120: Chapter 120 Jade Pool's Former Holy Master, Yu Yao!

Above the high platform, the hand holding the teacup stiffened for a moment.

Her gaze cut through the dense crowd in the square and locked onto that wooden hairpin.

Enlightenment Tree branch.

This thing is rare.

The branch was broken off and whittled into a hairpin; only one person would be capable of such a waste.

Lu Chen.

Yu Yao set down her teacup, her fingers interlaced on her lap.

The judge beside her, Alchemy Tower Elder Qin Cangsong, turned his head to look at her.

"Saint Yu Yao, what is wrong?"

"It is nothing."

Yu Yao's voice was steady, and her expression remained unchanged.

But her Divine Sense had already pinned itself onto Lu Chen like a searchlight, not moving an inch.

Memories surged up from the deepest depths.

That was a hundred years ago.

At that time, Lu Chen had not yet become an Emperor, but he was already the most troublesome Devil King in all of Central Province.

He was handsome, had a sweet mouth, was bolder than the heavens, and his skin was thicker than a city wall.

When he first went to Yaochi Holy Land, he claimed he was there to pay a visit.

Yaochi only accepted female Disciples; men were barred from entry. He used the Transformation Technique given by the System, dressed as a woman, and climbed over the wall to get in.

Climbing over the wall was one thing, but he also snatched Yao Xi's bodice and tucked it into his robes.

The first time he went to Yaochi Holy Land, the entire place exploded.

Three thousand female Disciples chased him across the mountains and plains:

"You lecher! You stole the Saintess's bodice last time you came, and you are definitely here to steal ours this time. You better stay under our watch so you don't get sticky fingers!"

He could only run, shouting back as he fled:

"Stop chasing me! Fairies, you are too enthusiastic! I am scared; I am an introverted person!"

Yao Xi was so furious on the spot that she chased him for three months without returning, and she was a different person when she finally came back.

As the Former Saint, Yu Yao ran into that brat Lu Chen when he was bathing by the spirit spring behind Yaochi.

He had just stolen Yao Xi's bodice and was drying it on a rock nearby, intending to use it as a bath towel.

"Brat, do you know what kind of trouble you have caused? This is my exclusive spirit spring!"

At that time, Yu Yao was already a Pseudo-Emperor Fifth Level, with a transcendent status in Central Province.

She wore plain white Daoist robes and spoke in a gentle tone, intending to use her status as a Senior to properly teach this reckless young man a lesson.

Lu Chen looked up at her.

Then he said one sentence.

"Wow, what a beautiful Fairy, wealthy sister. One look at your makeup, outfit, and your chest shows you have power."

Yu Yao was stunned.

She had lived for over ten thousand years and had been called Senior, Saint, Master, and Fellow Daoist, but no one had ever called her "Fairy, wealthy sister."

She was not upset.

To be honest, being called that by a very handsome young female junior made her feel a bit refreshed.

She had stayed in Yaochi for too long and loved cute, beautiful, and lively women!

So she did not take action, but sat down instead, speaking to the cross-dressed Lu Chen in the tone of a Senior.

She told him that stealing other female cultivators' intimate clothing was not polite.

Lu Chen listened very carefully, nodding frequently.

"Sister is right; you are right to teach me."

"Sister is so beautiful, everything you say is correct."

Yu Yao was coaxed into a great mood, feeling that although this young man was mischievous, his nature was not bad and he could repent.

Then Lu Chen stood up and walked in front of her.

"I will return the item, Sister, please don't be upset anymore, okay?"

Yu Yao squinted, nodding in enjoyment.

Lu Chen stood up too quickly, and she did not dodge. The two collided, and Lu Chen left a mark on her lips.

It was very short, less than a breath.

But that sensation—it had been a hundred years, and Yu Yao remembered it clearly.

Warm, soft, with the coolness of the spirit spring water.

She was petrified on the spot, and by the time she reacted, Lu Chen had long since vanished using a Random Teleportation Talisman.

The bodice was taken away as well.

Later, Yao Xi went to Yunxiao Holy Land to demand it back.

Yunxiao Holy Land replied:

"Our Junior Brother Lu said he did not take it! As a Saint, how could he do such a vulgar thing? Do you know what a Saint is?"

Later on, Lu Chen became an Emperor.

He shattered the Heavenly Gate with one punch and dominated the ages.

The entire Human Realm was spreading his name, saying he was cold and ruthless, decisive in killing, and the Great Emperor with the most hope of Ascension in the last hundred thousand years.

Every time Yu Yao heard this, she wanted to laugh.

Cold and ruthless?

Kissing someone and running away, not even returning the bodice—is this called cold and ruthless?

Memory faded.

Yu Yao's gaze refocused on Lu Chen in the square.

Several hundred years had passed, but this scoundrel had not changed at all.

Still that same devil-may-care look.

The only thing that had changed was the women around him.

Three of them.

A mature woman in a purple flowing Fairy dress stood at his right hand, holding a plate of grapes and feeding them into his mouth.

Yu Yao recognized the woman's figure and demeanor at a glance: Ji Family, Ji Ziyue, Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level.

A youthful and lively little girl was squatting at his feet, gnawing on a spirit fruit, her twin tails swinging back and forth.

There was also a cold and beautiful young girl sitting against his arm, with half her body leaning on him.

Yu Yao's fingers tapped twice on her knee.

He kissed her and ran away back then, not coming to Yaochi for a hundred years.

Now, it was even worse—he was surrounded by women right in front of her.

One beautiful wealthy sister was not enough; he needed three little ones?

Yu Yao picked up her teacup and took a sip.

The tea was good tea, but she tasted vinegar.

In the square.

Lu Chen was watching Ye Qingxian and Nangong Ziyi holding their contestant number plates and chattering away, when suddenly his back felt cold.

That feeling was very familiar.

It was not killing intent, nor hostility.

It was something even more terrifying: the resentment of a woman.

He had felt it many times from Jiang Yi, Nangong Waner, Yao Xi, and Wei Hongyu; it could not be wrong.

Lu Chen turned his head.

His gaze crossed the crowd, crossed the square, and landed on the nine-story high platform.

In the center of the judge's seat.

Dressed in plain white palace attire, with wide sleeves hanging down, the collar embroidered with faint Yaochi lotus patterns in silver thread.

A moon-white silk belt tied around her waist, binding it loosely yet accentuating the curves above and below.

Her long hair was tied into a flying Fairy bun, with a green jade hairpin inserted diagonally, and a few strands of hair hanging by her ears, swaying gently with the wind.

Her legs were crossed, the plain white hem of her skirt hanging from her knees, the rounded knees faintly visible under the gauze-like fabric.

A piece of fair skin was exposed at the ankle, wearing a green jade anklet.

Dignified, gentle, and poised.

But those eyes were not right; Yu Yao was looking at him.

The corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, her lips curled in a smile that wasn't quite a smile, and her gaze was wrapped in thirty percent teasing, thirty percent resentment, and forty percent certainty of "You are finished."

It was the kind of look where you owed me money and ran away for decades, and now I bumped into you on the street—guess how I feel?

Lu Chen's hand subconsciously touched his nose.

Then he quickly turned his head away.

Pretending not to know her, pretending to look at the sky.

But he still couldn't help but look over there, saying in his mouth that the sky was so long, so white, so big, and the sky was so perky!

The corners of Yu Yao's mouth curled up, and a sound transmission formed by Divine Sense precisely drilled into Lu Chen's ear.

"Am I no longer your wealthy sister?"

The voice was gentle, carrying the charm accumulated over hundreds of years.

"You tricked Sister's feelings back then, kissed me and ran away, and haven't come to Yaochi for hundreds of years."

"Now, it's even worse, flirting with others right in front of me."

"Lu Chen, has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

Lu Chen's temple twitched, but he did not explain.

He had rolled in the Mortal World for so many years and knew one truth.

The best way to deal with emotional debts is to face them—let's do it!

He took the initiative to send a sound transmission back.

"Sister."

His voice was lazy, but carried just the right amount of sincerity.

"I remember you. Being young and frivolous back then and kissing you was my fault."

He paused.

"If you want me to take responsibility, I will."

"I have always liked you, Sister."

On the high platform, the hand Yu Yao used to hold the teacup shook slightly.

A few drops of tea spilled onto the back of her hand.

She had not expected Lu Chen to be so direct—no quibbling, no feigning ignorance, just admitting it.

Yu Yao wiped the tea off the back of her hand, the curve of her mouth widening a little.

She sent a sound transmission back, her tone filled with laughter.

"Sister doesn't want you to take responsibility now."

Lu Chen was stunned.

"Take responsibility for my Disciple first."

Yu Yao's voice was slow and leisurely.

"Sister is old and can't persuade her anymore; you help Sister take care of her."

"Wait until you have taken good care of my Disciple, then come and take responsibility to Sister."

"Can you do that?"

Lu Chen's face turned black.

"Damn it."

"Is this asking for a master-Disciple combo?"

He looked back at Yu Yao on the high platform.

The woman was raising her teacup at him, her phoenix eyes curved, smiling gently yet dangerously.

Lu Chen withdrew his gaze, looked up at the sky, and sighed:

When young, I didn't know the Saint was a treasure, treating her Disciple as a gem.

I kissed Saint Sister once, then I turned and ran.

Meeting again after hundreds of years, Saint Sister hasn't aged.

Now the emotional debts have piled up like a mountain, the interest has doubled again and again, and I cannot pay the principal.

Sister smiles and hands me a teacup, but alas, my waist hasn't recovered yet!