91: Chapter 91 You were so small when you were little, how come you're such a womanizer now?

The Emperor's might of Jiang Taixu and his wife faded away, and the auras of Nangong Waner and Jiang Yi also completely vanished at the end of the Void Realm.

On Xiaoyao Peak.

"Forget it, I'll grab you over! Let me take a good look at how you've changed over these years, and see if you've grown up!"

Ling Yuling turned around and stood in front of Lu Chen, shimmering light dancing amidst her white hair.

She looked up at her Disciple, who was more than half a head taller than her, all traces of Emperor's might hidden within her icy blue eyes.

Then, she opened her arms.

Before Lu Chen could react, Ling Yuling had already pounced on him.

Her 1.6-meter-something frame collided with his 1.8-meter-something chest; the force wasn't great, but Lu Chen's body instinctively tilted and crouched down slightly.

Ling Yuling's arms wrapped around his head, Lu Chen's face pressed against Ling Yuling's chest, and his Revered Master's white hair fell onto his black robes and his face.

Lu Chen's hands hovered in mid-air, not knowing where to put them.

Ling Yuling suddenly reached out, her five fingers inserting into Lu Chen's hair, and pressed firmly, forcing his head into her embrace.

Lu Chen's face was buried straight inside.

Soft, cold, and carrying his Revered Master's unique, crisp scent.

Ling Yuling's hand rubbed back and forth on his head twice, rubbing his hair bun askew.

"My little Lu Chen has really grown up."

Ling Yuling's voice came from above, carrying a smile.

"You're taller than me now, your arms are thicker, your back is wider, and you've grown bigger too."

She rubbed his head two more times.

"You've truly grown up; from now on, Revered Master can enjoy some peace of mind."

Lu Chen was muffled inside, his mouth blocked so he couldn't speak.

Fortunately, he used his Emperor Dao spiritual power to quietly block the sight of all the Disciples below Xiaoyao Peak, then reached out his hands to gently wrap around his Revered Master's thin shoulders and back.

She was so thin, much thinner than in his memories—perhaps he just didn't remember clearly, maybe Revered Master had always been like this!

Ling Yuling patted the back of his head, let go, and pulled his sleeve as she walked toward the palace where she used to live.

Her steps were not fast; her bare feet stepped on ice lotuses, one blooming with every step.

Lu Chen followed behind, like a big child being led by their parent.

— — Yuling Palace.

It hadn't been inhabited for thousands of years, but the emperor grade Restriction kept the interior of the palace spotless.

White jade floor tiles, ice-blue curtains, and the pot of Xuanbing Orchid on the windowsill that never withered for ten thousand years was still blooming quietly.

Ling Yuling sat on the white jade chair in the main seat, crossed her legs, and then patted her knees.

Lu Chen stood three steps away and didn't move.

"Come here."

"Revered Master, I've grown up, I won't fit there! I'll just sit beside you."

Lu Chen moved half a step forward and sat down!

Ling Yuling didn't force him to sit on her lap like when he was a child; instead, she reached out both hands, pinched both his cheeks, and squeezed them toward the center.

The face of a Great Emperor Peak was pinched into a fish mouth.

Ling Yuling examined him for three breaths.

"Hmm, your features haven't changed; they're still the same as when you were little."

She let go and tapped the tip of his nose.

"Back then, when Revered Master found you in the snow of the Northern Profound Domain, you were only this small."

Ling Yuling reached out and gestured at the position of her forearm.

"You were frozen purple, couldn't even cry out loud, and you were clutching my finger, refusing to let go."

Her icy blue eyes curved slightly.

"In the blink of an eye, you're a Great Emperor known throughout the world."

Lu Chen rubbed his face, which had been pinched red, and turned to look for a teapot.

The tea set in Yuling Palace was still in its original place, and ten-thousand-year spiritual spring water was sealed in a jade bottle; Lu Chen used his Emperor Fire to heat it slightly, his movements very practiced.

He brought the teacup to Ling Yuling's side and offered it with both hands.

"Revered Master, drink some tea."

Ling Yuling took it, sipped, and her brows relaxed.

"Your skills haven't regressed."

Lu Chen sat down opposite her and began to talk about the events of these past years.

From the past to the recent Azure Emperors Secret Realm, taking in Disciples, slaying Saints, smashing the Heavenly Gate with one punch—

He spoke lightly, attributing all the earth-shattering events to "good luck," "the opponent was too weak," or "just luck, pure luck!"

He didn't mention the existence of the System at all.

Ling Yuling listened quietly, nodding occasionally.

After Lu Chen finished speaking, Ling Yuling put down the teacup.

She suddenly reached out and accurately grabbed Lu Chen's left ear.

Twisting it outward by forty-five degrees.

"Hiss—"

Lu Chen's face twisted instantly.

With the Physical Body of a Great Emperor Peak, being ear-pinched by his Revered Master still made him grimace in pain.

It wasn't real pain; it was a conditioned reflex.

A conditioned reflex from being pinched since he was a child.

"Let's talk about serious matters." Ling Yuling's voice turned cold.

"The marriage in the Central State, I want you to call it off."

Lu Chen opened his mouth to speak.

Ling Yuling twisted it, and he immediately shut up.

"The Central State is too far away, and those are all ancient Families; the foundation of each one is unfathomably deep. I'm afraid you won't be able to outplay those old geezers!"

"Right now, in the entire Human Realm, our Yunxiao Holy Land is the only one with two Great Emperors who theoretically have the most potential and the highest frequency of combat."

"Although I, like those old geezers, am still growing stronger! But I feel you will be stronger, though at this stage, you cannot beat them!"

"But don't worry, they can't kill you either!"

She paused, "But it's still very dangerous."

Ling Yuling let go of his ear, her icy blue eyes staring straight at Lu Chen.

"And—"

She tilted her head.

"Those few female Disciples of yours who look at you with such longing eyes."

Lu Chen's smile froze on his face.

"You're not trying to compensate for something, are you? I'm telling you, that's not allowed!"

Ling Yuling's gaze was scrutinizing and teasing.

"My little Lu Chen, you were so small when you were little, why are you such a playboy now?"

Lu Chen spread his hands: "Revered Master! I've been wronged! I've been greatly wronged! Your Disciple is devoted to the Dao!"

Ling Yuling looked at him, her icy blue eyes unblinking.

Lu Chen guiltily averted his gaze.

[Devoted to the Dao? More like devoted to being a salted fish and retiring, but I definitely can't tell Revered Master that.]

Ling Yuling watched him for five breaths, then suddenly sighed.

Her palm landed on the back of Lu Chen's hand, cold and very light.

"If you like them, then you like them; if you don't, then make a clean break. If you've done something, take responsibility!"

Her voice softened.

Ling Yuling's gaze shifted outside the window, the Xuanbing Orchid swaying gently in the dim light.

"Revered Master doesn't have much time left."

Lu Chen's breathing became heavy.

"My Origin is almost exhausted; I don't know how many more times I can emerge from the coffin like I did today." Ling Yuling's tone was very flat.

"From now on, this Holy Land will have to rely on you to support it."

She withdrew her gaze and looked at Lu Chen.

"The world is vast, and you will have to venture through it on your own."

Lu Chen clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white; he wanted to say so much.

He wanted to say he would definitely find immortal medicine to extend Revered Master's life, wanted to say Revered Master would be fine.

But he couldn't say a single word.

Because he was afraid that if he said it, it would become an empty promise.

Ling Yuling stood up and walked in front of Lu Chen.

She reached out her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and rested her chin on his shoulder.

This embrace was very light, very careful, as if afraid of breaking something.

"Little Lu Chen."

"Yes."

"Do you like Revered Master? Will you remember this old drunkard Revered Master of yours?"

Lu Chen's voice had no hesitation.

"In the whole world, I like Revered Master the most, and I will always remember you!"

Ling Yuling stepped back half a step.

Lu Chen saw Ling Yuling's face; she was smiling.

In those icy blue eyes that hadn't melted for ten thousand years, all the coldness had melted away.

The curve of her smiling lips shattered the indifference between her brows, the desolation of her white hair, and the plain coldness of her Emperor's dress.

Then her body began to turn transparent.

Starting from her fingertips, her skin turned into fine ice crystals, refracting seven-colored light in the sunlight.

The ice crystals spread from her fingertips to her wrists, from her wrists to her arms.

Ling Yuling watched her dissipating body, her expression calm.

"I'm going back to sleep first; don't worry, I will always be watching you, my little Lu Chen!"

She raised her semi-transparent hand and touched the top of Lu Chen's head one last time.

"Good boy."

The ice crystals finished exploding, and Ling Yuling's figure turned into light scattering across the sky, passing through the dome of Yuling Palace and drifting toward the Forbidden Ground behind the mountain.

Every ice crystal carried a faint icy blue Emperor's light, slowly falling into that undying divine coffin.

The coffin lid slowly closed, the Emperor runes lit up again, and everything returned to silence.

Lu Chen stood in the empty Yuling Palace.

The teacup was still warm, and the white jade chair where Revered Master had sat still retained a faint icy blue Emperor Dao spiritual light.

He walked out of Yuling Palace, all the way to the Forbidden Ground behind the mountain, without using any Spells.

The undying divine coffin lay quietly in the center of the Xuanbing Formation, the cracks on its surface already healed.

Lu Chen stood before the coffin.

Then he lifted his robes and knelt on both knees.

One kowtow, forehead touching the ground, the sound dull.

Two kowtows, three kowtows.

After the third kowtow, he didn't get up.

Three breaths later, Lu Chen stood up.

He brushed the dust off his knees and glanced at the undying divine coffin.

He turned and left, his footsteps very steady.

Returning to Xiaoyao Peak, the System's loli voice sounded in his mind.

[Host, it's okay, your Revered Master won't die! This System says so! I will protect Ling Yuling, not even the Heavenly Dao can keep her, I say so!]

[As long as you do your tasks well and satisfy me! There will be huge rewards! Extending her life is just a small problem!]