66: Chapter 66 Yan Lingji: My looks are 91, but my poses are all perfect.

Nangong Ziyi stood where she was, her gaze fixed tightly on Lu Chen.

She then took a deep breath, tidied her clothes, and bowed low.

“Senior's great kindness is etched in Ziyi's heart, and I shall repay it in the future. If Senior ever comes to the Central Region, you must notify Ziyi. I will surely sweep the couch to welcome you and fulfill my duties as a host.”

Ji Linger also poked her head out, her twin tails swaying back and forth.

“Yes, yes, Senior Emperor Yun! Once the Secret Realm ends, you're welcome to visit the Ji Family! Don't make Sister Nangong and me wait for two and a half years!”

Jiang Yifei stood to the side, not saying a word.

Lu Chen waved them away. “Alright, alright. Didn't you come here for experience? Hurry up and go find some treasures. If you're late, not even a blade of grass will be left.”

Nangong Ziyi and Ji Linger turned around reluctantly, and the three of them transformed into streaks of light, disappearing into the horizon.

Wei Hongyu, holding the heavenly saliva silver dragon fruit, walked directly to a large rock by the lakeside and sat down cross-legged.

“Lu Chen, protect me.” Wei Hongyu stuffed the fruit into her mouth, her phoenix eyes slightly closed.

“I'm going to refine this fruit. Today, I must touch the threshold of the Supreme Realm.”

Lu Chen pulled a rosewood armchair from his System space and placed it on the shore. Yan Lingji proactively leaned in!

Yan Lingji was very sensible. She stepped forward, her cheongsam slit revealing her thighs.

Standing behind Lu Chen, she reached out and pressed her hands onto his shoulders, kneading with moderate pressure.

“Master, lie back and relax. I'll help you unwind.” Yan Lingji leaned close to Lu Chen's ear, her mature voice laced with seduction.

Lu Chen closed his eyes and let out a comfortable hum.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking air came from the distant sky.

Two groups of people flew through the air: the Everlasting Su Family team and the Flying Immortal Sect team.

Leading them were Su Chen, the Young Lord of the Everlasting Su Family, and Li Taibai, the eldest true Disciple of the Flying Immortal Sect.

Su Chen looked down and happened to see the two demonic dragon corpses by the Qingyuan Lake, as well as Lu Chen lying on the armchair with his eyes closed.

“Land quickly!” Su Chen's expression changed, and he hurriedly led his people down.

The group cupped their hands in unison. “Greetings, Senior Emperor Yun!”

Lu Chen opened one eye and scanned the group.

“How did you two families end up together? Huddling for warmth?”

Su Chen gave a bitter smile and took two steps forward.

“Senior might not know, but a great Devil Head has appeared in this Secret Realm recently. It is truly not peaceful.”

Lu Chen took the wine gourd from beside him and took a swig.

“Oh? Tell me more.”

Su Chen's tone carried a hint of lingering fear:

“In the past two days, several lone Prodigies have been robbed. Rumor has it that Wan Tianhua, the first Saint of the Wanhua Immortal Gate, is leading the way, specifically targeting small Sects and Loose Cultivators.”

Li Taibai added:

“That's not all. Someone saw Song Qi, the eldest Senior Brother of the Zixiao Holy Land, knocking people out with a club everywhere. There's also Wang Tianyi, the second Senior Brother of the Sky Profound Peak of the Zifu Holy Land—this man has gone completely mad, wearing a burlap sack and hacking at anyone he sees.”

Su Chen sighed:

“Zhang Lingfeng, the Saint of the Qingyun Dao Sect, and Zhou Xingyu, the Seventh Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, were all stripped naked and hung upside down from trees. We were afraid of falling victim ourselves, so we decided to travel together.”

Lu Chen listened, his face expressionless.

“Fine, I understand. You may go, stay safe.”

Su Chen and Li Taibai bowed again and quickly led their people away.

Once they were far away, Lu Chen sat up straight.

He rubbed his chin. Knocking people out, using burlap sacks, stripping clothes, and impersonating others to stir up trouble everywhere...

These methods, this routine—how did it have such a familiar flavor?

Wasn't this exactly the kind of business he used to do with his Senior Brothers back in the day? Which rising star had learned the essence of his ways so thoroughly?

Lu Chen expanded his Emperor-level Divine Sense, and an invisible ripple instantly covered more than half of the Azure Emperors Secret Realm.

He didn't find his Disciples first; instead, he found Lin Bufan, the 'good' Saint of the Yunxiao Holy Land.

In the perspective of his Divine Sense, ten thousand miles away, there was a hidden canyon.

Rocks were scattered like clouds within the canyon, and several Yao Beast corpses lay on the ground.

Lin Bufan had a high-grade disguise mask Magic Treasure on his face, and the mask's appearance was exactly that of Wan Tianhua, the first Saint of the Wanhua Immortal Gate.

He was wearing the standard Daoist robes of the Wanhua Immortal Gate, with a large character for 'Wan' embroidered on his chest.

Lin Bufan held a Nine-Ringed Golden-Backed Broadsword in his hand, its blade still stained with blood.

Opposite Lin Bufan stood a young man surrounded by lightning.

This young man had an astonishing Aura and held a Purple Lightning Spear; he was Lei Yunting, the third Saint of the Zixiao Holy Land.

Lei Yunting's face was ashen as he pointed his spear at Lin Bufan:

“Who exactly are you? Wearing Fellow Daoist Wan's face and the clothes of the Wanhua Immortal Gate while burning, killing, and looting everywhere! The reputations of various Holy Lands must have been ruined by you!”

He took a step forward, his voice like rolling thunder. “You rat who hides his head and shows his tail! Today I must kill you to wash away the shame of my Zixiao Holy Land!”

Lin Bufan shouldered his broadsword, completely fearless, and immediately started cursing.

“I'm your father!”

“I'll hide your grandmother's leg!”

“This daddy doesn't change his name or surname—I am indeed Wan Tianhua of the Wanhua Immortal Gate!”

Lin Bufan raised his broadsword and shouted as he charged. “Taste the Wanhua Immortal Gate's ultimate technique, the Heir-Severing Blade!”

Spiritual energy exploded within the canyon.

The two instantly clashed.

Lei Yunting was at the Great Perfection of the Dragon Transformation Realm, and his lightning-based Cultivation Technique was bold and powerful.

Although Lin Bufan was at the Late Stage of the Dragon Transformation Realm with an extremely solid foundation, he didn't dare use the Cultivation Techniques of the Yunxiao Holy Land to maintain his disguise.

He could only rely on his Physical Body strength, swinging that broken blade in a wild frenzy.

After a hundred Moves, Lin Bufan gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Lei Yunting found a flaw and knocked the broadsword out of Lin Bufan's hand with his spear, the tip pointing directly at Lin Bufan's throat.

“You only know underhanded tricks. Die!”

He sneered, the lightning on the spear surging as he unleashed his finishing Move, 'Zixiao Nine Tribulations Thunder'.

Killing intent flooded Lei Yunting's eyes; with this spear, he intended to directly shatter the opponent's Divine Soul.

Lin Bufan's scalp tingled, and his hand already reached for the Teleportation Jade Talisman in his storage ring.

By the Qingyuan Lake, Lu Chen sat on the armchair and frowned.

If someone from my Yunxiao Holy Land goes out to rob you, they're doing you a favor. You, a mere Junior from the Zixiao Holy Land, dare to fight back?

If Lin Bufan were forced to crush the jade talisman and flee, it would be too embarrassing. A good student must never suffer a loss!

Lu Chen snorted coldly, and a wisp of Emperor-level Divine Sense followed the Void Realm, piercing directly into the battlefield ten thousand miles away.

In the canyon.

Lei Yunting's spear was only half an inch from Lin Bufan's throat.

Suddenly.

A vast and boundless power descended across space.

Lei Yunting's mind instantly roared, and his Divine Soul felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible giant hand.

Then, his entire body froze in mid-air, maintaining his thrusting posture, and the violent lightning-attribute spiritual energy in his body came to a complete standstill.

He couldn't even blink, having lost all control over his body.

Even a few seconds of absolute immobilization was enough.

Lin Bufan was naturally shrewd. Seeing the spear tip stop right in front of him and Lei Yunting frozen like a wooden stake, he reacted instantly.

He didn't know who was helping him in secret, but he knew how to kill and loot.

“Great opportunity!”

Lin Bufan didn't go to pick up his blade. Instead, his hands quickly formed seals, and the authentic spiritual energy of the Yunxiao Holy Land erupted.

“Cloud Dragon Heaven-Render!”

Lin Bufan's right hand then transformed into a claw, with an illusory white dragon shadow coiling around his arm. He savagely clawed into Lei Yunting's chest.

Lei Yunting's eyes widened. He could see Lin Bufan's movements and feel the sharp pain in his chest, but he couldn't Move or make a sound.

This was a Move from the Yunxiao Holy Land! This thief is from the Yunxiao Holy Land!

A final thought flashed through Lei Yunting's mind: some old monster is being unscrupulous! Protecting him in secret! Old Ancestor, save me!

Bang!

Lin Bufan's strike pierced through Lei Yunting's heart, and the violent spiritual energy directly shredded Lei Yunting's Divine Soul.

Lei Yunting fell backward, dying with his eyes open; his Old Ancestor never appeared!

A storage ring flashing with purple light fell from his finger.

Lin Bufan caught the ring, skillfully wiped away the mental imprint, and investigated it.

“Hehe, plenty of good stuff. As expected of someone from the Central Region's Zixiao Holy Land—they really are rich.”

The corners of Lin Bufan's mouth curled up. He then raised his hand and shot out a ball of fire, burning Lei Yunting's corpse to ashes and even scattering the ashes to the wind.

He patted his clothes and glanced around:

“My thanks to whichever Senior lent a hand! This Junior will repay your great kindness in the future!”

After saying that, Lin Bufan disguised himself again, changed his clothes, and dove back into the dense forest to continue searching for his next target.

By the Qingyuan Lake.

Lu Chen withdrew his Divine Sense, slapped his thigh, and laughed out loud.

“Good lad! Decisive strikes, destroying the evidence, and even scattering the ashes in one smooth motion! The essence of my ways back then has truly been learned by him.”

Yan Lingji, standing behind him, was somewhat confused as she watched Lu Chen suddenly laugh:

“Master, what are you laughing at?”

Lu Chen stood up and stretched, his bones letting out a series of popping sounds.

He looked toward the depths of the Secret Realm, his eyes sparkling with the light of mischief.

“Seeing these Juniors having so much fun, my old bones can't stay still anymore.”

Lu Chen pulled a bronze mask from his storage space that looked like it was both crying and laughing, and put it on his face.

“My grand-Disciple is working so hard to promote the Yunxiao Holy Land; I, his elder, can't possibly lose to him.”

Lu Chen's tone carried a hint of eagerness.

“I must reclaim the glory of the past!”

Yan Lingji was stunned, then became shy, her beautiful face flushing red and her small mouth slightly agape. “Master, you want to... don't worry, I'm ready! I have room for...”

Lu Chen's voice came:

“What are you thinking? You're being weird again. Your looks are about a 91! Back then, I only played with 100s! You'd better wait for me to take the initiative!”

“I'm saying I want to retrace my old path! Sweep through the Secret Realm and be myself again!”

“But I have to wait for Little Hongyu to finish absorbing the heavenly saliva silver dragon fruit!”

Yan Lingji spoke up:

“You scumbag! You already know our feelings, yet you won't take the lead, you won't refuse, and you still don't want to take responsibility!”

“My looks are a 91, but the knowledge and positions I've learned are all full marks. Do you want to try them?!”

Lu Chen nodded.

“Yes, I'm fully aware, I know everything. This isn't called not taking the lead, not refusing, or not taking responsibility!”

“I am a cultivator of the Dao. Don't practitioners of the Dao emphasize following one's heart and going with the flow of nature?”