181: Chapter 181 A Subtle Fragrance Arrives at Midnight! The Azure Phoenix's Breeding Season!

Lu Chen's Divine Sense was locked onto that pink Demon Seed Master-Servant Dao Pattern on Ye Qingluan's lower abdomen.

The pattern's flickering frequency grew faster and faster, and a pink light shone through the silk, staining the skin around her waist and abdomen a pale pink.

Deep in his mind, the System's loli voice suddenly rang out.

"Host! This is a normal situation. Your bound mount 'Ye Qingluan' is in an abnormal physiological state. I am retrieving the Bloodline files of the Qingluan Clan..."

"The Qingluan Clan has a special Bloodline trait: they are loyal to only one person in their lifetime and only recognize one Dao Companion. This trait is written into their bones and blood, and cannot be changed by personal will."

Lu Chen's brow furrowed.

The System continued:

"Previously, she didn't have a fixed object of affection. Every time she hit her breeding period, she could rely on her own instincts to suppress the urge."

"However, Host, you planted the Demon Seed Master-Servant Seal on her. Her Bloodline has already locked onto its object of loyalty—you."

"And so?"

"So her breeding instinct has also locked onto you. No one but you can help her through this cycle. And you just happened to appear in front of her. Isn't that a coincidence?"

"It's equivalent to your girlfriend in your past life wanting to get intimate; if you weren't there, she'd endure it, but since you're here, she just has to—hey! Hey! Hey!"

"You mean I took in a Qingluan mount, and now she's not just a mount, but I have to let her 'mount' and 'ride' me too?"

The System fell silent for a moment, its loli voice carrying a hint of schadenfreude.

"Host's comprehension skills are quite strong."

Lu Chen closed his eyes.

Ye Qingluan knelt before the bed, her hands clutching the edge. Her phoenix eyes stared at Lu Chen, the corners of her eyes flushed red, and the focus in her pupils was completely scattered.

The strap of her black silk nightgown slipped from her left shoulder, sliding two inches down her upper arm, revealing the entirety of her slender, pale shoulder and collarbone.

The right strap was still hanging on, but it was also precarious. As the neckline was pulled down, the curves of her chest swelled out from the edge of the fabric. Her snowy skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, shimmering under the moonlight.

Ye Qingluan had already crawled onto the bed.

Her movements were not sharp and swift like they were during the day, but slow and filled with the caution driven by instinct.

Her hands braced on either side of Lu Chen's body, her knees kneeling on the silk bedding, straddling his hips on the left and right.

She looked down at him from above.

Her loose green hair draped down from her shoulders, the tips brushing against Lu Chen's chest.

The right strap finally slipped down as well, and below it was a startling expanse of snowy white.

Two full curves swelled from the upper edge of the fabric, squeezing out a deep cleavage in the middle, heaving up and down with her rapid breathing.

Moonlight fell through the gaps in the window lattice, cutting across her collarbone and extending downward, illuminating every inch of those undulations.

Lu Chen's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Master."

Ye Qingluan spoke.

"Qingluan knows her mistake... Before, I was blind and offended Master's heavenly might."

Her phoenix eyes were filled with tears, her pupils reflecting Lu Chen's face.

"I beg Master to punish Qingluan as you please."

Her voice dropped half a pitch, the end of her words carrying a hint of sweet allure that even she couldn't control.

"Qingluan is willing to be Master's exclusive mount. However Master wants to ride, that is how I shall be ridden..."

Coming from the mouth of an Ancient Beast at the Peak of the Third Transformation of the Quasi-Emperor Realm, combined with her current posture—kneeling on Lu Chen's waist with her clothes half-shed and her body trembling—the impact was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

As she spoke, she pressed her burning cheek against Lu Chen's chest.

The temperature of her cheek was scalding, rubbing against the fabric of his Black Robe from his left chest to his right, then back again.

Like a cat in heat, she rubbed against her master frantically in a display of spoiled affection.

Her body leaned forward with the rubbing, and those full breasts, covered only by a thin layer of gauze, pressed unreservedly against Lu Chen's abdomen.

The soft sensation ground against him through the fabric; the degree of deformation was so great that Lu Chen could feel every inch of their weight and elasticity.

Lu Chen sucked in a breath of cold air.

He never expected that an ice-cold, arrogant Ancient Divine Bird who had threatened to crush his face would be directly transformed into a nymphomaniac by a single seal.

"Calm down!"

Lu Chen braced his hands against Ye Qingluan's shoulders, trying to push her away.

His touch met skin that was smooth and delicate, but soaked with sweat, making it so slippery he couldn't get any leverage.

Ye Qingluan took the opportunity to grab his right hand, her fingers locking around his wrist as she pressed his palm against her thigh.

The skin on the outside of her thigh was tight, burning, and full of power. Beneath the skin was a perfect musculature honed over a thousand years.

As an Ancient Beast, Ye Qingluan's physical fitness was a masterpiece of the Creator.

Every inch of her skin was tight and full, containing explosive power capable of tearing through the Void Realm. Her skeletal frame was well-proportioned and slender, with a thin waist and long legs—her proportions were outrageously good.

But at this moment, this perfect body was so soft it lacked even a shred of strength, slumped over Lu Chen and at his mercy.

Lu Chen's palm was pressed against her thigh, and his fingers subconsciously tightened for a moment, the sensation traveling from his palm to his brain.

No, let go.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Ye Qingluan's other hand covered it, pinning his hand down and refusing to let him leave.

"Master, Qingluan is so hot, so burning..."

She looked up, her lips slightly parted. Her breath hit Lu Chen's neck, scaldingly hot and maddening.

"Only Master's Great Emperor Yang Qi can soothe it. I beg Master to ride me..."

After she said this, she didn't wait for Lu Chen's answer; her hands had already begun to move.

Her slender fingers found the collar of Lu Chen's Black Robe, her fingertips hooking the edge of the lapel and pulling it open to both sides.

The fabric made a slight tearing sound, and Lu Chen's collarbone and chest were exposed to the moonlight.

Ye Qingluan's phoenix eyes locked onto his chest. Her pupils dilated, and a disgraceful bit of saliva finally dripped down, landing on Lu Chen's thigh.

It was hot, sticky, and even formed a string!

Lu Chen's brain stopped thinking.

A top-tier Yao Race mount delivered to his door, a pure-blooded ancient Qingluan.

The physical quality of the Quasi-Emperor Realm, a perfect body cultivated over six thousand seven hundred years.

Who could resist this?

Even the Buddha wouldn't be able to hold back. He would 'ride' her first and show his respect later.

Lu Chen's gaze changed, and something began to burn deep within his pupils.

It wasn't Nanming Li Fire, but a different kind of fire.

He withdrew his right hand from Ye Qingluan's thigh, spread his fingers, and gripped the back of her head.

Ye Qingluan's body stiffened, and her phoenix eyes widened.

"You asked for this."

Lu Chen's voice rumbled from his chest, deep and husky, carrying a heat that was finally released after being suppressed for too long.

"Tomorrow morning, don't blame this Emperor for being ruthless."

The hand gripping the back of Ye Qingluan's head exerted force, and with a twist of his waist, he flipped over.

Ye Qingluan's back hit the Millennium Ice Silkworm Silk Mattress, and her green hair exploded across the pillows like a green waterfall.

Lu Chen's figure loomed over her, his arms braced on either side of her head. His Great Emperor Peak aura was no longer restrained, pouring out from top to bottom.

Pressed beneath him, the blurriness in Ye Qingluan's phoenix eyes shattered into a sky full of starlight, replaced by a kind of wild joy from being conquered and completely submitting.

Her arms wrapped around Lu Chen's neck, and her long legs coiled around his waist from both sides.

"Master..."

The darkness within the hall swallowed everything.

The moon outside quietly hid behind the clouds.

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The Seventh Peak of Cangmang Divine Mountain.

Ye Lanxi stood on the terrace of her palace holding a pot of wine, her phoenix eyes gazing toward the guest hall of the Third Peak.

The sound-insulating Formation around the guest hall lit up.

But it was a Formation set up by Lu Chen.

Ye Lanxi's finger tapped twice against the wall of the wine pot, her red lips slowly curving upward.

"Interesting. I can't see through him. He's talented—a nearly omnipotent Great Emperor. His Dao cultivation is not bad, and he's a Sword Cultivator, a partial Body Cultivator, and proficient in Alchemy, Formations, and Artifact Refining!"

"To have reached the Great Emperor Realm in such a short time! Simply incredible!"