She had just run off mid-sentence. What a sly one, that Yi Xian’er!
Yan Zhen climbed out of the water with a resentful look on his face. He evaporated the moisture from his body and skipped the bathrobe this time, changing instead into his own clothes.
Just then, a mission completion chime rang in his mind, and the System Interface popped up before his eyes.
“Already?”
He hadn’t expected the task to complete after just one treatment session.
That meant Sister Ji Ya was out of mortal danger. All that remained was helping her refine the lingering medicinal power—no need to drag it out for over a month like the script suggested.
The Body Fusion Dual Cultivation method was more efficient than soaking in the medicine pool anyway, so it made sense.
【Special Trump Card: My Wings: When activated, temporarily borrows power from those who admire the host. The more targets and the higher their cultivation realms, the stronger the borrowed power.】
Hmm? This trump card looked interesting… Yan Zhen’s eyes lit up with curiosity.
Many special trump cards had built-in limits—for instance, King’s Overbearing Aura only intimidated those at the Mystic King Realm or below, and Money Ability was capped at 100 million crystal coins.
But “My Wings” had no such restriction. Did that mean there was no theoretical upper bound?
The key question was, how deep did the “admiration” have to run? Back at Mystic Academy, he’d had plenty of admirers—flocks of fangirls. Would they count? Or did it have to be like with Meng’er and the others?
What about the Beautiful Female Master? Did she qualify?
Yan Zhen could certainly feel her affection for him, but “admiration” didn’t quite fit. “Fondness,” “pampering,” and “dear love” were more accurate.
If the Beautiful Female Master counted, borrowing her power would be incredibly potent, wouldn’t it?
Yan Zhen flipped the card over, but it offered no specifics on borrowing capacity.
—Tch, this System must’ve been coded by half a programmer. They couldn’t even be bothered to include the numbers!
On top of the mission reward, breaking through to a new realm had granted him an extra trump card (Second-Order). Suddenly, Yan Zhen felt much more secure.
Pure trump cards were versatile life-savers—you could fight or flee with them. Unfortunately, you only got one per major realm, and it became obsolete upon advancing further.
He stowed both cards away, then activated the Star Shifting Fire Seal to reach the altar. There, he reported everything to the Beautiful Female Master.
“Three-Star Mystic Scholar, eh?”
Even Chen Xi was taken aback. She had estimated he’d hit Two-Star Mystic Scholar, like in her previous life. But he’d exceeded that by a full star, likely thanks to Ji Ya’s condition.
That girl must have completely lost control for her precious disciple, letting down her defenses. Not only her Primordial Yin, but even part of her cultivation had been absorbed by him.
After suppressing her desires for over a decade, her dream had finally come true. In her excitement, she’d indulged herself fully, wanting to give him everything—to let him claim it all.
Chen Xi understood Ji Ya’s feelings all too well. During her own first dual cultivation with her precious disciple, she’d nearly lost herself as well.
“Power surging that quickly in such a short time will take some getting used to for your body. You’ll need plenty of practice to master it,” Chen Xi said after a moment’s thought. “Conveniently, this Master mentioned before that she’d teach you the Flying Body Technique once you reached the Mystic Scholar Realm…”
Yan Zhen’s eyes lit up instantly.
“Is Master going to teach me the Flying Body Technique?”
Chen Xi smiled faintly.
“This Master needs to make some preparations first. Come back tomorrow, Zhen’er.”
Yan Zhen nodded eagerly, his heart pounding with excitement. Finally, he would be able to fly!
Humanity had always dreamed of soaring through the skies, and now that dream was within his grasp!
“Thank you, Master!”
Chen Xi chuckled and ruffled his hair. Then she held out a milky-white pseudo core, gesturing for him to open his mouth.
Yan Zhen recognized it at once: a pseudo core condensed from the Beautiful Female Master’s lingering medicinal aura, tasting just like candy.
He obediently swallowed it. The pill dissolved swiftly, its abundant medicinal power replenishing the depletion from last night.
“You’re still young, Zhen’er, but you must take care of your body. Don’t let pleasure lead you to excess. For the next month’s treatments, just give her a dose of rain dew each day.”
Yan Zhen’s face flushed with embarrassment.
“I understand, Master.”
He left the Crystal Stone Space and stepped out of the bath chamber into Good Big Sister’s boudoir. The bedsheets had been changed—no trace of last night remained—and both women were already up.
He opened the door to find the sun blazing overhead. Mu Aunt suddenly appeared before him, nearly scaring him out of his wits.
“Young Master Yan Zhen, it’s time for breakfast.”
“…Aunt Mu, why bother coming to fetch me yourself?”
“The maids were all dismissed. The Elegant Garden is short-staffed for now—new ones won’t arrive until tomorrow.”
“Ah, right. Sister Ji Ya did mention yesterday that there was a mole among the maids here.”
Aunt Mu eyed Yan Zhen up and down, muttering under her breath.
“Breaking through from Nine-Star Mystic Practitioner straight to Three-Star Mystic Scholar in one go. What a little monster.”
Yan Zhen scratched his head sheepishly.
He followed Aunt Mu to the dining hall, where Ji Ya and Yi Xian’er were eating. Jin Tong and Yu Nu were munching on pills like squirrels with nuts.
“Good morning, Little Brother Yan Zhen. Congratulations on advancing to Mystic Scholar.”
Ji Ya’s demeanor was as warm as ever, but the look in her eyes when she gazed at Yan Zhen had shifted. The affection she’d kept hidden was now peeking through—fervent, yet perfectly measured, not overwhelming in the slightest.
The change in her was striking. Newly initiated into womanhood, her aura brimmed with alluring charm. A hint of springtime lingered in her features, making her foxlike face even more radiantly bewitching.
The curves of her lithe figure beneath the red qipao formed a perfect hourglass—angelic face, devilish body, scorching hot. She truly lived up to her title as the “Golden Jade Beauty,” unrivaled in allure.
“Sister Ji Ya advanced too, didn’t she?”
“Mm, I woke up as a Two-Star Mystic Master. My body feels so much more vibrant.”
“This is only the beginning. She’s refined less than thirty percent of the medicinal power so far. In about ten days, she should be back to normal.”
“So, Little Brother Yan Zhen, you’ll still treat Sister tonight?”
“Y-Yes.”
Ji Ya gave a shy smile and fell silent.
Yan Zhen turned to Yi Xian’er, who looked utterly composed, as if she’d never ditched anyone mid-conversation and had zero guilt about it.
“Don’t just stand there, Yan Zhen. Sit and eat.”
She speared a piece of sliced steak with her fork and offered it to him.
Seeing her so unflappable, Yan Zhen dropped the urge to press her. She probably wouldn’t answer anyway.
They hadn’t even finished breakfast when a thunderous crash echoed from outside. The Second Shopkeeper and Third Shopkeeper of the Golden Jade Chamber of Commerce barged in aggressively. They stormed up to her and pointed accusingly.
“Ji Ya, you have some nerve! You actually—you actually murdered Mentor Han Feng! Do you have any idea of his standing at Holy Land Academy? You madwoman!”
What standing? It was nothing compared to Mentor Yu Xuan’s. And Ji Ya just lounged there smugly, smug about wha—wait. Did he just say “murdered” Mentor Han Feng?
“You’re saying Han Feng is dead?”
Yan Zhen was greatly shocked!
