168: Chapter 168 The Sacred Land of Clouds and Sky is Submerged; Disciple Ye Qingxian is Sent Back to the Ye Family!

The region controlled by the Ancient Ye Family.

The Vast Divine Mountain.

Looking from afar, seven main Peaks stretched endlessly, piercing straight into the clouds, with the highest Peak vanishing into the thunderclouds above the Nine Heavens.

The Spiritual Qi was so dense that it was visible to the naked eye.

Milky white spiritual mist overflowed from between the mountain ranges, gathering at the mountainsides into rivers of Spiritual Qi that flowed slowly around the mountain bodies.

Within the spiritual rivers, phantoms of true Dragons churned; their heads raised high, their tails sweeping across, each one hundreds of zhang long, their scales refracting blinding golden light under the sunlight.

Ye Qingxian stood at the prow of the Flying Boat, her hand resting on the railing, watching the Vast Divine Mountain drawing closer, her expression complex.

She had returned home.

Lu Chen stood three steps behind her, his hands clasped behind his back.

The wind blew from the front, lifting the hem of his Black Robe, and his long hair, tied with a wooden hairpin, swayed behind his head.

His gaze swept over the nine Dragon phantoms, then passed over the ancient city at the foot of the mountain covering ten thousand li, finally landing on the magnificent grand hall halfway up the main Peak.

"Quite the display."

Ye Qingxian turned her head, her large eyes filled with worry.

"Revered Master, it's not too late to turn back now."

"Why turn back?"

"Because..."

Ye Qingxian bit her lower lip, her gaze sliding down from Lu Chen's face, passing over his chest, passing over the sword-nurturing gourd at his waist, and finally resting on his waist.

Scenes flashed through her mind.

The image of Revered Master clutching his waist as he climbed up from the meditation cushion, grimacing in pain—a Great Emperor Peak drained for an entire night by Nangong Ziyi, walking with unsteady steps.

With this physical state, going to see her mother? What kind of person was her mother?

A Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor Peak, with a Major Achievement Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

Her Physical Body strength was unrivaled among the Quasi-Emperors of this era; one punch could collapse mountains and split the earth, one stomp could cause the ground to cave in.

What was even more fatal was that her mother was beautiful.

Not just ordinarily beautiful, but the kind of beauty that made all men's legs go weak when she stood in a crowd; with a fiery figure, a sharp Aura, and one sweep of her Phoenix eyes, even old Quasi-Emperor monsters would have to lower their heads.

Ye Qingxian recalled rumors about her mother; there had once been a Quasi-Emperor Prodigy in the Ye Family who said he wanted to marry her mother as a second wife.

Her mother had smiled and invited him into the hall for tea, and afterwards, he was carried out.

All three of his legs were broken.

Ye Qingxian stared at Lu Chen with her large, watery eyes.

"Revered Master, my mother, she... she wants to fight whenever she sees a good-looking expert, and you are a Great Emperor, and so handsome..."

"Be careful not to get your face disfigured."

"Don't worry, Little Disciple won't."

"Alright, Revered Master, actually I'm afraid you're too charming! And will stir up some little thoughts in my mother!"

Ye Qingxian blushed.

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of thoughts?"

"Just those kinds of thoughts!"

She clutched her skirt, rubbing her toes on the deck.

"Revered Master, you don't know, my mother has been a widow for many years. My father died early, and she single-handedly supported the Ye Family. On the surface, she has an iron-blooded style and fears no one, but..."

She leaned in half a step, lowering her voice to a level only the two of them could hear.

"But she hides so many storybooks in her room."

Lu Chen's brows twitched.

"What kind of storybooks?"

Ye Qingxian's voice was as thin as the wind from a mosquito's wing.

"Just those kinds of storybooks about female Family heads and down-and-out Sword Cultivators, or about Empresses and young monks, and noble young misses from great families traveling..."

"I only peeked at one, flipped through a page or two, didn't read much, really."

Lu Chen reached out, pressed down on Ye Qingxian's head, and pushed her head back.

"Your Revered Master is a Great Emperor Peak."

His voice was unhurried, revealing an iron-like certainty.

"Not a down-and-out Sword Cultivator, nor a young monk."

The Flying Boat had approached the outer perimeter of the Ye Family's protective Formation.

Lu Chen did not slow down, nor did he present a visiting card.

The Ancient Ye Family's protective Formation was an emperor grade Formation, with layers of Formation patterns spreading across the earth, spiritual light flowing and shrouding the entire Vast Divine Mountain within.

A Formation of this level, placed before any power in the Central Plains, would be an impassable copper wall and iron bastion.

Lu Chen stepped onto the prow.

The might of a Great Emperor poured out.

It was not a tentative release, but a dignified, all-crushing, full-powered display of Great Emperor Peak might.

"Lu Chen of Yunxiao Holy Land, escorting my disciple Ye Qingxian back to the Ye Family!"

The voice was not loud, even arguably calm.

But these words, wrapped in the might of a Great Emperor, pierced through the nine layers of the Ye Family's protective Formation, smashing into every inch of the Vast Divine Mountain's soil and pouring into the ears of every Ye Family Cultivator.

The seven main Peaks of the Ye Family shook simultaneously.

Rocks fell with a rustling sound, the rivers of Spiritual Qi churned, and those nine Dragon phantoms lowered their heads in unison before the might of the Great Emperor.

The Dragons dared not roar.

Inside a cultivation room on the main Peak, an Elder of the Ye Family in seclusion opened his eyes, his blood and Qi surging, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the spiritual jade table in front of him.

"The might of a Great Emperor!"

The second Peak, the third Peak, the fourth Peak...

Over a dozen Elders of the Ye Family broke out of seclusion almost simultaneously, their figures surging as they rushed to the tops of their respective Peaks.

The Supreme Realm Elder Ye Cangsong was the first to react, his old face turning livid, his spiritual power protecting his body as he looked up at the uninvited Flying Boat in the high sky.

Ye Qingxian shrank behind Lu Chen, covering her face with both hands and peeking out through her fingers.

It's over, it's over, it's over; Revered Master has offended the entire Ye Family.

A voice came from deep within the main hall.

Unhurried and calm, carrying dignity within its coldness, and wrapped within that dignity was an indescribable laziness.

The voice cut through the mountain wind between the seven main Peaks, overpowering the angry shouts of all the Elders, the roars of the Dragons, and the humming of the Formation, clearly delivering itself into everyone's ears.

"An honored guest has arrived, do not be rude."

The movements of all the Elders froze simultaneously.

The voice continued, the tone rising slightly, the ending elongated by a beat, as if containing a smile.

"Emperor Yun's esteemed arrival makes my Ye Family shine with brilliance."

The doors of the Heaven-Reaching Hall opened silently.

A figure stepped out into the air.

A purple Phoenix robe, with golden Phoenix patterns spreading from the shoulders to the cuffs, every thread shimmering with a light purple halo under the sunlight.

The cut of the Phoenix robe clung tightly to her body, narrowing extremely from shoulders to waist, and suddenly flaring out below the waistline, the curve of her hips filling out the skirt.

Her legs were very long; with every step she took, a flash of snow-white skin appeared through the high slit of the Phoenix robe, extending from above the knee to a place unseen.

Her black hair was not tied up, flowing behind her, the ends drifting with the wind, with a few strands falling from her shoulders to rest on her jade-carved collarbones.

Ye Lanxi.

The Aura of a Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor Peak was fully unleashed, and the spiritual patterns of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body faintly emerged on her exposed hands and neck, with golden lines flowing beneath her skin.

She hovered in mid-air, level with Lu Chen's Flying Boat, her Phoenix eyes locked straight onto the Black Robe figure at the prow.

Her gaze slid down from his face, passing over his broad shoulders, his chest, his narrow waist, his long legs, and then returned to his face.

From head to toe, she looked him over completely.

That look was not the look of someone observing a Great Emperor.

Lu Chen felt a chill down his spine.

His eyes met Ye Lanxi's Phoenix eyes in mid-air.

The light flashing in those Phoenix eyes made him feel a bit afraid; it was full of excitement and the desire to fight!

Lu Chen's heart suddenly felt uneasy, and he complained inwardly.

"She wouldn't really be a battle maniac, would she? She wouldn't like to get beaten because she's never been beaten before, would she?"