162: Chapter 162 Hiding things here, you really have the nerve to hold it in, you really have the patience!

Ji Ziyue stopped wasting her breath.

She splayed the fingers of her right hand and grabbed out, and in an instant...

In an instant, the Great Void Technique spread from her palm, and the invisible Spatial Law condensed into chains, precisely locking onto Nangong Ziyi's limbs.

Nangong Ziyi's body was yanked off the water's surface, her entire person pulled into mid-air, her limbs fixed by the Spatial Law, suspended in the clouds in a spread-eagled posture.

Creek water dripped from the hem of her soaked Black Robe, one drop after another, falling into the stream ten zhang below, splashing into fine droplets.

The morning breeze poured up from the valley, blowing that Black Robe until it billowed.

The neckline slid down to her shoulders, the hem of the robe was lifted by the wind, two sections of fair, tender calves hung in mid-air, toes curling in nervousness.

Nangong Ziyi struggled desperately, the crimson-gold flames of her Heavenly Yin Fire God Physique seeping out from under her skin, attempting to burn through the spatial chains.

It was useless.

The spiritual energy of the Xiantai Fourth Layer struck the Spatial Law of the Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level, not even stirring up a single ripple.

Ji Ziyue hovered three feet opposite her, the skirt of her purple palace gown remaining unstained by dust in the wind.

Her phoenix eyes swept Nangong Ziyi from head to toe.

Her gaze was neither rushed nor slow, carrying scrutiny and certainty.

"You swore a poisonous oath in front of Lu Chen, saying that you had no medicine on you."

Ji Ziyue's voice was faint, a cold sneer curling the corners of her mouth.

"You even let him search all your Storage Pouches and spatial rings, and he found nothing."

She drifted half a step forward.

"You dared to bet your immortal path and swear that it wasn't in your storage space, which means..."

Her gaze slid down from Nangong Ziyi's face, passing over her neck, passing over her collarbones, passing over the contours of her body clung to by the soaked Black Robe, all the way down.

"You hid the item on your Physical Body."

Nangong Ziyi's eyes darted away.

Ji Ziyue saw her reaction, the arc of her mouth widening by a fraction.

"Don't worry, this big sister will carefully examine your body for you, and by the way, give your lower body a good wash, rinse it well with water, lest you end up carrying a little baby!"

Ji Ziyue's Divine Sense was released.

The Divine Sense of the Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level transformed into an extremely fine golden mesh, starting from the top of Nangong Ziyi's head, sweeping down inch by inch.

Nangong Ziyi knew that feeling all too well.

The Divine Sense swept over her skin; it wasn't a touch, it was a penetration.

Every inch of skin, Meridians, and pores had nowhere to hide under the coverage of the Divine Sense.

Nangong Ziyi's face flushed red instantly.

"Indecent assault!"

Her scream tore through the tranquility of the valley.

"You old hag! You have no shame! How dare you lay hands on me!"

She twisted her body frantically, but her limbs were firmly locked by the Spatial Law; she couldn't even move a finger.

Hanging in mid-air, the soaked Black Robe slid up and down with her struggles, a section of her waist exposed from between the hems of the robe, dazzlingly white.

"You pervert! You're even more of a hooligan than a man!"

Ji Ziyue turned a deaf ear.

Her Divine Sense swept over Nangong Ziyi's hair, behind her ears, and her neck—no abnormalities. It swept over her shoulders, arms, and between her fingers—all clean.

She skipped over her chest.

It wasn't that she didn't want to search, but it was unnecessary.

Nangong Ziyi was wearing Lu Chen's Black Robe, and there was nothing underneath; the contours of her chest were fully visible under the soaked fabric, and nothing could be hidden there.

She also skipped over her waist and abdomen.

The same logic applied; the Black Robe clung to her body, her waist and abdomen were flat, and only normal spiritual energy flowed through her Meridians, without any sign of Formation fluctuations.

Ji Ziyue's Divine Sense sank directly to her lower body.

Nangong Ziyi's struggles suddenly intensified.

"You!"

Her voice changed pitch, shifting from anger to terror. The provocation in her peach blossom eyes vanished, replaced by genuine panic.

Ji Ziyue's phoenix eyes brightened.

This reaction—it was correct.

The Divine Sense continued downward.

It swept over her lower abdomen and the sides of her hips.

Further down, the outer thighs.

Ji Ziyue frowned slightly.

Then her Divine Sense probed toward the inner thighs of Nangong Ziyi.

Nangong Ziyi's body tensed, her breathing so rapid she couldn't make a sound. Her face turned from red to white, then from white to red, her entire person trembling violently within the spatial chains.

"Ji Ziyue! That's enough!"

Ji Ziyue's Divine Sense paused.

A trace of Formation fluctuation came from the root of Nangong Ziyi's thighs.

Ji Ziyue recognized that Formation pattern.

Nangong Waner's exclusive concealment technique, the "Hidden Immortal Formation."

And the location of this Formation pattern was in the most intimate, most insane, and most beautiful spot on Nangong Ziyi.

This most secret, most private location, which no proper man would ever search or probe with Divine Sense.

Ji Ziyue let out a cold laugh.

"No wonder Lu Chen couldn't find it."

Her phoenix eyes moved from the root of Nangong Ziyi's thighs to her face, speaking word by word.

"As a dignified Great Emperor, even after eating you clean last night, he never even thought in that direction."

She paused for a beat.

"I must hand it to you for coming up with this, hiding the medicine here."

Nangong Ziyi's face turned ashen.

The last glimmer of hope in her peach blossom eyes was completely extinguished. This location was taught to her by her aunt, Nangong Waner, who said that her man would never search there in his lifetime.

Her aunt said: "If a man sees you here, he will forget his original purpose and change his goal!"

"Senior Ziyue, don't... if you want to take it out, remember to be slow!"

Nangong Ziyi's voice trembled, carrying a crying tone.

Ji Ziyue didn't give her a chance to finish.

She beckoned with her jade hand.

The Spatial Law of the Great Void Technique condensed at her fingertips, turning into an extremely thin silver thread that ignored physical distance and pierced directly through the robe on Nangong Ziyi's body.

Nangong Ziyi's body jolted violently, and she let out a short, sharp scream.

The silver thread precisely touched the root of her thigh; the Spatial Law collided with the concealment Formation, emitting a very faint "hum."

The Formation pattern shattered.

An extremely tiny pink jade bottle was extracted from the depths of Nangong Ziyi's skirt by the Spatial Law, passing through the fabric and flying into Ji Ziyue's palm.

The jade bottle was the size of a thumb, the bottle body warm, exuding a faint pink fluorescent glow.

The stopper was sealed tight, and the residual medicine inside made a faint sound as it swayed.

Nangong Ziyi hung in mid-air, her entire person drained of strength, her head hanging down, long hair covering most of her face.

Her trump card was gone.

Ji Ziyue held the jade bottle up to her eyes, her phoenix eyes examining it carefully for two breaths.

Then she brought the jade bottle to the tip of her nose and sniffed it gently.

Her brows first arched, then her phoenix eyes curved, and the arc of her mouth lifted bit by bit.

She laughed.

She laughed wantonly, she laughed ostentatiously, but because that face was truly born too well, with phoenix eyes full of spring and red lips slightly parted, the way she laughed didn't look lewd, but instead enchanting to the bone, full of charm.

She looked down at the body of the jade bottle.

There was a thin layer of water stains on it.

It wasn't creek water; this layer of water stain carried temperature, carrying the warmth of a human body.

Ji Ziyue raised her head and looked at Nangong Ziyi, who was hanging in mid-air.

"Little sister."

Nangong Ziyi's shoulders shuddered.

Ji Ziyue twirled the jade bottle at her fingertips, her thumb brushing over the layer of warm water stains on the bottle body, and she sniffed it again under her nose, her smile deepening.

"You clamped this jade bottle in that place of yours."

She paused for a beat, her tongue slowly licking her lower lip, the light in her phoenix eyes terrifyingly bright.

"It really was hidden quite secretively."

She drifted half a step forward, her voice lowered to a level only the two of them could hear.

"Emperor Yun chased you, asking, searching your Storage Pouch, searching your spatial ring, turning everything upside down."

Her fingers pinched the jade bottle, shaking it in front of Nangong Ziyi.

"And you just clamped it like that, without a peep, without changing your expression, and even dared to swear a poisonous oath."

Her phoenix eyes curved into crescent moons, the arc of her mouth widening to the extreme.

"Little sister! You truly can hold it, you truly can endure it."

Nangong Ziyi hung in mid-air, her face buried in her long hair, her small face flushed red, unable to say a word.

Ji Ziyue tucked the jade bottle into her sleeve, straightened her wide sleeves, and resumed a dignified and gentle posture.

She raised her hand and undid the spatial chains.

Nangong Ziyi plummeted from mid-air, splashing into the creek with a thud, sending water spraying three feet high.

Ji Ziyue hovered above the surface of the creek, looking down at the disheveled Nangong Ziyi in the water, her phoenix eyes smiling, her voice unhurried.