I just reached the maximum level, and you want me to be a puppet emperor?

Chapter 631 You can't get by without some solid skills! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
Li Chen smiled mysteriously: "That's natural. Their cultivation level far surpasses yours, and their spiritual senses are sharp, so they can naturally sense some unique 'aura' on me."

"Aura?" Lu Mumu curiously circled around Li Chen, carefully sensing him, but found nothing. "What aura? I can't sense it at all?"

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

He paused, glanced around at the spiritually rich and secluded snow-capped mountain paradise, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "However, the path of cultivation is not limited to meditation and seclusion."
"This place is exceptionally beautiful and full of spiritual energy; it's the perfect spot for dual cultivation and enlightenment. Perhaps I could instruct you now?"

Upon hearing this, Lü Mumu's cheeks flushed instantly, and even the roots of her ears turned bright red.

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

She gave a barely audible "hmm," lowered her head, but showed no sign of refusal.

Two hours later, Li Chen reappeared in the main hall of the Sumeru Lingxiao Pavilion, looking refreshed. He chatted and drank tea with True Person Binglian, discussing matters concerning the stability of the Northern Territory and cooperation between sects.

In other words, the other major reclusive sects have all come to the imperial court to report. Will your sect also send someone?

Li Chen spoke politely, but True Person Binglian knew that there was really no other choice. The emperor had already given them so much face, and it would be disrespectful not to go.

Master Binglian agreed, saying she would send someone to the Imperial Capital's Department of Religious Affairs to handle the formalities.

Back in the mountains, in Lü Mumu's exquisite boudoir, she was packing her belongings with a slightly flushed face, preparing to leave with His Majesty and properly enter the mortal world.

Just then, a streak of light descended from the sky and landed in the courtyard, transforming into a young man dressed in a snow-white sword robe, with a tall and handsome figure, yet filled with intense anger.

This person is none other than Ling Jueyun, the senior disciple of the younger generation of Sumeru Lingxiao Pavilion and the sect's designated next successor!

He had already entered the Heavenly Observation Realm at the young age of twenty-five. He was exceptionally talented, blessed with good fortune, and had many fortuitous encounters. He was recognized as a top genius in the Northern Region and was always arrogant and haughty.

He had already decided in his heart that Lü Mumu, who was equally outstanding and beautiful, was the only choice for his future Daoist partner.

Upon hearing that his junior sister was about to leave with a strange man, Ling Jueyun immediately abandoned his important training outside and rushed back in a rage.

"Mu Mu!" Ling Jueyun strode into the room, his tone filled with barely suppressed anger and confusion. "You want to leave? Why didn't you discuss it with me beforehand? Who exactly is this Cheng guy? What right does he have to take you away?! Let me tell you, no one can take you away without my permission!"

He was menacing, his sword intent concealed yet still causing the room temperature to plummet.

Ling Jueyun said that because of his status, he was used to being arrogant.

Lu Mumu stopped what she was doing, turned around, and calmly looked at her senior brother, who had always been quite considerate of her but was also overly presumptuous.

She sighed softly, "Senior Brother Ling, it seems I don't need to report my decision to you."

"You!" Ling Jueyun was even more furious at her coldness. "Was it that person who coerced you? Tell me where he is! I'll go and let him know that the prodigies of my Sumeru Lingxiao Pavilion are not to be coveted by just anyone!"

With that, he turned and was about to rush towards the main hall to cause trouble.

Lu Mumu watched his impulsive back, shook her head helplessly, and said softly, "It is His Majesty Li Chen, a Saint Realm expert, who wants to take me away."

One sentence, like ice from the heavens, instantly froze all of Ling Jueyun's anger, arrogance, and impulsiveness.

He abruptly stopped, his body stiffening as he turned back. The anger on his face had been replaced by utter shock and disbelief, and his voice was hoarse: "Saint Saint Realm? His Majesty Li Chen?! The current Emperor?!"

Lü Mumu nodded lightly.

The color drained from Ling Jueyun's face instantly, and the overwhelming aura he had just displayed vanished, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness and lingering fear.

A Saint Realm expert! And an emperor who rules the world! My talent and achievements are probably no different from an ant in his eyes! To challenge His Majesty? That would be tantamount to courting death and would bring annihilation to my sect!

His expression shifted several times before finally forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace. His tone became incredibly dry and even tinged with obsequiousness: "So it's His Majesty. Hehe, Junior Sister Mu Mu, you are truly blessed to have won His Majesty's favor. Congratulations, Senior Brother! I wish you a bright future."

Seeing his sudden change from arrogance to obsequiousness, and his complete loss of spirit, Lü Mumu felt little emotion. However, she once again clearly recognized the absolute authority and power represented by the name Li Chen.

There's a saying circulating in the cultivation world: Only by reaching the Saint Realm can one even begin to meet His Majesty Li Chen.

Among the many powerful Saint Realm experts of today, countless have been defeated by His Majesty Li Chen. Those defeated opponents are all legendary figures renowned throughout the eight wastelands, and no one would doubt Li Chen's strength.

Of course, Ling Jueyun didn't want to question it; he wasn't qualified to question it.

Previously, Ling Jueyun's opponents were all his peers, whom he would crush, or those who were a level higher than him, whom he could challenge even if they were higher.

How do I fight this guy? Should I make a move?

Before he could even get close to His Majesty Li Chen, the elders and sect leader would have already pinned him to the ground.

Lu Mumu replied casually, "Thank you, senior brother," and continued packing her luggage.

Ling Jueyun stood there, dejected, as if all his pride had been shattered.

This is the oppressive feeling brought about by absolute strength and status. No matter what kind of chosen one you are or what kind of splendid sect you are, in front of that emperor you can only restrain all your sharpness and learn to be humble.

He didn't even have the courage to resist Li Chen.

He may have unlimited potential, but Li Chen has already reached the pinnacle.

It's not that these geniuses don't understand human relationships and social etiquette; it's just that their opponents don't have the qualifications to teach them.

If the opponent is a strong person of the same or higher level, then for the prodigies, this is a thrilling story, a tale of fortunes changing every thirty years.

But this was Li Chen, making even the most talented individuals breathless.

After packing her things, Lü Mumu happily followed Li Chen and left the Sumeru Lingxiao Pavilion.

Along the way, this proud young woman, who was always seen as aloof and taciturn by the sect disciples, seemed to have become a different person, chattering incessantly beside Li Chen.

She would sometimes ask curious questions about court anecdotes, and sometimes excitedly describe the beautiful scenery of the snow-capped mountains, her heart completely open to the man beside her.

However, as soon as she returned to Li Chen's courtyard in Han Tieguan, Lü Mumu encountered the first "opponent" in her life whom she did not know how to deal with: the Holy Maiden Lianxing.

Lu Mumu was once a star in the sect, a prodigy who was always pampered. She was always served by others and had never learned how to serve others.

In front of Li Chen, she always tried to be considerate, but she inevitably became a little clumsy. Sometimes she would accidentally spill a few drops of tea while pouring it, and other times she would try to massage Li Chen's shoulders but couldn't quite get the hang of it, which would only make him uncomfortable.

Lianxing, on the other hand, was different. Although she came from a small sect, she had been exposed to all sorts of ways to please people during her time at the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment institution).

She was quick-witted and observant, and she devoted herself to serving Li Chen.

She could accurately judge the temperature of the tea that Li Chen liked, her massage techniques were gentle and precise, and her eyes and tone were gentle and obedient, carrying just the right amount of admiration and dependence, which made Li Chen quite pleased, and he naturally felt more affection and smiles towards her.

This is the benefit of being a sycophant by Li Chen's side. Li Chen is never short of beauties, and if a beauty wants to win Li Chen's favor, she needs to have some outstanding abilities.

(End of this chapter)