180: Chapter 180 Little Mount Ye Qingluan Launches a Night Raid!

Moonlight passed through the Spiritual Jade Window Lattice and fell onto the floor tiles, cutting out a square of silver-white.

The guest hall was extremely quiet.

The Millennium Ice Silkworm Silk Mattress pressed against his skin, and gentle Spiritual Qi seeped out from the pillow, flowing slowly into his body along his Meridians.

Lu Chen lay on his back, his right hand resting on his forehead and his left hand on his abdomen, his eyes half-open and half-closed.

The aftereffects of the Jade Marrow Spiritual Wine were kicking in.

It wasn't drunkenness; a Great Emperor Peak could not be knocked out by alcohol.

It was that perfect state of being slightly tipsy, where the strings in his mind relaxed a bit and his usual vigilance slackened by thirty percent.

He stared at the spiritual jade dome above him, his mind filled with recent events.

Sending his disciple home, fighting with his disciple's mother, pinning her to the ground and rubbing it in, then almost having the tables turned on him by her.

Then he thought of the Yunxiao Holy Land.

The Yunxiao Holy Land was too cold and desolate.

That old man Senior Brother, Mo Wentian, bothered him every day with trivial matters, but aside from those, everyone in the entire Holy Land kept a respectful distance from him.

After all, he was a Great Emperor Old Ancestor; who would dare to approach?

The Central Plains were different; the people here weren't afraid of him because the power sleeping within their Family gave them confidence.

Although Ye Lanxi attacked him right away, Ye Qingxian chirped while tugging at his sleeve, the Fairies of the Ye Family cast lingering glances at him while dancing, and even the old couple, Third Ancestor Ye Wuji and his wife, carried a sense of worldly shrewdness and calculation beneath their respect.

But the Human Realm was at least better than the Immortal Realm—at least no one forced him to mine—and the Central Plains were more interesting than the Eastern Wastelands.

It was just too much trouble.

The sensation of Ye Lanxi's entanglement still lingered on his body; there seemed to be a ring of heat where her legs had clamped around his waist that hadn't dissipated.

Lu Chen rolled over and buried his face in the Spiritual Wood Pillow.

Stop thinking and sleep.

The moonlight shifted half an inch through the gap in the window lattice, the sound of the spiritual spring remained the same, and even the direction of the wind hadn't changed.

But something had changed.

A slight ripple came from the barrier surrounding the guest hall.

It was extremely light and fast, like a needle tip skimming across the water's surface; the ripples were smoothed out before they could even spread.

If it were a Supreme Realm Cultivator, they wouldn't have noticed at all.

But Lu Chen was a Great Emperor Peak.

His Divine Sense covered a hundred-mile radius; the displacement of every speck of dust in the guest hall was within his perception.

That ripple was as clear in his Divine Sense as a drop of ink on white paper.

Lu Chen tactfully closed his eyes and didn't even move.

A figure slipped silently into the guest hall from the window, their movements extremely fluid. Their toes barely carried any weight when they touched the ground, and their movement technique possessed the lightness and agility characteristic of the avian Yao Race.

Their aura was deliberately suppressed to the limit, but it couldn't suppress the instinctive fluctuations of an ancient exotic beast deep within their Bloodline.

The Qingluan Bloodline.

There was only one person in the entire Human Realm who could move unimpeded through the core area of the Ye Family while carrying this aura.

Lu Chen's Divine Sense swept over the newcomer's silhouette.

She was tall with a slender waist and long legs, her long hair draped over her shoulders without being tied up. She wore no shoes, her bare feet treading on the spiritual jade tiles.

Her clothing...

Lu Chen's Divine Sense paused on the newcomer for half a breath before quickly retracting.

She was wearing far too little.

"Ye Qingluan, instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, have you come to assassinate your master?"

Lu Chen's voice came muffled from the pillow, lazy with a hint of playfulness.

"Do you think the beating you received before wasn't harsh enough?"

He rolled over and opened his eyes. Moonlight fell through the gaps in the window lattice, illuminating the figure standing at the entrance of the guest hall.

Ye Qingluan.

The high-collared black silk soft armor from the daytime was gone, as was the Qingluan Feather Skirt; the Heavenly Luan Feather Robe had been stored away in her Storage Ring.

She was wearing a black silk nightgown.

The gown was very short, barely covering the top third of her thighs, leaving the rest from the knees up fully exposed to the moonlight.

Her two legs were incredibly long, extending all the way from beneath the hem to the floor; her ankles were slender, her calf lines firm, and the curve of her thighs tapered at the edge of the black silk.

The moonlight hit her skin, making it appear coldly white.

The shoulder straps were extremely thin, only two fingers wide, resting on her slender shoulders as if they might slip off at any moment.

The neckline was very low, exposing a large area of skin below her collarbones, and the rise and fall of her chest was hugged tightly by the silk, showing a distinct contour.

Ye Qingluan stood at the door, barefoot, with her hair down, wearing the black nightgown.

She didn't look like she was here to assassinate him, but rather like she was here to offer herself up.

Lu Chen propped himself up slightly, leaning against the headboard as he looked her over.

Under the moonlight, Ye Qingluan's state was clearly abnormal.

Her Phoenix eyes lacked the sharpness and arrogance of the day; her pupils were slightly dilated, her focus scattered, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with an unnatural red, as if she were running a low fever.

A flush of crimson floated on her cheeks, burning from her cheekbones all the way to the base of her ears, and even her neck was stained with a layer of pink.

Her breathing was uneven.

The frequency of her chest's rise and fall was nearly double that of a normal state; every inhalation carried a slight tremor, and when she exhaled, her lips parted slightly, allowing a wisp of heat to escape from between her teeth.

Her hands hung at her sides, her fingers curling and uncurling repeatedly, her fingertips trembling unconsciously.

Her two long legs were pulled taut, yet her knees were shaking slightly, and the muscles on the inside of her thighs tightened uncontrollably.

This didn't seem like Ye Qingluan, not like that arrogant Quasi-Emperor divine bird who had threatened to crush his face; she wasn't like this.

Lu Chen's gaze shifted down half an inch.

At Ye Qingluan's lower abdomen, the black silk clung to her skin; through the silk that was thin enough to be nearly transparent, he saw that pink Divine Pattern.

The Demon-Seeding Master-Servant Seal.

This was the master-servant mark he had forcibly implanted back then to subdue this untamable ancient exotic beast.

At this moment, that Dao Seal was flashing.

It flickered on and off, on and off, the frequency getting faster and faster. The pink light seeped out through the silk, reflecting a pale pink hue onto the skin around her lower abdomen.

"Master..."

Ye Qingluan spoke.

Her voice squeezed out from deep in her throat, hoarse and trembling, a far cry from her tone of looking down on all things during the day.

"I didn't come to assassinate you, I came to..."

Halfway through her sentence, her knees buckled.

Thud.

Ye Qingluan knelt on the Spiritual Jade Floor Tiles.

Her knees hit the cold jade surface, but she seemed to feel no pain at all. Her body leaned forward, her hands propped against the edge of the bed, her fingers digging into the silk mattress.

She looked up, her Phoenix eyes staring straight at Lu Chen.

His face was reflected in her pupils, and the moonlight outlined his silhouette as he propped himself up.

There was no hatred in those Phoenix eyes, no arrogance, and none of the reserve a Quasi-Emperor should have.

There was only longing.

A naked, undisguised longing.

Lu Chen sat up straight.

He stared at Ye Qingluan kneeling before the bed, his mind filled with plots from night raid novels.

Right now, she was kneeling before him with her hair down, wearing a black nightgown that covered almost nothing, her hands gripping the edge of the bed, her whole body trembling as she called out "Master."

The pink Demon-Seeding Dao Seal on her lower abdomen was flashing frantically.

The frequency had changed from a flicker to a continuous pulse. The pink light spread outward from the center of the Dao Seal, creeping from her lower abdomen to her waist, from her waist to her hips, and then flowing down the inside of her thighs.

With every inch it spread, Ye Qingluan's body trembled a bit more.

Her Phoenix eyes grew more blurred, her breathing more rapid. She bit her lips until they turned white and then released them; after several repetitions, she finally couldn't hold it back, and a faint moan escaped from between her teeth.

A chill ran down Lu Chen's spine. When he had first implanted it, he only thought about subduing a mount; he hadn't expected this thing to have such a function.

Ye Qingluan's hand crawled two inches up the edge of the bed, her fingertips touching the edge of his silk mattress.

Her Phoenix eyes stared at him, the corners of her eyes flushed red, her voice breaking into pieces.

"Master! I feel so miserable as soon as I see you, please save me..."

Lu Chen's Adam's apple bobbed.

He stared at the frantically flashing pink Dao Seal on Ye Qingluan's lower abdomen, with only one thought left in his mind.

Was this seal implanted incorrectly?