After leaving the gambling den, Yan Zhen casually claimed his task reward.
【Special Trump Card · Perspective Eye: Upon activation, the host gains x-ray vision. The effect and duration vary with the host’s Divine Soul Realm.】
“……”
Although neither the card nor the description had anything naughty about it, Yan Zhen couldn’t help but associate it with pervy uses.
The Perspective Eye typically showed up in those urban power fantasy novels as the protagonist’s ultimate tool for flexing and seducing babes.
It was rarer in the mystic world, where “divine sense” could function like x-ray vision under certain conditions. Plus, experts had plenty of ways to block snooping—it wasn’t some game-changing skill.
He’d give it a test when he had the chance.
“Xian’er, do you want to head anywhere else? If not, let’s go back to Elegant Garden.”
“I want to buy some herbs.”
“Oh? What kind?”
“For tonifying the body.”
What?! A bad premonition instantly flashed through Yan Zhen’s mind.
“Uh, just asking casually—which part are we talking about?”
“Of course, yin-nourishing and yang-supplementing.” Yi Xian’er said wistfully. “It’s for you.”
Yan Zhen’s mouth twitched.
“I don’t need any tonics.”
“How could you not? Just last night, Sister Ji Ya milked you three times. And for the next month, you’ll be treating her every evening. If you don’t supplement now, she’ll drain you dry before long.”
“That was only because the first treatment needed extra intensity. It won’t be like that afterward—just one or two rounds a night for Sister Ji Ya.” Yan Zhen defended himself. “Besides, I was perfectly fine to start with. It was your sneak attack that—”
His words made Yi Xian’er flush with embarrassment, her pretty face turning faintly pink.
“One or two times a day still takes a toll on the body. Sure, Sister Ji Ya has a Cauldron Constitution, and dual cultivating with her offers huge benefits, but those lean more toward cultivation gains. There’s still a bodily deficit. Once you start Body Refining, you’ll realize just how drained you are.”
Yi Xian’er was eagerly hoping he’d form a Gang Body soon, so naturally she wouldn’t cut corners on this.
“Come on, let’s buy the herbs. I know a really effective recipe.”
“I’m not going!”
Being dragged by a girl to buy yang-boosting kidney tonics? That was pure social suicide.
Yan Zhen’s scalp prickled. He tried to slip away, but Yi Xian’er held him fast.
“Go on!”
And so, under the shopkeeper lady’s loaded, knowing gaze, Yi Xian’er grabbed a big bundle of herbs for Yan Zhen before they headed back to Elegant Garden.
Yan Zhen felt the soles of his feet cramping from sheer mortification. He secretly vowed not to set foot in the chamber of commerce for a good long while.
The gambling stones had eaten up some time, but it still wasn’t too late when they returned to Elegant Garden.
Ji Ya hadn’t come back yet.
Yan Zhen planned to take a quick bath early on, then clear the bathroom for Good Big Sister’s dual cultivation prep. Meanwhile, Yi Xian’er headed to the kitchen to brew the medicine.
Once he finished bathing, Yi Xian’er’s medicine was ready. She brought over the bowl for him to drink.
Staring at the thick, murky broth, Yan Zhen swallowed hard. He lifted the bowl under his nose for a sniff and quickly identified the ingredients—all potent tonics.
Kidney deficiency didn’t call for overkill like this.
Drink this, and he might flood Good Big Sister until she overflowed tonight. There’d be no calming things down.
“Maybe I shouldn’t…”
Yi Xian’er was insistent.
“Drink up~ The taste is rough, but it’s good for your body.”
Left with no choice, Yan Zhen grimaced and drained the bowl.
The broth hit his stomach and immediately heated up in his lower abdomen. It dissolved into streams of warm currents that surged through his limbs and into every corner of his body, leaving him utterly refreshed.
The effects weren’t as punchy as Mentor Yu Xuan’s medicated meals—more of a slow-burn, sustained boost.
“I’ll skip dinner tonight. I just advanced, and my Mystic Power control is still shaky. I need to meditate.” Yan Zhen instructed her. “When Sister Ji Ya gets back, send her to the bath first. I’ve prepared the water. Have her apply the Snow Fluorescence Dew to her body and absorb plenty of Ice Mystic Force before she comes over. I’ll be waiting on the bed.”
Yi Xian’er nodded obediently.
“Got it. Go ahead and meditate.”
After issuing his instructions, Yan Zhen kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and let the gauze canopy fall. He settled in to meditate quietly.
He had leaped from Nine-Star Mystic Practitioner straight to Three-Star Mystic Scholar. His power had surged too quickly, and he wasn’t accustomed to it yet. Control wasn’t as effortless as before.
That said, his Divine Soul Realm was solid. Even without full adaptation, he could wield the power with fair precision—it just drained his mental energy.
When Yan Zhen opened his eyes again, he noticed Yi Xian’er had joined him on the bed. She wore a tube top and short skirt. Through the gauze, he could vaguely make out Aunt Mu along with Jin Tong and Yu Nu standing outside.
“Has Sister Ji Ya returned?”
“Yes, she’s been soaking in the bath for a while now. She should be out any minute—we can start first.”
With that, Yi Xian’er pushed Yan Zhen flat on his back. Her soft, fragrant body pressed down atop him, her cheeks tinged pink.
Yan Zhen didn’t catch on right away.
“Start what?”
“Dummy. Didn’t you promise me earlier today? Before the treatment begins, I’ll help get you in the mood.” Yi Xian’er flashed a charming smile. “Because I’m the assistant~”
“This…”
She was definitely sulking at Sister Ji Ya, wasn’t she?
While he was still dazed, Yi Xian’er leaned in and kissed him. She carefully took his lips between hers, her motions clumsy yet thorough. Her soft hands gently caressed his cheeks and earlobes.
Yan Zhen felt this was unfair to Sister Ji Ya. But he had promised Yi Xian’er, leaving him torn in indecision. He lay motionless, letting the beauty atop him kiss and fondle him as she pleased.
She gently peeled open his sleepwear. Her kisses fell on his chest like a shower of raindrops, each one carrying endless affection that seeped into his heart.
Yan Zhen figured he at least couldn’t let her fully arouse him. That way, he could face Sister Ji Ya with less guilt. But Yi Xian’er seemed to read his mind and pulled out all the stops. Her little tongue swirled artfully over his chest while her hand slithered downward like a serpent, seizing firm control of him in short order.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen~”
Good Big Sister’s voice—coquettish enough to melt bones—jolted Yan Zhen back to his senses. But Yi Xian’er didn’t release him. If anything, she ramped things up.
“Good little brother, Big Sister’s coming in~”
The gauze curtain parted. Ji Ya’s charming, fox-like face peeked through, her beautiful eyes curved in a shy, sweet smile.
Then she took in the indecent scene within. Her smile froze solid. All her prior anticipation and tension evaporated into nothingness, replaced by the stinging sensation of a bright green glow crowning her head.
Upon spotting Ji Ya, Yi Xian’er calmly released Yan Zhen’s mouth but kept her hand firmly in place.
“Sister Ji Ya, you’re here! Yan Zhen’s almost ready. Just a moment longer.”
Ji Ya eyed the girl who had usurped her place. She barely contained her anger in front of Yan Zhen and said through gritted teeth, “Little Sister Xian’er, what do you think you’re doing?”
“As you can see, I’m helping Yan Zhen get into battle mode. It’ll make your treatment even more efficient.” Yi Xian’er rested her head sideways on Yan Zhen’s chest and continued at a leisurely pace. “I’m the assistant, after all—this is my job. Sister Ji Ya, please don’t stand on ceremony.”
She beamed at Ji Ya, her smile wafting the fresh, innocent scent of green tea.
