While Yan Zhen was lost in thought, Yi Xian’er stuck out her pink tongue again. She lifted her head and licked across his face, leaving a glistening trail like a soft brushstroke. It was as if she were cutely menacing him with a puppyish glare that said, “Look, I’ll poison you with my baleful qi!”
Yan Zhen quickly tilted his face upward to dodge her cat-like licking assault. In an exasperated tone, he said, “Stop licking! Your baleful qi has no effect on me!”
Yi Xian’er didn’t buy it. “Who are you trying to fool? My baleful qi is so potent that even Mystic Masters and mystic generals wouldn’t dare touch it. You’re not even at the Mystic Master Realm yet—you’d drop dead after two or three licks!”
Yan Zhen rolled his eyes in speechless exasperation and had no choice but to unleash his mystic power fully.
The extreme flame Mystic power refined from the gold-silver fire surged across his body, expelling every trace of baleful qi that clung to his skin. Not a speck remained.
“Believe me now?”
“Not bad—I didn’t expect you to be so impressive. Sure, you can drive out the baleful qi, but only by going all out with your mystic power. So if I just—”
Yi Xian’er darted forward and planted a few quick pecks on Yan Zhen’s cheeks, ears, and neck. Then she flopped back onto the bed, tongue lolling out like an eager little puppy. In a muffled voice, she said, “—lick you a few more times, the baleful qi will build up. You won’t be able to clear it all, and you’re done for!”
“…”
—Damn, you’re a real genius!
Yan Zhen couldn’t shake the feeling that this Yi Xian’er was a bit adorably silly, nothing like the shrewd character described in the script. Had he mistaken her for someone else?
He examined the beauty beneath him more carefully.
At this point in time, Yi Xian’er hadn’t yet cultivated the evil spirit body. Her hair was still glossy black, and her large, bright almond eyes sparkled like a pair of supreme-grade black pearls. They fixed on Yan Zhen unblinkingly, as if determined to etch his image deep into her memory.
Something was off.
Yi Xian’er had been shunned by the people of Greenwater Town because of her poison crafting and use, living in isolation that twisted her personality and filled her with wariness. She viewed everyone with sharp, scrutinizing eyes—how could they be so lively and spirited now?
This must be her after opening her heart: eyes full of life, temperament pure and innocent, with just a hint of playful mischief. She was like a little fairy from a fairy tale.
Of course, this was only a transitional phase. Once she cultivated the evil spirit body, ascended to the throne, and became the terrifying Thousand Fiend Queen, that would be her true form.
She would be affectionate only toward him and those close to him, utterly indifferent to everyone else.
“I told you it’s useless—stop licking!” After a moment’s thought, Yan Zhen deliberately flashed a roguish grin. “You’re a fiend body, sure, but you’re still pretty hot. Keep provoking me, and I’ll take you right here!”
As he spoke, he wriggled against her flawless body, the only barrier a single towel. The two ample mounds flattened beneath him transmitted supreme softness and bounce—probably bigger than Meng’er or Cousin Ruyu’s.
—Flat as a board when clothed, but once stripped, what a shocking pair. Did she cultivate some auntie’s Royal Chest-Hiding Technique?
Yi Xian’er’s cheeks flushed bright red. Though this was something she’d longed to do, when the moment arrived, a maiden’s modesty made her tense.
“If you’re not afraid of that thing of yours going rusty, go ahead and do it. Who’s scared?”
The girl bit her lower lip and shyly turned her face away. One hand clutched at her chest, barely holding the towel over her last line of defense, while the other was pinned by the youth. Her hair fanned out across the bed in a seductive display.
“Still talking tough?”
With a cold snort, Yan Zhen pried away the hand clutching the towel and pinned both of hers down.
Her defenses wide open, the towel atop her chest lost its anchor. It slipped down with her breaths, revealing tender white like tofu accented by a pair of cherry-red peaks.
“Scared yet?”
Yi Xian’er was indeed a little scared.
This was even more mortifying than she’d imagined—and far more thrilling. If he actually did anything, she’d expose her most unsightly reactions. How could she face him afterward?
Deliberately seducing him really didn’t suit the Thousand Fiend Queen’s style.
She fell silent, adopting a posture of yielding to his whims and leaving the decision to Yan Zhen.
“That’s more like it.” Mistaking her silence for surrender, Yan Zhen smirked triumphantly. “Now, I ask, you answer. Got it?”
“…”
“Is there something on you related to extreme flame?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie. I can sense it! Hand it over, and I’ll let you go.”
“I don’t have it~”
Yan Zhen frowned and stacked both her hands together, pinning them with one of his. His free hand then glided gently over her bare, porcelain-smooth leg.
A faint tingle spread, and Yi Xian’er’s heartbeat quickened. Her long legs instinctively clamped together restlessly.
“Hand it over.”
“No—mmph!”
Before she could finish refusing, that warm hand slipped to her waist and began teasing. In moments, it left a large patch of her skin flushed hot.
Yi Xian’er began to pant, hot breaths escaping her lips. A misty haze formed in her eyes as her long-suppressed emotions surged free like a tide.
“Give me the item, or next it’s going higher.” Yan Zhen feigned an evil leer as he threatened her. “With tits that big, they must feel amazing, right?”
Yi Xian’er felt she couldn’t hold out much longer. “You’re after the fire crystal stone, right? It’s in my storage ring—take it yourself.”
Reminded by her words, Yan Zhen recalled that in the script, Yi Xian’er never submitted; he’d had to search her himself.
—Almost got too into playing the villain.
He quickly released Yi Xian’er, slipped the storage ring from her finger, and rummaged through the jumble of items inside. There he found the quest item: the evil scale fire crystal.
Where the evil spirit dragon breath flame lingered, some jade stones transformed under its baleful light and draconic blaze, becoming fire-attribute crystals shaped like scales—the evil scale fire crystals.
These crystals could be ignited by mystic power to unleash temperatures hotter than mystic fire, making them handy for combat or technique refining.
Yi Xian’er’s storage ring held five evil scale fire crystals in total. Yan Zhen took them all, leaving five million crystal cards in exchange—effectively buying each one for a million crystals.
In the script, he’d only left five hundred thousand, but Yan Zhen had money to burn now. A bit extra wouldn’t hurt, especially since those crystals were pretty important to Yi Xian’er.
With the evil scale fire crystals secured, Yan Zhen felt a weight lift off his shoulders. The mission was complete at last.
Once the beautiful female master refined them with care, they’d become detectors that could autonomously seek out the evil spirit dragon breath flame—making the search far easier.
The Demonic Dragon Mountain Range was so vast that without them, it might take years to locate the evil spirit dragon breath flame.
Refining would take time, so first things first: help Good Big Sister with her treatment.
Yan Zhen was just about to slip away when a hand grabbed him. Glancing back, he saw Yi Xian’er clutching her towel with one hand and his arm with the other. Her small face was flushed as she said, “You’ve done all this to me, and now you want to just leave?”
Yan Zhen’s head throbbed like a drum.
“Then what? You don’t seriously expect me to take responsibility, do you? Sorry, I can’t afford that.”
“I don’t care—I’m sticking with you!” Yi Xian’er struck the pose of an aggrieved little wife, fragile yet stubborn. “From now on, I’m yours. You can’t abandon me!”
What? Yan Zhen stared at her in shock. Big Sis, you’re not the type to latch on after a couple of touches, are you?
