157: Chapter 157 Nangong Ziyi's storage ring was full of erotic clothes!

Lu Chen's Divine Sense probed into the first Storage Pouch.

How strong was the Divine Sense of a Great Emperor Peak? He could clearly count how many cracks were on a single grain of sand.

At this moment, his Divine Sense transformed into a golden thread, sweeping through every inch of the storage space, leaving no corner unturned.

The first Storage Pouch.

Thirty thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones, stacked neatly; seven Jade Slips of the Nangong Family's direct lineage Cultivation Techniques, all of which were fire-element secret arts.

Three sets of everyday clothes, folded neatly; a box of the Nangong Family's specially made spiritual grease, pale pink and smelling sweet, likely for use on the lips.

No medicinal powder.

The second Storage Pouch.

Twelve spirit fruits, of excellent quality; a crimson-gold magical short sword, Saint Grade.

A bronze mirror with a smooth surface and runes carved on the back—this was a grooming Magical Artifact of the Nangong Family that could automatically tidy one's appearance.

Still nothing. Lu Chen's brow furrowed a bit deeper.

The third Storage Pouch.

Just as his Divine Sense probed inside, his movements suddenly froze.

A row of clothing was neatly arranged in the space, but they weren't everyday clothes.

The first item was an extremely thin crimson silk ribbon with bells hanging from both ends; the fabric in the middle was so narrow it could only cover a sliver.

The second item was a set of black lace gauze embroidered with the Nangong Family crest; the chest and waist areas were hollowed out, held together only by crisscrossing thin threads.

The third item was pure white and even more excessive—two pieces of silk as thin as a cicada's wing, tied at the shoulders with two thin strings, with nothing underneath.

The fourth item...

Lu Chen's hand stopped. He withdrew his Divine Sense from the Storage Pouch and looked up at Nangong Ziyi under the quilt.

Nangong Ziyi was huddled under the quilt, revealing only half her face. Her peach blossom eyes looked over from above the edge of the quilt, watery and full of innocence.

“Husband, those were birthday gifts from my aunt.”

Her voice carried the characteristic raspiness of someone who had just woken up.

“I haven't worn them yet. I'll wear them for you in the future, let you... use them.”

Nangong Ziyi paused for a half-beat.

“If Husband is in a hurry, should I try them on for you now?”

Lu Chen tossed the Storage Pouch aside, his face turning as black as ink.

Nangong Waner gave her niece such things as birthday gifts? Just how rotten was the Nangong Family's reputation?

He didn't respond, picking up the first Spatial Ring and probing it with his Divine Sense.

The space inside this ring was larger, and the items were more varied.

He continued searching.

He opened the Medicinal Pill bottles one by one, verifying the ingredients with his Divine Sense; they were all proper Auxiliary Cultivation Pills.

He also checked the bottles of spiritual liquid; there was no tampering. He flipped through the notebooks, which recorded insights on fire-element techniques, with no hidden items.

The second Spatial Ring.

It was equally clean. He turned the Spirit Stones, Magic Treasures, clothing, and sundries upside down, but he couldn't find even a grain of 'the great emperor is also crazy' powder.

Lu Chen threw everything back onto the bed and leaned back, supporting his forehead.

Nothing.

He had searched through more than a dozen storage treasures, and besides finding a pile of intimate clothing that made his blood pressure spike, he hadn't found even half a grain of residue from 'the great emperor is also crazy'.

Nangong Ziyi remained wrapped in the quilt, maintaining that innocent expression from beginning to end.

Her peach blossom eyes were moist, her chin rested on the edge of the quilt, and the corners of her mouth were slightly turned down, as if she were aggrieved by being wrongly accused.

But under the quilt, her curled toes were wiggling triumphantly.

Hmph, did he really think she would hide that stuff in a storage treasure?

Lu Chen stared at her.

His intuition told him that this little girl definitely still had some stock left.

But he had searched everywhere he could, and finding nothing made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

“Swear it.”

Lu Chen's voice dropped.

“Swear what?” Nangong Ziyi's peach blossom eyes blinked twice.

“Swear that you no longer have that stuff on you.” Lu Chen held up a finger toward her.

“If you're hiding any, you're a little puppy.”

Nangong Ziyi's mouth twitched. A puppy?

She rolled her eyes in her heart, then raised her right hand, pressing three fingers together and holding them above her head in a pious gesture.

“I, Nangong Ziyi, hereby swear!”

Her voice was solemn, but a hint of a smile flashed in her peach blossom eyes.

“I swear by my path of immortality that this Fairy absolutely has no more 'the great emperor is also crazy' on her person. If I do, I'm a puppy.”

Then she added in her heart: *If I have to become a puppy, I'll become Lu Chen's puppy, pestering him for all eternity, the kind he can't get rid of.*

*No, I have to add one more thing. Even if I'm reincarnated as a dog, the gender must be female—I want to be a female dog! That way I can stay by his side!*

Lu Chen stared into her eyes, trying to find any flaw.

Nangong Ziyi met his gaze openly, her eyes clear and without a trace of guilt, making her face look all the more innocent.

“Still not enough?” Seeing that he didn't believe her, Nangong Ziyi simply raised her right hand even higher and raised her voice.

“I'll swear a more serious oath!”

She cleared her throat, her expression becoming extremely serious.

“I, Nangong Ziyi, swear that if I am still hiding that medicine on me!”

She paused for a beat.

“Then let my aunt, Nangong Waner, be struck by heavenly lightning!”

Lu Chen's mouth twitched violently twice.

Good grief, the oath was for her aunt.

This was the first time he had seen such a rogue operation, but he simply couldn't refute it.

Nangong Ziyi lowered her hand and looked at him with an open face, her peach blossom eyes practically screaming: *You still don't believe me?*

Lu Chen opened his mouth, but the words died in his throat.

He wanted her to swear again, betting on herself.

But looking at this girl's self-assured face, he suddenly felt that even if he made her swear ten more oaths, they would all damn well be placed on someone else.

The women of the Nangong Family didn't have the concept of 'losing out' in their blood.

Lu Chen let out a long breath of turbid air.

He accepted it.

Since he couldn't find evidence and the oath couldn't do anything to her, as a Great Emperor Peak, he couldn't actually pin down a little girl at the Xiantai Fourth Layer and strip-search her.

With her pitiable appearance, a search would inevitably lead to trouble! A search would inevitably lead to discussing a 'multi-million dollar business'!

He stood up, pulled a clean black robe from a nearby rack, threw it on in a few motions, tied his belt, and reinserted the wooden hairpin into his hair bun.

The moment the sword-nurturing gourd was hung back at his waist, he finally regained some of the dignity of a Great Emperor.

“Fine.” Lu Chen tied his belt without looking back.

“Hurry up and get dressed, then get out.”

He turned his head and glanced at Nangong Ziyi.

“Didn't we agree to get off the ship today? Yunmeng City is just ahead. Hurry back to your Nangong Family, go into secluded cultivation, and stay away from me.”

Nangong Ziyi huddled in the quilt, staring at his back for three heartbeats.

Then she smiled—a lazy, satisfied smile with eyes curved in a coquettish way.

She yanked the quilt up, flopped back onto the pillow, her long hair spreading across the bed, and her bare shoulders peeking from the edge of the quilt, dazzlingly white.

She rolled over to face Lu Chen, hugging the pillow with both hands and resting her chin on it, her peach blossom eyes half-closed.

“I've changed my mind.”

Lu Chen's hand stopped on the doorknob.

“I'm not getting off the ship.” Nangong Ziyi's voice was clingy, with the lazy nasal tone of someone who had just woken up.

She buried her face a little into the pillow, her voice muffled, but every word was articulated clearly.

“I've already given my body to Husband. My virginity is gone, my Primordial Yin is gone. Husband, you still want to drive me away?”

She looked up, a layer of moisture gathering in her peach blossom eyes, her lips pouting slightly.

“I'm staying on the flying boat now.”

She rubbed the tip of her nose against the pillow, her voice rising half a pitch.

“As the Mistress.”

Lu Chen's hand on the doorknob froze.

He slowly turned his head.

Nangong Ziyi lay on the bed wrapped in the quilt, her long hair messy, her shoulders white and tender, her peach blossom eyes watery, looking for all the world like she was pestering him with a 'what can you do about it' expression.

Mistress? Of his three Disciples, the eldest, Leng Qingqiu, wasn't around, and the youngest, Ye Qingxian, was sleeping right next door.

If this girl really pestered him and he brought a 'Mistress' who was about the same age as his Disciples back to Yunxiao Holy Land...

What would Leng Qingqiu do when she saw her?

What would that little fox Yun Qianyue do when she saw her?