160: Chapter 160 Master and Sister Ziyi are having a serious cultivation sparring session

Lu Chen lay on the meditation cushion, staring motionlessly at the Spirit Wood patterns on the cabin ceiling; at this moment, he was in a state of sage-like detachment.

The words from the System's loli voice still echoed in his head.

"Blame it on the fact that you've been holding it in for too long."

Lu Chen had Cultivated the Yunxiao Emperor Scripture for hundreds of years, claiming to have a heart as still as water, untainted by the Mortal World. The result? Beneath the surface, it was all lava—one poke and it erupted.

The System was right; the medicine was just a catalyst, the real problem lay within himself.

Having abstained for too long, his physical instincts had been suppressed to the limit, and any slight external force could cause that line of defense to collapse.

His right hand moved to his lower back and gave it a press.

"It seems I need to nourish myself properly."

What about the future? These Fairies around him were each more aggressive and less honorable than the last.

His Origin recovery speed couldn't keep up with their consumption rate; if this continued, he wouldn't be beaten to death, he'd be drained to death.

He lay face up and let out a long breath of turbid air.

Cultivating for immortality, only to end up with nothing but loneliness.

"Revered Master?"

A head peeked in from the cabin door.

Ye Qingxian's big eyes first scanned left and right, then looked down.

On the floor, purple-red gauze clothes were scattered everywhere, the material thin as a cicada's wing shimmering with an ambiguous luster in the morning light.

On the low table, the Purple Clay Teapot was tilted over, tea stains had dried into circular marks, and the undergarments hadn't been put away yet, strewn haphazardly between the tabletop and the floor.

The bed was even more unsightly.

The quilt was crumpled into a ball, the pillow had fallen to the foot of the bed, and the white sheets were wrinkled beyond recognition, with that dark red mark still clearly visible under the light despite having dried.

A faint, sweet scent still lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate from the cabin.

Ye Qingxian's gaze moved from the gauze fragments to the red mark on the sheet, and then from the red mark to Lu Chen, who was slumped on the meditation cushion clutching his waist.

Her small mouth pouted.

Her brows furrowed, and her big eyes were filled with accusation.

That look translated into seven words—Revered Master is such a big pervert.

Lu Chen's face twitched.

"What are you looking at!" He sat up abruptly, the movement pulling at his lower back, causing him to grimace.

"This was serious sparring. I was teaching little Nangong Ziyi how to Cultivate. What do you kids know!"

Ye Qingxian glanced toward the undergarments and curled her lip.

"You wear this for serious sparring?"

"That's her dharma robe! A fire-attribute Magic Treasure! It's used during Cultivation! You haven't learned it, you wouldn't understand!"

Ye Qingxian's expression screamed "Who are you kidding," but she didn't press further and stood obediently at the door.

Lu Chen coughed twice, stood up while supporting his waist, and forced a change of subject.

"Come here, stand straight."

Ye Qingxian tilted her head and walked over.

"How has your progress been these past few days at Yaochi? Is your Xiantai Early Stage stable? Have you remembered the lesson of being flicked away by Yuan Miaoyu's sleeve at the Yaochi Great Competition? Have you practiced your Spiritual Sense strength?"

He fired off questions like a machine gun, speaking so fast he didn't give Ye Qingxian any chance to talk back.

Ye Qingxian was stunned by the barrage of questions, her big eyes blinking several times.

"Revered Master, you're asking so many at once, which one should I answer?"

"Answer all of them. Start with your Spiritual Sense, hurry."

Ye Qingxian had no choice but to get serious and began reporting her Cultivation progress from the last few days.

Lu Chen nodded frequently while listening, his expression solemn and earnest.

As for his occasional waist-twisting movements, he figured Ye Qingxian wouldn't notice.

Ye Qingxian saw everything, and her lip curled again and again.

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Deep in the sea of clouds tens of thousands of miles away.

On an unnamed mountain peak, a clear stream flowed from a rock crevice halfway up the mountain, the sound of water tinkling.

Ji Ziyue retracted her Great Void Technique and stepped onto the Void Realm, her purple palace dress fluttering in the wind.

Her right hand held Nangong Ziyi by the back of her collar, her grip steady and the force moderate.

Then she let go.

Nangong Ziyi was thrown out, crashing into the stream.

With a splash, water splattered everywhere.

The stream wasn't deep, barely reaching her waist.

The icy mountain spring soaked the oversized Black Robe, the wet fabric clinging to Nangong Ziyi's body and outlining her silhouette perfectly.

Her long hair was drenched, sticking to her cheeks and neck, with a few strands dripping water down her collarbone.

The faint red marks Lu Chen had left on her shoulder became even darker after being soaked in water.

She sat in the middle of the stream, her peach blossom eyes filled with anger, but under the aura of a Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level, that anger looked more like grievance.

The collar of the Black Robe slipped down due to the water, revealing a large area of fair skin, and the curves beneath her collarbone were clearly visible under the soaked fabric.

Water droplets fell from her chin, one after another.

At this moment, Nangong Ziyi truly looked pitiable and lovely!

Ji Ziyue raised her hand and tapped, unblocking her Mute Acupoint.

"Cough, cough, Ji Ziyue! You're crazy!" Nangong Ziyi choked on some water, coughing as she stood up, dragging the heavy, soaked robe out of the water.

Ji Ziyue didn't reply.

She stood on a rock by the stream, her Phoenix eyes scanning Nangong Ziyi from head to toe.

Her gaze was unhurried, carrying scrutiny, playfulness, and an undisguised shrewdness.

"Little girl."

Ji Ziyue's voice was indifferent, a cold smile hooking the corner of her mouth.

"You can fool Lu Chen, that reckless emperor who only knows how to fight and Cultivate, but you can't fool me."

Nangong Ziyi thought to herself that things were looking bad.

She stood in the stream, her feet on the smooth pebbles, the cold current constantly washing over her calves and taking away the remaining warmth from her skin.

But her expression didn't change.

Her peach blossom eyes blinked twice, showing just the right amount of confusion.

"Senior Ji, what are you talking about? What did I deceive my husband about?"

Her voice was still hoarse; her throat hadn't recovered from last night's ordeal, and combined with her soaked, bedraggled appearance, she looked incredibly innocent.

Ji Ziyue was not deceived by her performance.

She took a step forward, stepping from the bank onto the water's surface.

Her Pseudo-Emperor cultivation supported her body, suspending her above the water; her skirt barely brushed the surface but didn't get wet at all.

She stopped in front of Nangong Ziyi.

There was less than three feet between them.

Then, without any warning, the aura of the Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level fully erupted.

Invisible pressure poured out from Ji Ziyue's body, and Spatial Law condensed around her, freezing the entire stream in an instant.

It wasn't frozen by temperature, but by space; the current stopped in mid-air, and water droplets hung motionlessly in Nangong Ziyi's hair.

Nangong Ziyi's knees went weak.

A Xiantai Fourth Layer cultivation had no right to even resist before a Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level; her Meridians were crushed by the Spatial Law, her spiritual power stagnated, and even breathing became difficult.

She gritted her teeth and held on, refusing to kneel, but her body was already trembling uncontrollably.

The soaked Black Robe clung tightly to her skin, the chill seeping into her marrow, and combined with the suffocation from the Pseudo-Emperor's pressure, an unnatural flush appeared on her fair cheeks.

Ji Ziyue's Phoenix eyes locked onto her, her lips moving word by word.

"[the great emperor is also crazy], do you really only have that little?"

She pressed forward another half step, their noses almost touching.

Ji Ziyue's breath hit Nangong Ziyi's face, carrying the heart-pounding spiritual fluctuations unique to a Pseudo-Emperor.

"You said you stole your aunt's."

She paused for a beat, her Phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as her cold smile deepened.

"Then what about the rest? Don't say you don't have any more. Women understand women. Don't be silly, this Empress doesn't believe it."

Nangong Ziyi's eyes flickered.

Ji Ziyue's right hand rose, her two fingers pinching Nangong Ziyi's chin and tilting her face up, forcing her to look directly into her eyes.

"You definitely still have the last of the Precious Medicine hidden on you. Be a good girl and take it out for me to see."

"Otherwise, I'll just have to do some... bad, unspeakable things to you!"

PS:

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