115: Chapter 115 Ji Ziyue is a freebie! I'm going to give you a piece of my mind on behalf of Ling'er!

Jiang Yi and Nangong Waner had left.

Each had returned to their respective Family to enter seclusion and stabilize their Realms.

Before leaving, the two shared a glance, leaving behind two contrasting remnants of Laws in the air.

Lu Chen stood at the courtyard gate, watching the two streaks of light disappear into the horizon.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

He let out a long breath and leaned against the doorframe, his phoenix eyes half-closed as if he had just set down a thousand-pound burden.

Fifty-eight days.

The Nine Heavens Emperor Tribulation, the siege by ten thousand races, and the descent of the Heavenly Gate—all the things he had experienced in his life combined weren't as tiring as these fifty-eight days.

"Revered Master! They're gone!"

Ye Qingxian poked her head out from behind a pillar, her twin tails swaying and her large eyes shining like spiritual lamps.

"They're gone."

"Really gone? They won't come charging back halfway, will they?"

The corner of Lu Chen's eye twitched.

"Shut up. Don't jinx it."

He led Ye Qingxian toward the Jiang Family's rear garden, intending to get some fresh air and check the route for tomorrow's departure.

The rear garden was vast, filled with Spiritual Plants and gurgling streams.

The Jiang Family was an Ancient Desolate Family, after all; any random spiritual flower by the roadside would be at least Heaven Grade.

Lu Chen walked along the stone path, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

Ye Qingxian followed behind him, her mouth never stopping.

"Revered Master, where is that Alchemy Convention?"

"In the Zhongtian Domain, at Gudan City."

"Is it far?"

"Not far, about half a day's journey."

"Then when are we—"

Ye Qingxian's words came to an abrupt halt.

Because at the corner of the stone path ahead, someone was blocking their way.

She wore a purple palace dress with a hem that trailed on the ground.

A golden silk ribbon was tied around her waist, accentuating her narrow waist and voluptuous figure.

Her long hair was styled in a Falling Horse Bun, revealing her fair and slender neck, with a pair of purple jade tassels for earrings that swayed gently with her steps.

Ji Ziyue.

She stood in the middle of the stone path, her hands folded in front of her, her gaze condescending.

She didn't release her Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level aura, but just standing there, she exerted a pressure that couldn't be ignored.

"Lu Chen."

She spoke, her voice neither cold nor warm.

"I have something to say to you."

Lu Chen stopped and glanced at her.

"Speak."

Ji Ziyue didn't speak immediately.

Her gaze moved past Lu Chen to land on Ye Qingxian before returning to him.

"It's about Linger."

She took a step forward, her purple skirt trailing an arc across the bluestone ground.

"That niece of mine—you should know very well to what extent she is obsessed with you."

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow.

Ji Ziyue's voice lowered, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly.

"Lu Chen, are you really not even going to let my little niece Linger off the hook?"

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment.

"What do you mean 'not let her off'?"

The expression on his Face was very sincere.

"In my eyes, Ji Linger is just a child. I definitely have no improper thoughts about her."

Ji Ziyue gave a cold snort.

"Can I believe your words?"

She took another step forward, closing the distance between them to thirty feet.

"Jiang Yi believed you and was bedded by you for twenty-five days. Nangong Waner believed you and was bedded by you for another thirty-three days."

Lu Chen's mouth twitched.

[They were the ones who bedded me! Who the hell was drugged and had their spiritual power locked? I'm the victim here!]

Ji Ziyue didn't give him a chance to defend himself.

"Today, I must give you a good disciplining for Linger's sake."

As soon as she finished speaking.

She flipped her right hand, and a void mirror replica appeared in her palm.

The spiritual light of an emperor grade Magic Treasure suddenly flashed, the mirror's surface reflecting thousands of rays of light.

The pressure of the Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level spread out, enveloping the surrounding hundred yards.

Hum—

The void mirror rotated, and the ancient runes on its surface lit up.

One mirror, ten, a hundred, a thousand.

The void mirror transformed into thousands of sub-mirrors, floating densely in the air and surrounding Lu Chen completely.

Ji Ziyue's figure was reflected in the mirrors.

But not in her entirety.

Each mirror only reflected a part of her—

Some mirrors showed her from the collarbone down; the neckline of her purple palace dress wasn't particularly low, but against the tight fabric, the contours of her chest were full and distinct, rising and falling with her breath.

Some mirrors showed her legs.

The side of the palace dress had a high slit—a standard cut for Ji Family female cultivators to facilitate the use of Void Footwork.

The slit extended from the knee to just below the hip bone; with every step, her entire leg would slide out from the seam of the skirt.

White.

It wasn't a pale white, but a jade-like luster nourished by years of Emperor Dao Spiritual Qi, so delicate there wasn't a single flaw.

Slender and straight, her calves were thin, her thighs firm and full, and a purple-gold chain was fastened around her ankle, making her skin appear even whiter.

Thousands of mirrors, thousands of angles.

Chest, legs, waist, collarbone.

A thousand partial images rotated around Lu Chen, a 360-degree surround view without any blind spots.

Standing in the center of the mirror array, Lu Chen's phoenix eyes suddenly widened.

[She's doing it on purpose.]

[Purposely not showing her whole body, only parts, so my Divine Sense can't accurately lock onto her true position within the mirror array.]

[But the problem is...]

His gaze swept across the thousand mirrors, a fire jumping deep in his pupils.

Thousands of white legs were swaying before his eyes, and thousands of chest curves were rising and falling in front of him.

It was like the 3D surround sound or stereo audio of his past life.

Lu Chen's temples throbbed.

He had just come out of a fifty-eight-day bombardment of Aphrodisiacs, and his shattered Dao Heart hadn't even been pieced back together yet. Now this?

Ye Qingxian shrank behind him, poking half her head out. Seeing the images in the mirrors all over the sky, her Face flushed red, and she covered Lu Chen's eyes with both hands.

"Revered Master, be careful! This old hag is trying to attack you! Don't look!"

Lu Chen pulled her hands down.

He wasn't smiling.

Fifty-eight days.

Having his spiritual power locked, being drugged, being carried bridal-style, being forced into sex, being bitten, being cornered by his in-Laws, and being eavesdropped on by three little girls.

He had endured it.

Because Jiang Yi and Nangong Waner had feelings for him, and he was the one in their debt, so he had nothing to say.

But who did Ji Ziyue think she was?

Coming up to interrogate him, opening her mouth to discipline him, and even bringing out a Magic Treasure to pressure him?

A mere Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level, flaunting her power in front of a Great Emperor?

"Discipline me?"

His voice wasn't loud, but the thousand void mirrors trembled simultaneously.

"What kind of thing are you to dare discipline a Great Emperor?"

Hidden within a layer of the Void Realm, Ji Ziyue's heart skipped a beat.

She wanted to see where this man's bottom line was, to see if it was as she thought.

The next instant.

Lu Chen moved.

No Emperor's pressure, no Laws, not even a ripple of spiritual power.

He simply raised his right hand and reached toward a void mirror in front of him.

The moment his palm touched the mirror's surface—

Crack.

The mirror shattered.

It wasn't the kind of shattering where cracks spread; it was crushed by the power of a Great Emperor at the molecular level, turning into fine powder.

His hand didn't stop.

It passed through the shattered mirror and reached into the Void Realm layer behind it.

His fingertips touched something.

Soft, smooth, and warm.

Lu Chen's fingers closed, grabbing a handful of something soft.

Within the Void Realm layer, Ji Ziyue's voice exploded.

"Not there! It's not okay there! I don't care if you grab lower!"

Lu Chen's grip indeed felt wrong.

He didn't hesitate, sliding his palm down a few inches from that soft area.

The sensation changed.

Beneath his fingertips was firm, cool, and smooth skin. He grabbed a well-defined ankle in one go.

His fingers tightened, and he yanked outward.

Ji Ziyue was dragged out from the Void Realm layer.

She came out upside down.

Her legs came out first, then her waist, and finally her upper body.

The high-slit hem of her purple palace dress flipped up the moment she was dragged out backward, revealing everything from her ankles to the tops of her thighs.

It was blindingly white.

The purple-gold anklet at her ankle reflected the sunlight, her leg lines were smooth, and there was a light-colored mole in the hollow of her knee.

The skin on the inside of her thighs was even whiter and more delicate than the outside, almost translucent in the sunlight.

The hem of her skirt had flipped up to her waist.

Inside was a pair of purple...

"Aaaahhh!!!"

Ji Ziyue's scream echoed through the rear garden.

Lu Chen held her ankle, dangling her upside down in mid-air, looking down at her.

Ji Ziyue desperately pressed down her flipped-up skirt with both hands, her Face flushed bright red. Hanging upside down, her long hair fell, and her Falling Horse Bun had completely come undone.

Ye Qingxian covered her eyes.

But the gaps between her fingers were very wide.

Lu Chen looked at Ji Ziyue hanging upside down before him, his phoenix eyes half-closed.

"Finished disciplining me?"

His voice was very soft.

"Now it's my turn."