. In moments, all six men found themselves abandoned while every woman clustered around Nie Kong instead. The men exchanged glances, their faces darkening—they'd never been ignored since birth.

"Waah! So solid!"

"Far more comfortable than them—these guys feel like mere bones. Hey, is he really human? Aren't all men supposed to be frail?"

"Foolishness! That's what real manhood looks like!"

...

The women grew increasingly brazen, their delicate hands kneading his body.

Nie Kong knew this was Yin Xu's customs and didn't get angry—only headache. Though these women weren't as direct as Mu Piao, they kept inching lower toward sensitive areas. Under such circumstances, even if he had a hundred arms, Nie Kong couldn't manage the siege.

"Stop!"

Blocking two hands aiming at his most vulnerable spot, Nie Kong roared. Unfortunately, this thunderous voice failed to intimidate anyone.

After a brief pause, their laughter only grew louder. Turning toward Mu Xinye in desperation, Nie Kong found her merely smirking before drinking heartily—no rescue forthcoming.

Helpless, Nie Kong wedged his hands between two women and pushed hard through the crowd. Suddenly he bumped into something soft yet springy, filling his nose with fragrance.

"Dear boy, already impatient?"

The woman didn't retreat but leaned closer, thrusting her plump breasts forward.

Being harassed by a lustful woman!

Nie Kong inwardly cursed, feeling an approaching strike behind him. Instinctively countering, he grasped another firm orb through clothing—smoothness still transmitted to his fingertips despite the fabric barrier. Yet now wasn't the time for pleasure; he immediately changed directions.

Seconds later, however, he found himself blocked again.

Waves of perfume surged around him with undulating bodies. Every view was either a coquettish face or white-blossoming chests and their deep ravines between them. Extremely，Nie Kong decided to fight through with both hands randomly pushing against the throng, desperately escaping the flesh trap.

Endlesscalls surrounded him as Nie Kong unknowingly brushed countless soft orbs, his fingers numb from the assaults. Yet after several minutes, he hadn't escaped—his vital spots had been attacked dozens of times and his face now bore numerous lip prints.

"Enough!"

Nie Kong's tolerance finally shattered, violent green light erupted from within, instantly sweeping aside startled women who involuntarily stepped back, leaving him a one-meter radius space.

"You'll stop soon! Don't think I won't hit women just because I'm male—the hell, even if you're female, I won't hesitate to strike!"

Nie Kong's voice was cold and grim. Since his soul merged with this Tianling Continent world, he'd never felt so helpless before.

"Dear boy, I wish you'd hit me—why not come home right now? You can beat me anywhere you like; I promise not to resist."

Still the first flirtatious woman returned, her luscious buttocks swaying as she approached Nie Kong with wanton eyes sparkling.

"Little brother," another purred, "come home with this sister. Beat wherever you want! A secret—I'm still a virgin, so be gentle or I might die... hehe..."

"Ignore them!" A new voice chimed in. "Dear boy, come home with me; I'll give you two 'Yinyue Shi' stones."

"Two? Count as nothing! Three from me!"

"Four! Four for him!"

"..."

"Ten!"

"Just take me and my sister will provide all the 'Yinyue Shi' you need in life!"

...

Eventually, dozens of young beauties began shamelessly bidding prices on the second floor.

Nie Kong felt absurd—damn it, he was a man, not one of those soft-serving guys from his previous life! Threats were useless; Nie Kong was genuinely at a loss. These women had no malicious intent. Could he really fight them? If provoked, their collective spit might drown him—and with so many high-grade cultivators like Mu Xinye present...

"Hey, this brother has great fortune—so many sisters want you! Hurry and choose or should we kneel?"

A sneering voice suddenly cut through.

The six powdered men had mysteriously appeared at the crowd's periphery. Seeing Nie Kong being vied for, these guys felt both jealous and furious—the entire second floor's women had been tonight's prey but were now completely swept away by this newcomer!

"You effeminate wretch! Shut your trap!"

Hearing that sneer, Nie Kong's anger found its target—aimed at the black-clothed man.

"Y-You... You insult me?"

The black-clothed man seemed stunned, powdered face shedding in disbelief.

"Precisely! Insulting you! Get lost or vanish back to where you came from!"

Nie Kong coldly smiled.

"You... You..."

The black-clothed man trembled with rage, his face showing no change but ears and neck flushed crimson.

...

Unexpectedly, the women went silent, their beautiful eyes shifting between Nie Kong and the black-clothed man. This was rare entertainment! As Nie Kong channeled energy to push aside nearby women, he vanished in a flash beyond the circle.

His contemptuous gaze swept past the six men before walking straight toward Mu Xinye.

"Stand still!"

The sneering voice followed from behind.

"What's up?"

Nie Kong turned around nonchalantly while keeping an eye on dozens of women—should they regroup for another siege and if Mu Xinye continued her passive stance, he might have to leave NanCheng alone heading north toward Yin Yue Cheng.

"You bastard! You dare insult me? Do you know who I am?"

The black-clothed man pointed at Nie Kong, grinding his teeth in fury.

"Oh yeah? Who are you then?"

Nie Kong leisurely asked.

"I'm a man!"

The black-clothed man barked out.

"Pfft!" Nie Kong snorted. "You effeminate wretch—a useless male-female hybrid! Do you even know how to write the word 'man'?"

Nie Kong had expected this guy to claim royal lineage but instead got a declaration of basic humanity—clearly, these men raised in women's world maintained only physical masculinity while their hearts rotted.

"You still dare insult me... You're dead!"

The black-clothed man trembled with rage, shrieking as he lunged forward. Whether unused to fights or blinded by anger, he didn't even activate his heart form or spiritual energy when striking.

"I'll not only curse you but also beat you senseless!"

Nie Kong sneered before ignoring the powerless punches, suddenly sweeping his arm across to deliver a heavy slap on the man's face.

"Crack!"

The resounding impact echoed through the second floor as the black-clothed man spun wildly in place. Nie Kong's left palm then flashed out like lightning, sending the thin figure flying—THUD! The entire building seemed to shudder from his crash landing.

"Ooh!"

The black-clothed man screamed, rolling up while his powdered face revealed four blood-red fingerprints, each cheek swollen and lips bleeding faintly.

"Good... good. You actually hit me. No one has ever dared do this since birth!"

Fixating on Nie Kong with venomous eyes, the man unleashed a thick black mist from his brow, forming an enormous thorn-studded black vine—each spiky branch bristling with deadly barbs.

"Thousand-spine Ink Dragon Whip!"

"Unexpected! This male cultivates 'Thousand-spine Ink Dragon Whip' heart form—a very powerful ability. The spikes supposedly contain lethal poison."

"Heh, Thousand-spine... Could his mother be the one from Xi Hou Cheng?"

...

The moment the black vine appeared, astonished murmurs erupted among the women while Mu Xinye finally stood up, eyes narrowing at the monstrous vine in front of the black-clothed man as her fists unconsciously tightened.

"Die!"

With surrounding reactions fueling his wrath, the black-clothed man's bloodshot eyes glowed with malice. Howling, he whipped the vine toward Nie Kong—instantly, deafening cracks echoed across the second floor as reality seemed to tear under the spiked whiplash.

This effeminate wretch actually had strong cultivation—probably high-grade Hua Ling tier. But what concerned Nie Kong was his "Thousand-spine Ink Dragon Whip" heart form—the surrounding reactions proved its deadly poison caused fear even among experts.

Too bad, I despise poison most!

Nie Kong's eyes narrowed as the Yin Yang Shi Ling Jue silently activated. At the vine's impending strike to his head, he suddenly stepped sideways with Yi Hua Dun Ying before raising his right hand to seize the whip's end in a flash.

Stinging sensation shot through—those barbs had pierced even Nie Kong's spiritual barrier, sinking into flesh. Within moments, his entire palm glowed with malignant black light proving the "Thousand-spine" poison's ferocity.

"Xiangxiang!"

Nie Kong calmly transmitted an intent to his companion.

"Aiya!"

Feeling movement restored! Xiangxiang joyfully jumped up while dozens of medicinal energies surged from Yaochi Xue, converging on Nie Kong's right palm simultaneously.

"Go!"

The black-clothed man grinned cruelly before violently shaking the vine—layers of black mist surged toward its tip like tidal waves. Instantly, the front half paled to green while the back darkened further into abyssal blackness—especially the part Nie Kong gripped.

Watching from the sidelines, women silently tensed for Nie Kong. If this sturdy man died to the "Thousand-spine" poison, it'd be a tragedy. Several high-grade cultivators were already preparing in case intervention became necessary.

However, soon they realized their fears were groundless—the black mist halted at Nie Kong's wrist and stopped spreading up his arm clearly indicating some countermeasure was working.

The black-clothed man's smile gradually faded as he stared doubtfully at the whip's end Nie Kong still held. What perplexed him was why this man hadn't collapsed yet. After a moment, his face twisted into even uglier rage.

"Go!"

Another shrill cry and the "Thousand-spine Ink Dragon Whip" erupted violently while black mist surged in increasingly ferocious waves.

Within seconds, all blackness concentrated at the whip's tip with hints of spreading outward.

Yet Nie Kong showed no poisoning symptoms—his face instead carried a slight smile.

Soon, onlookers gaped as both the whip's tip and Nie Kong's palm began fading black visibly. Dozens later, the dark turned faint then after more moments, the vine's tip even revealed green hues.

This bizarre transformation left women stunned into silence—it was incomprehensible.

Even several high-grade Yu Ling experts admitted they could resist but not neutralize such lethal poison from the "Thousand-spine" heart form. Yet right here on this second floor, the very man they'ded for hours effortlessly achieved what they couldn't.

The black-clothed man found it impossible to comprehend, staring wide-eyed at Nie Kong's grip on his whip while whispering: "How can this be? My heart form is the Thousand-spine Ink Dragon Whip..."

"Burst!"

Suddenly, he howled menacingly as his vine rapidly expanded—within moments what was once three-finger-width thick now matched a sea bowl in girth.

Nie Kong secretly snorted. With poison removed, most of the whip's energy became pure vitality and wood spirit elements. Focusing, Nie Kong's meridians shuddered violently while Yin Yang Shi Ling Jue accelerated. Subtly, a small vortex seemed forming at his palm center.

Next instant, not only did the expansion halt but the sea-bowl-sized vine began shrinking instead.

The black-clothed man gaped open-mouthed as the whip's size halved in an instant. Seeing this, many women couldn't contain their giggles anymore.

"Burst! Burst! Burst! Burst! Make it burst!"

Regaining awareness, the sweating man's face contorted violently into a frenzied screech. Yet no matter how fiercely his "Thousand-spine" whip writhed, the explosion never materialized while the vine continued shrinking.

"Seems you've nothing left up your sleeve!"

Nie Kong coldly laughed before barking: "Come here!"

Snatching the "Thousand-spine Ink Dragon Whip,"

The black-clothed man was dragged toward Nie Kong with his vine like a puppet on strings.

"Gather!"

Suddenly changing expression, the panicked man screamed as the vine struggled to break free from Nie Kong's grip—futilely. His own body kept approachingNie Kong while that cold gaze made terror flood his face.

"Bang!"

An enlarging fist suddenly filled his vision as he howled like a raped chicken before flying backward, crashing onto the floor with blood seeping through his fingers clutching his nose.

Flipping the vine away to embed into the man's brow, Nie Kong then stepped on his chest and unleashed punch after punch—blood sprayed everywhere while screams grew fainter. Only when all sounds ceased did he stop scanning toward the remaining five handsome young men.

At first, these five men had been eager to intervene when Nie Kong clashed with the black-cloaked stranger. But upon witnessing the latter's "Thousand Spine Black Dragon Whip" failing to subdue Nie Kong after countless attempts, they suddenly retreated into shadows—especially after seeing Nie Kong deliver a brutal beating to one of their own that made them tremble in terror. Now under the weight of his ferocious glare, their eyes darted nervously away.

"A bunch of spineless eunuchs!"

Nie Kong seethed with frustration; these men had clearly spent too long serving as concubine-servants, lacking even basic manhood while fixating day and night on women's underthings. What right did such wastes have to call themselves men?

"Get lost! Take this bastard with you!"

The five young men scrambled like released prisoners, dragging the cloaked man down the stairs. The last among them stumbled over a step, toppling into his companions in a cascading tangle of limbs. Six bodies rolled down the staircase together, crashing onto the first floor below in a heap of tangled arms and legs.

Nie Kong exhaled sharply. His final beating had been deliberate—meant to make the scene more violent, driving away those rowdy women nearby. But as he licked blood from his lip, his gaze caught something unexpected. The women hadn't flinched at all; if anything, their eyes burned hotter with desire now, their lingering glances dripping with a seductive warmth that could melt any man's resolve.

Someone took the first step forward. A wave of feminine motion surged toward him like crashing waves.

"Damn it!"

Nie Kong cursed and sprinted to the window, launching himself through the frame in one fluid movement.