【Ding! Congratulations, host! Task completed. Please visit the relevant interface to claim your reward.】
In his sea of consciousness, Yan Zhen’s awareness rose from the depths of the waters, gradually coalescing into his familiar form.
The system panel hovered before him, its “Claim” button glowing faintly.
Yan Zhen extended his index finger and tapped it. The reward promptly popped up.
【Special Trump Card: Berserk Scholar. Upon activation, the host’s body gains the power to ignore all defenses and pierce straight to the core. Upon activation, the host becomes a scholar packed with knowledge—and all the right positions.】
“…You’re acting weird.”
Yan Zhen muttered to himself as he stored away the special trump card. Memories of what he’d done to his beautiful master while out of control slowly resurfaced in his mind, filling him with a pang of guilt.
This was nothing like the script. During his rampage, he hadn’t fixated solely on battle and slaughter—lewd thoughts had crept in too.
And since he’d refined the extreme flame through dual cultivation with his beautiful master, she had naturally become his first target, not the Myriad Snake Queen.
His beautiful master was the kindest person to him, even more so than his own grandfather. Yet he’d repaid her with such outrageous betrayal.
—I really am a terrible disciple!
“I need to apologize to Master,” he decided.
With that thought, Yan Zhen’s consciousness fully awakened. He opened his eyes, only to have his view blocked by that familiar G-cup bosom, preventing him from seeing his beautiful master’s lovely face.
A familiar softness pressed against the back of his head. Clearly, he’d fallen asleep with his head pillowed on her lap.
Despite how he’d ravished her so mercilessly, she was still giving him a lap pillow. Wahhh…
It was so touching he could cry.
“Have you woken up, Zhen’er?”
Her gentle voice brushed over Yan Zhen’s ear like a spring breeze, brimming with care and affection. It made him want nothing more than to act spoiled in her arms.
“Master, I’m sorry,” Yan Zhen said honestly. “I couldn’t control myself.”
“It’s all right, Zhen’er. It wasn’t your fault.” Chen Xi lightly stroked her disciple’s cheek as if caressing a priceless treasure. “It’s Master’s failing—I should have warned you beforehand. When the three extreme flames converge, there’s a tendency to go berserk. Are you still in pain now?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“That’s good. If you’re hurting, just tell me. Master will take care of you.”
“Master…”
“Good boy. Are you hungry?”
“Uh… a little.”
“Shall Master feed you, then?”
“…Okay~”
/(//o/ω/o//)/
Seeing her disciple’s face flush with shy delight, Chen Xi smiled indulgently, her eyes glowing with maternal warmth. With practiced ease, she undid her belt and parted her robes. A fair, jade-like arm emerged from her wide black sleeve, slipped around the back of Yan Zhen’s neck, and gently lifted his head with the crook of her elbow. Then she offered him that ripe, alluring crimson fruit.
“Open wide.”
Yan Zhen blinked, noticing the marks left from his earlier mauling. The heat in his heart cooled a bit.
“Does it hurt, Master?”
“Not at all. These are marks from Zhen’er—they make Master very happy.”
Yan Zhen extended the tip of his tongue and licked away the traces with exquisite tenderness, like a small animal tending to a wound.
Chen Xi’s heart swelled with emotion, her chest growing so full it ached for release.
“Mm~ Good Zhen’er. Bite down quickly—don’t keep Master waiting.”
“…”
Yan Zhen ate his fill, even letting out a contented, milk-scented burp. Happiness radiated from him, his expression melting into bliss.
“All done, Zhen’er?”
“Mm. Thank you, Master~”
“Silly boy. No need for thanks between master and disciple.”
“Master~”
Nuzzle nuzzle~
【Ding! Key plot triggered.】
System-chan popped up without a care for Yan Zhen’s mood, smacking an interface right in his face like a towel.
Yan Zhen hurriedly peeled it away. His eyes automatically locked onto the role-playing requirement line.
【Role-Playing Requirement: Harness the energy from the collision of the three extreme flames to unleash the Emperor-Grade Mystic Technique recorded in the Emperor Flame Technique. Slay the Demon Domain pursuer—the former head of the Snake Generals, Mang Huang.】
“An Emperor-Grade Mystic Technique, huh? Might as well give it a shot.”
【Ding! Friendly system reminder: Mang Huang is currently in dire straits. Host, please hurry and eliminate him.】
“Huh? Dire straits?”
Another system interface appeared. Yan Zhen focused on it and saw a projection of the outside world.
At that moment, the Myriad Snake Queen was locked in combat with Jiu Youyue and the Infant Spirit. Despite facing two opponents, she held her own.
She had only just advanced to Mystic Ancestor, placing her a realm below her foes. But after her bloodline evolution, she could now wield many of the Mystic techniques from her past life.
Of course, that also had to do with Jiu Youyue not going all out—and even subtly hindering the Infant Spirit. Their coordination was abysmal.
As for the key target, Mang Huang, he was struggling desperately amid the sky-filling wind sword array unleashed by Yun Xiu, his face twisted in agony like he was wearing a mask of torment.
It was clear he wouldn’t last much longer. Yun Xiu was about to chop him down, and there was no escape.
After all, she outclassed him in cultivation and had far greater experience and insight.
—Holy crap! My monster’s about to get stolen?
Seeing this, Yan Zhen snapped out of his slump. He rallied his spirits and pulled himself free from his beautiful master’s tender embrace.
“Master, is She Ji fighting the Demon Domain pursuers?”
“That’s right. Why?”
“I-I’m going to help them out! I’ll be right back!”
Without waiting for Chen Xi’s approval, Yan Zhen activated the Star Shifting Fire Seal and teleported away.
His vision blurred and steadied. Suddenly, Yan Zhen realized he was nestled in someone’s arms, his little face buried in a pair of magnificent breasts that obscured his surroundings.
This scent, this size… It had to be Jiu Youyue.
He looked up and met Jiu Youyue’s gaze, a mix of shyness and delight sparkling in her eyes.
“How’d you get out here, Little Zhen Zhen?”
“To help you guys.”
Jiu Youyue lowered her voice.
“No need. Hurry back~”
Yan Zhen shook his head.
“You idiot!”
She shoved him away, intercepted the Myriad Snake Queen’s attack, and retreated dozens of feet.
Yan Zhen knew the demoness just didn’t want to show any flaws in front of the Infant Spirit—that was why she’d acted this way.
He ignored her and activated the starlight at his feet, dashing toward Yun Xiu’s battlefield.
“Great Crimson Heaven Flame?” The Infant Spirit noticed Yan Zhen. A flicker stirred in her lifeless eyes. “Seize him!”
With that, she lunged at the Myriad Snake Queen herself—the intent was obvious. She’d keep the Myriad Snake Queen occupied while Jiu went after Yan Zhen.
Jiu Youyue dropped the act with the Myriad Snake Queen. “Got it!” she called, giving chase.
“Bad kid, don’t run!”
—Damn it, don’t chase me!
Yan Zhen reached Yun Xiu’s side and quickly said, “Yun Xiu, take the demoness. This one’s mine!”
“Huh?”
Before Yun Xiu could react, Yan Zhen shoved her toward the incoming Jiu Youyue. She could only awkwardly clash blades with her.
Mang Huang immediately broke free of the sword array. Gratitude surged in his heart for the envoy who had come to save him. His gaze then turned to Yan Zhen.
—That’s right. The Great Crimson Heaven Flame is on this brat!
Without hesitation, he charged straight at Yan Zhen.
