The Azure Sky Bihai Sea lay extremely far from the heart of Jialan Continent. Normally, one would use a teleportation array to jump straight to the coastal border stronghold of Zhenhai Frontier City.
But this outing carried the added purpose of treating his wives and concubines to a leisurely trip, so Yan Zhen saw no need to bother the array-guarding elder. A good old-fashioned road trip sounded perfect.
Yu Shizun thought Yan Zhen was slacking off a bit but said nothing about it. She simply sat in the rear cabin, eyes closed in quiet meditation.
Winter had arrived in full force, blanketing the world in swirling snow. The luxury speedboat raced forward, soaring over majestic mountains and ridges draped in pristine white.
Yan Zhen imprinted a strand of his spiritual sense onto the control panel, engaging autopilot. His arms then slid around the slender waists of Yi Xian’er and Jiu Youyue, drawing them close as he savored the quiet intimacy.
When it came to Yi Xian’er and Jiu Youyue, Yan Zhen’s previous life had left their stories tragically unfinished.
Yi Xian’er’s issue had stemmed from her unique constitution, while Jiu Youyue’s had been tied to her forbidden status.
Thankfully, both obstacles had been swept away.
Having these two enchanting dark temptresses—one brimming with yin energy, the other with demonic aura—Yan Zhen felt completely over the moon.
“Jiu Youyue, Xian’er… I’m so glad to have you both~”
Yet neither woman was the type to stay still for long. Reclining against their lover’s chest, wrapped in his intoxicating aura, their hearts began to stir with restless heat.
In their past lives, Yi Xian’er and Jiu Youyue had barely known each other personally, but they’d studied one another from afar—each harboring deep envy for the other’s fate.
Yi Xian’er had longed for the chance to join the Yan Family after death, the way Jiu Youyue had. Jiu Youyue, meanwhile, had yearned to remain forever at Yan Zhen’s side, as Yi Xian’er had.
These days on Holy Son Peak, their cave residences stood side by side, both occupied by a single soul. Over the past few months, they’d grown close, paying frequent visits back and forth.
One was the quintessential emotionless beauty, cool and detached; the other a sultry seductress. They made an odd pair at first glance. Yet they shared plenty in common—like plotting to overthrow Cai Lian’s iron-fisted rule—and had blossomed into something like half-sisters.
The two women exchanged a knowing glance, reading the rising desire mirrored in each other’s eyes. With a shared nod, they leaned in to whisper conspiratorially into Yan Zhen’s ear.
Yan Zhen jolted in surprise, his face clouding with hesitation.
“This… this isn’t right, is it? Yu Shizun’s right there in the back.”
He’d come to her for help this time. Upsetting her would spell disaster.
Jiu Youyue flashed a wicked grin.
“Isn’t that perfect? You’ve had your eye on her for a while anyway, Little Zhen Zhen.”
Yan Zhen denied it at once.
“I haven’t! Nothing of the sort… You Demoness, don’t slander me!”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Yi Xian’er’s delicate hand slipped inside his robes. In her flat, emotionless tone, she said, “Speak from the heart.”
Yan Zhen was starting to crack.
“Xian’er, don’t take advantage of me like this.”
“No more excuses, Little Zhen Zhen.” The Demoness giggled. “You’ve seduced every elder in the Yu Family. I refuse to believe you’d spare Yu Shizun.”
“Exactly.” Yi Xian’er nodded in agreement. “And if memory serves, she was quite… ambiguous with you in your last life.”
“Whoa, now that’s some juicy gossip.”
“No way, you’re making that up!”
“Hmm… I recall that after you broke through to the Supreme Realm, you spent a lot of time alone with Yu Shizun, discussing the Dao. But one’s all water, the other’s pure fire—what was there to discuss? Master Chen Xi had already broken free by then, so it couldn’t have been lessons from her.”
“…”
Yan Zhen racked his brain, reviewing the script of his past life. Damn it all—she was right.
He and Yu Shizun really had discussed the Dao, though. Not just her, but other Supremes too. Yu Shizun was the one he knew best, so naturally, they’d talked the most.
Their conversations had delved into Mystic matters like the makeup of domains and insights into the laws—properties be damned.
“Cat got your tongue, Little Zhen Zhen?” Jiu Youyue teased, her expression full of mischief. “Personally, I wouldn’t mind one more sister. Yu Shizun seems so stern and proper, but her name’s adorable—something like ‘Yu Shishi,’ right? Probably just like your senior sister in temperament.”
Yan Zhen shot her a sidelong glare.
“Talk like that behind her back, and you won’t like what happens if she finds out.”
The Demoness licked her lips, striking a deliberately seductive pose.
“Your big sis doesn’t want sweet fruit. She only craves Little Zhen Zhen’s bad ones~”
As she spoke, her hand darted forward.
Yan Zhen opened his mouth to scold her—only for Yi Xian’er to turn his face toward her and seal his lips with her cherry-pink ones.
Before long, Yan Zhen felt the Evil Dragon Power within him surging to life on its own. A glance downward confirmed it: the Evil Dragon Mark on his skin had begun to glow.
The Demoness draped herself across his lap, fixated on that pulsing mark. Nearly entranced, she snapped out of it and jabbed it with a slender finger—pure revenge!
Yan Zhen sighed in resignation. With both women so eager, he decided to indulge them.
The luxury speedboat slowed to a gentle cruise, gliding steadily through the clouds.
In the rear cabin, Yu Shizun—eyes closed in meditation—suddenly sensed something amiss. Her pure aquamarine eyes fluttered open, peering toward the cockpit ahead. Sometime during the flight, a curtain had descended over it. Through the fabric, she could make out a shadowy figure rising and falling rhythmically, like a rider atop a galloping steed, bouncing up and down amid stifled grunts.
Yu Shizun blinked, cheeks warming beneath her veil. She’d never partaken in such matters herself, but she’d witnessed that particular “pig” in action enough times to recognize the scene. It didn’t take long for understanding to dawn, tinting her flawless features with a faint blush.
“Outrageous…”
She imprinted a Teleportation Mark on her seat, intending to slip away and give them privacy. But her body refused to budge. Her beautiful eyes locked onto the silhouette beyond the curtain, fingers clenching her shawl without realizing it.
Then, at a particularly heated moment, the curtain flew open. Yan Zhen’s head popped up from behind the tall seatback. Panting heavily, he managed, “Yu Shizun, w-we’re almost to West Peak City. I was thinking of l-letting them off to stretch their legs. W-would you like to join?”
Yu Shizun stared at him in a daze, their gazes locked. Faint, wet sounds drifted from beyond. It took her a moment to collect herself. Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she replied casually, “I’ll pass. You go ahead. Just don’t stay out too late—we have serious business this time.”
Yan Zhen murmured an acknowledgment, his voice thick and intoxicating. It sent a shiver through Yu Shizun’s ears, prompting her to add sternly, “You’d best show some restraint. Otherwise, I’m heading back alone.”
Yan Zhen inwardly cursed his luck and hurried to make amends.
“Sorry, Yu Shizun. Thanks for your help this time—I’ll behave. No sightseeing. Straight out to sea.”
Only then did Yu Shizun close her eyes again. Yet her heart refused to settle.
Yan Zhen ducked back into the cockpit, pinching Yi Xian’er and Jiu Youyue’s cheeks in playful punishment.
Yi Xian’er caught his hand and nuzzled it affectionately, while the Demoness stuck out her tongue, looking downright smug.
Clearly, both meant “I know I was wrong… but I’ll do it again.”
Yan Zhen sighed. Sure, he harbored a tiny flicker of interest in Yu Shizun—a very tiny one. But resorting to tactics like mentally teasing her? Acting like some third-rate Casanova? That was no way for the pure-love warrior to behave!
Once things had calmed, Yan Zhen steadied his mind and urged the speedboat westward once more.
Five days later, they finally arrived at Zhenhai Frontier City, planning to rest and resupply.
