154: Chapter 154 Little Nangong Ziyi's Overthrow of Her Superior!

Inside the cabin, the candles were all extinguished.

Nangong Ziyi leaned over him, her hands bracing on either side of his shoulders. Her long hair fell from her shoulders, brushing against his chest; it wasn't his skin that felt itchy, but his heart.

Her peach blossom eyes looked down at him, her pupils reflecting nothing but crimson-gold light.

Her lips curled up, and the tip of her tongue slowly slid from her lower lip to her upper lip. It was moist and glistening, tracing an arc before retreating. She pursed her lips slightly, pressing down that layer of watery sheen.

Lu Chen stared at the trail left by the tip of her tongue, his Adam's apple bobbing.

“Senior, what are you looking at?”

Nangong Ziyi lowered her head, her nose touching his, her breath hitting his lips.

She didn't wait for an answer and kissed him directly.

This time it wasn't a collision; it was slow.

When her lips touched his, they carried the unique temperature of the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique—the kind of warmth of a human body, a scorching heat burning out from the bone marrow, conducted to where their lips met, magnifying the sensation several times over.

Her tongue probed inside, lightly sweeping against the inner side of his teeth before retreating.

The moment their lips parted, a silvery thread pulled from between them. Thin and shimmering under the crimson-gold firelight, it stretched longer and longer, trembling twice before breaking in mid-air.

Nangong Ziyi looked at the broken silver thread, her peach blossom eyes crinkling. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked away the remaining traces on her lips.

Her movements were unhurried. Her tongue moved from left to right—pink, flexible, every inch illuminated by the crimson-gold light.

“It tastes good,” she said, her voice carrying a smile.

“Even better than how Aunt described it.”

Lu Chen's reason was already riddled with holes under the effects of “the great emperor is also crazy.” This sentence became the final flirtation.

His right hand rose from the floor, fingers spreading as he gripped her lower back.

Nangong Ziyi's waist went soft, and her whole body leaned forward, her chest pressing tightly against his, creating two soft deformations.

Lu Chen's left hand braced against the floor. With a surge of power from his waist and abdomen, he flipped over.

The movement was so fast that Nangong Ziyi had no time to react.

One second she was on top, and the next, she was flipped over, her back pressed against the cold wooden floor, her long hair spreading out.

Lu Chen hovered over her, one hand pinning her wrist and the other still gripping her waist. Then he scooped her up and threw her onto the bed.

Lu Chen's sense of oppression poured out at this moment. It wasn't the pressure of a cultivation level, but a pure, masculine, physical crushing force.

Nangong Ziyi's wrist was pinned, making her unable to move, but there wasn't a hint of fear in her peach blossom eyes.

She raised her free hand, hooked it around Lu Chen's neck, and pulled him down.

“That's more like it.” Her voice was husky and breathless, yet the curve of her lips was triumphant.

“A Great Emperor should act like a Great Emperor.”

“Don't say 'that's more like it.' What should I do if my little brother refuses to bow his head?”

Nangong Ziyi smirked, then licked her lips. Her lips pressed against Lu Chen's ear as she whispered flirtatiously:

“That's easy to handle! First, find Grandma to mediate! Then I, your little sister, will step in! Your good little brother will eventually soften! If he still refuses to bow his head, then beat him until he foams at the mouth and his eyes roll back!”

Her purple-red gauze robe had already crumpled into a mess during the flip, hanging off her body; it was a sight not to be seen from afar, looking as if she had been toyed with!

Her long legs rose, pressing against his waist, her ankles locking; this was called an Immortal Dao Killing Move—the Seven-Day Lock of Unbreakable Love.

She looked up at him, her peach blossom eyes misty. The tip of her tongue emerged again, slowly licking her lips. This time it wasn't a tease; it was a thirst.

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A soundproofing Talisman sealed the noise within the cabin.

But the Spiritual Qi fluctuations produced by the collision between the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique and the Great Emperor's Pure Yang Origin leaked out like a tide, bypassing the seal of five Talismans.

Inside the cabin, Nangong Ziyi's fingers dug into Lu Chen's shoulders and back, her nails sinking into the flesh. The force was so great that it even left faint white marks on the Great Emperor's Physical Body.

Her breathing was rapid and hot. She spoke intermittently, each word seeming to come from deep within her throat.

“Senior, did you know?”

She tilted her head, her lips brushing against his earlobe.

“Aunt raised me since I was a child. She taught me many things.”

Lu Chen's movements paused slightly.

“She taught me how to look at men, how to distinguish the good from the bad.”

Nangong Ziyi's voice was broken, interspersed with uncontrollable breaths.

“And also matters between women. She explained them in great detail.”

“She liked to hold me while we slept.”

“Every time she held me very tightly, like she was holding a pillow.”

Her peach blossom eyes shone startlingly bright in the crimson-gold light, a trace of an indefinable smile on her lips.

“She often tied my hair to look like yours, dressed me in black robes, and even used a wooden hairpin to bind my hair.”

Lu Chen's pupils constricted slightly.

“She would hold me and call your name.”

“Lu Chen, Lu Chen... she called it all night in her dreams.”

“She even did some things that are hard to speak of.”

She paused for a beat, her peach blossom eyes sweeping over Lu Chen's face, seeing his expression change.

“grinding water tofu, Senior understands, right?”

Lu Chen understood.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again.

Nangong Ziyi sensed his emotional fluctuations. She proactively reached out, cupping his face and making him look at her.

“Senior, don't overthink it. I'm telling you this not to make you feel guilty.”

Her tone suddenly became serious.

“Although I call her Aunt, I'm not from the main Nangong Family. I come from a very distant branch of the Nangong line. Because my talent was good, I was chosen to act as a direct Bloodline member and was raised by Aunt since I was young.”

“She was very good to me, truly very good.”

Something was churning in Nangong Ziyi's peach blossom eyes. It wasn't hate or resentment, but a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

“When I first saw you, I was stunned for several seconds. It wasn't just because you were the person Aunt made me dress up as.”

Her voice grew softer.

“It was also because you are truly handsome. I like you very much.”

Lu Chen looked down at her.

Nangong Ziyi's eyes snapped open wide, then slowly closed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself tightly against him.

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The Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique operated frantically during the Dual Cultivation.

The crimson-gold flames were no longer just decoration; they had become a true furnace.

The Great Emperor's Pure Yang Origin surged into Nangong Ziyi's body, wrapped, purified, and transformed by the flames of the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique before being injected into her Qi Sea.

Her cultivation base soared amidst the intensity.

The barrier of Half-step Sendai was shattered from within. The resonance of heaven and earth descended, and Dao patterns emerged beneath her skin, crimson-gold and spreading along the path of her Meridians.

“First Layer.”

Lu Chen felt the fluctuation of her skyrocketing cultivation, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

The absorption efficiency of the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique was even more aggressive than Yuan Miaoyu's West Emperor Scripture.

It wasn't a steady, long-flowing infiltration, but a devouring like a raging fire—violent and radical.

Xiantai Second Layer, Third Layer.

Nangong Ziyi's body undulated, her long legs appearing even more flamboyant, spread wide and restless.

“Keep going, let the storm come even more violently! I'm not some delicate flower; I can take it.”

Her voice was so husky it was almost impossible to distinguish the words.

Xiantai Fourth Layer.

Her cultivation stabilized, and the tsunami of spiritual power returned to calm.

But Nangong Ziyi didn't stop.

She flipped over to sit up, reclaiming the top position. Her long hair fell, framing their faces in a confined space.

“Senior.”

She licked her lips, pulling out another silver thread that shimmered in the crimson-gold light.

“I'm going to finish you off before Aunt does.”

Lu Chen opened his eyes in a daze, looking at this face with peach blossom eyes full of madness.

The women of the Central Region were each more overwhelming and fierce than the last.

Jiang Yi was a domineering crushing force, Nangong Waner was a morbid entanglement, and Yuan Miaoyu was a hidden fire beneath a cold exterior.

And Nangong Ziyi was a young, fearless, newborn-calf-like madness.

She didn't fear him, didn't revere him, and didn't even take the title of “Great Emperor” seriously.

In her eyes, he was just a man—a man she wanted.

The crimson-gold light of the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique flickered incessantly in the cabin, not ceasing all night.

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The neighboring cabin.

Ji Ziyue lay on the bed, facing the cabin wall.

The Spiritual Qi fluctuations passed through the wall, sweeping over her back wave after wave. The crimson-gold residual heat made her cheeks burn.

She bit her lip, her nails sinking into her palms.

The fluctuations of the Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique became more intense in the latter half of the night. That little girl's energy was incredibly vigorous, coming wave after wave without end.

Ji Ziyue rolled over and buried her face in her pillow.

“The Nangong Family's medicine...”

Her voice was muffled in the pillow, barely audible.

“Just how much is left?”

Her Phoenix eyes lit up for a moment in the darkness.

She needed an opportunity or... an ally.

Outside the window, the first light of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon.

The crimson-gold light inside the cabin finally began to weaken, dimming bit by bit.

The effects of the medicine dissipated.