Yan Zhen skipped the post-holiday banquet. Instead, he accompanied the five women to Listening Tide Pavilion, where they savored tea and pastries while admiring the scenery and chatting idly.
He retrieved a bottle of pills from his storage ring and set it on the table. “These are Nirvana Pills, refined primarily from Nirvana Fruits. There are three pills inside. After consuming them, Big Aunt, Little Aunt, and Mother-in-Law should advance to the Mystic Venerable Realm without delay. Once you’ve made the breakthrough, Big Aunt and Little Aunt can come to Rain God Peak and take up elder positions. Leave the academy to the other Yu Family members. Mother-in-Law can hold an honorary elder title too, dropping by the Holy Land now and then for official duties—and to unwind a little.”
The three beautiful elders exchanged glances before nodding in unison, accepting Yan Zhen’s proposal.
Yan Zhen then produced two more Nirvana Pills. “These are for Mentor Yu Xuan and Aunt Shui Bailan. They can only be taken once, so pick your moment carefully—or hold onto them for now. They’re effective for anyone below the Mystic Venerable Realm.”
Mentor Yu Xuan smiled at Aunt Shui Bailan. “Now Aunt won’t have to worry about falling behind anymore.”
Aunt Shui Bailan’s cheeks flushed pink. Her talent was merely above average, and progress had grown excruciatingly slow since reaching the Mystic Lord Realm. Staying on Holy Son Peak felt awkward; unlike Yan Meng’er and the others, she belonged to the elder generation.
Without Mystic Venerable cultivation, she lacked the confidence to face the stewards from other peaks. She dreaded embarrassing Holy Son Peak—or Yan Zhen.
Not to mention contending with those other prodigies among the sisters, each more monstrous than the last.
“Don’t stress, Aunt,” Yan Zhen reassured her. “Thanks to you and Mentor Yu Xuan handling all the peak’s affairs, everyone else can focus on cultivation. They’re truly grateful to both of you.”
“That’s true, but I still need to live up to Holy Son Peak’s reputation.”
“Then let’s work hard together. My own cultivation puts me at the bottom of the pack on Holy Son Peak.”
“…”
Yan Zhen suddenly felt a pang of worry. If even they thought that way, how anxious must the true bottom-dwellers like Meng’er and Cousin Ruyu be?
—Well, Meng’er was out; that lazy pup wouldn’t care. Senior Sister Xue’er had her Snow Eagle, so she was probably fine. But Cousin Ruyu and Senior Sister Xinyan might be feeling the pressure.
—Oh, and Xian’er too. Cai Lian, Zi Ji, and Sister Long Ying had all reached the Supreme Realm, leaving her stuck at Mystic Venerable. She must be itching to catch up.
For Xian’er to boost her strength quickly, though, she’d need to head to Thousand-Li Evil Abyss on Crimson Yang Continent—the birthplace of sha body cultivators, home to a horde of killing aura practitioners.
Crimson Yang Continent lay in the Northern Three Continents, separated from the Southern Three Continents by a encircling sea and Emerald Continent. It was a long haul. The Phoenix God Clan’s teleportation gate could’ve gotten her there, but that wasn’t an option now. Better to head back and comfort her first.
—That said, if Xian’er mastered Gangsha Unity to completion, she might break through to Mystic Venerable without that old path of killing aura cultivation from her past life.
“Emmm…”
Yan Zhen lapsed into thought. The women let him be, quietly savoring the cozy moment.
That evening, Yan Zhen joined Mentor Yu Xuan and the others for another soak in White Jade Spring.
He’d reshaped the spring’s faux rocks with Rootless Earth Spirit Fire into a floating water hut, complete with a waterbed. It made for the perfect pleasure den.
Yan Zhen just had to enjoy himself; the rest was up to Mentor Yu Xuan and the women. Different pairings, different flavors—they satisfied him to the hilt.
Still, he preferred holding them up to the mirror, so he conjured a water mirror and admired them one by one.
After a full round, they were thoroughly pliant, curling up in his arms or on his lap like contented kittens, eyes closed in rest.
The next day, Yan Zhen left a spatial mark at the Yu Family estate, bid farewell to the Yu Family Head Mother-in-Law, and departed Rain Heaven Island.
Yu Shizun had left ahead of time. Yan Zhen first escorted Big Aunt Yu Yan and Little Aunt Yu Qing back to Holy Land Academy, leaving spatial marks there too. Then he tore open space and returned to Jialan Holy Land, materializing atop Holy Son Peak.
Cousin Sister Yudie headed back to Rain God Peak on her own, while Mentor Yu Xuan and Aunt Shui Bailan went off to handle their duties.
After three days with the Yu Family, Yan Yan—his eldest daughter—must’ve missed her father. She was the first to rush out and greet him.
Scooping up his big girl, Yan Zhen entered Jia Flame Cave and checked in on her briefly.
“Where’s your mother consort?”
“Training with Sister Long Ying and Aunt Zi at Ancestor Chen Xi’s place.”
“I see. Then I won’t disturb them for now. I need to find your Aunt Xian’er. Wanna come, Yan’er?”
“Nah, I’ll leave you and Aunt Xian’er to your alone time. I’m a good girl who knows better.”
“…Little imp. Go play, but don’t wander off.”
“Okay! Bye, Daddy~”
Yan Yan was a reincarnator too. Childlike in heart, but sharp as a tack. He should discuss it with Cai Lian later—give her a Nirvana Fruit.
The fruit’s medicinal power was immense. At her current level, Yan Yan would likely fall into a deep slumber after taking it. They’d need to prepare properly.
Beyond that, it was time to get Ling’er born soon. She was probably getting impatient.
Arriving at Immortal Spirit Cave, Yi Xian’er was—as expected—cultivating on her bed. She was the most diligent cultivator on Holy Son Peak.
Sensing Yan Zhen’s arrival, she swiftly ended her session and struck without a word. A vortex of killing aura drew him in.
Yan Zhen didn’t resist. He floated over and tumbled atop her, her arms hooking around his neck.
Yi Xian’er murmured softly, “Every time you go to the Yu Family, you hate coming back.”
Yan Zhen chuckled wryly. “It’s not that dramatic—just three days.”
She huffed lightly. “Then spend the next three days cultivating Gangsha Unity with me. I need to hit the Supreme Realm fast, or that snake girl will mock me.”
—She was indeed worked up.
Though Xian’er and Cai Lian no longer clashed outright like before, they were light-years from friendly. Even serving him together, they’d compete in the shadows.
Yan Zhen grinned and agreed. “As you wish.”
Yi Xian’er’s heart fluttered with joy, a faint smile curving her lips. “Call me your Xian’er baby.”
“Xian’er baby.”
“Kiss me.”
“Mua~”
“Mmm~ ” Yi Xian’er beamed even brighter. “Then let me be on top.”
Yan Zhen coughed. “That… needs some thought.”
“I want to pamper you.”
“Bad influence.”
“I love you so much, Yan Zhen~”
“Flattery won’t sway me right away.”
“You’re the best, Yan Zhen~”
“…”
Yan Zhen couldn’t withstand Xian’er’s tender onslaught. He lay back once more, serving as her cauldron as they dual cultivated Gangsha Unity together.
His physical body had reached Complete Great Completion, perfectly matching Yi Xian’er’s Mystic Venerable Realm.
They cultivated for a full ten days.
Bolstered by Yan Zhen’s yang essence and her own deep foundations, Yi Xian’er finally broke through to the Supreme Realm, condensing her Killing Aura Domain.
Amid the dual cultivation, Yan Zhen advanced to Eight-Grade Sovereign.
Gangsha fully fused, yin and yang in harmony—immune to myriad tribulations, impervious to all techniques!
