159: Chapter 159 My wife isn't home, and I'm feeling unbearably hot and bothered!

Nangong Ziyi did not leave with any dignity.

On the deck of the flying boat, she clung to the main mast, her entire body hanging off it with her legs wrapped around the pole.

Lu Chen's Black Robe, which was three sizes too large, hung off her. The neckline had slipped below her left shoulder, revealing half of her collarbone and the faint red bite marks left from last night.

Her long hair was disheveled, blown across her face by the morning breeze, and her peach blossom eyes were as red as a rabbit's.

"I'm not leaving!"

"In life, I am Lu Chen's woman! In death, I am Lu Chen's ghost!"

"None of you should even think about dragging me off this pole!"

Ji Ziyue stood three paces away, her wide sleeves behind her back, her phoenix eyes calmly watching the scene.

She didn't make a move.

It wasn't that she couldn't drag her down; for a Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level to pull a Xiantai Fourth Layer, it was no different from pulling a radish.

She just found the scene quite amusing.

Lu Chen stood at the cabin door, hand on the frame, looking at Nangong Ziyi like an old man on a subway bewildered by what he saw.

Ye Qingxian was awakened by the commotion. Rubbing her eyes, she poked her head out of the cabin and saw Nangong Ziyi hanging on the mast wailing, wearing her Revered Master's clothes with the neckline slipping and shoulders covered in red marks.

Ye Qingxian's large eyes blinked twice, and her mouth formed an 'O' shape.

Then she silently shrank back and closed the cabin door.

"Fellow Daoist Ziyue, I'll have to trouble you."

Ji Ziyue nodded and raised her hand.

The Spatial Law of the Great Void Technique condensed, and the space around the mast's surface was directly folded. The section of the pole Nangong Ziyi was holding shrank to an inch in her palms.

Her hands snapped shut, grasping at empty air.

The moment she slid off the mast, Ji Ziyue's left hand had already pinched the back of her collar.

Nangong Ziyi hung in mid-air, limbs flailing, the hem of the Black Robe fluttering in the wind, revealing two fair and tender calves.

"Lu Chen! You heartless, ungrateful scoundrel! You'll regret this!"

"You'll miss me when I'm gone! You'll think of me when you can't sleep at night!"

"When that time comes, your wife won't be home, and you'll be all fired up, hot and bothered..."

"Husband! Let me stay! I'm willing to do anything!"

"In life I am yours, in death I am yours! If I still have medicine, I'll reincarnate as your little female dog!"

"I can even be your concubine! I don't need any status! I can help you ward off other women by your side! I'll deal with them for you!"

Her voice grew more and more distant.

Ji Ziyue turned into a streak of purple light, carrying her through the clouds and speeding off toward the southeast.

Quiet returned to the flying boat.

Lu Chen stood on the deck as the wind blew, sweeping a few stray strands of hair across his face.

He watched the purple light disappear over the horizon and let out a long breath.

She was finally gone, but his heart didn't fully settle.

He returned to the cabin, closed the door, and sat cross-legged on a futon, hands on his knees, staring at the low table in front of him.

The purple clay teapot was still on the table. The spout had cooled, and tea stains had dried into a faint ring around the opening.

Lu Chen stared at the teapot, his mind racing.

"the great emperor is also crazy."

This was the third time he had fallen for this stuff.

The first time, Jiang Yi gave it to him.

The second time, Nangong Waner gave it to him.

The third time, Nangong Ziyi stole her aunt's stash and put it in his tea.

Three times, all through tea. Would he even dare to drink water in the future?

Lu Chen's pupils contracted.

What if one day, Leng Qingqiu, that deep-thinking girl, got a hold of a dose of "the great emperor is also crazy" and poured a pot into his sword-nurturing gourd?

What if Yun Qianyue, that little fox, used a Fox Clan secret technique to melt the powder into her body fragrance and rubbed it on him?

What if Ye Qingxian, that little brat who doesn't know the heights of the heavens, learned a trick from Nangong Ziyi and injected it into some immortal fruit?

If his three disciples joined forces with Jiang Yi, Nangong Waner, Yuan Miaoyu, and Nangong Ziyi—seven women, each with a pot of tea.

Even with a ten-thousand-year lifespan, he wouldn't survive the exhaustion.

Lu Chen closed his eyes and called out to the System in his mind.

"System! Lord System!"

[...Something the matter?]

The loli voice was lazy, sounding like she had just woken up.

"What exactly is the deal with this [the great emperor is also crazy]? Why can't even a Great Emperor suppress it? I am at the Great Emperor Peak, someone who has survived ten thousand Lightning Tribulations, and yet a single cup of medicine can lay me low?"

His tone was urgent, carrying genuine fear.

"This is illogical! A Great Emperor's cultivation should automatically repel external toxins! My Yunxiao Emperor Scripture comes with its own purification! Why is there zero reaction to this stuff?"

There was a silence for three breaths.

Then the loli voice spoke, her tone carrying a rare hint of disdain.

[Host, please do not act like you're suffering after getting a good deal.]

The corner of Lu Chen's mouth twitched.

["the great emperor is also crazy," full name "Yin Yang Primordial Origin Catalyst Dew," was a supreme treasure of an Ancient Divine Dynasty, lost for tens of thousands of years.]

[Its essence is not a poison at all.]

The loli voice paused, emphasizing her words.

[Instead, it is an extremely pure Yin Yang Origin catalyst, a supreme tonic of heaven and earth, ranked as a lower-tier Immortal Grade medicine.]

[Why would you repel it? Because cultivation doesn't repel things beneficial to oneself. Your body is actively absorbing it, understand?]

Lu Chen was stunned.

A supreme tonic?

"A supreme tonic makes a person lose their mind and turn into a beast?"

His voice rose half an octave, nearly cracking.

"After I was dosed, my whole self felt wrong! It was like being possessed! My head was full of..."

He couldn't go on.

The System's loli voice coldly finished for him.

[Full of what? Full of wanting to get close and personal with beautiful Fairies?]

"..."

[Host, I'll be honest, so don't get angry.]

"Go on."

[It wasn't the medicine that made you lose your reason.]

The loli voice's tone shifted from disdain to the certainty of an old doctor who had seen through a patient.

[It's that you've been celibate for too long.]

[You think your Dao Heart is as solid as a rock, but in reality, your body has been crying for help. The medicine is just a trigger, releasing the nature you've suppressed.]

[To use an analogy, you are a volcano. The magma has been bottled up underground for ten thousand years. That medicine was just someone throwing a stone into the volcano.]

[As a result, you erupted on your own. And you've erupted three times, each time quite thoroughly.]

Lu Chen's face turned the color of pig liver.

He opened his mouth to retort, but not a single word came out.

Because every word the System said was true.

He recalled back at the Jiang Family ancestral home; Jiang Yi had only just administered the drug when he already couldn't control himself.

At the Nangong Family, Nangong Waner's dosage was larger, but his reaction speed was even faster.

Last night, Nangong Ziyi only used a third of the dose, and he still fell all the same.

It wasn't that the medicine was getting stronger; it was that his defenses were getting thinner.

Lu Chen fell backward onto the futon, staring up at the ceiling.

The wind blew through the porthole, past his bright red ears and his stiff cheeks.

He lay there in the wind for a long time, motionless.

The System loli voice drifted out with one last line.

[So Host, don't blame the medicine. Blame yourself for holding it in too much.]

"Shut up!"

Lu Chen didn't want to hear any more.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, repeating this three times to force himself to calm down.

Fine, okay, he admitted it.

After years of celibacy, the body indeed had needs. This was a physiological issue; it wasn't shameful.

But that wasn't the crux of the problem.

The key point was that since this medicine was a "supreme tonic," it was impossible for the Nangong Family to be the only source.

Jiang Yi could get it, Nangong Waner could get it, and Nangong Ziyi could steal it.

What about Leng Qingqiu? What about Yun Qianyue? What was the Fox Clan best at? Refining aphrodisiacs.

Lu Chen's back went cold.

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Meanwhile, high in the sky outside the flying boat.

Ji Ziyue, carrying Nangong Ziyi, was hovering above a sea of clouds.

The spatial lock on Nangong Ziyi's limbs had been released. She rubbed her sore neck, her peach blossom eyes staring warily at Ji Ziyue.

Ji Ziyue stood with her hands behind her back, her purple palace dress rustling in the wind, her phoenix eyes looking down at her from above.

Silence lasted for five breaths.

Ji Ziyue spoke, her voice steady and unhurried. Her fragrant tongue brushed over her lips, and combined with her beauty, she looked exceptionally lovely and charming, not at all wretched or vulgar.

"Little girl, you'd better just give it to me!"