179: Chapter 179 The Exquisite Dance and Long, White Legs of the Ye Family's Fairies!

Lu Chen turned his head, pretending not to see Ye Lanxi's invitation to fight again.

At this moment, the rhythm of the immortal music suddenly changed.

The melodious sounds of strings and woodwinds quickened in tempo.

The lead Fairy, Ye Wanqing, raised her hand with a wave.

The white gauze dresses of the twelve Ye Family fairies shattered amidst a glow of spiritual light.

They didn't actually shatter; rather, with a surge of a technique, the outer layer of gauze transformed into scattering sparks of light, revealing thin purple gauze short skirts that had been prepared underneath.

The purple skirts were extremely short, barely covering the mid-thigh, and the hemlines were woven from spiritual silk so thin they were translucent.

There were no sashes at their waists, only a finger-wide golden cord that cinched their slender, willow-like waists.

As the drumbeats fell, the twelve women spun simultaneously.

The purple skirts flared out during the rotation, their hemlines flying above the waistline.

Twelve pairs of long, fair legs swung out from beneath the skirts; from ankle to knee to thigh, the lines were firm and smooth, shimmering with a delicate luster under the spiritual light.

Bare feet stepped upon the jade stage, and the spiritual bells on their ankles jingled.

Leading the rhythm, Ye Wanqing suddenly arched her waist, her entire upper body leaning back until it was almost parallel to the floor; the neckline of her purple skirt slipped down two inches, exposing a large area of skin below her collarbone to the spiritual light.

Her abdomen was flat and firm, and with the twisting of her waist, the muscles rippled and flowed beneath her skin.

Lu Chen's hand, which was holding a wine cup, paused for a moment.

Hmm?

On Ye Wanqing's lower abdomen, there were several golden lines.

They weren't ordinary spiritual runes; their shape was very peculiar. Two arcs met below the navel, forming a symmetrical pattern that, from a distance, looked like a large heart. There was one on the left and right, and an inverted one below!

The other fairies had them as well.

As the dance became increasingly intense and the purple skirts fluttered, mysterious purple Clan Markings began to surface on the snow-white skin in other places.

The lines spread from the sides of the waist to the abdomen, and from the shoulder blades to the collarbones. Every line pulsed with the drumbeats, flickering in and out of brightness.

The Bloodline Clan Markings of the Ancient Ye Family flowed across their fair skin, a mixture of wildness and allure.

Several fairies also had those golden heart-shaped markings appearing on their abdomens, standing out strikingly against the purple Clan Markings.

Lu Chen took a few more glances without letting his expression change.

These markings were the unique Sacred Body Bloodline markers of the Ye Family; those heart-shaped golden runes were symbols of the Ye Family's Bloodline Awakening.

But their Bloodlines were different—perhaps they could be called mutated. They weren't the mainstream lineage the Ye Family pursued; these women had long been trapped in a mire for their entire lives.

From this angle, looking at the Clan Markings indeed made it easy for Lu Chen's thoughts to wander.

However, according to Lu Chen's understanding, only those with mixed and impure Bloodlines would have such markings!

Only mixed-bloods needed Clan Markings to prove their lineage, whereas a king only needed to sit upon his throne!

They had special Clan Markings merely to prove they were of the Ye Family, infinitely approaching the orthodox Ye Family, but ultimately, they were not!

The drumbeats entered their most intense segment.

The twelve fairies split into two rows, weaving through each other. Every time they brushed past one another, it brought a gust of wind from their skirts; between the fluttering purple gauze, white legs interlaced in a dizzying display.

With Ye Wanqing in the lead, her gaze pierced through the spinning purple gauze and shot straight toward Lu Chen.

Her eyes shimmered under the spiritual light, her lips wearing a smile that was thirty percent shy and seventy percent bold.

When she danced to the point closest to Lu Chen, her waist gave a sudden twist, and she held her pose for a breath, her phoenix eyes locking onto Lu Chen's face with a direct stare.

She wasn't the only one.

Every one of the twelve fairies, the moment they spun to face the primary seat, would invariably fix their gaze on Lu Chen.

Some bit their lower lips, some had eyes like water, and some simply dispensed with shyness altogether, their eyes filled with naked admiration and longing.

This group of girls had completely stopped pretending. They knew who the guest was and what might happen tonight! They only wanted to escape the mire of the Ye Family!

Their Bloodlines had already awakened, but they could never be like Ye Qingxian in this lifetime!

Lu Chen picked up his wine cup and took a sip, thinking to himself: The fairies of the Ye Family are truly passionate and unrestrained, and their legs are really long.

And those heart-shaped golden Clan Markings—the place where they grew was truly something else.

“What does Emperor Yun think?”

Ye Lanxi's voice came via sound transmission.

She had already changed into a clean, deep purple long dress, and her hair was tied up again, restoring the dignified majesty a Ye Family Head should have.

In her hand, she held a spiritual jade wine flask; the body was entirely emerald green, emitting an extremely dense Spiritual Qi.

Million-year jade marrow spiritual wine.

Ye Lanxi leaned over and personally filled Lu Chen's cup.

The angle at which she tilted the flask forced her to lean her upper body to the side, causing the neckline of her deep purple dress to open slightly, and the curves beneath her collarbone flashed in the spiritual light.

The wine was as green as emerald, and as it fell into the cup, it made a tinkling sound.

Lu Chen took it and drained it in one gulp.

As the wine entered his throat, a gentle spiritual power spread from his Dantian to his entire body, making him squint his eyes in comfort.

“Good wine.”

“This is from my private million-year-old collection.”

Ye Lanxi filled another cup for him, her tone casual.

Her phoenix eyes moved from the wine cup to Lu Chen's profile, then followed his line of sight to the fairies spinning on the jade stage.

Lu Chen's gaze happened to be falling on Ye Wanqing's waist-twisting movements.

Ye Lanxi's eyelashes flickered.

She straightened up, her waist beneath the deep purple dress tightening slightly.

Unintentionally, the curves of her chest were pushed to a new height.

Holding the wine flask, she sat sideways to Lu Chen's right, one long leg naturally extending from the slit in her skirt and resting over the other leg.

This posture was more eye-catching than all twelve fairies on the stage combined.

“Emperor Yun has good taste.”

Ye Lanxi's transmission was such that only the two of them could hear.

“These are all fairies carefully selected by the Ye Family. Each has excellent foundations and the Ye Family Bloodline.”

She paused for a beat.

“If Emperor Yun likes them, I can arrange for a few to go to your sleeping quarters tonight to serve you, helping you massage your Meridians and refine the medicinal power in the spiritual wine.”

“Consider it an apology for my previous rudeness.”

Lu Chen's ears grew hot.

Good heavens, is the Ye Family's way of treating guests this aggressive?

His Dao Heart, which had just stabilized a bit, almost cracked again.

Images of Nangong Ziyi's actions on the Flying Boat flashed through his mind, followed by Yuan Miaoyu's methods on the prayer mat, and he felt a chill down his spine.

“That won't be necessary!”

Lu Chen waved his hand, his speaking speed thirty percent faster than usual.

“This Emperor cultivates the path of cleansing the heart and limiting desires. Drinking wine and watching the dance is enough.”

Ye Lanxi's phoenix eyes curved.

She pulled back, picked up her own wine cup, pressed her red lips to the rim, and took a shallow sip.

She laughed secretly to herself: Cleansing the heart and limiting desires? You were just staring at the heart-shaped Clan Marking on Ye Wanqing's belly for three breaths—you call that limiting desires?

However, she did not force the issue. No rush, take it slow.

“Very well.”

Ye Lanxi put down her wine cup, her tone returning to a serious one.

“Let's not talk about that. To business: regarding Qingxian's apprenticeship, the Ye Family wishes to formally organize a grand ceremony.”

Third Ancestor Ye Wuji spoke up from the left:

“It is the Ye Family's honor that Emperor Yun has accepted our direct descendant as a disciple. My intention is that the ceremony should not only be held, but held with great fanfare, with invitations sent out to all the powers in the Central State to witness it.”

Fifth Ancestor Su Yaoxian added:

“The apprenticeship ceremony is set for one month from now. At that time, all seven peaks of the Ye Family will be open to welcome guests with the highest specifications.”

Lu Chen nodded.

Ye Qingxian, listening from the side, had eyes that shone brightly. Her mouth was stuffed with a rib from an Ancient Azure Maned Ox as she mumbled:

“That's great! Then my Eldest Senior Sister and Second Senior Sister can come to see me become a disciple!”

Lu Chen tapped her forehead again.

“Don't talk while you're eating.”

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Late at night.

The banquet had ended.

Ye Cangsong personally led the way, escorting Lu Chen to the Supreme Guest Palace, where the Ye Family's Spiritual Qi was most concentrated.

The guest palace was built halfway up the third main peak, surrounded by spiritual springs, with a Spiritual Qi concentration a hundred times that of the outside world.

The spiritual jade bed was covered with Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm Silk bedding, and the pillow was carved from Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Wood. Lying on it, one's entire body was enveloped in gentle Spiritual Qi.

Lu Chen lay flat on his back, his hands behind his head.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, and the tinkling of the spiritual springs came from the distance.

He closed his eyes.

His mind was full of the scenes from earlier.

Purple skirts fluttering, white legs interlacing, willow waists twisting, and the golden heart-shaped Clan Markings flickering on the lower abdomens.

And that puff of warm air when Ye Lanxi leaned into his ear.

Lu Chen rolled over, buried his face in the pillow, and muttered in a muffled voice.

“The Human Realm is no less fragrant than the Immortal Realm.”

He rolled over again, gazing at the moon outside the window.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, extremely light footsteps sounded.

The footsteps stopped in front of his door.

There was no knocking, no sound.

Only a faint, ethereal fragrance drifted in through the crack of the door.

Lu Chen's nostrils twitched.

This scent... he was familiar with it.