148: Chapter 148 Holy Maiden! More Money Required! [Bonus Chapter]

The morning light slanted through the window lattice, falling upon Lu Chen's Face.

He leaned against the headboard, looking at Yuan Miaoyu, who had already regained her cold composure despite having just spoken of her family's blood feud.

Zi Yanghua, a Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor.

The Zixiao Holy Land had been rooted in the Central Province for countless millennia; its foundation was so deep that even an old monster of Han Yunxi's level would have to think twice before acting.

While there was no fundamental difference between crushing a Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor and crushing an ant with his Great Emperor Peak cultivation, such things were interconnected—pulling one thread could move the whole body.

Killing Zi Yanghua was easy, but cleaning up the mess left behind by the Zixiao Holy Land would be a hassle.

He wasn't afraid of trouble; he was just lazy.

Lu Chen tapped his fingers twice on his knee and looked up at her.

"Lady Saintess, do you think Zi Yanghua is just some common cabbage?"

His tone was drawn out, carrying the flavor of a bargain.

"A Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor and the Old Ancestor of the Zixiao Holy Land... he can be considered the guardian treasure of a top-tier overlord power in the Central Province. If I kill him for you, won't the entire Zixiao Holy Land go mad?"

Yuan Miaoyu stood in place, neither moving nor responding.

Lu Chen curled his lips and leaned back against the headboard, his tone becoming even more improper.

"You want to trade one night of your youth for the life of a Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor?"

He extended his right hand and held up one finger, wagging it in front of her.

"Lady Saintess, I'm losing big on this deal."

He paused for a beat.

"No, you'll have to pay extra."

The room fell silent for two breaths.

Yuan Miaoyu's cold Face was slightly startled.

She didn't reply immediately; instead, her gaze shifted downward.

Lu Chen's white robe was loose at the collar, revealing the lines of his chest and abdomen.

A Great Emperor Peak Physical Body had been tempered countless times; every muscle was perfectly defined—not with the brutish bulge of raw violence, but with a sense of fluid power. The outline of his eight-pack abs was clear and distinct in the morning light.

Yuan Miaoyu's gaze lingered on those abs for three breaths.

She could see it.

This man was acting like a rogue and making things difficult for her on purpose.

But his eyes showed no refusal; in fact, the moment she had uttered the name Zi Yanghua, killing intent had already appeared in his pupils.

It was only a flash, covered up by his nonchalant tone.

Yuan Miaoyu could tell that Lu Chen would likely help her; he was just being stubborn to save Face and refused to agree readily.

Yuan Miaoyu lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Then, she raised her hand.

Her slender fingers pinched the tie of the white silk garment she had just fastened and gave it a gentle pull.

The tie came loose.

The silk slid down her shoulders, brushing past her collarbone and the full curves of her chest, pausing for half a breath at her waist before silently falling to her ankles.

The silver chains gave a tinkling sound, and Lu Chen's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

She had stripped again.

In the moon-white morning light, the Saintess of Yaochi had nothing left on her body except for the two silver chains around her ankles and the slightly tilted white lotus behind her ear.

Golden Wing Patterns glowed faintly on her lower back, and the Heart-shaped Divine Pattern on her lower abdomen flickered with her breathing.

She did not cover herself, nor was she shy.

Unlike last night, when she was nervous, trembling, and blushing to the tips of her ears.

At this moment, she was calm—so calm it made one's scalp tingle.

Yuan Miaoyu stepped barefoot onto the floor and walked toward the bedside.

The silver chains chimed softly with every step as her long legs moved rhythmically, her waist swaying slightly and her chest rising and falling with the pace of her stride.

She climbed onto the bed.

Her movements were crisp and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

One leg crossed over Lu Chen's waist as she straddled him directly, her hands propped on the pillows on either side of him, looking down at him from above.

Her long hair fell from both sides, forming a black curtain over his chest that completely enclosed the space between them.

Her Face was very close, her nose almost touching his, and her breath hit his lips, hot and hurried.

Those cold eyes were now filled entirely with fire.

"Does Senior Emperor Yun think it's not enough?"

Her voice was husky and low, carrying a certainty that brooked no refusal.

"It is still early; let's have another round."

Lu Chen froze against the pillow.

His hands instinctively rose to rest on her waist, his palms touching smooth, warm skin and the slight protrusions of those Golden Wing Patterns.

He wanted to push her away.

But as soon as his palms touched that soft body, the strength to push turned into the strength to support.

"Wait..."

Lu Chen's voice was so dry it could have smoked.

"Paying extra didn't mean this! I was talking about other conditions!"

Yuan Miaoyu didn't listen.

Or rather, she simply didn't want to hear it.

Her hands moved from the pillows, her fingers interlocking with the backs of Lu Chen's hands on her waist, pressing them firmly down onto the bed.

Then she lowered her head, her red lips accurately sealing the next sentence Lu Chen was about to speak.

This time, she was no longer clumsy.

The practical experience from the entire previous night had given her kissing skills a qualitative leap; her tongue skillfully explored, carrying an unquestionable offensive.

Her waist began to lift and twist.

The Golden Wing Patterns erupted with brilliance.

The extreme Yin power of the West Emperor Scripture surged out proactively, resonating with the Pure Yang Origin inside Lu Chen's body, and the Spiritual Qi vortex of Dual Cultivation formed between the two once again.

Lu Chen cursed in his heart.

This girl had gone crazy.

But his hands didn't truly push her away; for a Great Emperor Peak to break free from someone at the Middle Stage of Sendai was easier than blowing out a candle, yet he did not move.

His hands flipped over on the pressed bedsheets, his fingers spreading out to clasp the backs of her hands in return.

He might as well just let things take their course.

The morning light turned into the scorching midday sun.

The midday sun moved across the sky as the day wore on.

Inside the guest room, the Spiritual Qi was so dense it turned into a white mist; the Flowers of Law from the fusion of Yin and Yang bloomed and withered over the cloud bed repeatedly, endlessly.

Yuan Miaoyu's resilience exceeded Lu Chen's expectations; not only had she endured the entire night, but she was now actively demanding more.

The extreme Yin attribute of the West Emperor Scripture possessed a natural advantage in such matters; her spirit sea continued to recover during the Dual Cultivation resonance, making her braver as the battle progressed.

"Fine, fine, fine!"

Five days later.

Lu Chen was sprawled out on the bed, his right hand over his forehead, wearing an expression of utter exhaustion.

"I will take Zi Yanghua's life for you sooner or later! Stop tossing me around! If this continues, my Origin will truly be depleted! By then, I won't even be able to protect Xiao Qingxian!"

Yuan Miaoyu propped herself up on him, her long hair hanging down and beads of sweat rolling down her collarbone.

She was panting, and upon hearing those words, the corners of her mouth finally curved up.

The smile was wide and full of satisfaction.

She leaned down, gave Lu Chen a light peck on the lips, and then nimbly flipped off the bed.

Her movements were so crisp that she didn't look like someone who had just undergone a battle that lasted for days.

She leaned over to pick up the white silk garment from the floor, dressed herself in a few quick motions, smoothed her disheveled long hair with her fingers, and reinserted the white lotus hairpin into her cloud-like tresses.

The silver chains tinkled.

She walked to the door, placed her hand on the frame, and turned her head.

It was already the afternoon sun, hitting half of her Face.

The woman who had been frantically demanding more on the bed had vanished, replaced once again by the cold and ethereal Saintess of Yaochi.

"Thank you, Senior Emperor Yun. From now on, I will be at your beck and call! I'll be waiting for your good news!"

She gave a slight bow, then raised her right hand, tapping her slender finger against her lips before lightly flicking it toward Lu Chen.

A blown kiss.

The Saintess of Yaochi had blown a kiss to the Great Emperor Peak.

Then she pulled open the door and stepped out barefoot, the silver chains chiming softly as she left without looking back.

However, her way of walking was very strange; she was even trembling slightly and couldn't stand steadily!

Lu Chen lay paralyzed on the cloud bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression.

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

[The host was drained of his Origin by a little girl at the Middle Stage of Sendai. You've lost all the dignity of a Great Emperor. I suggest the host recuperate and take some Liuwei Dihuang Wan.]

Lu Chen opened his eyes, the laziness in them receding by three degrees.

"Exterminating an entire family, forcing someone's mother to self-detonate, and even wanting to use someone as a Cauldron?"

He rolled over and buried his Face in the pillow, muffledly spitting out a sentence.

"Such a person doesn't deserve to live and offend my eyes."

"Most importantly, they have a feud with my Yunxiao Holy Land and even intercepted and killed the Prodigies of the Three Great Families before. If I don't make them pay dearly this time, my name isn't Lu!"

"Standing behind me now are the Yaochi Holy Land, the Jiang Family, and the Nangong Family!"

The scent of Yuan Miaoyu's hair still lingered on the pillow—a faint fragrance of white lotus.

Outside the guest room, at the end of the corridor.

Yao Xi's expression was complex; her mouth twitched three times before she finally let out a long sigh.

"Fine, my good Saintess, my good disciple—the student has truly surpassed the Revered Master."

She turned to walk back, and as she brushed past Yu Yao, the latter was holding a teacup, her Phoenix eyes curved into crescents.

"Disciple, your grand-disciple hasn't just surpassed her Revered Master; she was even filled to the brim. Do you think a girl like Miaoyu might get pregnant?"

Yao Xi's footsteps paused.

"Revered Master! She cannot get pregnant!"

Yu Yao walked away laughing.

Far away on the Yaochi Mountain Peak, Han Yunxi sat cross-legged on a green lotus, the thin lips beneath her immortal veil curling into a meaningful arc.

Her Divine Sense had touched upon Lu Chen's final words.

"Zixiao Holy Land, Zi Yanghua!"

She murmured to herself, her fingers lightly brushing against the body of the west emperor tower.

"Yaochi will join this war. With so many powers involved, our Yaochi Holy Land must also have a share of the spoils this time; at least we can get more resources in the future!"

"Seeking justice for Little Miaoyu will also be good for our reputation!"