163: Chapter 163 If ​​we both attack together, Senior Cloud Emperor won't be able to withstand it!

After teasing Nangong Ziyi, Ji Ziyue looked at the thing she had always craved in her heart.

A pink jade bottle lay in the palm of Ji Ziyue's hand.

It was the size of a thumb, the bottle body warm, radiating a pale pink hue.

Ji Ziyue's thumb slowly caressed the bottle, her fingertips feeling that layer of warmth.

The water stains on the jade bottle had long since been dried by the wind, but the lingering warmth belonging to the young girl's body had not yet dissipated, conducting from her fingertips to her palm, and spreading from her palm to her wrist.

She brought the jade bottle to her nose.

The bottle was sealed, so the scent should not have leaked out.

But that faint, extremely pure trace of Yin and Yang Origin aura pierced through the bottle wall and drilled into her nasal cavity.

Ji Ziyue's pupils contracted.

This aura was too pure, so pure that her spiritual sea was spontaneously resonating, and the spiritual power in her Meridians surged like a wave.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened them again, the light in her Phoenix eyes had changed. It was just right, it was so pure, she was going to hit the jackpot!

"This is the ancient miracle medicine that can make the great emperor is also crazy..."

Her voice came from deep within her throat, every word containing an excitement that had been suppressed to the extreme and finally released.

She thought back to that night in the back garden of the Jiang Family.

Lu Chen's whip struck her back, the force neither too light nor too heavy, just on the edge of her limit.

She bit her lip, refusing to make a sound, but her body was much more honest than her mouth.

She remembered those nights on the flying boat, the fluctuations coming from the cabin next door; she could only clutch a pillow and sink her fingers into her flower heart.

Now, the medicine was in her hands.

With this thing, she, a "quasi-emperor's bedchamber maid" without even a title, now had the ultimate trump card to turn the tables and rise to power.

No matter how strong Lu Chen's Origin of the Great Emperor was, he would not be able to hold out; no matter how firm his Dao Heart was, he would not be able to block an instinctive eruption.

She only needed one opportunity, a pot of tea, one night.

Ji Ziyue's tongue slowly slid across her lower lip, her Phoenix eyes half-closed, the curve of her mouth lifting bit by bit.

The sound of water interrupted her reverie.

Nangong Ziyi crawled up from the stream, soaked to the bone, Lu Chen's Black Robe, which was three sizes too big, clinging to her body, her long hair sticking to her cheeks and neck.

Her peach blossom eyes were red, her eye sockets brimming with tears that fell one by one, mixing with the stream water until it was impossible to tell which was which.

"Give it back to me!"

Her voice was sharp, carrying a sobbing tone, her throat still having the hoarse texture from shouting last night, sounding both fierce and pitiful.

"That is my aunt's medicine! If you dare take it, my aunt will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

She stood firm in the water, fists clenched tight, the spiritual patterns of her Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique faintly glowing, driven by her anger, but the crimson-gold flames had barely emerged half an inch from under her skin before they were crushed by the Spatial Law casually released by Ji Ziyue.

Nangong Ziyi's tears flowed even more fiercely; that was her lifeline.

That was her ultimate trump card to dominate all the beauties in the future.

Jiang Yi had the foundation of the Jiang Family, Yuan Miaoyu had the extremely Yin attribute of the West Emperor Scripture, with too much water, but she, Nangong Ziyi, had nothing; her only trump card was this bottle of "the great emperor is also crazy".

Ji Ziyue held the jade bottle in her palm, extended her other hand, grabbed Nangong Ziyi's wet collar, and lifted her up from the stream.

Nangong Ziyi hung in mid-air, kicking her limbs wildly, water droplets dripping from the hem of the robe.

Ji Ziyue brought her in front of her face, the two faces less than half a foot apart.

"Little sister."

Her voice was light and airy, yet carried the unique sense of superiority that comes after succeeding.

"You've already succeeded a step before me; the deed is done, your original Yin is gone, and the rice is already cooked."

She paused for a beat, shaking her hand that held Nangong Ziyi twice, swinging her like a ragdoll on a swing.

"This time, just obediently leave the opportunity to me, your big sister."

Nangong Ziyi gritted her teeth, her peach blossom eyes spitting fire.

"In your dreams! I'll tell my aunt!"

Ji Ziyue laughed.

She pulled Nangong Ziyi three inches closer, her lips brushing against her ear, her breath hitting her earlobe, scorching hot, carrying the unique temperature of quasi-emperor spiritual power.

"Little sister, think about it carefully."

"This medicine, you stole it from your aunt."

Nangong Ziyi's body stiffened.

"Not only did you steal the medicine, but you also used the stolen medicine to sleep with the man your aunt has been obsessing over for hundreds of years."

Ji Ziyue's tongue slid across her lips, her Phoenix eyes curving into crescents.

"Do you dare go back and tell your aunt that the medicine was snatched by me?"

Nangong Ziyi's face turned deathly pale.

Nangong Waner's face instantly surfaced in her mind.

That face, which was seventy percent similar to her own, with peach blossom eyes holding a sickly obsession, a gentle smile hanging on the corners of her mouth, and a thorn whip held in her hand.

"Ziyi, Aunt has raised you since you were little, taught you to read, taught you to Cultivate, and taught you how to look at men."

"Is this how you repay Aunt?"

"Stealing Aunt's medicine, sleeping with Aunt's man?"

"Come here, Aunt won't hit you, Aunt just wants to have a nice chat with you."

Nangong Ziyi shivered.

Given Nangong Waner's temperament, if she found out about this, she would definitely hang her from the crossbeam of the Nangong Family ancestral hall, whip her from head to toe with the thorn whip, cry while holding her after finishing the whipping, and then whip her again after crying.

"I didn't steal it!"

Nangong Ziyi's voice weakened by three points, the fierce glint in her peach blossom eyes fading by more than half, replaced by guilt and panic.

Her mouth was still stubborn.

"I just accidentally took it! It was on Aunt's dressing table, and I thought it was spiritual ointment!"

Ji Ziyue giggled.

Her laughter was crisp, echoing in the valley, her Phoenix eyes curving into two crescents, the collar of her purple palace dress trembling with her laughter.

"Whether you took it accidentally or stole it, the item is in big sister's hands now anyway."

She released her grip on Nangong Ziyi's collar, letting her stand back in the stream.

Then she extended her right hand, her index finger hooking a strand of wet hair on Nangong Ziyi's chin and gently tucking it behind her ear.

The action was gentle, carrying the doting of an elder toward a Junior.

"Rest assured, little sister."

Ji Ziyue's Phoenix eyes held a smile, her voice light and soft, every word coated in honey.

"Once I, your big sister, find an opportunity to succeed, we will be good sisters on the same boat."

Her index finger slid down from behind Nangong Ziyi's ear and tapped her nose.

"If that doesn't work, the two of us will go together. I believe Senior Emperor Yun won't be able to hold out, he will fall for it! I guarantee our positions will be secure, and I will help you keep it from your aunt."

Nangong Ziyi stared at her, her peach blossom eyes full of unwillingness, but she couldn't say a single word of rebuttal.

She had been manipulated.

The handle of stealing the medicine was in the other person's hands; she didn't even have room to turn the tables.

Ji Ziyue no longer looked at her.

She turned around, facing the sea of clouds outside the valley, holding the pink jade bottle in her right hand, lifting it to her eyes for one last look.

Ji Ziyue closed her eyes.

Her Phoenix eyes rotated twice beneath her eyelids, spiritual power surged from her Dantian, traveling up along her Meridians, reaching deep into her spiritual sea.

The spiritual sea is the most core location for a Cultivator, more secretive than the Dantian, deeper than the Qi Sea; unless the person actively opens it, even Cultivators of the same Realm cannot use their Divine Sense to probe into it.

Her right hand's five fingers closed, gripping the jade bottle tightly.

Spatial Law condensed in her palm, Great Void Technique running to its limit, a silver light enveloping the jade bottle.

The jade bottle shrank in her palm, shrinking to the size of a grain of rice, then permeated into her lower abdomen, following the guidance of her spiritual power, sinking all the way into the deepest part of her spiritual sea.

The pink glimmer flashed in her spiritual sea, then sank into it, sealed layer by layer by the Spatial Law, completely hidden.

Ji Ziyue opened her eyes and let out a long breath.

Her Phoenix eyes regained their dignified and gentle expression, the curve of her mouth receding to a just-right smile.

She turned around, looking at Nangong Ziyi, who was still standing in the stream.

Nangong Ziyi bit her lip, her peach blossom eyes staring at Ji Ziyue's abdominal area, knowing full well that the medicine had already been hidden in a place she could not reach.

A quasi-emperor's spiritual sea.

Unless she killed Ji Ziyue, she would never be able to get it back in this lifetime; it was better to steal from her aunt, as Aunt would refine more anyway.