39: Chapter 39 The Su sisters' aunt comes knocking.

Xiaoyao Peak was quiet, but Yunxiao Holy Land was brilliantly lit.

Primarily to demonstrate the Holy Land's strength, or perhaps to appease the representatives of the various major factions who had been frightened, Holy Revered Master Mo Wentian waved his hand and hosted the Yunxiao Assembly, which would last for three days.

The previously shattered plaza, under Wei Hongyu's 'Spirit Stone technique,' was restored to its former glory in just half an hour.

On the main peak, glasses were clinking, and the music of strings and bamboo was pleasant to the ear.

The representatives of the various factions from earlier were now chatting amongst themselves at the banquet, holding immortal wine and eating thousand-year-old immortal fruits.

They dared not refrain from smiling, as everyone had seen those two quasi-emperor Old Ancestors stripped bare and hung on the archway by Lu Chen.

Although each family had to pay a heavy price to redeem their Old Ancestors, that fear still lingered in their hearts, yet they also truly wanted to smile.

After all, the food they were eating now was not something they could just eat whenever they wanted back in their own factions; they would at least need to report it!

"Holy Revered Master Mo! Congratulations, congratulations! With Emperor Yun presiding over the Yunxiao Holy Land, it will surely be the ruler of the Human Realm in the future! My faction will follow the lead of the Yunxiao Holy Land!"

"Indeed, indeed!"

At the main seat, Mo Wentian was beaming, as if he had grown five hundred years younger.

He had never been this glorious in his entire life.

In the past, other Holy Lands were polite, but that was just superficial courtesy.

Today, these people were truly afraid.

He was not skilled in killing, but his Junior Brother was; the cultivation world called him 'Old Demon Lu'!

When his Junior Brother was young, every time he reached a new Realm, over a dozen of the older generation in that Realm would perish. That was truly a formidable reputation!

The Yunxiao Holy Land was truly blessed! A Junior Martial Uncle appeared thousands of years ago! And hundreds of years ago, that Junior Martial Uncle taught a good Junior Brother!

Mo Wentian stood up, holding the spirit wine in his hand, cleared his throat, and prepared to speak.

"Fellow Daoists! Today's battle was not because our Yunxiao Holy Land is bellicose, but because..."

"Thinking back to when my Junior Brother Lu Chen first entered the sect..."

"Looking back at the past, the Yunxiao Holy Land has endured hardships; looking toward the future, we will certainly advance further..."

Below the stage, applause thundered, and words of flattery were incessant.

However, Lu Chen, who was sitting on the purple-gold throne next to Mo Wentian—a seat symbolizing the highest status—and had been called over to hold down the fort, felt completely uncomfortable.

It was both noisy and boring.

This kind of social occasion filled with hypocrisy was even more unbearable for a Great Emperor who just wanted to lie flat than undergoing a Heavenly Tribulation.

"Senior Brother is really good at making empty promises."

Lu Chen rested his chin on one hand, his eyelids heavy with sleep.

He glanced at Yan Lingji, who was eating happily beside him.

Since reshaping her Physical Body, this woman had an amazingly good appetite and was currently eliminating a plate of Dragon meat in front of her with elegance and speed.

"Ahem."

Lu Chen lightly kicked Yan Lingji's calf.

Yan Lingji looked up, confused, her cheeks bulging: "Mmm? Revered Master?"

"Stop eating." Lu Chen transmitted his voice calmly, "I'm giving you a task."

Yan Lingji swallowed the meat in her mouth, her eyes brightening: "Bed service?"

"In your dreams." Lu Chen rolled his eyes.

"Sit here and hold the fort for me. Block everyone who comes to offer a toast or build connections."

"As for those bringing gifts, accept what should be accepted. In short, don't let anyone bother me. From now on, you are my spokesperson!"

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed in Yan Lingji's eyes.

This was the work of a mistress.

Besides, there must be plenty of kickbacks in this.

"Rest assured, Revered Master!" Yan Lingji immediately put down her chopsticks, and that seductive aura appeared once again.

"This servant guarantees to handle them clearly and definitely won't let anyone disturb Revered Master's quiet cultivation."

"Very good."

Lu Chen nodded in satisfaction.

Such dirty and tiring work should, of course, be left to the housekeeper.

Taking advantage of the moment when Mo Wentian was reaching the climax of his speech and everyone was staring at the stage, Lu Chen's figure flickered slightly.

An afterimage remained in the seat, while his true form had already vanished from the great hall.

...

"Eh? Where's Revered Master?"

In the corner of the banquet, Su Qiyue, who was eating until her mouth was oily, suddenly froze.

Although she was a foodie, she had been obsessively locked onto Lu Chen.

Just a moment ago, when she looked up, her fragrant Revered Master was gone.

"Ran away?"

At such a moment of being the center of attention, anyone else would be floating on cloud nine, yet this person actually found it annoying and ran away?

"Sister, let's go too."

Su Qiyue wiped the oil from her mouth.

"It's too noisy here, and Senior Martial Uncle Mo is so long-winded. I want to go back."

Su Xuner nodded.

"Let's go, back we go."

The two sisters looked at each other and ran toward the direction of Xiaoyao Peak.

...

Just after Lu Chen and the Su Sisters had left.

A moon-white figure appeared silently outside the mountain gate of the Yunxiao Holy Land.

As the light faded, it revealed a stunning woman dressed in moon-white palace attire.

She looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with the temperament of a Fairy from the Guanghan Palace, cold and ethereal.

However, those long, narrow peach-blossom eyes revealed a natural, soul-captivating seductiveness.

This perfect Fusion of purity and allure was enough to drive any man in the world crazy.

Yun Qianyue, the biological aunt of the Everlasting Su Family's Su Xuner and Su Qiyue, was a peak figure among Loose Cultivators, known as 'Fairy Yaoyue,' and together with Su Xuner and Su Qiyue's mother, they were known as the 'Twin Fairies of the Loose Cultivators.'

"Is this the Yunxiao Holy Land?"

Yun Qianyue looked at the towering mountain gate before her, as well as the six pieces of 'cured meat' hanging on the archway, swaying in the wind, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Hanging several quasi-emperors at the entrance to display them to the public, this newly ascended Emperor Yun is quite unbridled in his actions."

She had come this time because she heard that her two precious nieces had been treated as maids by that immortal Su Family Ancestor and given to this Emperor Yun.

Although the news sent back by the Su Family said that the two women had not been wronged and had even obtained the status of 'half-disciples.'

But Yun Qianyue did not believe it at all!

A man's mouth is a deceiving ghost.

Especially this kind of so-called 'Great Emperor'; which one of them didn't have a harem of wives and concubines, treating women as playthings?

Yun Qianyue did not oppose marriage alliances, but she opposed sending two delicate young girls to an old monster to be maids!

They would definitely be refined into cauldrons!

"Xuner has a strong personality, and Qiyue is a sweet, naive girl; falling into the hands of this Emperor Yun, who knows how much they will suffer."

Yun Qianyue was anxious in her heart, concealed her aura, and blended into the banquet scene. No one noticed anything unusual because there were too many people attending the banquet. Her alluring fox eyes scanned the entire venue.

She wanted to find her nieces first and take them away.

But she circled the banquet once.

She didn't see Su Xuner, nor did she see Su Qiyue.

She didn't even see the legendary Lu Chen.

She only saw a wine-soaked Mo Wentian in the main seat, and a bewitching woman in a red dress with a shrewd look sitting in the main seat collecting gifts.

"They aren't here?"

Yun Qianyue's heart sank, and an ominous premonition instantly surged in her heart.

A lone man and two women, on a dark night with high winds.

Not accepting the worship of the crowd at the banquet, but slipping away secretly?

"This lecher!"

Yun Qianyue gritted her teeth, and a flash of anger appeared on her cold face.

It must be that so-called Emperor Yun, his lust flared up again, and he wants to 'hehehe' with the two little girls!

"Daring to touch my, Yun Qianyue's, nieces, even if you are a current Great Emperor, I will knock out two of your teeth!"

She took a deep breath and formed a strange seal with both hands.

That was her innate secret technique—Bloodline Tracking.

Hum.

A wisp of pink thread that only she could see appeared in the air, winding toward the highest peak deep within the Holy Land.

Xiaoyao Peak.

Moreover, besides the aura of her two nieces, there was also a terrifying, extremely domineering aura lingering there.

That was the aura of a Great Emperor.

"As expected, it's there!"

Yun Qianyue's eyes turned cold, and the long dress on her body fluttered without wind.

She had even imagined the scene of her two nieces struggling desperately and crying for help.

And that old monster approaching with a lecherous smile...

"Beast!"

Yun Qianyue could no longer hold back, her figure instantly turning into a ray of moonlight, flying toward Xiaoyao Peak.

...

At the foot of Xiaoyao Peak.

At this moment, Lu Chen had just returned to his bed and stretched comfortably.

"It's still most comfortable at home."

He collapsed directly onto that ten-thousand-year cold jade bed.

"Revered Master, should we Cultivate?"

Su Xuner stood at the door, feeling a bit awkward, and asked in a low voice.

"Cultivate my ass."

Lu Chen turned over, finding a comfortable position:

"Why Cultivate instead of sleeping in the middle of the night? That's for people without talent; Geniuses increase their cultivation by sleeping, like your Revered Master!"

"Go, close the door, I'm going to sleep."

Su Sisters: "Then do you want a massage?"

"Fine! Let the two of you sisters show your filial piety!"

Suddenly, he moved; something was wrong!

As a Great Emperor, no matter how much of a slacker he was, he had absolute control over every blade of grass and tree on this Xiaoyao Peak.

Someone had triggered the barrier and was approaching rapidly.

"Hmm?"

Lu Chen opened his eyes, feeling a bit surprised.

This fluctuation is a bit Advanced.

"Could it be that those immortal old things are unconvinced and sent someone again?"

Lu Chen sat up, and his Divine Sense silently spread out.

The next second, his expression became strange.

A female assassin who looks beautiful, has a great figure, but is currently full of Killing Intent, and is holding a fragment of an Emperor-grade weapon?

"Who is this?"

Lu Chen rubbed his chin.

These days, are assassins this competitive with their looks?

And this stealth technique is actually quite something; she managed to sneak to the mountainside right under my nose.

"A bit interesting."

Lu Chen did not strike to suppress her.

Anyway, the long night is slow, and he has no intention of sleeping.

Since a guest has come uninvited, why not see what kind of bad water is hidden in her stomach? Anyway, she couldn't be an enemy that could withstand one strike!

Thinking of this, Lu Chen lay back down on the chair and turned off the defensive Formation again.

[Host, you are playing with fire.]

"What do you know? This is called inviting the guest into the urn." Lu Chen chuckled.

"I want to see if this female assassin is here to rob me of wealth or to rob me of my virtue."

If it's to rob me of my virtue...

Should I submit? Or should I submit?

After all, since she looks so good, wouldn't it be too impolite to resist?

The two Su Sisters stopped their work and said:

"Revered Master, why are you looking at us and smiling?"

"Why? Should I 'do' you instead? Keep massaging, keep pounding the legs!"