166: Chapter 166 My Mother Possesses the Ancient Sacred Body, and a Great Perfection Sacred Body at that! [Bonus Chapter]

Three pots of tea had been finished.

Lu Chen set down his cup, withdrawing his gaze from the sea of clouds and letting it rest on the deck.

The quiet environment made one want to 'take flight.'

Since entering the Central Region, he had 'taken flight' for countless nights. The pleasure of Dual Cultivation was simply soul-stirring, making one unable to stop, feeling as if they were ascending to immortality.

It was even better than when he was a corporate slave in his past life and occasionally got a weekend off!

In one month, he had been drugged three times and lost countless 'little Lu Chens'; his waist was nearly ruined.

The women of the Central Region were each like human pile drivers and earth rammers.

Lu Chen's gaze shifted downward, landing on Ye Qingxian, who was cultivating on a soft cushion.

The girl had just been caught red-handed trying to steal a kiss and was currently being properly disciplined. Although she was half-aggrieved and half-defiant, she still had to Cultivate obediently.

Lu Chen spoke.

“Disciple.”

Ye Qingxian gave a muffled “mm” in response.

“How long has it been since you snuck out of the Ye Family?”

Ye Qingxian's eyes darted around.

“Not long...”

“How long is 'not long'?”

“Just over five months.”

Her voice grew smaller and smaller, until the last few words were as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Lu Chen nodded.

Five months. The direct daughter of the Ancient Ye Family, the apple of the Ye Family Old Ancestor's eye, a little girl at the Early Stage of the Xiantai Realm, had snuck out to be a street wanderer, roaming all over the Central Region.

Then she was picked up by him on the road to be his disciple, followed him to the Jiang Family, crashed the Alchemy Convention, and snuck into Yaochi.

Lu Chen lowered his head, his eyes half-closed, looking at Ye Qingxian.

The morning light shone from behind him, casting his shadow over Ye Qingxian. He reached out, pinching her chin with his fingertips and gently tilting it up slightly.

Ye Qingxian's large eyes were forced to meet his gaze, her pupils reflecting his backlit face.

Lu Chen's thumb rubbed against her chin with very light pressure, his fingertip brushing against a small patch of skin at the edge of her lower lip.

Ye Qingxian's breath hitched for a beat.

“No injuries, and your face has filled out; I can report back now! Disciple.”

Lu Chen's voice was leisurely, carrying the earnest tone characteristic of an elder.

“You've been away from the Ye Family for so long; your mother must be very worried.”

“To avoid being labeled with the crime of 'abducting an underage Ancient Desolate Divine Maiden,' Revered Master must first take you home before taking you out to wander the streets again.”

Ye Qingxian sprang up.

“I'm not going back!”

She shook her head like a rattle-drum, her long hair swaying back and forth.

“Revered Master, you don't know! My mother is so strict with me! Last time, I just snuck a Saint Grade Medicinal Pill she refined, and she chased me around to beat me!”

Her large eyes widened, her voice urgent and fast.

“If I go back, I'll definitely be grounded! I might even get my butt spanked! I'm already in the Xiantai Realm and I'd still get spanked! Do you know how embarrassing that is?!”

The corner of Lu Chen's mouth twitched.

A Xiantai Realm expert getting spanked—the mental image was indeed a bit too vivid, but he didn't believe it.

Seeing that Lu Chen wasn't moved, Ye Qingxian's eyes rolled as she lunged forward.

Both her hands gripped Lu Chen's right thigh, her whole body hanging off it. With her face pressed against the side of his knee, she looked up, her large eyes brimming with tears.

“Revered Master! My dear Revered Master!”

She drew out her words, her voice rising at the end in a sticky, fully-fledged pout.

“Let's just go straight back to your Yunxiao Holy Land! I'm not afraid of your Senior Sister's strictness! I can get along with them just fine!”

“I didn't make it to Revered Master's Disciple Recruitment Ceremony last time, so I prepared a gift for Senior Sister. It's a Saint Pill I stole from my mother! I think it's called the Ten-Thousand-Year Heavenly Spirit Melon Breast Enhancement Pill!”

Lu Chen was speechless. “So you were beaten for stealing that kind of pill. No wonder!”

She rubbed against his knee, the soft flesh of her cheeks squished together as her watery eyes looked up.

“I can do anything! Doing laundry, brewing tea, massaging your legs, warming your bed—no, I mean, making Revered Master's bed!”

Lu Chen shuddered.

“No.”

His tone was resolute.

“If you go back to the Yunxiao Holy Land now, you won't be 'getting along' with them; you'll be 'getting beaten' by them.”

He pried Ye Qingxian off his leg, gripped her waist with both hands, and placed her back on the cushion.

When his fingertips touched her waist, even through the fabric, he could feel the girl's slender waist and soft touch.

Lu Chen's hands lingered for half a breath before he quickly withdrew them.

“We must go to the Ye Family first.”

His voice deepened, regaining the dignity of a mentor.

“Your cultivation at the Early Stage of the Xiantai Realm is indeed decent, but you lack experience. Have you forgotten the lesson of being swept away by Yuan Miaoyu's sleeve during the Yaochi Great Competition?”

He raised his index finger in front of Ye Qingxian.

“I'll take you back to greet your mother and clear things up, and then I'll take you out for some real experience!”

Ye Qingxian hung her head, her lips pouting, her whole face written with resistance.

Silence lasted for five breaths.

She looked up, her eyes darting around, and the grievance on her face suddenly turned into a meaningful smile.

“Revered Master, you'd better think this through.”

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow.

Ye Qingxian sat cross-legged, hands propped on her knees, chin slightly raised, her peach blossom eyes sparkling with a look that said, 'I'm about to scare you.'

“My father died long ago, so my mother is the head of the Ye Family now. I'm her only precious daughter, and she dotes on me to death. Do you think she'll just hand me over to you so easily?”

Lu Chen leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the armrest, his expression unchanged.

Ye Qingxian leaned in closer, her voice lowering.

“My mother, Ye Lanxi, is a Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor Peak.”

She held up one finger and waved it in front of Lu Chen.

“Nine-Turn.”

She raised a second finger.

“Quasi-Emperor.”

Third finger.

“Peak.”

She paused for a beat, tilting her head to watch Lu Chen's reaction.

The rhythm of Lu Chen's fingers on the armrest didn't change. His heart was full of disdain: A mere Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor Peak? Did she really think no one dared to strike her, or that no one could?

Ye Qingxian bit her lower lip and brought out her final trump card.

“And!”

She emphasized her tone, her large eyes wide.

“My mother possesses the legendary Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, and it's even at Major Achievement!”

“Revered Master should know the weight of that! A Great Success Ancient Sacred Body can challenge a Great Emperor! There's even an ancient saying: 'When the Human Race has no Great Emperor, the Nine Holy Bodies shall battle the heavens!'”

She spread her hands, wearing a 'see for yourself' expression.

“Revered Master, although you are a Great Emperor, you'll definitely be given a hard time by my mother if you go to the Ye Family! With the Physical Body strength of a Great Success Ancient Sacred Body, even you won't be able to take her down easily!”

“You might not even be able to beat her! Revered Master, you wouldn't want to be a Great Emperor stepped on by my mother, right?”

“My mother loves stepping on those stronger than her the most. Revered Master, you're so handsome and the only new Great Emperor in over eighty thousand years! She'll definitely want to step on you!”

After finishing, Ye Qingxian crossed her arms with a smug look that said, 'Well, are you scared now?'

The corner of Lu Chen's mouth slowly curled up slightly.

He reached out and ruffled Ye Qingxian's head with moderate force, turning her carefully groomed hairstyle into a bird's nest.

“Disciple.”

Ye Qingxian clutched her messy hair and glared at him.

Lu Chen stood up, hands behind his back, and walked to the edge of the deck.

The wind rushed from the bow, lifting the hem of his robes and a few loose strands of long hair.

He turned his head, eyes half-open and half-closed, a nonchalant curve hanging on his lips.

“Then I must go to the Ye Family.”

Ye Qingxian was stunned.

“Revered Master, are you crazy? I already told you how difficult my mother is...”

Lu Chen didn't look back.

The wind carried his voice back, lazy yet filled with the nonchalant certainty unique to a Great Emperor Peak.

“A Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor Peak and a Great Success Ancient Sacred Body, huh?”

...

Meanwhile, in front of the mountain gate of the Ancient Ji Family, Ji Ziyue's purple palace dress fluttered in the wind.

Her right hand inadvertently pressed against her lower abdomen; deep within her spiritual sea, that pink jade bottle rested quietly.

Her phoenix eyes looked at the 'Ji' character on the clan emblem above the mountain gate, her lips curving upward.

“Ling'er, Auntie is here. How could you like a man, especially Emperor Yun? You should just like Auntie instead!”

“Emperor Yun's cultivation is too vast and his power too deep; you won't be able to handle him. It has to be me!”