Yan Zhen cheerfully stowed away his special trump card. Then, he circulated his mystic power to the Star Shifting Fire Seal in his palm and entered the Crystal Stone Space.
The scenery before his eyes shifted, and Yan Zhen found himself on the altar—or more precisely, atop the protruding stone bed in its center.
He sat in the middle of the bed and blinked in a daze. The setup around him was a bit different from usual.
The raised stone bed was now covered with white bedding and a pillow. The size and style made it resemble a hospital bed perfectly. At the head stood a curved U-shaped frame from which hung a curtain of emerald green. When drawn fully, it enclosed the entire bed.
“Master?”
Yan Zhen called out. Moments later, the Beautiful Female Master emerged from one side of the curtain. She was no longer in her usual flowing black robe with wide sleeves, evoking an ethereal immortal air. Instead, her outfit echoed the “older female teacher” look from before, but with a modern twist.
She wore a fitted pencil skirt below, paired with black silk stockings and high heels. A garter belt connected the hem of the skirt to the stockings, striking a balance of sensuality without vulgarity. Above, a green high-neck sweater hugged her figure, the front strained taut by her ample G-cup bust—a weighty presence that was impossible to ignore. All of this was draped in a white coat that fell to her knees, lending an air of sanctity.
No extraneous jewelry adorned her. Only the ends of her silver-white hair were tied with a blue hair tie, her straight nose bridged by oval glasses, and a stethoscope dangling from her slender neck.
She was the picture of a sexy female doctor straight out of an anime.
“M-Master?”
Yan Zhen stared dumbly at his own master, his mind a complete fog.
Why had his Beautiful Female Master donned modern clothes again? Where did she even get them? And why dress like this?
He couldn’t figure it out, but he had to admit—this outfit suited his tastes perfectly. The combo of black stockings with garters and a white coat was killer: both innocent and tempting, stirring an instant urge to pounce.
“Zhen’er, you’re hurt. Lie down quick.”
The Beautiful Female Master—no, the beautiful doctor—gave him a gentle smile. Her jade hips, wrapped in the pencil skirt, settled lightly on the bed’s edge. She extended a pale, slender hand to steady Yan Zhen’s shoulder, guiding him down onto the bed.
Yan Zhen complied obediently, lying back as his heated gaze, brimming with curiosity, lingered on his master. He was a little lost in the moment.
“Master, why… why are you dressed like this?”
His disciple’s reaction didn’t escape her notice. Seeing how much he liked it filled her heart with a sweetness like blooming nectar. It had been worth the effort to dress up and prepare everything.
She had considered splitting off an avatar to play the role of a “nurse,” but it felt too strange, so she’d scrapped the idea for now.
“Does this outfit not suit this master?”
She smiled and countered. Yan Zhen immediately replied:
“It looks good—really good! Master looks good in anything.”
“Sweet talk gets no reward.”
Chen Xi basked in her disciple’s adoring gaze, fighting to keep her delight from showing. With composed poise, she unwound the bandage on his arm.
“Zhen’er, did you use the Three Heavy Strikes of the Eight Extremes Explosion during your duel?”
“Uh, yes, Master.” Yan Zhen blinked, bracing for a scolding. “Even two layers of force weren’t enough to pierce through for a finishing blow, so I went all out with three.”
“Reckless.”
Chen Xi chided him softly, then fell quiet. Her heart ached at the sight of his arm, swollen to twice its size. She pressed her delicate fingers gently against the muscled flesh.
Yan Zhen hissed in pain.
He had swallowed a Tier 3 elixir, but without circulating his cultivation to refine it, the dispersed medicinal power wasn’t enough to fully dull the ache in his arm.
Even as he gasped, Chen Xi didn’t relent. A cluster of multicolored flames flickered to life on her fingertip, softly caressing his forearm.
Yan Zhen felt as if his arm had been plunged into icy water. The burning swell and pain eased dramatically. No wonder this was a top-ten healing extreme flame!
The Beautiful Female Master’s hand bore quiet, colorful flames. She kneaded and massaged his arm muscles with feather-light touches, making Yan Zhen feel utterly relaxed.
“This master has used the Starlight Glazed Fire to ease your injuries for now. But for a quick recovery, you’ll still need to take a Tier 3 or higher healing pill along with it…”
Yan Zhen answered honestly:
“Master, I already took a Tier 3 healing pill. It was… from Senior Sister Xue’er.”
Chen Xi blinked in surprise. In her previous life, Yan Zhen had only sought out the relevant materials from the Golden Jade Chamber of Commerce on her instructions, which she then refined into a Tier 3 healing pill. How had he already taken one?
“Senior Sister Xue’er?”
“Yeah, Xue’er is my cousin and cousin-in-law’s best friend. She’s also the owner of the estate where I’m staying now. We’re on pretty good terms.”
“Ho~ On good terms, so she just hands you a Tier 3 elixir?”
“She said she needed a favor from me anyway, so she was paying it forward early like that.”
“I see.” Chen Xi’s smile returned. “What pill did she give you to take, Zhen’er?”
“Uh, I think it was called an Internal Vitality Pill.”
“Internal Vitality Pill? A superior-grade Tier 3 healing pill—quite good. But it focuses on repairing internal injuries to the organs. It won’t do much for the meridian damage from overusing the Eight Extremes Explosion.”
“Is that so?” Yan Zhen blinked, not entirely grasping the details but thinking the plot might be back on track. Good news! “Then… then I’ll head to the Golden Jade Chamber of Commerce later, buy some Tier 3 materials, and have you refine one for me, Master? Can you?”
Chen Xi shook her head gently:
“No need. This master already prepared healing medicine for you.”
Uh.
So the Beautiful Female Master had planned ahead. As expected from the master who doted on him so much!
Though it was a shame the plot hadn’t fully realigned, being pampered like this by his Beautiful Female Master made Yan Zhen plenty happy.
“Master, gimme the pill~”
Lying on the bed, Yan Zhen wheedled like a sick child, his long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. His obedient look nearly made Chen Xi lose her composure. She coughed twice to steady herself, then said with a touch of shyness:
“Close your eyes first, Zhen’er.”
Yan Zhen shut his eyes obediently. Soon, he felt his master climb onto the bed, lifting his head to pillow it in that familiar, plush softness.
The ultimate knee pillow from his Beautiful Female Master!
A Mystic sense of security washed over Yan Zhen.
Rustling sounds followed, and a faint, elegant fragrance bloomed right above his nose. He couldn’t help but sniff.
“Open your mouth, Zhen’er.”
At his master’s gentle voice, Yan Zhen parted his lips slightly. Something tender, like a peeled grape, slipped into his mouth. Sweet, warm juice trickled out, smooth and fragrant with a hint of natural sugar, sliding down his throat.
The medicinal liquid spread a gentle, persistent warmth through his belly. At the same time, the Beautiful Female Master’s silky hand pressed against his stomach, rubbing softly to guide the heat into streams of warmth that flowed to his limbs.
Apart from his self-inflicted arm injury, Yan Zhen had picked up various scrapes and frostbite elsewhere—minor wounds, but ones that could leave hidden troubles if ignored.
Under the warmth’s influence, those small injuries healed rapidly. Even his worst-wounded arm stopped throbbing amid the cozy relief.
