52: Chapter 52 Daily Practice Attire—Yoga Style, a Must-Have!

Outside Sunset Grand Canyon, the crowd was bustling, yet the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Just as this mood began to spread, a sudden change occurred in the sky above.

"Roar—!"

A dragon's roar scattered the clouds across the sky.

Following that was a phoenix's cry and a Qilin's roar.

The eastern horizon was instantly dyed in three brilliant colors.

Crimson flames, deep purple lightning, and pure white Holy Light intertwined, spreading a light path of a thousand zhang across the sky, reaching directly above the canyon.

Rumble!

A golden flying boat crushed through the Void Realm as it arrived, its hull encrusted with top-grade spirit crystals, looking extremely luxurious.

Pulling the carriage were actually a descendant of a Fire Phoenix, a Thunder Flood Dragon, and a White Jade Qilin Beast.

This display was quite grand.

More importantly, these three exotic beasts pulling the carriage actually possessed terrifying auras, only one step away from entering the Sendai Realm.

Using Quasi-Great-Power level exotic beasts to pull a carriage?

The war chariot hovered above everyone's heads, looking down from a high vantage point at the crowd below.

Two women and one man stood on the carriage.

The man in the center wore a purple-gold python robe and a golden hair crown. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, with an extremely haughty expression.

The woman on the left wore a light red dress with an ethereal temperament; the woman on the right wore purple clothes, had a cold and elegant Face, and carried a long zither on her back.

"Central Plains... Jiang Family!"

Yan Lie, the red-haired old man from Starry Pavilion, his pupils shrank sharply as he recognized the ancient flag fluttering in the wind on the war chariot.

That character "Jiang" was written in Primordial Divine Script, exuding a heart-palpitating Imperial Aura.

"Not just the Jiang Family." Xue Ji from Southern Immortal Palace took a deep breath.

"That's Ji Linger, the little princess of the Central Plains' Ji Family, and Nangong Ziyi, the Prodigy of the Nangong Clan... The prodigies of the three top clans of the Central Plains are traveling together. I saw them not long ago!"

Although the Eastern Wasteland was vast, it was ultimately a step behind the unfathomably deep foundations of the Central Plains.

The purple-robed man scanned the crowd, smiled contemptuously, and his voice rang out, infused with spiritual power:

"This is the Eastern Wasteland? It's nothing special."

He casually waved his sleeve:

"Those in front, move aside. This Young Lord is in a hurry. If I bump into any of you, my Jiang Family will not be responsible."

Before his voice even fell, he casually threw out a token.

The token expanded in the air, transforming into a towering phantom of a divine mountain. That was the Saint Token of the Taichu Holy Land, not to mention the identity token of the Ancient Jiang Family hanging at his waist.

This wasn't just relying on his father; he had brought out eighteen generations of ancestors!

The people from the several overlord forces had extremely ugly expressions.

The leading Elder of the Zixiao Holy Land was named Perfected Purple Thunder, who had a fiery temper.

Looking at Jiang Yifei's overbearing manner, he couldn't help but cold snort:

"Junior from the Central Plains, this is the Eastern Wasteland! Even if you're from the Central Plains, you must follow the rules!"

"Oh?"

Jiang Yifei raised an eyebrow. Instead of getting angry, he looked as if he had heard a joke.

He looked down at Perfected Purple Thunder, his lips curling into a playful arc:

"Zixiao Holy Land? I remember now."

Jiang Yifei tapped his head, his voice suddenly rising an octave, for fear that others wouldn't hear:

"It's that... Zixiao Holy Land whose Quasi-Emperor Old Ancestor was stripped naked and hung on the mountain gate archway to be displayed like cured meat?"

Pfft!

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Perfected Purple Thunder's old Face instantly turned beet red. Lightning surged all over his body, and his Saint pressure leaked out uncontrollably, causing the surrounding space to creak.

These words accurately struck the Zixiao Holy Land's sore spot.

This was the greatest humiliation for the Zixiao Holy Land in ten thousand years. Now, the scar was being torn open in public, and a handful of salt was thrown on it!

"What? Want to make a move?"

Jiang Yifei didn't panic at all. He even leaned forward and pointed at his neck:

"Come, hit me right here. If you dare touch a single hair on my head, believe it or not, by this time tomorrow, your Zixiao Holy Land will be removed from the Central Plains?"

Perfected Purple Thunder's raised hand froze in mid-air, trembling violently.

Did he dare?

He didn't dare.

That was the Ancient Jiang Family with an Emperor's foundation, not to mention the Ji and Nangong families nearby.

Even Old Ghost Wanxue of the Wanhua Immortal Gate was currently shrinking back into his blood cloud, remaining silent and pretending not to hear.

Five Saint-level experts of the Eastern Wasteland were being insulted to their Faces by three juniors in the Dragon Transformation Realm, yet they didn't even dare to fart.

Seeing this scene, countless Cultivators below felt both aggrieved and helpless.

This was background! This was power!

And not far away.

On the giant tower ship flying the flag of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce, the atmosphere inside the barrier was completely different.

Lu Chen was still lying on the soft chair. Su Qiyue was stuffing peeled lychees into his mouth, and Yun Qianyue's nine fluffy tails were covering his legs.

"Did you see that?"

Lu Chen pointed at Jiang Yifei outside, conducting an on-site teaching session for his disciples.

"This is what you call a negative example."

Lu Chen shook his head with a preaching look:

"Like this kid, self-destructing at the start and opening a map cannon to offend everyone right away—that's the worst strategy."

Leng Qingqiu held her Imperial Sword and said coldly, "But he did indeed intimidate everyone."

"Intimidate?" Lu Chen sneered.

"That's because the ancestors behind him haven't all died out yet. This kind of posturing relies entirely on background support. Once he meets a hothead or a desperate person, he'll die faster than anyone."

Lu Chen grabbed a handful of melon seeds, cracking them loudly:

"Remember your Revered Master's words: apply pressure in moderation."

"You can step on someone's Face, but you can't step on their balls."

"His words just now might have felt satisfying, but they also offended the Zixiao Holy Land to the death."

"Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall. If this old man loses his mind and kills him in a mutual destruction, even if the Jiang Family wipes out the Zixiao Holy Land later, won't he be dead himself?"

"Identity is meant to put pressure on others, not for self-exposure and arrogance."

"Make others fear you, respect you, and ideally, not even dare to hate you."

Yun Qianyue blinked her peach-blossom eyes, her fox ears twitching, and said coquettishly:

"Revered Master is right~ Then if it were Revered Master, what would you do?"

"Me?"

Lu Chen was just about to preach a bit more.

Just then, the familiar System notification sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host is being passively affected by the posturing of the 'Central Plains Prodigies'!]

[Temporary Mission Issued: How can you let your disciples lose Face when traveling?]

[Mission Description: The opponent's display is too grand, seriously affecting the host's image as 'Number One in the World' in the hearts of the disciples. As a qualified Revered Master, please show the world your Imperial majesty and reclaim the field! Let them know who the real T0 version is!]

[Mission Reward: Saint Grade Daily Cultivation Wear—Yoga Style × 10 sets (Uses a Fusion process of Celestial Silk and Elastic Lycra, breathable and sweat-absorbent, perfectly fitting and outlining the body shape—truly an essential divine item for disciples' cultivation!)]

Snap.

Lu Chen's gaze instantly became sharp.

Like a hunter seeing prey—no, more like seeing a peerless treasure!

Yoga clothes? Showing off the figure?

The high-cold image of Leng Qingqiu practicing swords in black yoga clothes, the enchanting figure of Yun Qianyue practicing charm techniques in pink yoga clothes, and the Su Sisters... instantly appeared in Lu Chen's mind.

Slurp! It'll definitely be a feast for the eyes!

"System, you're wrong to think that."

Lu Chen said righteously in his heart.

"Am I the kind of person who covets rewards? I mainly can't stand these kids from the Central Plains being so arrogant! This isn't just for the disciples' Face, but also to maintain the dignity of the Eastern Wasteland's cultivation world!"

He sat up from the soft chair and pushed aside Yun Qianyue's tail.

"Revered Master?" Yun Qianyue looked at him in confusion, the tip of her tail curling up aggrievedly.

Lu Chen straightened his collar. The lazy aura on his body instantly dissipated, replaced by a deep and unfathomable calmness.

He slowly stood up, walked to the bow of the ship, and stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the gale.

"Disciples."

Lu Chen's voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Your Revered Master suddenly feels that I cannot be too low-key, otherwise it would lose too much Face for you all! It makes it seem like I, the Emperor, have no—style!"

ps:

Thanks to Ye Yuan Shen for the 'power generation'!

Thanks to Wan Yuan~ for the 'power generation'!

Thanks to Wei Jian Xiang Ban for the 'power generation'!

This humble author is giving you New Year's greetings! Wishing you great luck in the Year of the Horse, great wealth, and to find a partner immediately!

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