The Evil God Clan was utterly mad, and the Evil Consort—who possessed a god-level bloodline—was pathologically so. The best proof lay in her three utterly distinct secondary bodies, especially the Faceless Woman that represented her “divine soul.”
At the same time, the Evil Consort was insufferably arrogant. In her eyes, all things and beings were inferior, with Yan Zhen as the sole exception.
Her love for Yan Zhen stemmed from hatred in her previous life. Unbeknownst to her, that hate had blossomed into love. Only after her rebirth did she recognize her true feelings, making them all the more Mystic.
Within the dimly lit bedchamber, the gauze curtains revealed two figures embracing face-to-face on the bed.
The Evil Consort straddled Yan Zhen’s lap, feeding him while gently stroking his hair. Her breath came in soft pants, her black pearl-like eyes reflecting the youth’s handsome face, brimming with intense, indulgent affection.
Unlike Chen Xi and Jialan Fairy, the Evil Consort lacked much maternal warmth. At first, she had merely been imitating Chen Xi, but now she simply spoiled Yan Zhen rotten, giving him everything he desired.
Watching him lose himself completely in the moment filled the Evil Consort with Mystic satisfaction. Soft hums escaped her lips and nose now and then as she felt her strength draining away, siphoned bit by bit into him. Her back even struggled to stay straight.
—from its essence, it was indeed Life Mysterious Power, born from the reversal of her Death Mystic Force. It was exceedingly precious and rare.
Yet she harbored no resistance. On the contrary, she wished he would consume even more, stuffing his belly round and full to bar Chen Xi and Jialan Fairy from intruding. She wanted to monopolize this warm, intimate moment.
“Yan’er…”
Unable to restrain herself, the Evil Consort leaned down slightly to kiss his forehead and hair, unleashing the torrent of love surging through her like rolling waves of heat.
Yan Zhen released his mouth, his tongue laden with sweet fragrance, and turned to claim his Evil Consort Master’s lips, letting her taste it for herself.
Even with her iron will, the Evil Consort flushed crimson at his boldness, but she could not deny her heart’s treasure. She yielded to his initiative, producing the nectar only to savor it herself.
Yan Zhen chuckled mischievously, his eyes narrowing to slits, before resuming his suckling from the other side.
Freshly advanced to the Supreme realm, Yan Zhen’s mystic power brimmed full within him. Gulping down so much Life Mysterious Power gradually transformed it into vital blood essence, fortifying his Body Realm. It left him burning hot all over, his blood surging wildly.
Life Mysterious Power, derived from reversing Death Mystic Force, proved far too nourishing. Like the Saint Lord Master, his Evil Consort Master knew nothing of moderation in its quality or quantity.
By contrast, the Beautiful Female Master was a masterclass in restraint.
Strange as it sounded, it was only fitting for the Flame Saint…
The sensation of fullness intensified. Yan Zhen finally released his Evil Consort Master at just the right moment and began kneading her with a simple massage.
“Evil Consort Master, what gift do you have for me?”
The Evil Consort flashed a seductive smile.
“From this moment onward, all of This Palace belongs to you, Yan’er.”
Yan Zhen blinked.
“Are you giving yourself to me, Evil Consort Master?”
The Evil Consort extended her snow-white arms, hooking them around the back of his neck.
“Do you like This Palace’s gift, Yan’er?”
“Of course I do.” Yan Zhen buried his face in the soft bosom before him. “I like it more than anything.”
“Yan’er…” Heat blazed in the Evil Consort’s heart. Emboldened, she declared, “This Palace loves you. This Palace wants you now. My good Yan’er, my sweet Yan’er…”
As she spoke, she kissed him—not limiting herself to his lips. She peeled away his clothes mid-kiss, soon leaving him as scantily clad as herself. Then she pushed him down once more.
Yan Zhen tried to rise, but the Evil Consort pinned him firmly, her tone commanding.
“This Palace will pamper you. You mustn’t move, Yan’er.”
A touch of embarrassment colored Yan Zhen’s face. Cai Lian and Xian’er occasionally enjoyed this dynamic too, but he wasn’t accustomed to it. He resorted to his cutest plea.
“Evil Consort Master~~~”
Alas, the ploy was tailor-made for Chen Xi and Jialan Fairy. It held no sway over the Evil Consort.
She pressed an index finger to his lips, silencing him. Her jade hand trailed to his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin.
“Your heart races so, Yan’er. No need for nerves—leave everything to This Palace.”
“……”
Yan Zhen had no choice but to lie back obediently, at the mercy of the “wicked woman.”
Though tempted to devour her beloved treasure on the spot, the Evil Consort retained her composure.
“You’ve only just advanced, Yan’er. Your cultivation remains unstable. This Palace will first circulate your mystic power for you, lest your body falter after absorbing This Palace’s Primordial Yin.”
She bent low, her dark-red lips pressing to his neck, collarbone, shoulders, and arms, then his chest, diaphragm, and abdomen. Each kiss ignited a brilliant glow of Life Mysterious Power. Her jade hands followed, deftly stroking and pressing key acupoints to clear his meridians and dispel any blockages.
Stabilizing a Supreme’s realm was child’s play for a Mystic Saint Expert. Yet the Evil Consort drew it out into an elaborate, sensual ritual—the effect was identical.
Yan Zhen felt the bloating in his body ebb away. He relaxed utterly, like a ragdoll stuffed with cotton, light as a feather.
A sly smile curved the Evil Consort’s lips. She tugged off his trousers, and a Long-Trunked Little Elephant pattern leaped into view, startling her.
She recalled the time she had changed his clothes—he had worn Boxer Shorts with a similar design.
“Yan’er, you’re a grown man now. Why are you still wearing underwear with that childish pattern?”
Yan Zhen flushed with shyness but defended his cherished choice.
“I think it looks great.”
The Evil Consort prodded the elephant’s trunk with a slender jade finger. Then, uncharacteristically, she covered her mouth and burst into delighted giggles.
Yan Zhen pouted, his brows furrowing as he grumbled softly.
“Evil Consort Master, is it really that funny?”
The Evil Consort composed herself somewhat, though mirth lingered at her lips.
“Forgive This Palace for overdoing it. You look fetching in anything, Yan’er.”
She poked at him again with her jade finger, utterly unrepentant.
Yan Zhen huffed and turned his face away.
Smiling playfully, the Evil Consort pressed to his side, teasing and kissing him until he softened once more. Only then did she resume her position atop him.
“It’s time, Yan’er~”
Tension gripped Yan Zhen. His breath hitched as he watched, wide-eyed, while the raven-haired beauty in black slowly lowered herself. They both exhaled long, heated breaths in unison.
The Evil Consort tensed as well, a forbidden barrier shattering within her, delivering exquisite thrill.
“Mm~ Yan’er… Don’t be afraid. This Palace will… will teach you well.”
She clasped his hands, their fingers intertwining, then began to rock gently.
The curtains fell. The spring night ignited. Through the long hours until dawn, her cries rose like sobs.
Meanwhile, in Jialan Holy Land, Jialan Fairy sensed Yan Zhen’s absence from Holy Son Peak and immediately suspected the Dead City. Irritation flickered within her. Transforming into a streak of pure white mystic light, she soared toward the Dead City to find him.
The Dead City’s Town Guarding God Generals dared not bar Jialan Fairy’s path. Instead, they scrambled to fling open the gates.
Once inside the Dead City, Jialan Fairy detected the White Lotus Mark upon Yan Zhen. Without hesitation, she teleported straight to him.
