138: Chapter 138 Nangong Ziyi and Ye Qingxian Protect the Food!

On Yuqing Square, Lu Chen's right hand was pressed against Song Miaoyin's lower abdomen.

Song Miaoyin had a slender figure, and a pair of straight, long legs with porcelain-white skin peeked out from the slit of her Plain White Palace Dress.

Her lower abdomen was flat and smooth; once covered by Lu Chen's palm, her fair skin flushed a faint pink, spreading outward from around her navel to the sides of her waist.

Song Miaoyin's entire body was trembling.

It wasn't out of fear, but an intense thrill and excitement.

Her teeth bit her lower lip, her hands gripped the fabric of her skirt, her pupils dilated, and her breathing became rapid, each intake of air carrying a faint tremor.

She had seen the living Emperor Yun.

Not the figure she had looked up at from afar as he braved the Lightning Tribulation in the sky, but the Emperor Yun who was right before her eyes, his palm pressed against her stomach, his breath brushing against her forehead.

His hand was very hot, the warmth of his palm seeping through her skin as the Great Emperor's Origin power circulated through her spiritual sea. A numbing sensation spread from her lower abdomen to her entire body.

Song Miaoyin's body gave a violent shudder; she couldn't hold it in any longer.

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

Lu Chen's hand froze on Song Miaoyin's lower abdomen.

At the entrance of the square, three figures stood side by side.

In the center was Ye Qingxian, her large eyes wide and round, her small face flushed red as she stomped her feet in anger.

To the left was Nangong Ziyi, leaning against a door pillar with her arms crossed. Her peach-blossom eyes were half-squinted, and a hint of defiance and envy hung at the corner of her mouth as her gaze slid from Lu Chen's right hand to Song Miaoyin's exposed abdomen and back again.

To the right was Ji Ziyue in a Purple Flowing Immortal Dress. Her phoenix eyes flickered as she plotted some mischief.

Lu Chen withdrew his hand from Song Miaoyin's lower abdomen.

"I was checking her spiritual sea."

"Revered Master, does checking the spiritual sea require touching the stomach?" Ye Qingxian's voice rose by three octaves.

"The spiritual sea is at the Dantian, which is in the lower abdomen."

"Then when you checked my spiritual sea before, why did you never touch my little tummy!"

Lu Chen opened his mouth, momentarily speechless.

Song Miaoyin shrank to the side, covering her pink lower abdomen. Her eyes held a mix of panic and secret joy as she quietly retreated into the crowd.

Ye Qingxian charged onto the high platform with her short legs.

Smack!

She slapped the back of Lu Chen's right hand.

"We waited for you in Holy Pill City for three days! Three days! We thought you'd been caught and stewed by that blindfolded Old Hag! Instead, you're here enjoying yourself by touching a beauty's stomach!"

She grew angrier as she spoke, her twin tails swinging back and forth.

"Revered Master, you've changed! You used to only rub my head!"

Lu Chen raised the back of his hand, which had been slapped red, and took a deep breath.

Nangong Ziyi had already walked up.

She wasn't as direct as Ye Qingxian, instead circling directly to Lu Chen's right side.

"Senior." Nangong Ziyi's voice was leisurely, her peach-blossom eyes upturned and her lips curved.

"I've also encountered a Bottleneck in my cultivation recently. I feel like the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique still has some hidden talents that haven't been developed."

She pressed Lu Chen's arm a bit closer to her chest.

"Why don't you give me a good check-up too? From head to toe, investigate me thoroughly. I'm not afraid of pain."

Lu Chen tried to pull his arm away twice, but it wouldn't budge.

Below the platform, thousands of Yaochi female Disciples watched this scene with sheer indignation.

Liu Ruyan whispered, "Women from the outside are truly fierce; they just go right for it?"

Ji Ziyue didn't go up to the platform; she headed in another direction.

In a pavilion three hundred steps away, Yao Xi and Yu Yao were sitting side by side. Yao Xi had changed into a brand-new Rainbow Cloud Dress, her makeup exquisite, her complexion rosy, and her Supreme Realm cultivation fluctuations were stable and powerful.

Ji Ziyue stood outside the pavilion, her Purple Flowing Immortal Dress swaying gently in the breeze as her phoenix eyes stared straight at Yao Xi.

Her Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level aura was fully released, forcing the Immortal Lotus petals around the pavilion to droop in unison.

"Yaochi Holy Land." Ji Ziyue's voice wasn't loud.

"A grand, top-tier hegemon power, yet you engage in the business of kidnapping?"

Yao Xi held her teacup and looked up.

Her autumn-water eyes sized up Ji Ziyue for three breaths before her lips curved slightly.

"Kidnapping? Senior Ziyue must be joking." She set down the teacup, her voice neither fast nor slow.

"Lu Chen stayed here of his own accord. These past few days, he has eaten well, slept soundly, and soaked comfortably; he hasn't said a single word about leaving."

She paused, her gaze sliding from Ji Ziyue's face to her chest.

"On the other hand, some people don't even have the ability to make him stay for a few more days."

Yu Yao picked up the teapot and steadily poured a cup of tea for Ji Ziyue, her smile gentle.

"Sister Ziyue, don't be in such a hurry. Sit down and have a cup of tea."

Ji Ziyue didn't take the cup, her sharp gaze sweeping over Yu Yao.

"You tricked us into coming here from Holy Pill City just to watch the show?"

Yu Yao's phoenix eyes curved, and the Jasper Anklet under her skirt jingled slightly.

"I was just afraid you would be worried."

On the high platform, the situation was spiraling out of control.

Ye Qingxian occupied Lu Chen's left side, her arms wrapped around his waist and her face pressed against his robes as she clamored.

"Revered Master can only touch my stomach!"

Below the platform, Song Miaoyin hesitated to speak. Seeing Nangong Ziyi's predatory gaze, she silently retreated three steps.

Flanked on both sides, Lu Chen couldn't move an inch.

In front of him, over two thousand pairs of green, envious eyes stared at him.

"Little Qingxian, let go first!"

"I won't!"

Ye Qingxian tilted her face up.

Yao Xi walked out of the pavilion. With the composed steps of the Supreme Realm, she walked to the edge of the high platform and looked up at Lu Chen, who was surrounded in the middle, a confident smile on her face.

"Lu Chen."

She called his name; her voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely penetrating.

"Tell them clearly, during these days in Yaochi, were you happy or not?"

Lu Chen felt like he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off.

Five women, five types of gazes, all fixed on him from different directions.

Having lived for hundreds of years, Lu Chen felt "surrounded on all sides" for the very first time.

Just as the atmosphere on the square was about to escalate from a jealousy spat to a full-blown brawl, nine celestial tones suddenly drifted down from the peak of Yaochi.

Han Yunxi's voice, carrying an undeniable Emperors Might, fell leisurely into everyone's ears.

"What is all this noise about."

The square fell silent.

Han Yunxi's voice continued, carrying a hint of a lazy smile.

"Since you've come to Yaochi, don't be in a hurry to leave. In three days, the decennial Yaochi Great Competition will begin."

She paused for a beat, her tone rising.

"If you all have too much time on your hands, why not come and watch me oversee the younger generation of my Yaochi."

On the square, everyone's attention was instantly diverted.

The Yaochi Great Competition?

Ye Qingxian let go of Lu Chen's waist, her large eyes suddenly lighting up.

Nangong Ziyi's peach-blossom eyes flickered as she released Lu Chen's arm. A meaningful, mischievous smile played on her lips; she was going to beat those Yaochi vixens into submission.

Ji Ziyue and Yao Xi simultaneously withdrew their respective auras.

Lu Chen rubbed his arm, which had gone numb from being squeezed by Little Qingxian's legs. A premonition of doom rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Han Yunxi's Imperial voice drifted over one last sentence, light as a feather, yet it made Lu Chen's scalp tingle.

"As for the reward for the competition champion, Emperor Yun, you will also personally bestow a reward, isn't that right!"