106: Chapter 106 Ji Ling'er's Infatuation Diary!

Two days ago, Zhongtian Domain, Ancient Ji Family.

Inner Courtyard of the Ji Family, Purple Bamboo Court.

In a bedroom decorated with excessive refinement, the walls were covered in paintings.

They weren't landscapes, nor flowers and birds; they were all of the same man.

Hair bound by a wooden hairpin, dressed in black robes—some showed him drinking tea, others showed him squinting at the sky with half-closed eyes. Every painting had a different expression, but they shared one common trait.

Handsome.

So handsome that even the paper couldn't contain that lazy charm.

On the bed, a young girl about fifteen or sixteen years old was rolling around on a brocade quilt, clutching a thin notebook. Her watery eyes were fixed on an open page, her cheeks burning red, and her short legs kicking joyfully.

Ji Linger, the little princess raised in the palm of the Ji Family's hand.

She had a paintbrush in her mouth, unaware of the ink smudge on the tip of her nose, as she scribbled furiously on a blank page of the notebook.

"Today, I looked at the replica portrait of Emperor Yun destroying five Saints in three breaths within the Azure Emperors Secret Realm again. Heavens, his posture when he strikes is so beautiful—ten thousand times more beautiful than my drawings."

"I've decided. From now on, I have only one standard for a Dao Companion—they must look like Emperor Yun."

"No, looking like him isn't enough; it must be Emperor Yun himself."

"No one else will do."

She rolled over, buried her face in the pillow, let out two muffled screams, then flipped back over to continue writing.

"Mother said I can't marry a man weaker than me. Emperor Yun is at the Great Emperor Peak, the strongest in the entire Human Realm; he fits the criteria perfectly."

"I just don't know if he likes younger girls."

She looked down at her unremarkable chest and pouted.

"Whatever, I can still grow."

The tip of the brush added a small line of text on the paper.

"If Emperor Yun likes them big, I'll go borrow some Breast Enhancement Pills from Auntie. Auntie's are so big, she must have some in stock."

Having written this, Ji Linger closed the notebook with satisfaction and hugged it to her chest.

Then, she heard footsteps coming from the doorway.

The door was pushed open.

A woman in a purple palace dress stood at the door, her figure full and curvaceous, with a hint of dignified pressure between her brows.

Ji Ziyue, an Old Ancestor of the Ji Family, at the Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level.

Ji Linger's biological aunt.

Ji Ziyue's gaze swept across the wall full of portraits, her brow twitching once; then she looked at her niece on the bed clutching the diary, and her brow twitched twice.

"Linger, since when did your room become an art exhibition?"

Ji Linger hid the diary behind her back at a speed that reached the limit of the Dragon Transformation Realm Great Perfection.

"It's not! What art exhibition! This is a cultivation notebook!"

Ji Ziyue walked over and reached out her hand.

"Give it here."

"No!"

Ji Ziyue slightly released her Pseudo-Emperor aura.

Ji Linger's hand went limp, and the diary was taken away.

Ji Ziyue flipped to the first page, her gaze falling upon it.

She flipped to the second page.

Then the third.

She flipped through twenty pages in a row.

The corner of Ji Ziyue's mouth twitched.

She placed the diary on the table and crossed her arms.

"Enough."

Ji Ziyue rubbed the space between her eyebrows.

It wasn't that she didn't understand a young girl's infatuation, but this level had exceeded the normal range.

"Just what kind of magic does this Lu Chen have to enchant you like this?"

She muttered to herself, her tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.

Ji Linger hopped off the bed, clenching her fists, her eyes so bright they could serve as spirit lamps.

"Auntie! You don't understand!"

"Fine, fine," Ji Ziyue interrupted her, calculating in her mind.

News had just come from the Jiang Family that Lu Chen had arrived and caused quite a stir.

The eldest sister, Ji Rushuang, had also emerged from the Divine Coffin and was currently overseeing things at the Jiang Family.

Ji Ziyue had already intended to visit her eldest sister at the Jiang Family. Now, she could also observe the movements of this world's only Great Emperor.

"Let's go."

Ji Linger was stunned.

"To the Jiang Family," Ji Ziyue turned and walked out.

"Don't you want to see Emperor Yun? Auntie will take you there and help you check him out while we're at it."

"Auntie, I love you! Aaaaaah!"

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Jiang Family, Main Peak Front Courtyard.

Jiang Yi had changed into purple-gold casual clothes, her hair bun redone, and stood on the left side of the courtyard.

Nangong Waner, in a purple robe, stood on the right side.

The two were separated by ten zhang, neither looking at the other.

Ye Qingxian and Nangong Ziyi leaned against a pillar to watch the fun.

A purple light streaked across the horizon.

As luck would have it, when Ji Ziyue arrived at the Jiang Family, she saw Ji Rushuang using a spiritual power water mirror to watch the daily bickering of Jiang Yi and Nangong Waner.

Jiang Yi and Nangong Waner standing left and right, the lazy man sitting in the middle, and the two little girls crouching in the corner.

She understood at a glance—it was a shura field.

Finding it amusing, she revealed herself.

"Why must you two sisters fight so fiercely over one man? If word gets out, it will only make people laugh."

Jiang Yi tilted her head to look at her but didn't respond.

Nangong Waner's peach-blossom eyes swept over, her brow arching.

Ji Rushuang stepped out from the Void Realm, saw her sister, and nodded.

"Ziyue is here."

"Big Sister," Ji Ziyue bowed, her gaze inadvertently brushing past Lu Chen by the stone table.

She subconsciously sent out a thread of Divine Sense.

But with that single thread of Divine Sense, she detected nothing.

It wasn't empty; it was deep.

So deep that when her Divine Sense fell in, it didn't even produce an echo.

Ji Ziyue's heart skipped a beat.

She retracted her Divine Sense, her fingertips slightly numb.

Good-looking, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

Ji Ziyue lowered her eyes, concealing a flash of something unusual in her gaze.

[No wonder Linger...]

[This man indeed has the capital to make women go crazy.]

She took a deep breath, her expression returning to normal.

Meanwhile, behind her, Ji Linger had become completely abnormal.

Ye Qingxian recognized the Ancient Totem Markings on Ji Linger—they belonged to the Ji Family.

"This is my Revered Master, stop looking."

"Hmph, Emperor Yun even saved me and Sister Ziyi."

Nangong Ziyi added: "Right, right! He even touch..."

Unable to continue, Nangong Ziyi could only lower her head with a blushing face.

Ye Qingxian and Nangong Ziyi exchanged a glance.

The trio of fangirls was formed.

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In the courtyard.

Ji Ziyue and Ji Rushuang spoke in low voices for a few moments, while Jiang Taixu and Nangong Yaoguang strolled out from the back mountain.

The gazes of the four Old Ancestors plus Ji Ziyue—five people in total—swept back and forth between Jiang Yi and Nangong Waner.

The two women had started a new round of cold confrontation.

Jiang Yi spoke coldly: "Lu Chen is a member of my Jiang Family; the marriage contract is there in black and white."

Nangong Waner sneered: "Marriage contract? You haven't even seen his face for nearly a hundred years. I've spent ten times more time with him than you have."

"Spent time together? You mean while he was unconscious—"

"Jiang Yi, that's slander! We share true love!"

Jiang Taixu finally slapped the armrest.

"Enough."

As the Emperor's pressure weighed down, the auras of both women instantly retracted.

Jiang Taixu stood up, looked at Ji Rushuang, then at Nangong Yaoguang; the three Old Ancestors reached a silent understanding.

"It is late today. Everyone will stay at the Jiang Family."

"Stop wasting your breath here. You're wasting it in the wrong place. Hasn't everything already been settled?"

"From now on, you two will be seeing each other constantly. Where did your former friendship go?"

He paused, his old eyes sweeping toward Lu Chen.

Looking at the expressions of those before him, Lu Chen suddenly felt unsafe.

These people seemed to be smirking; he felt like a little lamb being surrounded.