48: Chapter 48 I'm poor! But a rich woman will carry me to new heights!

Two hours later, Yunxiao Holy Land plaza.

The plaza was packed with people, and colorful flags fluttered all around.

Mo Wentian had clearly treated this trip to the Azure Emperor's Secret Realm as a mobilization meeting for the revival of the Holy Land.

Not only did the Saint Lin Bufan and the Saintess Shen Mengyao arrive, but he also handpicked eighteen Core Disciples.

"Quiet!"

Mo Wentian, dressed in his finest ceremonial robes, stood on the high platform with a solemn expression.

"This trip to the Secret Realm, led personally by Ancestor Lu, is a once-in-a-thousand-year Opportunity for our Yunxiao Holy Land! You all must obey the orders of Ancestor Lu and display the Divine Might of our Holy Land!"

"Display our Divine Might! Display our Divine Might!"

The Disciples shouted in unison, their gazes focused on the figure standing at the very front.

Lu Chen was holding a wine gourd, his eyelids drooping, looking as if he hadn't woken up yet.

Behind him stood Leng Qingqiu, Yun Qianyue, and the Su Sisters.

Leng Qingqiu remained expressionless; Yun Qianyue had put away her nine tails, leaving only her peach-blossom eyes darting around; the Su Sisters stood on either side.

"Junior Brother." Mo Wentian leaned in, rubbing his hands together, and said with an expectant look.

"The auspicious time has arrived. Please bring out your dharma vehicle, Junior Brother, and take the Disciples on our way!"

Everyone's eyes instantly focused on Lu Chen.

Everyone was guessing what kind of vehicle this legendary Emperor Yun would have. Would it be a carriage pulled by nine Dragons? Or the legendary Void Realm Divine Boat?

Lu Chen scratched his head.

A dharma vehicle? What was that?

In all his years as an Emperor, whenever he went out, he either tore through the Void Realm directly or used his sword.

As for this kind of large transport tool that could carry dozens of people...

Sorry, he really did not have one; he was poor, and the ones he had seized had already been exchanged for money.

"Ahem."

Lu Chen coughed tactically and untied the sword-nurturing gourd from his waist.

"Well... how about everyone just squeeze in? I'll make this gourd bigger, it should be fine."

The wind blew across the plaza, rolling up a few withered leaves.

The admiration on the Saint Lin Bufan's Face froze.

That's a wine gourd? You want the Saintess and the Core Disciples to hang onto a gourd and fly to the Secret Realm?

The image was too beautiful to look at.

"Junior Brother..." Mo Wentian's mouth twitched.

"We are, after all, a Holy Land. If we go like this, our Face..."

"How much is Face worth?" Lu Chen retorted righteously. "Isn't flying there enough? What more do you need?"

Although he said that, Lu Chen also felt it was a bit embarrassing.

After all, he was taking his Disciples to show off, not to lose Face.

He sighed, his gaze passing over the crowd, looking at the glittering palace at the foot of the mountain.

It seemed he still had to rely on a rich woman.

"Wait here." Lu Chen left those words behind, his figure flashed, and he disappeared instantly.

At the foot of the mountain, the Wanbao Palace.

Wei Hongyu was lazily leaning on a soft couch, holding the broken wooden comb Lu Chen had given her, measuring it against the mirror.

"The wood grain isn't even polished smooth; it's truly crude." Despite the complaining words, her eyes were very gentle.

"Hum."

Space fluctuated, and Lu Chen's figure appeared out of thin air.

"Little Fishy, are you busy?" Lu Chen put on a bright smile, sat down on the edge of the couch as if he were at home, and casually picked up a grape and stuffed it into his mouth. "It's really sweet."

Wei Hongyu glanced at him sideways, tucked the wooden comb into her sleeve, and said with a half-smile:

"You never visit without a reason. With so many people waiting above, why did you run here to me? What, did you figure it out and plan to marry into my family?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?" Lu Chen said sternly.

"It's just that... does our firm have that kind of, bigger, flashier ship? Lend it to me to use."

"A ship?" Wei Hongyu raised an eyebrow. "You, a dignified Emperor, don't even have a flying boat?"

"Low profile, I call this being low profile." Lu Chen's Face didn't turn red and his heart didn't race. "Besides, the things I use to fly have too much Killing Intent; I'm afraid of scaring the little ones."

Wei Hongyu rolled her eyes.

Poor is poor; so many excuses.

"I do have one, actually."

Wei Hongyu sat up straight, her fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"The latest model of the wanbao treasure ship, made entirely of star steel, comes with a Saint-Grade defensive Formation, built-in spirit-gathering arrays, hot springs, luxury suites, and travels a million miles a day."

Lu Chen's eyes lit up: "That's the one! Lend it to me!"

"On what grounds?" Wei Hongyu leaned forward, her elegant and noble Face closing in on Lu Chen, carrying a sense of pressure.

"Brothers settle accounts clearly. The construction cost of this ship is three hundred million Spirit Stones, and the rent is one million Top-Grade Spirit Stones per day. Are you paying?"

Lu Chen clutched his chest: "Talking about money hurts our relationship."

"If we aren't talking about money, then let's talk about something else." A crafty arc curled the corner of Wei Hongyu's mouth.

She reached out a finger and lifted Lu Chen's chin.

"If talking about money hurts our relationship, then let's talk about our relationship."

Before Lu Chen could react, Wei Hongyu's gorgeous Face suddenly magnified.

Mmph!

Two warm, rosy lips, carrying a faint scent of rouge, were domineeringly pressed against Lu Chen's lips.

Lu Chen widened his eyes.

This woman was serious!

Wei Hongyu kissed very forcefully; it didn't feel like flirting, but more like stamping a seal.

She even playfully bit Lu Chen's lower lip until she tasted his tongue before letting go.

"Smack."

Wei Hongyu licked her lips and said with an aftertaste: "Hmm, the taste is not bad."

Lu Chen covered his mouth, looking startled: "You're taking advantage of the situation! I am an Emperor! It costs a lot to sell myself!"

"Cut the crap." Wei Hongyu casually threw out a golden shuttle.

"Take it. Use whatever is in the ship. If you break it, dirty it, or leave water stains on the bed..."

Her eyes turned sharp: "Then you'll have to compensate me with yourself."

Lu Chen grabbed the shuttle and turned to run: "Fine, you win! I'll remember this debt!"

Watching Lu Chen's retreating figure, Wei Hongyu laughed and lay back down on the soft couch.

"Silly guy. Sigh! No, I have to go too! Wait for me!"

Rumble—!

Above the firmament, bursts of roars came.

A huge shadow slowly covered the entire plaza.

Everyone looked up and was instantly stunned.

They saw a giant ship, a thousand feet long, breaking through the clouds.

The hull was iridescent, carved with beams and painted rafters, and the bow was a huge golden Dragon head, exuding a suffocating aura of treasure.

On both sides of the gunwale hung huge "Wanbao" flags, fluttering in the wind.

This ship was glowing with treasure light, extremely luxurious.

"Is this Ancestor Lu's vehicle?" Lin Bufan opened his mouth wide, drool almost flowing out.

"It's too luxurious!" Shen Mengyao's beautiful eyes widened.

Lu Chen stood at the bow, hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering.

Although his lips were a bit swollen, it didn't affect his temperament at this moment.

"Board the ship!" Lu Chen waved his hand, his voice indifferent.

"Yes!"

The Disciples cheered loudly and scrambled to fly onto the treasure ship.

Is this the treatment of hanging out with an Emperor? Too good!

However, just as everyone had boarded the ship and was preparing to set sail.

"Boom!"

In the direction of the back mountain of Xiaoyao Peak, a crimson beam of light shot into the sky, dyeing half the sky red.

A high temperature swept over, and even the air was burned to distortion.

A vast Saintly aura pressed down along with it.

Then, within that firelight, a graceful figure stepped through the air.

A red dress like fire, split to the root of her thighs, revealing a pair of slender and straight jade legs.

A head of fiery red long hair danced wildly with the wind, her Face was peerless and enchanting, and a red lotus mark flickered between her brows.

Every step she took, a red lotus bloomed under her feet; step by step, lotuses were born, and her Saintly aura was powerful.

"That is a Saint!" Lin Bufan said.

Since when did Yunxiao Holy Land have another Saint! And this aura is even stronger than the Holy Master's!

The Disciples present hadn't been qualified to attend the banquet last time, so naturally, they didn't recognize her.

In the terrified and awe-struck gazes of everyone, the red-dressed woman landed directly on the deck of the treasure ship.

She ignored everyone around her and walked quickly to Lu Chen.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, she knelt on both knees and performed a standard slave salute.

Her gorgeous Face was full of respect.

"Yan Lingji, pays respects to Master."

"My cultivation has stabilized, so I have come to report to Master."

Yan Lingji raised her head, her eyes saying with fanaticism.

"I also want to go on this trip to the Secret Realm; let me open the way!"

A female Saint with powerful aura and peerless looks!

Calling herself a slave and wanting to open the way for Lu Chen.

Is this the strength of an Emperor!

Lu Chen looked at Yan Lingji, feeling satisfied, the corners of his mouth rising; she was the one who could provide emotional value.

This feeling, not bad.

"Get up."

Yan Lingji stood up obediently and naturally stood behind Lu Chen, glancing at Leng Qingqiu and Yun Qianyue.

Her gaze was clearly a show of force to the other two.

Leng Qingqiu tightened her grip on her sword hilt, and Yun Qianyue narrowed her fox eyes.

The atmosphere between them became tense.

Lu Chen only felt a chill down his back and quickly waved his hand:

"Set sail! Target, Azure Emperor's Secret Realm!"