“Jiuyou.”
The Evil Consort called out coldly. The demoness hiding behind Sister She Ji stared at the crescent-shaped black moon with burning eyes.
“Keep this thing yourself from now on. Even if This Palace holds your Achilles’ heel, I can’t tame that rebellious streak of yours anyway!”
Jiu Youyue blinked her big, watery eyes. She wanted to take it but didn’t dare, so she looked pitifully at Yan Zhen. He nodded to her with a smile.
“Go on and take it. From now on, you’ll be free, Jiuyou. As for Master Evil Consort’s depleted mystic power, I’ll find a way to make it up to her later.”
Only then did the demoness step out from behind Cai Lian. She approached the terrifying Lady Evil Consort and carefully extended both hands to receive her origin black moon.
As long as this small black moon merged with her body, she would be whole—no longer just a secondary body, but a true member of the Evil God Clan.
Her relationship with Lady Evil Consort would also become one of true mother and daughter.
The only weird part was that one detail. Everything else seemed fine.
But Lady Evil Consort probably wouldn’t admit it. After all, she was tangled up with Little Zhen Zhen now. Hehe~
With those thoughts, Jiu Youyue cradled her origin black moon in both hands and quickly retreated behind Cai Lian again. She said softly,
“Thank you, Lady Evil Consort. Th-then I’ll go refine it. You all carry on.”
The last part was sent via voice transmission.
Love you to death, Little Zhen Zhen~
With that, the demoness turned into a streak of ghostly light and flew toward the celestial body burning with Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame to go into seclusion. It would probably take two or three days to complete the fusion.
Yan Zhen smiled, the heavy weight finally lifting from his heart.
“Masters—both Holy Lord Master and Evil Consort Master—do you believe me now? Master Evil Consort is sincerely joining us.”
Chen Xi still looked deeply skeptical.
“This doesn’t prove her sincerity at all. Even if she returns the origin source to Jiuyou, she could just swallow it back up again. The only difference is she couldn’t control her like before.”
“Then what do you want?” The Evil Consort was clearly displeased. “I’ve already made plenty of concessions. Don’t push your luck, Chen Xi!”
“You’re the one no one can trust. Don’t you have any idea what you’ve done? Don’t think rebirth wipes the slate clean!” Chen Xi showed no mercy. “If not for Zhen’er’s sake, do you think you’d even be talking to us like this right now? Even now, I could seal you away again!”
They had once been mortal enemies, after all, and Chen Xi wasn’t about to accept the Evil Consort so easily.
The Evil Consort wasn’t one to take bullying lying down. Even with the seal binding her, her aura remained overwhelmingly powerful.
“Then go ahead and try! Don’t think This Palace has no way to fight back—the Death City Core is still in my hands!”
The reason she hadn’t used it was that she wanted to gauge Yan Zhen’s attitude.
If he ignored her or completely denied the memories from this time, she would contact the Dead City or even self-detonate the Death City Core, dragging everyone down with her in mutual destruction.
The Evil Consort’s feelings for Yan Zhen carried a somewhat twisted edge.
“Master Evil Consort, calm down, calm down.” Yan Zhen hurriedly pulled the Evil Consort behind him. “Let’s hear what Master has to say first.”
Seeing her precious disciple shielding that wicked woman, Chen Xi felt even more displeased. Her tone turned melancholic.
“Zhen’er, are you taking her side?”
“Ah? No, I—”
“If not, then come over here to your master.”
“Uh… alright.”
Yan Zhen had just taken a step toward his beautiful master to soothe her when the Evil Consort grabbed his hand.
“Don’t listen to her. We can talk just fine if you stay right here.”
Yan Zhen knew trouble was brewing the moment he heard that. Sure enough, his beautiful master’s brows furrowed, and her tone grew icy.
“Evil Consort, what do you mean by that?”
The Evil Consort didn’t budge.
“What do I mean? Yan’er is my disciple too. What’s wrong with being a little close to him? Could someone actually be jealous of that?”
Chen Xi’s expression darkened. She stepped forward to Yan Zhen’s side and seized his other hand.
“Don’t think that playing fake master for a month and teaching Zhen’er one Supreme Mystic Technique makes you his master. You’re not worthy, Evil Consort.”
With that, she yanked Yan Zhen to her side and pulled him into her embrace, glaring at the Evil Consort in open challenge.
“I am Zhen’er’s master—from his previous life to this one. I’ve always been the one watching him grow, not some wicked woman like you. Stop putting on an act in front of me!”
Watching Yan Zhen’s little face bury itself in Chen Xi’s even more ample bosom, the Evil Consort’s expression turned cold. She gripped his wrist tightly.
“Whether I am or not is for Yan’er to decide. If you refuse to accept that, it just shows how petty you are. Besides, This Palace has all the time in the world to teach Yan’er from now on. I won’t teach him any less than you… Don’t be so overconfident, Chen Xi. Anything you can do, This Palace can do too—and the things you can’t, This Palace still can!”
With those words, the Evil Consort suddenly pulled hard, yanking Yan Zhen out of Chen Xi’s arms and into her own. She pressed his head straight into the deep valley of her cleavage.
Not only Chen Xi—even Jialan Fairy, Cai Lian, Yi Xian’er, Long Ying, and Yan Yan all wore expressions of shock. Clearly, the Evil Consort’s bold move had caught them completely off guard.
So the Evil Consort wasn’t just a nominal master—she was the kind who rode the master and scorned her ancestors?
A deep sense of crisis and rejection surged in all the women, especially Fairy Jialan. Her mind was filled with images of Yan Zhen resting his head on the Evil Consort’s lap, obediently letting her feed him—utterly depressing, like her beloved piglet being tempted away by some wild cabbage from the fields.
Sensing the shift in their gazes, Yan Zhen broke out in cold sweat.
“Let go of Zhen’er!” Chen Xi yanked Yan Zhen back with force. “You have no right to be his master!”
“This Palace doesn’t need your approval!” The Evil Consort refused to yield, pulling Yan Zhen’s wrist with equal strength. “Don’t think so highly of yourself!”
“My bond with Zhen’er is something you could never match, Evil Consort!”
“Ridiculous. When This Palace was accompanying Yan’er on the Divine Martial Continent against the First Evil God, you were still wandering around the Mystic Heaven Continent, Chen Xi!”
“Accompanying? Shameless! You were just imprisoned in the Fire Refining Starry Sky by Zhen’er as atonement.”
“That’s still better than being absent!”
“You wicked woman, let go right now!”
“You’re the shrew making a fuss over nothing!”
The two women traded barbs back and forth, locked in a fierce standoff.
Yan Zhen was tugged this way and that between his two masters, tumbling into his beautiful master’s embrace one moment and collapsing against Evil Consort Master’s chest the next. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how to defuse the situation.
He couldn’t side with either right now. The Evil Consort was in a fragile emotional state; leaning toward his beautiful master would only make it harder for her to fit in. But favoring the Evil Consort would hurt his beautiful master too—she’d given him everything, and he couldn’t bear to see even a single tear fall from her eyes.
Cai Lian and Yi Xian’er watched the scene unfold with a strange mix of emotions, sensing something deeply off-kilter about the whole thing.
“You two, that’s enough!” Jialan Fairy couldn’t stand it anymore and finally spoke up. “What kind of spectacle is this, tugging back and forth? Stop it at once—you’re setting a bad example for the young ones.”
