Yan Zhen took one look at the scene and knew something was off. He wondered if Yu Shizun was truly angry.
“Uh, Yu Shizun, calm down a little…”
Yu Shizun covered her ample bosom with one arm and approached Yan Zhen step by step. Once she stood before him, she extended her fair little hand and demanded, with a mix of shyness and anger,
“Give it to me!”
Yan Zhen retrieved the Reflecting Light Mirror from his storage ring and said weakly,
“Can I keep just one?”
Yu Shizun replied firmly,
“No!”
Yan Zhen handed over the Reflecting Light Mirror with a completely deadpan expression. He watched as she meticulously deleted the precious recording, a wave of loss washing over him.
“Sigh~ My treasure was gone before I even had a chance to savor it.”
After deleting the image, Yu Shizun’s mood softened somewhat. Seeing how dejected Yan Zhen looked, she said indifferently,
“There are plenty of beauties on Holy Son Peak. You can photograph whomever you like. Why bother provoking me?”
Yan Zhen pouted.
“Everyone has their own appeal. Yu Shizun has her own one-of-a-kind beauty.”
With that, he let out a long sigh and trudged listlessly toward the exit of the Tree Cave. He even forgot to take back his Reflecting Light Mirror.
Yu Shizun clutched Yan Zhen’s Reflecting Light Mirror and suddenly noticed her name engraved on the back of its surface. Upon closer inspection of the remaining recordings—aside from the embarrassing one she had just erased—there were images of her in her everyday state. They were exactly as Yan Zhen had described: ethereal, like an immortal fairy.
“……”
A flutter stirred in Yu Shizun’s heart. She looked up, flung the scarf draped over her arm, and wrapped it around Yan Zhen’s waist, yanking him back toward her.
Yan Zhen panicked. Hadn’t he already deployed his cutie charm? Was Yu Shizun still planning to hold him accountable?
—I’m done for!
Yet he heard her say in a soft, melancholic tone,
“You… you like looking at me that much?”
Yan Zhen froze, surprised by how direct Yu Shizun had suddenly become. Still, he nodded, his handsome face flushing.
Yu Shizun fell silent for a moment before speaking again.
“You can look, but no random pictures.”
Yan Zhen wondered if he’d misheard her. But Yu Shizun slowly lowered the arm that had been covering her chest, baring herself in her current vacuum state before his eyes.
Her beauty was like polished jade, fragrant sweat soaking through her cyan gown.
The gown, which had once billowed with an otherworldly grace, now clung damply to Yu Shizun’s skin, accentuating her voluptuous curves. Her full collar strained outward, with small peaks protruding on either side.
Higher still, the face that was usually veiled lay fully exposed. Her cheeks burned red as if rouged, and her normally cold, indifferent eyes brimmed with shyness—even a hint of amorous warmth.
The immortal had stirred mortal desires!
Yan Zhen’s heart stirred as well.
“Yu Shizun… Shishi?”
Yu Shizun’s delicate brows shot up at once.
“Don’t call me that randomly. Have some manners.”
Yan Zhen choked on his words and changed tack with a wry smile.
“Fine, I won’t. Yu Shizun sounds nice enough anyway.”
“…If you don’t want to look, then don’t.”
With that, Yu Shizun turned and walked away. Her jade feet stepped lightly over the water that gathered of its own accord beneath her—Treading Waves Microstep in truth, her silk socks brushing the faintest dust.
Yan Zhen gazed after Yu Shizun, captivated even by her retreating figure. Perhaps because she wore nothing underneath, her buttocks seemed especially pert, their graceful curve faintly visible beneath the hem of her skirt.
Snapping out of it, he hurried after her.
“Wait, Yu Shizun! I do want to look. I really do.”
Yu Shizun ignored him. With a light tap of her toe, she soared gracefully into the air. Her garments fluttered in the wind, as if an immortal were ascending to the heavens, never to return to the mortal realm.
Yan Zhen responded by dissolving his form into starlight. In an instant, he reappeared at Yu Shizun’s side. He reached out to grab her, but she slipped away with nimble ease.
Yu Shizun tapped her toe again. Ripples spread through the air like waves on water, and she floated away like willow fluff in the breeze, putting some distance between them. Yet her beautiful eyes remained fixed on him, brimming with unspoken words.
Yan Zhen had no intention of letting her escape. He veered sharply and accelerated in pursuit.
Starlight flashed once more, and he was at her side again, arms outstretched to pull her into his embrace. But Yu Shizun slipped away yet again.
And so the chase began across the vast space of the Tree Cave.
Starlight and cyan hues intertwined and parted repeatedly.
Yan Zhen could sense it: she wasn’t truly resisting, only hesitating. It was up to him to take the initiative.
With that thought, he summoned the Thousand Feathers Phoenix Immortal Fire. A pair of wings—the fastest in the world—coalesced at his back: Phoenix Wings.
A piercing phoenix cry rang out. The blazing crimson-golden wings beat fiercely, catapulting Yan Zhen’s speed to its limit. He was upon Yu Shizun in the blink of an eye, arms wide open. She collided into him in bewilderment, and he wrapped her tightly in his embrace.
“Let go,” Yu Shizun murmured softly, struggling lightly. “I said you could only look, nothing else.”
“Just no random pictures,” Yan Zhen quibbled. “I’m not taking any. I’m just hugging Yu Shizun.”
“…That’s not allowed either.”
“Doesn’t matter. Now that I’ve got you, Yu Shizun isn’t going anywhere.”
His Phoenix Wings folded in, forming a small, half-enclosed space from which she could not flee.
Nestled against Yan Zhen, Yu Shizun’s hands climbed to his shoulders. Bereft of her bellyband’s protection, her full breasts pressed against his chest, flattening enticingly. They felt incredibly soft and warm.
The two were of nearly equal height. Now face-to-face at such close range, Yan Zhen could hold back no longer. He leaned in and kissed her.
Yu Shizun never saw the sneak attack coming. Caught off guard, her soft red lips were captured.
Their four lips met, and time seemed to freeze in that instant.
Yu Shizun’s eyes widened in disbelief before squeezing shut. She clamped her lips tight, but under Yan Zhen’s insistent assault, her defenses crumbled.
Inexperienced as she was with such intimacy, Yu Shizun’s arms wrapped tightly around Yan Zhen’s waist. When their lips finally parted, she slumped against him, breathless and limp, her eyes misted over in a daze of desire.
“You… you rascal, you—”
Yan Zhen licked his lips and said nothing. Instead, he kissed her again.
He could have sworn her saliva carried a faint sweetness, like supreme-grade Spirit Spring water—intoxicating, yet only making him thirstier.
Yu Shizun let out a couple of soft hums and pushed half-heartedly at him before ceasing her resistance altogether. She even began to reciprocate his kiss.
Only after their lips parted once more did she finish her earlier sentence.
“How can you be so greedy?”
Yan Zhen dispersed his Phoenix Wings—Yu Shizun clearly had no intention of running now.
“People are greedy by nature. Maybe I’m especially so. Besides, you’re the one who tempted me first… No qualms about physical contact during dual cultivation, no boundaries while giving pointers, even sneaking a kiss on my neck… I’m a hot-blooded young man. Of course I’d have ideas.”
Called out on her hidden affections, Yu Shizun flushed crimson and buried her burning face against his chest like an ostrich hiding in the sand. In a small voice, she protested,
“That was just… just an elder’s concern for you. You’re the one who misunderstood.”
Yan Zhen gently lifted Yu Shizun’s chin, locking eyes with her.
“Then does Yu Shizun not like me?”
