As Yan Zhen’s good big sister, Ji Ya had made the acquaintance of quite a few Mystic Saint experts in her previous life, including Yi Xian’er right in front of her—who would become one in the future. But those were mostly superficial connections. The ones she knew best were still her two little sisters and Master Chen Xi.
The key point was that most Saint Realm powerhouses weren’t within the Mystic Heaven Seven Continents at all. Instead, they had gathered on the Eighth Continent, the pathway to the outer world.
Even looking across the entire Jialan Continent, there weren’t many Mystic Saint experts. So how could Yi Xian’er possibly know one?
“Little Sister Xian’er, you’re quite the joker. Did you perhaps receive an inheritance from some mighty Mystic Saint in a dream?”
“No, she told me so in person.”
Ji Ya arched an eyebrow.
“Oh? And who might that Mystic Saint senior be? Is there a record of her?”
Every time a Mystic Saint was born, it was enough to shake an entire continent. Without exception, they would be recorded in the historical annals.
On a certain year, month, and day, a certain saint ascended to sainthood. Even if the individual deliberately concealed their name, there would still be a marker.
Yi Xian’er stared straight at Ji Ya, speaking unhurriedly.
“It was Yan Zhen’s master.”
“Eh?” Ji Ya froze, uncharacteristically losing her composure as her mind raced. “Little Sister Xian’er, you know Little Brother Yan Zhen’s master?”
“You know her too. It’s Master Chen Xi.”
That made Ji Ya unable to stay seated any longer. She shot up from her chair with a thud, staring at Yi Xian’er in shock.
“You—you how—”
“Like you, I have memories from my previous life.” Yi Xian’er said calmly. “I’m Thousand Fiends. You should recognize me now, right, Sister Ji Ya?”
“You—you’ve reincarnated too?”
Ji Ya was utterly astonished.
Even when she saw Mentor Yu Xuan and Yan Zhen looking like a couple in Silver Moon City, she had only thought it was a change in the timeline after her own reincarnation. She never imagined that others had reincarnated as well.
In that case, did Mentor Yu Xuan and the others treat Yan Zhen differently from their previous life because they had reincarnated too?
“Did Sister Ji Ya think she was the one and only reincarnator?”
“Er heh heh. Little Sister Xian’er, who could have imagined that something as unbelievable as this wasn’t a one-off?”
Reincarnation involved time, causality, and fate—domains that only Imperial Sovereign powerhouses could touch.
They had all witnessed Yan Zhen using the Time Art firsthand, but that was merely simple acceleration, stillness, or reversal of time.
As for causality and fate, those were the foundational forces of the world’s operation, existing only in legends and imagination. Not even the historical records mentioned them.
“So, Little Sister Xian’er, you’re saying you deliberately told Little Brother Yan Zhen the medicine pool formula to sabotage my plans?”
Ji Ya steered the conversation back, her tone accusatory.
Yi Xian’er remained utterly serene, meeting the challenge head-on.
“Not at all. I just wanted to remind Sister Ji Ya that hogging everything to yourself isn’t a good idea.”
“Oh? And what exactly does Little Sister Xian’er mean by that?”
Ji Ya couldn’t quite fathom Yi Xian’er’s intentions.
The Thousand Fiend Queen was no one to underestimate, even if she hadn’t yet awakened the dormant power within her.
The same went for Yi Xian’er herself. With merely Mystic Master cultivation, she already commanded the vast Golden Jade Chamber of Commerce. One could only imagine what methods Ji Ya possessed.
“I’ll help you, and you’ll help me. We form an alliance.”
“Er heh heh.” Ji Ya forced a smile. “Little Sister Xian’er, that’s some way to put it. You’re here to stir up trouble, but you call it helping? I’m not that naive, sister~”
“No trouble. Just help.”
“Threatening me? That won’t work. Go ahead and cause your chaos, Little Sister Xian’er. I’ll still do body fusion dual cultivation with Little Brother Yan Zhen. Over the next month, he’ll fill me up every single day, while you, his little assistant, can only watch enviously from the sidelines~”
Ji Ya spoke with no small amount of smugness, propping her sharp chin on one hand in lazy repose.
“I’m a cauldron constitution, after all. My pregnancy qi is probably even better than She Ji’s little sister’s. As long as I don’t refine his seed, getting pregnant with one or two is a piece of cake.”
Yi Xian’er felt a twinge of sourness. Her Fiend Body couldn’t mesh with Yan Zhen’s Gang Body. By the time they figured out the Gangsha Unity method, it would be too late.
In contrast, Ji Ya’s cauldron constitution offered endless advantages. Not only could it boost Yan Zhen during dual cultivation, but it also made conceiving his child a simple matter.
“Sister Ji Ya, you’re being far too optimistic. Dual cultivation is about cultivation, not ordinary lovemaking between man and woman. There’s virtually no chance of pregnancy.”
“Little Sister Xian’er, you’re too straightforward.” Ji Ya giggled. “Once the dual cultivation’s done, I’ll just hop into Little Brother Yan Zhen’s lap and give it a proper ride. Problem solved?”
Yi Xian’er let out a cold laugh in return.
“Sister Ji Ya really has no self-awareness. With your cauldron constitution’s extreme sensitivity, whether you can even endure the treatment is questionable. And you think about what comes after?”
Those words struck right at Ji Ya’s sore spot.
From what she knew, Yan Zhen was incredibly powerful. Even her two Nine-Star Mystic Saint little sisters together weren’t his match. On the second day of their wedding, they had emerged from the room with trembling legs, walking with wobbly steps.
A cauldron constitution was normally quite formidable—around Yan Ruyu’s level. But once the cauldron was opened, both offensive and defensive power plummeted, turning it into helpless, beautiful flesh, more like Yan Meng’er.
In those “spring dreams” she had before, she had unknowingly opened her own cauldron during the treatment and been ravished half to death by him. In desperation, she had called in Aunt Mu and the twin bodyguards for help. Four against one, and they had barely claimed victory.
But in reality, that was impossible. Forget the half-puppet, half-dead soldier twin bodyguards. Aunt Mu was an elder—having her kneel under Yan Zhen’s crotch to serve him? What kind of propriety was that?
“Could Little Sister Xian’er help me, then?”
“Helping you helps me too.” Yi Xian’er said calmly. “As Yan Zhen’s assistant now, I can help him deal with you—or help you handle him.”
Ji Ya fell silent, weighing the pros and cons.
“Just simple help like that?”
“Of course not. We’re forming an alliance to join forces against any other women who might have reincarnated like us—especially that one from the City of Water.”
Ji Ya chuckled inwardly. Everyone knew Yi Xian’er and She Ji were at odds. Who would have thought their grudge persisted even before it fully formed in this life? She was still holding onto it.
Bickering like this was just giving others an opening to exploit. How foolish.
If it were her, she’d pull in as many sisters as possible. Enjoy the highest authority in the rear palace—whether main wife or not, she’d be better than one~.
“Since Little Sister Xian’er is so sincere, it wouldn’t do for me to refuse. Just as you say—we’ll form an alliance.”
“It’s a deal.”
“Naturally.”
At last, the two women reached a friendly consensus.
“About the medicine pool formula, Sister Ji Ya must have a way to handle it, right?”
“Just say the ingredients can’t be found.”
“Then we’ll leave it at that for now. I hope Sister Ji Ya honors our agreement.”
“Sister values her word above all. I hope Little Sister Xian’er does too.”
“Heh heh heh.”
“Giggle giggle giggle.”
Both peerless beauties laughed, though their smiles carried a hint of menace.
