In the bedroom of the Consort God Palace, the light was dim and hazy, casting an intimate glow over everything.
At one moment, a space portal resembling a white lotus slowly opened. From it emerged the Jialan Fairy, dressed in white robes with white hair, resembling a pure and holy Madonna. Her posture was dignified, her demeanor elegant, inspiring longing in all who beheld her.
No sooner had she stepped out than she heard the Evil Consort’s cries and the sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh. Her platinum eyes immediately turned toward the incense bed on the high platform. Through the gauzy curtains, she glimpsed two shadowy figures—one lying down, the other sitting astride and bouncing up and down like riding horseback.
The Jialan Fairy stood frozen in place for a rare moment, a faint sense of depression stirring inexplicably in her heart.
She had known this was inevitable, but seeing it with her own eyes still brought an unwelcome pang of displeasure, as if her Yan’er had been snatched away by the Evil Consort.
And thinking that her good friend Chen Xi had already done it too, while she alone had not, made her feel like she was the only one left behind.
Such thoughts were unreasonable, of course, but the Jialan Fairy’s emotions were complex right now. She couldn’t help fixating on the injustice of it all.
The Evil Consort naturally sensed the Jialan Fairy’s arrival at once, but she showed no intention of stopping. She merely slowed her movements and panted as she spoke.
“Jialan, barging into this palace’s bedroom without permission—what utter rudeness. Do you think this palace will keep yielding to you forever?”
The Jialan Fairy frowned slightly, her expression displeased.
“That’s something I should be saying to you, Evil Consort. What are you doing? Yan’er just advanced—he needs time to properly consolidate his realm. Doing this now will overwhelm him. It’ll be too much for his body to handle, and if he suffers Qi Deviation because of it, I won’t forgive you.”
The Primordial Yin of a Mystic Saint expert with a God-level Bloodline was far too potent a supplement. Absorbing it would likely rival refining a Half-Saint level Extreme Flame.
The Evil Consort shot back.
“Spare me your nagging. This palace will help Yan’er regulate it myself and ensure he absorbs it smoothly, speeding his transition to the Supreme Realm.”
The Supreme Realm was an extension of the Mystic Venerable Realm, and the Half-Saint Realm a precursor to the Saint Realm—both transitional stages. Mystic Cultivators formally had only ten realms, from Mystic Practitioner to Emperor!
Transitional realms had shortcuts, like the Phoenix God Clan’s Nirvana Fruit. Consuming it rapidly boosted Supreme Cultivation, which was why the Phoenix Goddess outshone her peers among the God Race. The Nine-Colored Mirage Spirit Pill had a similar effect, as did the Primordial Yin or Primal Yang of a Mystic Saint expert.
One other point worth noting: The Emperor Flame Technique required Yan Zhen to refine a new Extreme Flame after every breakthrough to continue advancing. But in the transitional Supreme and Half-Saint Realms, this wasn’t necessary—he could simply cultivate normally. Thus, absorbing the Evil Consort’s Primordial Yin would send his cultivation soaring once more.
Of course, rising too quickly always carried risks. Yan Zhen had gone from Mystic Venerable to Supreme in less than two months. Ideally, he should consolidate his gains first. Pushing further might destabilize his foundation and lead to Qi Deviation, especially since his realm was no longer low.
The higher the cultivation, the greater the risks—and the more caution required.
The Jialan Fairy pointed this out immediately.
“Yan’er isn’t ready to advance further right now. Show some restraint, Evil Consort.”
The Evil Consort was a Mystic Saint, after all. If she wished, she could retain her pure Primordial Yin without letting it escape, just as Chen Xi had done.
But the Evil Consort scoffed.
“My Evil God Clan has the Yellow Springs Holy Water—it can help Yan’er cleanse and consolidate his foundation. Why worry about such trivial matters?”
With that, she leaned down and cradled Yan Zhen’s head.
At last, a thread of jealousy surged in the Jialan Fairy’s heart. Yan Zhen was her disciple too—she had every right to dote on him. Why should this wicked woman monopolize him like this?
She slowly approached the bed, reached out, and lifted the curtain. Just then, the Evil Consort sat up straight again, revealing Yan Zhen’s handsome face, flushed as if melting. He even turned his head toward her and shyly called out.
“Holy Lord Master…”
The Jialan Fairy’s heart trembled. She gazed at Yan Zhen in a daze.
The Evil Consort was momentarily stunned too, but she quickly covered her ample chest with one arm and snatched a thin blanket with the other to wrap herself, glaring at the Jialan Fairy with fury and embarrassment.
“Jialan, don’t push your luck! Get out!”
The Jialan Fairy remained unmoved. She simply watched Yan Zhen with tender affection. After a long moment, she came back to herself, climbed onto the bed, helped Yan Zhen sit up, and let him lean against her embrace. Her arms wrapped around from behind to encircle his waist.
Interrupted mid-passion, the Evil Consort was incensed.
“What are you doing, Jialan? Get down!”
Yan Zhen looked utterly bewildered. He never imagined his Holy Lord Master would do such a thing. But in his current hazy state, he couldn’t focus enough to think and simply accepted it.
“…”
The Jialan Fairy spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“I’m Yan’er’s master too.”
“That’s a different matter entirely!”
“I want to dote on Yan’er as well. You can’t have him all to yourselves.”
Her “yourselves” clearly referred to Chen Xi. Evidently, the Jialan Fairy wasn’t entirely indifferent to her best friend’s lead.
The Evil Consort flew into a rage. This was her first time with her beloved treasure. Even if she wasn’t the sort to fantasize about romance, she placed great importance on it—after all, it only happened once in a lifetime. For this meddlesome hag Jialan to interrupt now was an outrage!
Yet her body was limp and her mind scattered by the heat. She lacked the strength to drive the intruder away and could only rage impotently.
The Jialan Fairy held her handsome disciple in one arm, gently stroking his head with the other, as if to say, “Don’t fear the bad woman, child—your master is here.”
The Evil Consort closed her eyes, ignoring the Jialan Fairy.
—Just one annoying busybody. She could pretend it was an extra maid for added excitement!
So the Evil Consort thought, but then the Jialan Fairy took charge and addressed her.
“Be gentler, Evil Consort. Don’t treat Yan’er like a beast of burden.”
The Evil Consort flushed with equal parts shame and anger. She clutched her thin blanket tighter, unwilling to expose her intimate skin to anyone but Yan Zhen.
“Y-You—shut your mouth!”
The Jialan Fairy fell silent but kept her eyes fixed on the Evil Consort, watching like a supervising homeroom teacher to ensure her movements were proper and that her dear Yan’er felt no discomfort.
Only when the Evil Consort’s body stilled and she collapsed limply did the Jialan Fairy look away. In a wistful tone, she delivered a cutting remark.
“You’re far too lacking, Evil Consort. How can you dote on Yan’er like that?”
The Evil Consort vowed to brawl with that wretch Jialan afterward. For now, she ignored her and lowered her head to kiss her beloved treasure.
But the Jialan Fairy persisted.
“If you don’t know the proper techniques, I can teach you. Don’t make things hard on Yan’er.”
In truth, the Yan Zhen in her arms was already lost in ecstasy.
The Evil Consort licked her lips and sneered.
“You—an inexperienced girl who’s never known a man—dare to teach this palace?”
The Jialan Fairy replied calmly.
“I’ve read plenty of texts on bedroom arts. Naturally, I understand them better than you.”
She devoured every book she came across—lingering over the good ones, skimming the mediocre or poor ones.
The Evil Consort paid her no heed. Right now, she only wanted to continue lavishing affection on Yan Zhen, entangling herself with him from head to toe until they blended together intimately.
