153: Chapter 153 A Triple Bloom! "Even the Emperor Goes Crazy" Wins MVP!

Lu Chen activated the Yunxiao Emperor Scripture.

The Great Emperor Origin circulated within his body, and his Qi transformed into golden torrents that washed through his Meridians, attempting to suppress the evil fire surging up from the depths of his Dantian.

But it was useless—even a small amount was useless!

"the great emperor is also crazy" wasn't named that for nothing.

Lu Chen's temples throbbed, and his eardrums were filled with the sound of his own heartbeat, each beat heavier and faster than the last.

Beads of sweat rolled down from his temples and onto the collar of his white robe.

His self-control was pushed to its absolute limit at this moment, every breath carrying a scorching temperature.

As he exhaled through his nose, it condensed into a white mist within the room.

Meanwhile, the culprit opposite him was walking toward him.

Nangong Ziyi stepped barefoot onto the wooden floor, her feet making a very soft "pa-ta" sound as they landed.

Her purple-red gauze dress swayed with her steps, a glimpse of her fair thigh flashing from the slit at her waist before vanishing with her next step.

Nangong Ziyi's pace wasn't fast; one step, two steps, three steps, she walked forward leisurely!

But every step revealed her snowy skin, as if she were stepping to the beat of Lu Chen's heart, making it even harder for him to endure.

Her walking posture had changed; it wasn't the dignified and proper small steps of the daytime.

Instead, it was a lazy, aggressive cat-walk, her hips swaying slightly and her waist twisting gently. The layer of thin purple-red gauze was drawn by her body's movements, clinging and then loosening, loosening and then clinging.

There was a scent on her.

It wasn't the scent of powder, but a faint sweetness unique to Nebula Silk warmed by a young girl's body temperature, mixed with the floral and fruity aroma of Spiritual Tea, and a subtle hint of body fragrance drifting from beneath that purple-red gauze dress.

This scent entered Lu Chen's nostrils and was amplified tenfold under the catalyst of the medicine's effects.

Lu Chen's Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously, and his gaze followed suit.

Nangong Ziyi saw Lu Chen swallow, her peach blossom eyes curving. She took a larger step forward, her hips swaying even more fiercely.

Her exposed snowy legs appeared even longer, her posture more beautiful, enchanting, and seductive.

Then she took a step forward, leaving only three feet between them.

Lu Chen moved to the right against the cabin wall, the fabric on his back rubbing against the wooden boards with a "chi-chi" sound of friction.

Nangong Ziyi followed him, neither hurried nor slow, her steps composed.

She wasn't in a hurry to pounce; instead, she maintained the three-foot distance, forcing Lu Chen into the corner of the room step by step.

Lu Chen had nowhere left to retreat.

"Ziyi! Don't push me too hard!"

His voice was hoarse, his throat tight.

"Stop! What you're doing is outrageous!"

He raised his left hand in front of his chest, fingers spread and palm facing outward, as if refusing, yet also as if pleading for mercy.

As a Great Emperor Peak and the dignified Emperor Yun, his current state was pathetic to an appalling degree.

Nangong Ziyi's gaze fell upon those two marks, pausing for a breath.

There was no retreat in her peach blossom eyes.

"So what?"

Her voice carried a laugh, bold and wanton, with the fearlessness unique to her age.

"In the cultivation world, strength is respected! Once the rice is cooked, even Aunt won't be able to do anything to me!"

She took another half-step forward; there was less than two feet between them.

"Besides..."

She tilted her head, her peach blossom eyes sweeping from Lu Chen's face to his chest, then to his abdomen, her gaze completely unabashed.

"Why can't I do what Aunt can do? She got to eat the meat, and she won't even let me have a sip of the soup?"

Lu Chen's temples twitched twice.

He stared at the face before him.

It was young, full of collagen, with peach blossom eyes that naturally tilted upward, carrying a hint of affection even when she wasn't smiling.

This face was seventy percent similar to Nangong Waner's, with the same peach blossom eyes, the same lip shape, and the same jawline.

But it had a bit more youthfulness and vitality than Nangong Waner's, lacking that sickly obsession and instead possessing a reckless energy like a newborn calf that didn't fear tigers.

The effects of the medicine surged within him, and a blood-red hue filled his eyes.

That face grew closer and clearer in his vision.

After having his Origin drained by Yuan Miaoyu for five consecutive days, and then facing the pincer attack of Jiang Yi and Nangong Waner at the Jade Pool...

His Great Emperor Peak willpower, having been worn down by a group of Fairies in turn over the past half-month, was now as thin as a cicada's wing.

Lu Chen closed his eyes.

His body slowly slid down, his back rubbing against the spiritual wood wall as he sat down inch by inch until he was sitting on the deck with his legs stretched out.

"Come, let the storm rage more fiercely! You are a delicate flower, but I will not show any mercy!"

His voice was flat, carrying a calmness that seemed to have seen through the Mortal World.

"Let it all be destroyed."

"I'm tired, a hat trick! This wave of "the great emperor is also crazy" got the MVP!"

Nangong Ziyi was stunned for a moment.

She had prepared for Lu Chen to struggle, refuse, or even use his Emperors Might to blast her away.

She had even stuck three of the Nangong Family's Protective Talismans inside her purple-red gauze dress to prevent being knocked unconscious by a single palm strike from the Great Emperor.

But she wasn't prepared to face a Great Emperor who just lay down and gave up.

After being stunned for two breaths, her peach blossom eyes suddenly lit up.

"Senior, it would have been so much better if you'd done this sooner!"

She let out a cheer and pounced directly onto him.

Kneeling on both sides of Lu Chen, she propped her hands beside his shoulders, her entire body covering him.

The fabric of the purple-red gauze dress rubbed against Lu Chen's white robe, the Nebula Silk feeling cold and smooth.

Her face came extremely close, noses touching, their breaths intertwining.

Her peach blossom eyes were filled with the ecstasy of success, along with a hint of the nervousness typical of a young girl.

Her lips pressed against his.

It wasn't the inexperienced and clumsy probing of Yuan Miaoyu, but a scorching, reckless collision carrying the unique temperature of the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique.

Lu Chen's hand, which had been covering his eyes, dropped down.

Nangong Ziyi's left hand moved from his shoulder, her wide sleeve waving behind her as a strand of Qi flicked from her fingertip, precisely hitting the latch of the cabin door.

Click, the door was locked tight.

Immediately after, she spread the fingers of her right hand and slapped them against the four cabin walls. Five Soundproofing Talismans flew out from her sleeve, sticking to the four corners of the walls and the ceiling. With a hum, the Soundproofing Formation took shape.

The movements were seamless, clearly having been rehearsed countless times beforehand.

Throughout the entire process, her lips never left Lu Chen's.

The Soundproofing Formation sealed all sounds within the room.

The Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique erupted completely, crimson-gold flames shining through her skin, causing the temperature of the entire room to suddenly spike by over a dozen degrees.

The flames resonated with the effects of the "the great emperor is also crazy" medicine in Lu Chen's body, and the two heat waves collided, exploding into a visible wave of white air and steam!

The candles in the cabin were extinguished simultaneously.

In the darkness, only the crimson-gold glow of the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique and the sound of the purple-red gauze dress rustling as it slid to the floor remained.

Along with the fluctuations of Spiritual Qi that continuously seeped out from the edges of the Soundproofing Formation, unable to be fully contained.

And those suggestive, intermittent low moans suppressed deep in the throat.

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Next door.

Ji Ziyue sat cross-legged on her bed, motionless.

The Soundproofing Talismans blocked the sound, but they couldn't block the spiritual resonance from the eruption of the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique.

That crimson-gold fluctuation passed through the cabin wall and swept across her face, carrying a scorching temperature.

Her fingertips tapped twice on her knee.

"How much of the Nangong Family's medicine is left?"

She murmured to herself, her voice extremely soft.

She needed an opportunity or an accomplice.

Ji Ziyue turned over to face the cabin wall, the curve of her lips slowly turning upward in the darkness.

In another cabin.

Ye Qingxian, holding an unfinished Immortal Fruit, rolled over and mumbled something in her sleep.

"Hehe, Revered Master! Don't run, I want it too. I'm going to show my filial piety together with the Senior Sisters!"