136: Chapter 136 Staying in Yaochi for a Vacation! A Man's Ultimate Dream Paradise!

In the Holy Spring Forbidden Ground.

Another great battle between the two!

Waves rise in the Yaochi Holy Spring, Holy Mistress Yao Xi casts aside her clothes.

Holy Mistress Yao Xi really knows how to flirt, clothes half-undone, drifting in the water.

Lu Chen is stunned, unmoving, already pulled into the water to sway.

Splashing water, figures entwined, how much is a moment of spring worth?

The sound of waves breaks through the nine heavens, you push, I bump, water splashes high...

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When Lu Chen crawled out of the spring, his knees almost couldn't straighten.

Yao Xi leaned against the pool wall, long hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, eyes tilted upwards, carrying extreme laziness. Her gaze remained glued to Lu Chen, lips curved, saying nothing.

Lu Chen steadied himself against the cave wall, taking a deep breath.

"I have to go." Lu Chen wrung the water from his hair and fished out a new black robe from his storage ring to put on.

"My little Disciple Qingxian and the others are still waiting for me in Holy Pill City; I cannot let the children worry."

Yao Xi stood up from the spring, her soaked gauze dress clinging to her body.

She didn't care at all, stepping barefoot on the bluestone floor, walking up to Lu Chen, lifting her hand to straighten his crooked collar.

"You cannot leave."

Lu Chen's hand paused on his belt.

"What do you mean?"

Footsteps came from the cave entrance.

Two figures walked in one after the other.

The one in front, wearing nine-colored divine robes, eyes covered by white immortal gauze, silver-white long hair reaching her waist, walking with the wind, every step leaving behind a phantom of a green lotus.

Han Yunxi.

The one behind, in plain white palace attire, with a flying immortal bun and a jade hairpin, phoenix eyes smiling, carrying a white porcelain teapot, walking with composure.

Yu Yao.

Lu Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

When did Yu Yao arrive at Yaochi?

He thought about it; from Holy Pill City to Yaochi Holy Land, at the speed of a Quasi-Emperor Fifth Stage, plus the traces of the spatial passage left by Han Yunxi, it would take about three or four hours.

And how long had he stayed in the Holy Spring Forbidden Ground?

Lu Chen calculated, his face darkening.

Han Yunxi stood at the cave entrance, her thin lips beneath the immortal gauze curving, her voice lazy.

"Kid, what's the rush?"

She lifted her chin, gesturing towards Yao Xi.

"My grand-Disciple has just broken through to the Supreme Realm, her Foundation is unstable, and she needs continuous nourishment from the Great Emperor's Origin; it will take at least half a month."

Lu Chen: "..."

"Half a month?"

"Think it's too much?" Han Yunxi tilted her head. "Then let's make it a month."

Lu Chen's temples throbbed.

Yu Yao walked up with the teapot, her phoenix eyes curved in a gentle smile.

"Little Friend Lu, don't be anxious. I have already sent people to pick up your three little Disciples and Ji Ziyue from Holy Pill City."

Lu Chen was stunned.

"You want to bring them here too?"

"Otherwise?" Yu Yao placed the teapot on the stone table by the spring, bent down to pour a cup, and handed it to Lu Chen with both hands.

She deliberately leaned half a step closer while handing the tea, the collar of her plain white palace dress slightly open, revealing a section of her collarbone.

"Let your Disciples wait outside? What if something happens? Who would be responsible?"

Lu Chen took the teacup and stepped back half a step.

That made sense, but it felt like something was wrong.

He glanced at Han Yunxi, then at Yu Yao, and then back at Yao Xi.

Three women, three expressions.

Han Yunxi was calm and composed, the corner of her mouth under the immortal gauze curved meaningfully.

Yu Yao was gentle and virtuous, but the light in her phoenix eyes hid schemes.

Yao Xi leaned against the pool wall, arms crossed, her gaze possessive, the corner of her mouth wearing a "you can't escape" smile.

Lu Chen drank the tea.

Forget it, the Yaochi Holy Spring was indeed comfortable; soaking for a day was worth three months of closed-door Cultivation. He did need a place to recover.

Besides, it was full of beauties—a feast for the eyes!

Lu Chen found a reason for himself in his heart.

"Fine, I'll treat it as a vacation."

Beneath Han Yunxi's immortal gauze, the curve of her mouth increased by three points.

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The following days.

Lu Chen lived the most corrupt life since his Transmigration.

The first morning, Lu Chen rolled over, feeling something soft pressing against his face.

Opening his eyes, Yao Xi was kneeling by the bed, holding a set of neatly folded white brocade clothes, bending over to see if he had woken up.

Her forehead was almost touching the tip of his nose.

"Awake?" Yao Xi's voice carried the hoarseness unique to early mornings, her autumn-water-like eyes full of smiles.

"I picked out clothes for you."

Lu Chen sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"I'll dress myself."

"No." Yao Xi had already unfolded the clothes, her fingers holding his sleeve.

"Once you enter Yaochi, by the Holy Mistress's order, you must obey."

Lu Chen was pressed down by a woman in the Supreme Realm to get dressed.

A dignified Great Emperor, not even getting the chance to button his own sleeves.

After dressing and pushing the door open, he stiffened.

In the long corridor leading from Yuqing Hall to the sleeping quarters, a dozen female Disciples in plain white palace dresses "happened" to pass by.

Each of them held something different; some carried washbasins, some held plates of immortal fruits, others held towels.

Dozens of eyes looked over simultaneously, their pupils filled with curiosity and heat.

Lu Chen took two steps, and a tall female Disciple walked towards him with her head down, suddenly "tripping" in front of him, falling towards him.

Lu Chen sidestepped to avoid her.

The female Disciple missed, diving headfirst into the flowerbed nearby.

"Senior Sister Liu, are you okay?" Several female Disciples behind hurried to help.

Liu Ruyan crawled out of the flowerbed, two petals on her head, her face flushed red, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

Lu Chen pretended not to see and quickened his pace.

This kind of thing had happened no less than twenty times in three days.

"Accidental encounters" in the corridor, "coincidental" passing in the garden, and even when he was soaking in the hot spring, discussions were "accidentally" amplified in the next pool.

"What type do you think Emperor Yun likes?"

"I heard the Holy Mistress is the dignified type, so does that mean we have no chance?"

"Who said that! I think he looked at me for a second longer when he looked my way!"

"Keep dreaming, he was looking at the immortal fruit tree behind you."

Lu Chen rolled his eyes silently in the pool.

Yaochi Holy Land hadn't had a male cultivator in thousands of years; his arrival was like throwing a peacock into a chicken coop—the whole mountain gate was in an uproar.

The afternoon of the third day, Yaochi central garden.

Sunlight passed through the clouds, spilling onto the path paved with Spirit Stones.

In the center of the garden was an ancient Yaochi tree that had lived for ten thousand years, its canopy blocking the sky, and a grandmaster chair was placed under the tree.

Lu Chen lay on the grandmaster chair, legs crossed, a wooden hairpin crooked on one side of his head.

On the left, Yao Xi sat cross-legged on a cushion, holding a peeled seven-colored immortal fruit, bringing it to his lips.

"Open your mouth."

Lu Chen opened his mouth and took a bite; the juice was sweet.

On the right, Yu Yao knelt by the tea table, her plain hands flying, her movements flowing like clouds and water. She poured the brewed spirit tea into a cup and handed it over with both hands.

"Little Friend Lu, this is the Supreme Immortal Tea I have cherished for three thousand years; I wouldn't give it up even if someone offered an Emperor Weapon."

When Yu Yao handed the tea, her fingertips "inadvertently" touched the back of his hand.

Lu Chen took the tea without saying a word.

Yao Xi's gaze instantly swept towards Yu Yao's fingers.

"Grand Junior Martial Uncle, the tea is cold, brew another cup."

"It is not cold." Yu Yao smiled gently.

The gazes of the two women collided in the air, sparks flying.

Lu Chen, caught in the middle, took the immortal fruit with his left hand and the teacup with his right, living like a local tyrant.

In his mind, the System's loli voice popped up.

[Host! The land of gentleness is indeed the best place for a salted fish!]

[The host's mental age has been downgraded from "twilight old sixth" to "hot-blooded young lad", congratulations!]

Lu Chen cursed in his heart, but the corners of his mouth curved.

The land of gentleness was indeed comfortable.

He couldn't remember the last time he was this relaxed; perhaps before he became an Emperor?

Back then, he was carefree, with only Cultivation and checking in on his mind, not having to worry about his Revered Master's Lifespan, not having to deal with the prying eyes of various Great Emperors.

But at this moment, the sunlight was warm on his body, someone feeding him fruit on the left, someone brewing tea on the right, and occasionally several white skirts flashed by on the garden path in the distance, peeking.

"Fine." Lu Chen put down the teacup, pillowing his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.

"Since I've been hosted by Yaochi for these few days, I must show some appreciation."

Yao Xi stopped peeling fruit. "What do you want to do?"

Lu Chen opened one eye.

"Hold a sermon, and give the fairies of Yaochi—psh! The juniors! Some guidance."

A Great Emperor giving a sermon.

That was an event that would make the entire Human Realm go crazy.

The last time a Great Emperor gave a public sermon was ten thousand years ago.

Lu Chen yawned and rolled over.

"Let's do it tomorrow, just talk about whatever."

A quarter of an hour after the news spread, the entire Yaochi Immortal Mountain, from the foot of the mountain to the peak, every palace, every corridor, and every secret cultivation chamber, exploded.