Chapter 16: Beautiful Master Sect Leader – Chen Xi
In the vast and expansive plaza, the woman’s voice entered Yan Zhen’s ears from all directions, causing his spirit to stir.
This line was far too familiar. Even though he was too far to clearly see the figure in the center of the plaza, Yan Zhen dared to affirm that it was absolutely his beautiful master sect leader.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhen carefully walked forward as the script described, surveying the grid squares beneath his feet.
According to the script, this enormous plaza was actually a holy-realm spirit formation that controlled this space.
Meanwhile, the beautiful master sect leader was on the verge of death when she fused into the crystal space, becoming a spatial spirit in a half-dead, half-alive Schrodinger state. Thus, she could only remain on the sacrificial altar at the formation’s center, unable to leave.
The crystal space was also completely cut off from the outside world, unable to communicate and such.
Only Yan Zhen’s mystic power could seep into the crystal space.
Therefore, by absorbing the wondrous mystic power Yan Zhen cultivated over three years, the beautiful master sect leader finally broke free of her bindings and appeared in the outside world through a projection.
Although he didn’t know why the beautiful master sect leader hadn’t manifested her projection, Yan Zhen instead ran into this crystal space called the “Star-Refining Flame Space.”
The plaza was truly too vast, its area comparable to the Martial Tang City. Just walking it on foot would take who knows how long.
However, with each step Yan Zhen took, the grid square beneath would light up, automatically propelling him forward a distance. It was as if space was contracting, giving him a wondrous feeling.
This was the assistance the beautiful master sect leader controlling the formation gave Yan Zhen.
Shortly after, Yan Zhen arrived before the sacrificial altar’s steps and ascended them.
Only after stepping onto the final step did Yan Zhen finally see the beautiful master sect leader’s appearance clearly.
As the script described, she was beautifully entrancing.
She wore a dress as black as ink, her snowy white hair simply tied up. Her beautiful face was chillingly frosty, those sharp eyes as deep as the starry void.
The black dress had a waist-cinching design that perfectly outlined her curvaceous figure. Especially her chest size, exaggeratedly large to the point of seeming like the dress could burst open at any moment.
However, since she sat cross-legged, the wide skirt completely covered everything below her hips, unable to glimpse the full view.
Yan Zhen stared unblinkingly at the woman who would become his master sect leader, his heart racing rapidly.
Half was acting, half was real.
After all, she was too beautiful!
“—Seen enough?”
The cold and aloof voice tinged with a hint of severity promptly brought Yan Zhen back to his senses. He immediately put on a guarded expression: “Who…who are you? And where is this place?”
The beautiful master sect leader didn’t beat around the bush, directly answering:
“This is an independent space opened by a Mystic Saint expert, also known as the ‘Star-Refining Flame Space’ – the very crystal pendant hanging from your neck.”
“What? A space opened by a Mystic Saint expert?”
Yan Zhen feigned the shock befitting his small fry status, as Mystic Saints were the peak existences of the Mystical Heavenly Continent, anything related to “Saint” was unimaginable.
“The pendant I’m wearing is actually such a powerful thing?”
Pausing, he then asked: “Then who are you, Sister—”
“Sister?” The beautiful master sect leader glanced sidelong at Yan Zhen. “You don’t need to know my identity. For convenience, you can address me as ‘Chen’ – ‘Chen’ from the mortal dust, ‘Xi’ from the morning light.”
“Chen Xi, that’s a nice name…can I call you Sister Chen Xi?”
“As you wish,” Chen Xi said indifferently. “Allow me to ask you this – do you wish to become stronger?”
Yan Zhen was taken aback, then felt a tinge of dejection: “Who doesn’t want to get stronger? It’s just that I don’t know what happened to my body. I was fine before, but then suddenly—”
He clenched his fists, his young face full of unwillingness.
“You can rest assured about this. I won’t be absorbing your mystic power anymore.”
“What do you mean? Wait, don’t tell me the reason I randomly fell into decline was because you…you absorbed my mystic power? You’re the culprit?!”
Yan Zhen’s shock turned to panic, then outrage as he loudly questioned.
Of course, it was an act.
Under Yan Zhen’s perfect acting, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Chen Xi’s perfect face, but she still pretended to be composed: “I was left with no choice but to take your mystic power, you little rascal.”
“You think ‘no choice’ is an excuse?!” Yan Zhen glared with widened eyes, raging furiously like he wanted to devour Chen Xi: “Three years, do you know how I spent those three years? Huh? How much ridicule and mockery I endured, to the point that even—”
Even his childhood sweetheart left me, and my fiancée broke off our engagement…Yan Zhen was about to continue according to the script, but suddenly remembered that Yan Meng’er had a change of heart and became his slave, and Huangfu Wenqing never broke the engagement and also became his slave. The chain reaction from the plot deviation was finally causing problems.
Forget it, if he couldn’t say it, he wouldn’t.
Yan Zhen treated this pause as him being too enraged to speak, his chest heaving violently as he shouted loudly:
“—You vile woman, how will you repay what you owe me?!”
His voice was booming!
“You…you calm down first.” Chen Xi composed herself. “Of course I won’t just take from you for nothing, which is why I summoned you here.”
“Hmph, who would believe a woman who stole three years of my mystic power!”
This brat is really stubborn…Chen Xi muttered softly to herself, the corners of her mouth curving into a barely perceptible smile, while her seemingly indifferent gaze hid a hint of doting affection.
She quickly reined in her emotions, returning to her expressionless demeanor, just like her previous life.
Except in her previous life, hearing the words “vile woman” would’ve angered her to the point of wanting to beat him senseless until his buttocks bloomed. Now, however, she found it humorous instead.
In any case, she would first re-establish their master-disciple relationship.
“Believe it or not, I speak the truth – I can help make you stronger.”
“Who wants your help? Without you, that vile woman stealing my mystic power, I can become strong on my own.”
“Naive.” Chen Xi said coldly. “Even though your talents are truly outstanding, this Mystical Heavenly Continent has never lacked peerless geniuses. To surpass others, external factors beyond just talent are indispensable – mystic cultivation arts, mystic techniques, mystic pills, mystic artifacts…especially mystic arts and techniques. Excellent mystic arts and a superb mystic technique can increase your strength tremendously, jumping one or two levels in battle prowess. As for mystic pills and artifacts, heh, little one, do you know what a Master Alchemist is?”
“Master Alchemist?” Yan Zhen was taken aback, then scoffed: “Who doesn’t know about the noble Alchemists? Not only do they cultivate the mystic dao, but also the Alchemist dao, using Alchemy to refine pills, artifacts, and spirits. Their skills are astounding, coveted by all major powers. Are you a alchemist?”
“What do you think? As long as I have sufficient materials, any mystic pill or artifact you desire, I can refine for you.”
Yan Zhen’s eyes lit up, half-believing and half-doubting: “Really?”
“Why would I deceive you?” Chen Xi acted convincingly. “As long as you are willing to take me as your master, you can choose any higher-grade mystic arts or techniques. Mystic pills and artifacts will also be provided. I can even teach you the Mystic dao. How about it?”
Another rebirth? Why is she back? Is she also thirsty?