132: Chapter 132 Yao Xi: Lu Chen, you're finally in my hands!

Yaochi Holy Land, northwest of the Zhongtian Domain, at the Peak of the immortal mountain.

Ninety-nine waterfalls hung upside down from the clouds. The water was not ordinary water, but liquefied Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, falling to the bottom of the cliff and turning into a sky full of mist, enveloping the entire mountain range.

Flocks of immortal cranes soared through the sea of clouds, and spiritual deer ran through the mountains stepping on white mist.

Jade steps paved with Saint Grade Spirit Stones wound upwards, and beside the steps grew the ten-thousand-year unfading Yaochi Immortal Lotuses, their petals stretching out with a refreshing fragrance.

On the mountainside, hundreds of palaces were built against the mountain.

With flying eaves, upturned corners, green tiles, and red eaves, every palace was shrouded in a faint seven-colored radiance.

Between the palaces were female Disciples wearing plain white palace skirts; there was not a single man.

“The Immortal Mother Old Ancestor caught a man and brought him back!”

As the news spread, the entire Yaochi Holy Land was in an uproar.

Holy Spring Forbidden Ground.

This place was sealed by seven layers of emperor grade Formations; ordinary Disciples didn't even have the qualification to approach.

The Holy Spring was hidden within a natural karst cave. Ten-thousand-year stalactites hung from the cave ceiling, each condensing thick Life Essence Qi.

The spring water was milky white, and warm water vapor filled the air. The Spiritual Qi was so dense it was visible to the naked eye, condensing into small points of light that slowly drifted down in the air.

Han Yunxi landed on the bluestone platform by the spring, holding the west emperor tower in her left hand and lifting her right foot.

Bang!

She kicked the tower door.

The tower door burst open, and a black-clad figure rolled out from inside.

“Hiss—”

Lu Chen sat up clutching the back of his head, his hair half-disheveled.

A Great Emperor Peak, covered in dust and looking incredibly disheveled.

He looked up, his anger rushing straight to the top of his head.

“Senior Han! You...”

Before he could finish, the person opposite him was already gone.

Han Yunxi’s speed was so fast that even a Great Emperor Peak couldn't catch an afterimage. At the same moment her jade foot kicked Lu Chen out, her hands formed emperor grade rune Restrictions, layering them on top of the Holy Spring Forbidden Ground's original seven-layer Formation.

The emperor grade runes sealed the four directions of heaven and earth, and even the Void Realm was welded shut.

A voice wrapped in laughter drifted from afar, carrying that characteristic laziness from beneath the immortal veil.

“Satisfy my grand-Disciple well, or don't even think about coming out.”

The voice dissipated, the Emperor’s Might was withdrawn, and the Holy Spring Forbidden Ground returned to a deathly silence.

Lu Chen took a deep breath, stood up, and patted the dust off his body.

He looked around.

The karst cave wasn't large, about a hundred zhang in diameter.

The cave walls were covered with spiritual moss emitting a soft glow. The light was deep blue, reflecting on the milky white spring water, enveloping the entire space in a hazy blue and white halo.

The spring water was warm, and the water vapor was dense.

In the center of the spring, on a protruding white jade platform, sat a person.

With her back to him.

Her long hair was like a waterfall, cascading down her back, the ends of her hair soaked in the spring water, gently swaying with the ripples.

She wore a layer of extremely thin, plain white gauze, which was soaked through by the water vapor and clung to her skin. The lines of her spine, the shape of her shoulder blades, and the curve of her waist were all clearly visible.

The hem of the gauze garment spread over the water surface, submerged in the spring.

The temperature of the spring water made her skin glow with a faint pink hue.

She was soaking in the hot spring.

To be more precise, she was using the Spiritual Qi of the Holy Spring to suppress the chaotic cultivation in her body.

Lu Chen’s footsteps stopped.

He recognized that back; he wouldn't mistake it.

That woman’s back was exactly the same as it was hundreds of years ago when she was chasing him, determined to skin him alive.

The woman slowly turned around.

A face that was dignified to the extreme.

Eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, a straight bridge of the nose, and slightly thin lips; every part of her features was exquisite and beyond reproach.

But her complexion was wrong.

Too pale, bloodlessly pale, with a faint circle of dark blue under her eyes, and her lip color was also light.

This wasn't fatigue from over-cultivation, but symptoms of Heart Demon backlash—disordered Meridians, imbalanced blood and Qi, and her cultivation Foundation was being eaten away bit by bit.

The cultivation fluctuations of the Saint Realm Peak were sometimes strong and sometimes weak, extremely unstable.

Yao Xi—the current Holy Lord of the Yaochi Holy Land.

She looked at the black-clad figure standing by the spring and was completely stunned.

The water vapor blurred her vision, so she raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.

She rubbed them hard a few times, and then rubbed them a few more times.

Lu Chen was still standing there, his hair messy, his wooden hairpin askew, looking like he had just been beaten up.

Yao Xi’s pupils suddenly contracted.

“Lu Chen? You’re here?”

Her voice was hoarse and trembling.

Lu Chen coughed dryly, raised his hand, and forced a smile that he thought was very approachable.

“Yao Xi, long time no see. You don't look like you're in very good...”

Before he could finish, the water exploded.

Yao Xi flew out of the spring.

She didn't walk out, she didn't jump out; she directly activated her Saint Realm spiritual power, rose from the water surface, and threw herself toward Lu Chen.

Water droplets splashed everywhere. The soaked plain white gauze clung to her body, outlining every curve from her collarbone to her calves clearly.

The gauze was nearly transparent from being soaked in the spring water, and her fair skin was faintly visible beneath it.

Lu Chen’s pupils dilated for a moment, and then he was hit full-on.

Yao Xi wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, hanging onto him, her wet long hair splashing water all over his face.

The warmth of the spring water transferred from her body through his black robe, making his shoulders feel numb from the heat.

Lu Chen was knocked back two steps by her, his back hitting the cave wall.

“Yao Xi! You...”

Yao Xi’s voice came from the crook of his neck, muffled and nasal, carrying a madness that had finally collapsed after being suppressed to the extreme.

She looked up.

On that dignified face, her eyes were already red. Water droplets dripped from her chin, making it impossible to tell if they were spring water or tears.

But there was no grievance in her eyes.

It was light—a burning, scorching light that hadn't been extinguished for hundreds of years.

“Today, you’ve finally fallen into my hands.”

The back of Lu Chen’s head was against the cold cave wall, and before him were Yao Xi’s burning red eyes and scorching body temperature.

At this moment.

Emperor Yun, who had shattered the Heavenly Gate with one punch, the invincible Great Emperor who had casually crushed Pill Lightning, the number one person in the world who had dismissed the Heavenly Tribulation with a single word of “Disperse”—

He couldn't escape now.

“Yao Xi, calm down first.” Lu Chen’s voice tried its best to stay steady, his hands frozen in mid-air, not knowing where to put them.

“It’s a long story. Your Grandmaster kidnapped me.”

“I don't care.”

Yao Xi let go with one hand and cupped his face with both hands, her fingers closing in, her palms pressed against his cheeks, and her fingertips sinking into his hair.

Her hands were shaking, but her strength was astonishingly great.

With the grip strength of a Saint Realm Peak, if Lu Chen were a Mortal, his face would have been crushed long ago.

She stared into his eyes, her gaze burning, and her lips quivered twice.

“I’ve waited for you for hundreds of years.”

Her thumb rubbed over his cheekbone, the pad of her finger brushing past the corner of his mouth.

“Today, I must break this Heart Demon.”

Fire burned in the depths of her eyes, and her voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like her own.

Before she finished speaking.

Yao Xi tilted her face up, stood on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips against his.

No hesitation, no testing.

Hundreds of years of Holy Lord's reserve and hundreds of years of dignified self-restraint shattered completely the moment her lips touched his.

The back of Lu Chen’s head pressed against the cave wall, with no room to retreat.

And Yao Xi’s fingers locked onto the back of his head, pressing his head down, not giving him any room to dodge.

In the karst cave, the mist from the spring water enveloped the two of them.

The blue light of the spiritual moss fell on them. Yao Xi’s soaked gauze garment clung to Lu Chen’s black robe, and water dripped down from where they were pressed together.

Lu Chen’s hands were frozen in mid-air, his fingers opening and then closing, closing and then opening.

In his mind, the System’s loli voice popped out without any sense of timing.

[Host! Quite a romantic stroke of luck! Being forced by the Yaochi Holy Lord!]

[Warm reminder: The host is currently trapped by an emperor grade sealing Formation. Behind you is a wall, in front of you is the Holy Lord, and above you, the Immortal Mother is watching.]

[Suggestion: Just lie flat. You’re already a Great Emperor; can’t you just enjoy it?]}],