Chapter 631: You can

Li Chen smiled mysteriously: "That is natural. Their cultivation realms are far beyond yours, and their spiritual senses are sharp, so they can naturally perceive some 'auras' on me that are different from others."

"'Auras'?" Lu Mumu curiously walked around Li Chen, sensing carefully, but found nothing. "What aura? Why can't I feel it at all?"

Li Chen was amused by her silly actions and reached out to ruffle her hair: "With your meager cultivation, you naturally can't perceive it; you still need to cultivate diligently."

His tone paused, and he looked around at this snow-mountain fairyland, which was rich in spiritual energy and deserted. A meaningful smile curled his lips: "However, the path of cultivation is not just about sitting in meditation and seclusion.

The scenery here is unique, and the spiritual energy is abundant; it is a good place for dual cultivation and enlightenment. Why don't I give you some guidance now?"

Hearing this, Lu Mumu's cheeks instantly flushed, and even her ears turned bright red.

How could she not understand the implication in Li Chen's words? But now that she knew the other party's identity, that resistance had long since vanished, replaced by a kind of shyness and secret anticipation.

She gave a "Mm" sound as soft as a mosquito's hum, lowered her head, but showed no sign of refusal.

Two hours later, Li Chen appeared refreshed in the main hall of the Sumi Lingxiao Pavilion, drinking tea and chatting with True Person Ice Lotus, discussing some matters regarding the stability of the Northern Border and sect cooperation.

That is to say, the other major hidden sects had all reported to the imperial court; would their sect also send someone?

Li Chen spoke politely, but True Person Ice Lotus knew that there was indeed no choice. Since the Emperor had given so much face, not going would be ignorant.

True Person Ice Lotus also agreed, indicating that she would send someone to the Imperial Capital's Sect Affairs Department to handle the procedures.

Afterward, in Lu Mumu's exquisite boudoir in the back mountain, she was packing her luggage with slightly red cheeks, preparing to leave with His Majesty and properly enter the secular world.

Just at this moment, a rapid stream of light descended from the sky and landed in the courtyard, turning into a young man wearing a snow-white sword robe, tall and straight, with a handsome face but thick anger.

This person was the Senior Brother of the Sumi Lingxiao Pavilion's younger generation, the sect's designated next successor, Ling Jueyun!

He had entered the Observing Heaven Realm at only twenty-five, his talent was superb, his luck was with him, and he had constant encounters. He was a recognized top heaven-favored talent in the Northern Region, always arrogant and proud.

In his heart, he had long regarded the equally excellent and beautiful Lu Mumu as the only candidate for his future Taoist partner.

At this moment, Ling Jueyun heard that his Junior Sister was actually going to leave with a stranger, so he immediately interrupted an important experience outside and rushed back in a rage.

"Mumu!" Ling Jueyun strode into the room, his tone carrying suppressed anger and confusion. "You're leaving? Why didn't you discuss it with me beforehand? Who exactly is that guy surnamed Cheng? Why does he get to take you away?! I'm telling you, without my consent, no one can take you away!"

He was imposing, his sword intent hidden but not released, yet it had already caused the room's temperature to drop sharply.

The reason Ling Jueyun said this was because of his status; he was used to being arrogant.

Lu Mumu stopped what she was doing, turned around, and looked calmly at this Senior Brother who had always taken good care of her but was also too self-indulgent.

She sighed lightly: "Senior Brother Ling, my departure doesn't seem to require reporting to you."

"You!" Ling Jueyun saw her coldness and was even more furious. "Did that man coerce you? Tell me where he is! I'll go let him know that the heaven-favored talent of my Sumi Lingxiao Pavilion is not someone anyone can covet!"

Saying this, he turned and was about to rush toward the main hall to cause trouble.

Lu Mumu looked at his impulsive back and shook her head helplessly, saying softly: "It is His Majesty Li Chen of the Sage Realm who wants to take me away."

One sentence, like nine-day black ice, instantly froze all of Ling Jueyun's anger, arrogance, and impulsiveness.

He slammed on the brakes, turned back stiffly, the anger on his face replaced by extreme shock and disbelief, his voice extremely dry: "Sage... Sage Realm? His Majesty Li Chen?! The current Son of Heaven?!"

Lu Mumu nodded faintly.

The blood on Ling Jueyun's face instantly faded, the heaven-shaking momentum from just a moment ago vanished, replaced by a kind of deep powerlessness and lingering fear.

Sage Realm! And the Emperor who ruled the world! His little talent and achievements were probably no different from an ant in the other party's eyes!