175: Chapter 175 Ye Lanxi's headlock attack! Lu Chen almost suffocated between his legs.

"Don't go... don't leave again this time..."

Ye Lanxi's arms wrapped around Lu Chen's neck, her entire body hanging off him.

Every inch of her figure, tempered by the Major Achievement Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, was tight and full; between the curves from her waist to her hips, golden spiritual runes flickered beneath her skin.

Below her collarbone, an astonishing rise and fall surged from the gaps in that thin veil, the soft sensation pressing firmly against Lu Chen's Black Robe.

Her legs were very long.

So long that when one leg hooked around Lu Chen's waist, the curve from her knee to her inner thigh locked his waist tight, her ankles crossing and tightening at the small of his back.

Lu Chen's body stiffened for half a breath.

This was no Pseudo-Emperor family head; this was clearly a python spirit that had attained human form.

Ye Lanxi's face was buried in the crook of his neck, the tip of her nose rubbing against the side of his throat.

Her breath was scorching, puffing onto his skin one breath at a time, carrying the faint scent of sweat unique to after a battle, mixed with the delicate fragrance emitted by the spiritual runes of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

It was sweet.

Not a floral scent, not powder, but the scent from within the bones, warmed by the body temperature of a mature woman.

Lu Chen's Adam's apple bobbed.

Heart-Clearing Incantation, Heart-Clearing Incantation.

The heart is clear like water, clear water is the heart.

No breeze rises, the waves are calm...

...

Ye Lanxi's hands began to move restlessly.

Her right hand slid down from the back of Lu Chen's neck, her five fingers splayed, stroking down his back.

Her fingertips slowly moved down along the muscle texture on both sides of his spine, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, carrying an instinctive, unconscious greed.

From the shoulder blades to the waist.

Then from the waist back up, her fingertips hooked the edge of Lu Chen's Black Robe collar and pulled down.

The fabric of Lu Chen's dharma robe made a slight tearing sound.

"Husband!"

Ye Lanxi's eyes were closed, indicating she was still immersed in the Entrapment Formation; her voice was extremely raspy, wrapped in hundreds of years of loneliness and longing.

"Why did you change your clothes? The quality is so good... I'll help you take them off..."

Lu Chen felt his skin crawl.

He tried to pry away Ye Lanxi's arms wrapped around his neck, but even at thirty percent strength, the physical foundation of a Major Achievement Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was right there.

Every muscle and every bone of this woman was the pinnacle of thousands of years of bitter cultivation; her brute strength was still absurdly high.

He couldn't budge her.

Ye Lanxi's left hand also joined the fray.

Her five fingers reached from his waist under the hem of his Black Robe; her cool, smooth hand was like a small snake, wandering over his body.

The moment her fingers touched the skin of Lu Chen's abdomen, his abdominal muscles tensed uncontrollably.

Having just been double-teamed by Nangong Ziyi and Yuan Miaoyu one after the other, his entire body was now incredibly sensitive.

Ye Lanxi's burning body pressed tightly against his chest; that incredible softness and elasticity squeezed through the gaps of the two thin layers of cloth, grinding with the rise and fall of her breath.

Her long legs were still wrapped around his waist, the skin temperature of her inner thighs scorching hot.

Lu Chen's lower abdomen tightened, and an irrepressible heat surged from his Dantian.

This was a disaster; his body was no longer listening to him.

He was on the seventh repetition of the Heart-Clearing Incantation, but he couldn't take in a single word.

"Husband, I've missed you so much all these years!"

Ye Lanxi tilted her face up.

Tear stains still hung on her cheeks, her phoenix eyes were blurred, and her pupils reflected the sky full of peach blossoms and Lu Chen's face.

"Hold me tight, take me hard..."

She closed her eyes.

Her red lips took the initiative to approach, aiming for Lu Chen's mouth.

Lu Chen desperately turned his head.

Her lips brushed past his jawline, the moist, soft sensation leaving a burning trail on his chin.

Ye Lanxi did not open her eyes; her red lips pursued him relentlessly.

When Lu Chen's head tilted left, she followed to the left.

When it tilted right, she followed to the right.

The tip of her nose rubbed against his cheek, every breath so hot it was maddening, her lips leaving a series of damp marks on his face.

Only one thought remained in Lu Chen's mind.

If Ye Qingxian found out...

That image flashed by.

Her own mother, for heaven's sake!

Lu Chen's face turned green.

"Holy crap! What a disaster!"

He wanted to push Ye Lanxi away, but the moment his hands touched her shoulders, the feeling was wrong.

The straps of her Inner Armor had completely slipped off during the struggle just now, and his palms pressed directly onto Ye Lanxi's bare shoulders.

The skin was smooth and oily, the sweat slightly cool, and the Ancient Desolate spiritual runes pulsed under his palms.

Lu Chen's hands snapped back, faster than if he had touched Nanming Li Fire.

Ye Lanxi, however, seized this gap.

Her phoenix eyes snapped open, the pink desire in her pupils intense to the extreme.

She hadn't found his lips; her "husband" was avoiding her.

Avoiding her?

The tenderness in her phoenix eyes shattered in an instant, replaced by a paranoia that made a chill run down Lu Chen's spine.

Ye Lanxi lunged.

She released her arms from around Lu Chen's neck, propped her hands on his shoulders, and flipped herself on top of him.

The movement was crisp and agile, carrying the battle instincts of a Major Achievement Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

Ye Lanxi's long, jade-like legs straddled him, locking onto both sides of Lu Chen's waist and hips, her knees pressing against the tree trunk.

Her inner thighs clamped shut.

Lu Chen was locked tight between the tree trunk and Ye Lanxi.

"Don't you dare think of leaving me again!"

Her voice was raspy, carrying a hysterical sob and an undeniable dominance.

Lu Chen struggled, but surprisingly, he couldn't move.

With the physical foundation of a Major Achievement Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, those long legs, tempered for thousands of years, still possessed a terrifying clamping force capable of shattering the Void Realm.

Lu Chen wanted to use spiritual energy to force her off, but he was afraid of hurting her.

In the moment of hesitation, Ye Lanxi's body changed again.

Her center of gravity leaned forward, her hands propped on Lu Chen's shoulders as she pressed her whole body down.

The next move was so fast Lu Chen didn't even have time to react.

Ye Lanxi's legs released from his waist and quickly moved up, her long thighs closing from both sides, directly clamping onto Lu Chen's head.

Left leg from the left, right leg from the right.

Her legs crossed and locked tight.

Lu Chen's entire head was trapped between Ye Lanxi's thighs.

The leg strength of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body showed the most terrifying side of a Body Cultivator at this moment; the muscles of her inner thighs contracted, golden spiritual runes flashed wildly beneath the skin, and the locking technique was seamless.

Lu Chen's temples were pressed by the soft and burning thigh flesh, and his eardrums were filled with the sound of blood rushing through Ye Lanxi's thighs.

Then, the scent came.

The delicate fragrance between her legs, mixed with the unique warm breath of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body's spiritual runes, drifted into Lu Chen's nose from an extremely close distance.

A rich, damp feminine scent.

His gaze involuntarily shifted up half an inch.

He saw it.

Ye Lanxi's only remaining pair of Panties, form-fitting white silk, had already been soaked through at the base of her legs by a dark patch of sweat.

Both of them were now completely drenched.

The sweat stains on Ye Lanxi's remaining Panties spread from the center to the sides, soaking the white silk until it was semi-transparent.

It wasn't that Lu Chen wanted to look.

It was just that at this distance and angle, he couldn't help but look.

Ye Lanxi's legs were too long, wrapping his head in an airtight space.

Lu Chen desperately tilted his head back, but the back of his head was locked by her crossed calves, and his neck could not move.

"Let go!"

His shout was muffled between Ye Lanxi's legs, the vibration conducting onto the skin of her inner thighs.

Ye Lanxi's body trembled, her legs clamping even tighter; like the Judo from his past life, she grabbed one of his hands to lock him down!

It was somewhat similar to the Triangle Choke from the combat sports Lu Chen practiced in his past life, but the main part was performed with the legs!

Ye Lanxi's free hand began to reach down.

Her five fingers moved down from Lu Chen's neck, reaching the collar, and began to tear at his Black Robe.

At the final line of defense, Lu Chen no longer hesitated.

With a thought from his Divine Sense, his will reached deep into his Sea of Consciousness.

A golden light shot out from Lu Chen's sleeve.

The golden light exploded amidst the rain of peach blossoms, so dazzling it was blinding.

The immortal binding rope.

The golden rope had extremely high intelligence; it didn't need the user to control it and locked onto the target on its own.

It transformed into a golden spiritual snake in mid-air, wrapping around Ye Lanxi's body with incredible speed.

The first loop went around her shoulders, crossed behind her back, tightened across her chest, and pinned her arms to her sides.

The second loop went around her waist, through her legs, back to her lower back, and locked her legs together.

Third loop, fourth loop, fifth loop...

The golden rope wrapped in layers in an extremely precise manner, each strand perfectly catching the limits of her joint movement range.

Ye Lanxi's legs, which were locking Lu Chen's head, were forced open, and Lu Chen's head popped out from that suffocating softness.

He stood up disheveled, panting heavily, his face red all the way to his neck.

It wasn't from embarrassment; it was from being smothered.

"That leg strength is really something; I almost suffocated!"

Looking up, Ye Lanxi had been tied by the immortal binding rope into a standard Tortoise Shell Binding posture.

The golden rope wound down from her shoulders and crossed over her chest, squeezing her already astonishing curves into an even more exaggerated shape.

The knot at her waist was perfectly positioned at the small of her back, highlighting the fleshiness of her slender waist.

Her legs were forced together and bent, her knees pressed against her chest, and her whole body was suspended in mid-air by the golden rope.

Ye Lanxi hung in the peach blossom rain, her phoenix eyes blurred, still murmuring.

"Husband! Why are you tying me up! Do you like it like this... After all these years, you've changed, but I like it!"

Lu Chen thought to himself that things were looking bad:

"I originally intended to use this Formation to temper her Dao Heart, but I didn't expect it to grind her Dao Heart to pieces; it might even birth a Heart Demon. It’s actually my own Dao Heart that’s firm!"

Lu Chen leaned against the peach tree, rested for three breaths, and raised his right hand to wipe the liquid from his face.

After the struggle just now, his face was covered in sweat! Not just his, but Ye Lanxi's as well!

The moment his palm touched his cheek, that lingering fragrance between his nose surged up again.

He snapped his hand down.

"Close the Formation! Now! Immediately! I want to shut down this damn Formation!"

But Lu Chen paused; if the illusion was dispelled...

That meant Ye Lanxi would wake up.

After waking up, she would find herself tied in a Tortoise Shell Binding, with only a layer of transparent Inner Armor left on her body, suspended in mid-air, standing before her daughter's Revered Master.

And outside, two Emperor-level Old Ancestors and over a dozen Elders were waiting.

And Ye Qingxian.

Lu Chen's hand stopped in mid-air, the urgent expression on his face freezing.

Peach petals in the illusion fell on his shoulders, and Ye Lanxi, on the golden rope, was still murmuring "Husband."

He slowly closed his eyes.

"...Did I... just dig a hole for myself as well?"

"Whatever, I have to get her dressed first!"