137: Chapter 137 Guiding the Fairy of Yaochi in Cultivation? Master, where are you putting your hand?!

The next day, Yaochi Immortal Mountain, Yuqing Square.

The square was already densely packed with people.

No, it was packed with fairies.

Thousands of female Yaochi Disciples flooded in from up and down the mountain, surrounding the two-hundred-zhang-wide Yuqing Square so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.

They were all dressed in immortal skirts, but upon closer inspection, everyone had tampered with their outfits.

Some had lowered their necklines by three inches, some had tightened their waistbands a notch, and some had simply changed into sheer gauzy dresses, appearing indistinctly in the morning light.

Even more outrageous was that many of them had applied makeup.

The Yaochi Holy Land was a place for immortal cultivation where even rouge and powder were usually forbidden; today, however, their lips were stained vermilion and their eyebrows were painted dark like willow leaves, looking like they were in a brothel.

In the front row of the square, Liu Ruyan had secured a good spot. She held a bronze mirror in her left hand and a wooden comb in her right, adjusting her hairstyle.

The Junior Sister beside her couldn't stand it anymore: "Senior Sister Liu, you've been looking in the mirror for the time it takes an incense stick to burn."

"Shut up!"

In the very center of the square, a three-zhang-high white jade platform had been set up, with a grandmaster's chair, a pot of spiritual tea, and a plate of immortal fruits on top.

At the third quarter of the Hour of the Dragon, Lu Chen arrived.

"Emperor Yun!!"

Thousands of screams converged, the shockwave nearly knocking off his wooden hairpin.

These are just like the fangirls from my past life, Lu Chen thought, adjusting his wooden hairpin and coughing once.

His voice, bolstered by the Great Emperor Law, spread throughout the venue: "Quiet."

The square instantly became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Lu Chen picked up his teacup and took a sip, his gaze sweeping over the dense crowd below the platform as he sighed inwardly.

It's just a sermon; is all this really necessary?

"Today, I will lecture on the seventh volume of the Yaochi Immortal Scripture, concerning the connection of the thirty-six vital acupoints in the circulation of spiritual power."

He spoke in a steady, calm tone, but every word was wrapped in a Great Emperor's understanding of the Laws of heaven and earth. To the Cultivators present, these words were ten thousand times more precious than any Cultivation Technique or Secret Manual.

For the first forty-five minutes, everything was normal.

Lu Chen explained things in simple terms, breaking down the most obscure spiritual power circulation routes in the Yaochi Immortal Scripture into plain language. The female Disciples below listened in a daze, some even drooling—from both above and below.

Then, the atmosphere changed.

"Emperor Yun, I'm a vir—ptui! I mean, it's my first time cultivating."

"I didn't understand the flow of spiritual power at the seventeenth acupoint. Could you personally show it to me?"

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment.

A sermon is a sermon; once the talking is done, it should be over. Why do I have to get hands-on?

Just as he was about to refuse, the System's loli voice popped up in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host is conducting a Great Emperor's sermon in the Yaochi Holy Land. Triggering hidden mission—Famous Teacher of Yaochi!]

[Mission Content: Personally guide at least ten Yaochi Disciples in their spiritual power circulation routes and ensure they understand correctly.]

[Reward: Lifespan +1 year.]

[Failure Penalty: The host will perform 'Ji Yin Ni Tai Mei' (Because You Are Too Beautiful) for the Yaochi fairies.]

The corner of Lu Chen's mouth twitched.

Fine, if I have to guide them, I'll guide them.

"Come up," he beckoned.

The female Disciple quickly climbed onto the high platform and sat cross-legged before Lu Chen. Lu Chen extended his right hand, placing two fingers on her Tianzong Acupoint on her lower abdomen.

A wisp of Great Emperor Origin power seeped in, patrolling along her Meridians.

"There is a fork between the seventeenth and eighteenth acupoints. You took the wrong turn; shift it three points to the right."

With a slight adjustment of his fingertips, the spiritual power was corrected. The round-faced girl's whole body shuddered, and the spiritual power circulation within her instantly became several times smoother.

"Alright, you may go down now."

The round-faced Disciple clutched her shoulder, her face turning red all the way to her neck as she floated off the stage.

Thousands of eyes below the stage lit up in unison.

Personal guidance! Personal guidance from a Great Emperor! He even touched her tummy. Her tummy won't rumble anymore; it'll only have a baby!

The next second.

"Emperor Yun! I didn't understand either!"

"My fifteenth acupoint isn't quite right either!"

"I didn't understand any of it! I haven't understood since the first acupoint!"

Lu Chen looked at the eager Yaochi fairies below the stage.

He took a deep breath and pointed to a female Disciple in the front row who looked relatively serious.

"You, come up."

The female Disciple stepped onto the stage and proactively revealed her smooth lower abdomen.

Lu Chen's palm pressed against her fair and beautiful lower abdomen, his fingers curving as spiritual power probed inside.

But just as he began to guide her, he felt the body beneath his palm suddenly arch backward.

The female Disciple's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz: "Emperor Yun, it feels so good. Can you help me relax a bit more?"

Lu Chen withdrew his hand: "No, this is a serious technique!"

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Lu Chen thought that after guiding a few, he could return to the normal sermon, but they were becoming increasingly bold.

Then, a tall inner Disciple named Song Miaoyin came onto the stage.

Her stature was exceptionally prominent among the Yaochi Disciples. Her plain white palace dress was stretched into two full curves, and the sway of her skirt as she walked was much more pronounced than others.

Clearly, she had a swaying gait!

Lu Chen reached out to her lower abdomen, and his spiritual power seeped in.

"Your twenty-third acupoint is off; adjust it to the left..."

Before he could finish, Song Miaoyin's foot suddenly slipped to the right.

Her whole body fell backward.

Lu Chen's reactions were faster than his brain. Driven by the instincts of his Great Emperor Peak Physical Body, his right hand let go and instinctively reached out from his side, catching her falling upper body from behind.

Where his palm touched was soft, full, and very elastic—a display of great 'strength'.

The square fell into a deathly silence.

Thousands of eyes stared at Lu Chen's right hand, their gazes so scorching they could melt stone.

Lu Chen's hand froze in place, and his mind exploded with a loud buzz.

Song Miaoyin didn't scream.

Her face burned crimson, from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears. She turned her head, biting her lower lip, her voice trembling.

"Emperor Yun, is the development of my Dao Fruit... alright?"

Lu Chen withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted and took a step back.

"It's... alright," he said, his voice dry.

"It's just a bit too big; it will hinder the flow of spiritual Qi and might sag."

Sitting in the grandmaster's chair, Lu Chen looked at the group of "Qi Deviated" fairies below the stage and felt a bit afraid.

He had lived for hundreds of years and seen countless grand scenes, but he had never seen thousands of young women using every trick in the book to pounce on him.

Three hundred paces away, in a pavilion on the back mountain of Yaochi.

Yao Xi sat cross-legged on a stone stool, her chin resting on her hands as she stared toward the square.

Her Supreme Realm Divine Sense reflected everything over there into her mind with absolute clarity.

The corner of her mouth twitched repeatedly.

"Song Miaoyin, noted. I'll punish her later by making her carry water on the back mountain for three months."

Beside her, Yu Yao held a teacup, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed with a gentle smile.

"Calm down, Disciple. They just admire the Great Emperor."

Yao Xi turned to look at her, her gaze deep and brooding.

"Revered Master, you're smiling so happily. Are you perhaps wishing they would just devour him?"

Yu Yao set down her teacup, her fingers lightly turning her Jasper Bracelet.

"I just feel that Yaochi hasn't been this lively in thousands of years."

Just then.

Immediately following that, a delicate shout filled with resentment and anger exploded across the square.

"Revered Master, where are you putting your hand!"

Yu Yao's hand, which was setting down the teacup, paused for a moment. Her Jasper Anklet swayed gently beneath her skirt.

The corners of her mouth curled up, and her voice was leisurely.

"His little Disciple has arrived!"