However, after being turned into a child by his Saint Lord Master so many times, Yan Zhen had gradually grown accustomed to it. He closed his eyes once more to prepare for cultivation, but soon he felt himself being scooped up and deposited into another fragrant, soft embrace.
The Evil Consort clutched Yan Zhen like a tigress guarding her cub, her deep black eyes—dark as midnight—glaring at the Jialan Fairy as she snapped in displeasure,
“You perverted woman, don’t disturb Yan’er’s cultivation!”
The Jialan Fairy furrowed her brows slightly and shot back,
“That line belongs to me. Yan’er was on the verge of entering meditation, and you yanked him right out of my arms. Your jealousy is way over the top—let go of Yan’er and let him keep cultivating.”
With that, she lunged forward, reaching out with both hands to snatch him away.
The Evil Consort refused to yield, and the two of them wrestled fiercely over Yan Zhen.
One moment Yan Zhen was buried in the generous softness on one side, the next in the plush warmth on the other. Finally, he ended up wedged firmly between them, snowy mounds pressing in from front and back, nearly submerging his little head entirely and leaving him struggling to breathe.
“Yan’er feels so uncomfortable—let go already, Evil Consort.”
“You’re the one who needs to let go, Jialan! Don’t think This Palace is clueless about what you’re scheming. With This Palace here, you shameless woman won’t lay a finger on Yan’er!”
“What do you mean ‘lay a finger’? That’s such an ugly way to put it. I just want to stand guard for Yan’er while he cultivates. Don’t slander me like that.”
“Hmph! You know perfectly well whether it’s true or not.”
The two women locked horns, one radiating a dark aura while the other emanated pure white. Black and white clashed in a tense stalemate, pushing and yielding by turns—they were clearly in it for the long haul.
The Evil Consort inwardly fumed that this was supposed to be her private world with Yan Zhen, only for Jialan, that shotacon freak, to barge in and ruin it—a heinous crime. Meanwhile, the Jialan Fairy seethed that the Evil Consort had brazenly whisked Yan Zhen away, stashing him in the Consort God Palace like a plaything, which was utterly contemptible. Now she was trying to steal her little Yan’er too? That just made it worse.
—Glare!
The two beautiful masters showed no signs of backing down.
“…”
Sandwiched in the middle, Yan Zhen felt utterly helpless. He wriggled his head free with effort, only to find two ripe, luscious berries bumping right in front of his face, neither willing to give ground. Like a starving little beast, he lunged forward and took a greedy bite.
The Evil Consort and Jialan Fairy trembled simultaneously, a soft, seductive moan escaping their lips. The Mystic Saintly aura they had gathered instantly dissipated, their beautiful eyes glazing over with a thin mist as they stared dazedly at their mischievous darling disciple.
“Yan’er, no.”
“Good Yan’er, let go~”
If Yan Zhen had only fawned over one of them, it would have been fine—even delightful. But devouring both at once like this? It felt downright bizarre.
They weren’t that close.
Undeterred, Yan Zhen stretched out his tiny arms and hugged both beautiful masters tightly, forcing them to stay put.
Seeing this, the Evil Consort and Jialan Fairy hesitated. They shot each other a glare, then tacitly declared a truce, silently watching Yan Zhen between them, their eyes brimming with indulgence.
—Finally, some peace.
Yan Zhen let out a secret sigh of relief. Sensing the deep affection from his two beautiful masters, he felt both joyful and touched. He looked up and said,
“Saint Lord Master, Evil Consort Master, I love you both~”
The Evil Consort rolled her eyes at Yan Zhen and flicked his forehead lightly with her slender jade finger.
“Greedy Ghost.”
Yan Zhen yelped in pain and scratched his head.
The Jialan Fairy immediately shoved the Evil Consort’s hand away and rubbed Yan Zhen’s forehead, complaining,
“Don’t you dare hit him.”
The Evil Consort huffed coldly but said nothing more.
Yan Zhen flashed an appeasing smile, then planted a wet smooch on the Evil Consort Master’s cheek to show his affection.
The Evil Consort wasn’t used to Yan Zhen’s current childish form. A blush spread across her stunning face, and she found the whole thing rather odd inside.
The Evil Consort Master’s reaction is kinda cute… With that thought, Yan Zhen turned and kissed the Saint Lord Master’s cheek.
The Jialan Fairy’s heart bloomed with joy. Her pale golden eyes narrowed into thin slits, and her red lips curved into a gentle smile.
“Yan’er, such a good boy~”
She reached out to scoop him up and cradle him close, maybe even feed him until he was full, but the Evil Consort was quicker, blocking her.
“…”
The Jialan Fairy reluctantly gave up on further cuddling and said softly,
“Time to start cultivating, Yan’er. I’ll stand proper guard for you.”
Yan Zhen nodded crisply.
“Thanks, Saint Lord Master~”
The Evil Consort beside them coughed pointedly twice, and Yan Zhen quickly added,
“And thanks to you too, Evil Consort Master.”
Only then did the Evil Consort hum in satisfaction.
And so, sandwiched protectively between his two beautiful masters, Yan Zhen settled back into meditation. He drew on the medicinal power of the Yellow Springs Water for his final adjustments to his meridians and mystic power.
Around noon, Yan Zhen finally emerged from his cultivation state. His aura had stabilized completely, with none of the instability that came from a rushed breakthrough.
Truth be told, the Evil Consort and Jialan Fairy had already smoothed most of it out through dual cultivation. Using the Yellow Springs Water afterward was something of a waste.
But in their eyes, the Yellow Springs Water couldn’t compare to a single hair on Yan Zhen’s head. If they wanted to use it, they used it.
Yan Zhen felt thoroughly relaxed all over. He was now a bona fide Seventh-Rank Supreme. Next up was real combat practice to get used to wielding this power—namely, the Supreme Domain!
Within one’s domain, they reigned supreme. That was the mark of a true Supreme powerhouse!
He opened his eyes to find both beautiful masters out of the water, dressed in loose monochromatic bathrobes, standing quietly by the pool’s edge and watching over him.
Yan Zhen felt a twinge of regret. He’d wanted another taste of that double delight, sharing both beauties like twin lotuses on a single stem. But earlier, he’d been too focused on stopping their bickering to savor it properly.
Since both his beautiful masters had climbed out, Yan Zhen—who’d been soaking all morning—didn’t want to linger either. He stood, walked across the water’s surface to them, and casually evaporated the moisture from his skin.
“Saint Lord Master, Evil Consort Master, I’m all tuned up.”
The Evil Consort nodded slightly, her gaze drifting downward involuntarily. She was secretly startled.
“Ahem, put some clothes on, Yan’er—but This Palace doesn’t have anything in your current size—Jialan, change him back already!”
Yet the Jialan Fairy produced a set of children’s clothes from her storage ring, beaming as she said,
“This will do just fine—come here, Yan’er. Let me help you dress.”
Yan Zhen’s mouth twitched violently. He was a bit speechless, but his Saint Lord Master was clearly having a blast, so he played along to avoid spoiling her fun.
The three returned to the bedchamber via a space portal. The Evil Consort, eager for some alone time with Yan Zhen, said coolly,
“Jialan, it’s time for you to leave. You can’t just freeload here forever, no matter how you slice it.”
The Jialan Fairy replied leisurely,
“It’s been two days already—time to head back, or Chen Xi might come looking. Yan’er, let’s go.”
Before Yan Zhen could respond, the Evil Consort cut in,
“Yan’er will cultivate here with This Palace. You can go by yourself!”
The Jialan Fairy said calmly,
“We agreed to one cycle each for instruction. It’s still the first cycle—my turn to guide Yan’er’s cultivation.”
“That agreement’s ancient history. It doesn’t count anymore.”
“Are you going back on your word, Evil Consort?”
Seeing his two beautiful masters on the verge of another spat, Yan Zhen hurriedly intervened,
“Um, Evil Consort Master, I need to swing by the Yu Family soon. I’ll come back to the Dead City and keep you company in a few days.”
