177: Chapter 177 Emperor Yun truly lives up to his reputation; his strength is unfathomable! [Bonus Chapter! Brother Yun, I love you!]

Third Ancestor Ye Wuji stepped forward with a bitter smile.

"Emperor Lu possesses vast Divine Abilities; Lanxi is wholeheartedly convinced of her defeat."

Third Ancestor Ye Wuji cupped his hands, lowering his posture significantly, his tone sincere yet carrying a hint of helplessness.

"Since the spar has concluded, please withdraw your Magic Treasure and leave the Ye family some face."

When he said the word "face," his eyes involuntarily swept over the bound Ye Lanxi before quickly looking away.

Fifth Ancestor Su Yaoxian stood beside Third Ancestor Ye Wuji, expressionless, but the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

Just then, a streak of green light flashed through the Void Realm at extreme speed.

The green light landed, transforming into a tall figure.

Ye Qingluan.

Her long hair was tied high, wearing black silk soft armor that clung to her figure; the Qingluan tail feather divine pattern on her brow shimmered in the sunlight.

Her Phoenix eyes swept across the scene in the air, her pupils constricting.

"Sister, I just got back; why did you start fighting with Emperor Yun?"

Ye Qingluan stepped through the air in a few strides and reached out to support Ye Lanxi.

Ye Lanxi's body was still trembling slightly, not from cold, but from the blood-Qi disorder after seventy percent of her Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was sealed, and the lingering effects of those memories from the illusion Formation.

Ye Qingluan didn't ask much.

She took a clean cloak from her Storage Pouch, draped it over Ye Lanxi's shoulders, then knelt down to tuck Ye Lanxi's messy hair behind her ears, smoothing it strand by strand.

"Your hair is messy, let me fix it for you."

Ye Qingluan's movements were gentle, but her Phoenix eyes swept toward Lu Chen standing nearby, her gaze containing thirty percent resentment and seventy percent flattery.

Her Revered Master had beaten her sister like this; caught in the middle, she was in a difficult position.

Seeing Third Ancestor Ye Wuji and Fifth Ancestor Su Yaoxian speak up, Lu Chen knew the bridge had been built.

If this continued, it wouldn't be a spar anymore, but a feud.

He pointed a finger.

The immortal binding rope emitted a clear hum, its golden light contracting as it turned into a streak of light, flying back into his sleeve and disappearing.

Ye Lanxi took a deep breath.

The moment her blood-Qi surged back, the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body began to repair itself.

The scars on the web of her thumb healed, the disorder in her Meridians calmed, and the physical strength overextended during the battle recovered at a visible rate.

Ye Qingluan finished smoothing the last strand of hair and fastened the cloak's tie in front of her collarbone, covering the patch of snowy white exposed by the crooked collar of her battle robes.

Ye Lanxi stood up straight.

Her Phoenix eyes swept over the battle robes she was wearing.

The waistband was straight, but the way it was tied was wrong—it had been wrapped half a turn extra; this was a man's way of tying a belt, not a woman's.

The buckles of the shoulder armor were fastened very tightly, so tight they left a faint red mark, but the position was off by half an inch; clearly, the person fastening them had trembling hands.

He was the one who dressed her in the illusion Formation.

The tips of Ye Lanxi's ears burned again.

She remembered; she remembered every single image in the illusion Formation.

She had mistaken him for her late husband; she took off her clothes, she embraced him, she clamped his head with her legs, and she called him husband.

Ye Lanxi's throat bobbed slightly.

There was shame and indignation.

To lose her senses completely because of a measly Formation; while the Physical Body defense of the Great Success Ancient Sacred Body was impeccable from the front, the Divine Soul was the biggest weakness of a Body Cultivator.

She had stumbled at her weakest point.

There was also unwillingness.

She was a Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor at the Peak, a Great Success Ancient Sacred Body; yet before she could fully display her Heavenly Emperor Fist, Ancient Desolate Battle Heaven Art, or any of her Nine Saint Body Phenomena, she was beaten so badly by a finger, a sword, and a Formation that she almost lost even her undergarments.

But more than that, it was a shock that welled up from her very bones, something she had never experienced before.

She knew her own strength very well.

With a Great Success Ancient Sacred Body, she had achieved physical sanctity; her close-quarters combat was unparalleled among her peers, and even facing a Great Emperor, she could rely on her Physical Body advantages to entangle them for a long time.

But that was on the premise that the opponent was an ordinary Great Emperor.

In this era where Great Emperors did not appear, those who could become one were undoubtedly the top Prodigies among top Prodigies.

The lineage of Great Emperors had been severed for ten thousand years; Lu Chen was the only new emperor in tens of thousands of years.

She couldn't win; a Great Success Ancient Sacred Body wasn't enough, and even a Transcendental Great Success Ancient Desolate Saint Body probably wouldn't be enough.

Thinking of this, Ye Lanxi's gaze unconsciously drifted down half an inch, landing on the area covered by the cloak on her chest, before quickly moving away.

Well, they are quite big.

Those Medicinal Pills weren't eaten in vain.

But her Physique still needed to continue breaking through; if Major Achievement wasn't enough, then Transcendental Major Achievement.

Ye Lanxi took a deep breath; her delicate body under the cloak gave one last slight tremble before returning to calm.

She raised her head, the shame and unwillingness in her Phoenix eyes fading layer by layer, replaced by the majesty and composure befitting the head of the Ye family.

She looked at Lu Chen.

From thirty zhang away, he stood with his hands behind his back, his Black Robe unwrinkled, his long hair bound by a wooden hairpin; his whole person exuded a relaxed air, as if he still had the energy to go fishing after a fight.

Ye Lanxi's red lips slowly curled up.

Not coldly, but charmingly.

"Emperor Yun indeed lives up to his reputation; your strength is unfathomable."

She spoke, her voice regaining the low, magnetic quality unique to mature women, each word coming from her chest, unhurried.

She paused for a beat.

The light in her Phoenix eyes brightened by thirty percent, and the curve of her red lips rose another degree.

"Not only are your Divine Abilities vast, but even your physical fitness is very strong... very fierce."

When she said the word "fierce," the tip of her tongue lightly curled against the inside of her teeth, and the end of her voice lowered half a pitch, carrying a sense of savoring and recollection.

"I admit my inferiority."

Ye Lanxi narrowed her Phoenix eyes, her gaze sliding from Lu Chen's face to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his waist, and then back to his face.

"You wouldn't happen to be a dual cultivator of both body and Spells, would you?"

Everyone present heard this sentence.

Ye Qingluan stood behind Ye Lanxi, her Phoenix eyes wide and round, momentarily unsure of how to respond.

Lu Chen was stunned.

He opened his mouth, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

No matter how one heard it, this didn't sound like she was praising his high cultivation.

Instead, it sounded like she was reminiscing about the sensation of that close-quarters entanglement in the illusion Formation.

Images of Ye Lanxi clamping his head with her legs flashed through his mind, followed by the sensation of his fingers touching near her collarbone while dressing her.

Lu Chen coughed dryly, forcing the expression on his face back on track.

"I primarily cultivate Spells and concurrently study the Dao."

His voice tried to maintain a casual tone.

"Alchemy, Formations, Body Cultivator techniques, and the Path of the Divine Soul... I have a slight involvement in all of them."

Ye Lanxi's Phoenix eyes curved, her smile deepening.

"A slight involvement?"

She emphasized the words "slight involvement," the tip of her tongue lightly touching the roof of her mouth.

"Then that Formation just now being so powerful was also just 'slight involvement'?"

The tips of Lu Chen's ears grew hot.

"That was a normal defensive reaction."

"Mhm, a very thorough defense."

Ye Lanxi nodded, the smile in her Phoenix eyes becoming irrepressible, but she didn't continue further.

Knowing when to push and when to pull.

She was the head of the Ye family, not a common shrew.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

A sound of clapping came from the Flying Boat deck below.

Ye Qingxian jumped up, her hands clapping loudly.

"Mother! You lost, didn't you!"

Her voice echoed through the Seven Peaks, crisp to the point of being ear-piercing.

"I told you Revered Master was super amazing! Look at how you were tied up! You'll agree to let me become his disciple now, right?"

The corner of Ye Lanxi's mouth twitched.

Ye Qingluan stood behind Ye Lanxi, her Phoenix eyes darting around as she chimed in:

"Sister, Emperor Yun's strength is indeed impeccable; Qingxian won't lose out by following him."

Ye Lanxi didn't speak.

She lowered her eyelids, something flashing in her Phoenix eyes before being quickly suppressed.

She muttered to herself, he really is quite impressive.

The leg strength of my Great Success Ancient Sacred Body actually didn't crush his head.

This physical fitness...