112: Chapter 112 Three Women Eavesdropping! Lu Chen Accepts All Comers

Time rewinds to thirty-three days ago.

On the night Nangong Waner broke into Lu Chen's guest courtyard, Ye Qingxian was cultivating in the room next door.

She couldn't Cultivate.

The reason was simple—she heard her Revered Master shout: "Nangong Waner, what are you doing?" Nangong Waner: "Doing you!!"

Then there was no more sound. Ye Qingxian sat cross-legged on the bed, her face so red it could drip blood.

Her cultivation was at the Middle Stage of the Xiantai Realm, and her Divine Sense sensitivity far exceeded ordinary people. She knew Nangong Waner might have set up a soundproofing Formation.

But the Formation was set up too hastily, leaving three weak points in the Formation base.

Three weak points were insignificant to ordinary Cultivators.

But Ye Qingxian had a variety of strange and unorthodox Magic Treasures from the Ye Family.

Ye Qingxian pulled out a large item from her pocket: Clang! Clang! Clang! This was called the lingfeng jade plate, a secret treasure specifically used for eavesdropping on enemy intelligence.

She originally used it for gossip, but now she could listen to something "good."

It had now become a bugging device.

"Not listening, not listening, not listening—"

She stuffed the lingfeng jade plate under her pillow and covered her head with the quilt.

It was useless.

The sound penetrated the quilt, penetrated the pillow, and accurately drilled into her ears.

"Ugh... Revered Master..."

Ye Qingxian's body froze.

She suddenly threw off the quilt. No, this won't do. If I listen any longer, I'll wet the bed.

It wasn't that she wanted to listen! It was drilling in on its own! But it was a bit addictive.

She fell asleep just like that, hugging her quilt and squeezing her legs together.

The next day, the door was gently pushed open.

Two heads squeezed through the crack in the door.

Nangong Ziyi and Ji Linger.

Nangong Ziyi and Ji Linger's eyes were shining bright, and they were in a state of high excitement.

They came to find Ye Qingxian for gossip because they had also guessed the general idea.

Ye Qingxian was closest to Lu Chen. They wanted to ask her, but instead, they heard sounds coming from a small Formation Plate.

"What are you listening to?" Nangong Ziyi lowered her voice.

Ye Qingxian shook her head vigorously: "I'm not listening! I'm not listening to anything!"

"Your face is as red as a monkey's butt, and I heard it all. You still say you're not listening? Which merchant group is actually selling 'Spring Colors' voice recordings?"

"The voices sound a bit like Emperor Yun and my aunt!"

Ji Linger had already rushed in recklessly, pouncing on Ye Qingxian in a few steps to find the source of the sound.

"Holy crap, Little Qingxian, you little hussy, you're actually hoarding good stuff!"

"Sister Ziyi! Shh—don't talk!"

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Thus, for the next thirty-three days.

Whenever the three had time, they would huddle together neatly.

Nangong Ziyi had the Nangong Family's secret treasure, the Sound-Probing Conch, which could amplify sound waves threefold.

Ji Linger had the Ji Family's Void Spirit Mirror, which could perceive aura fluctuations through two layers of spatial barriers.

With the three secret treasures stacked with Ye Qingxian's lingfeng jade plate, Nangong Waner's hastily set up soundproofing Formation was practically non-existent.

Clear, incredibly clear.

So clear that every gasp and the frequency of every Law collision was revealed in minute detail.

"Revered Master is no longer pure..."

"He was forced by that old woman, once, twice..."

Ye Qingxian counted on her fingers.

"Thirty-seven times, fifty-eight times, eighty-three times..."

Nangong Ziyi turned to look at her: "You're still counting?"

"One hundred and fifty-two times... No, I lost count. Forget it, I can't keep track anymore, waaaah—"

She buried her face in her knees, her twin tails drooping as she curled into a ball.

"My Revered Master, I only kissed him once, and then he was despoiled by another woman."

Nangong Ziyi patted her back, her tone excessively calm.

"Stop crying, listen to the main point."

Ye Qingxian raised her teary eyes: "What main point?"

Nangong Ziyi's Adam's apple moved slightly as she swallowed, her voice dropping even lower.

"That medicine of my aunt's."

Her gaze changed, no longer the indifference of a bystander, but a kind of calculated seriousness.

"An Aphrodisiac that can make even a Great Emperor Peak lose the ability to resist—my aunt must have developed the formula for this thing."

"I have to get my aunt to teach me. My Alchemy skills all depend on her."

Ye Qingxian's eyes widened, and she subconsciously moved aside.

"Nangong Ziyi! What do you want to do!"

"Study," Nangong Ziyi said without changing her expression.

"Purely academic research into the Dao of Alchemy."

On the other side of the wall, Ji Linger was completely immersed in her own world.

"If it were me..."

Her face was buried in her arms, her voice muffled, but her body was trembling slightly.

"If the person on the bed were me..."

She suddenly looked up, her cheeks flushed, her large eyes filled with mist.

"No! I have to write it down! This part must be recorded! For future reference!"

Nangong Ziyi and Ye Qingxian looked at her simultaneously.

Ji Linger didn't care at all and scribbled furiously.

The three young girls each had their own thoughts.

There was shame, desire, unwillingness, and eagerness to try.

Nangong Ziyi was calculating: The formula, I must get the formula. This is a strategic resource.

Ji Linger was already rehearsing in her mind...

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Next door.

In the room after Nangong Waner left, Lu Chen lay alone amidst a pile of quilts.

He closed his eyes, his mind a total blank.

His Dao Heart was shattered.

Before, he had successfully gone ashore, and his first sword after going ashore was to cut down his beloved.

Now he had gone back to sea, and his first strike after going back to sea was only for his beloved.

The hundreds of years of asceticism he had practiced vanished into thin air during these fifty-eight days.

[Forget it.]

He opened his eyes.

[In this life, I, Lu Chen, have slashed the Heavenly Gate, destroyed ten thousand enemies, withstood the Heavenly Tribulation, and shattered the Ascension passage with one punch.]

[In the end, I fell at the hands of two women.]

[Struggling further is useless. I can withstand sealed spiritual power, but I can't withstand Aphrodisiacs. A Quasi-Emperor couldn't withstand it, and if a father-in-Law and mother-in-Law far beyond the Great Emperor level helped pin me down, I definitely couldn't withstand it.]

"Since my Dao Heart is shattered, my 'little brother' will have some luck."

"From now on, if this kind of thing happens again, I won't refuse anyone. I'll just lie flat and be done with it."

In his mind, a loli voice rang out happily.

[Ding! Detected that the host's Dao Heart has completely transformed— "Ascetic Salted Fish" has evolved into "Hedonistic Salted Fish"!]

[The host has realized it! The Mortal World is the Dao! The Dao is the Mortal World!]

[Friendly reminder: The three little girls next door aren't asleep yet~]

Lu Chen was shocked. It's all the fault of that damn the great emperor is also crazy.

His Divine Sense passed through the wall.

The three were huddled together, their six eyes wide and round.

There was a silence for three breaths.

"..."

He withdrew his Divine Sense, lay back down, and pulled the quilt over his head.

[System, how long have they been listening?]

[Replying to host: Thirty-three days, not a single day missed. Perfect attendance.]

On the other side of the wall, the three small heads retracted simultaneously.

A silence for two breaths.

Ye Qingxian's voice came from the other side of the wall, thin as a mosquito's buzz.

"Revered Master seems to have discovered us..."

Nangong Ziyi: "I don't know, I didn't hear anything anyway."

Ji Linger: "Wait! Weren't you just listening—"

Lu Chen lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

[Three little girls, eavesdropping for thirty-three days.]

[It's over.]

[I'm afraid I won't be able to be serious anymore.]

He closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

What he didn't know was that the three girls who had fled back to their respective rooms were currently clutching their quilts, tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night.

Ye Qingxian was wanting it.

Nangong Ziyi was thinking about the formula.

Ji Linger was having a Peach Blossom Madness.