Ever since her mother passed away, Yi Xian’er had been on her own, using poison to protect herself.
That all changed when Yan Zhen forcefully entered her world.
This utterly wicked boy not only looted the treasures she had painstakingly found but also groped her innocent body. Her hatred for him was off the charts—at least five stars. Back then, Yi Xian’er even dreamed of how she would kill him the next time they met.
However, when she saw Yan Zhen again, she was surrounded by members of Kuang Gang.
In that desperate moment, Yan Zhen stepped in and drew the enemies away, allowing her to escape.
One grudge canceled out by one favor. Neither owed the other anything.
Yet Yan Zhen wouldn’t leave her alone. He kept sticking around, stepping in uninvited whenever she encountered a mystic beast, helping her time and again. She couldn’t shake him off no matter how hard she tried.
Yi Xian’er had never met anyone like him before. He wasn’t afraid of her poisons or her Fiend Body. She initially thought he was just a lecher after her body, but no—he wanted her to guide him deeper into the Miasma Area to search for clues about the Extreme Flames.
When he earnestly told her, “Only your Fiend Body can help me,” she didn’t want to admit it, but her heart truly felt a spark of joy.
For the first time, someone valued her curse-like Fiend Body.
And so, Yi Xian’er teamed up with Yan Zhen as partners. They explored the Demonic Dragon Mountain Range for over half a month, facing danger multiple times. He saved her repeatedly, and she saved him just as often. They supported each other through every trial.
She was at the age when a girl’s heart first awakens to love.
Unbeknownst to herself, Yi Xian’er’s long-sealed heart opened up, quietly etching Yan Zhen’s figure into it.
She began to think that maybe she could be like any ordinary girl, with a boy she liked by her side—sharing joys and facing hardships together.
That illusion shattered when her Fiend Body erupted out of control, nearly killing Yan Zhen.
In that instant, she realized once more that she was a monster, unworthy of happiness.
So she left Yan Zhen and followed her mother’s dying words, heading to the Shadow Moon Kingdom and entering Evil Spirit Valley. She became the monster she believed herself to be.
She never imagined that years later, she would reunite with the boy who had been her first love.
By then, Yi Xian’er had become the cold and ruthless “Thousand Fiend Queen,” her hands stained with blood. But Yan Zhen treated her just as before. Even though he had formed his Gang Body—which clashed with her Fiend Body—and it caused him pain, he still held her tightly, once again acknowledging and accepting her existence.
Her sealed heart reopened, and Yi Xian’er fell hopelessly in love with Yan Zhen.
The sunny boy became her everything, the reason she lived…
Even if they could never truly unite, her love for him never diminished. If anything, it grew fiercer.
After her rebirth, she no longer wanted to hide that deep-buried love. So she threw herself at him from the start.
Abandoning all restraint, thickening her skin, she loved him with every ounce of her being.
Whether Yan Zhen reciprocated or not.
That was Yi Xian’er’s heart.
…
In a daze, Yan Zhen seemed to dream through their entire story—from their first meeting to their deep bond. The final scene froze on their wedding day, where Yi Xian’er smiled and offered her blessings.
He could clearly see the pain and sorrow on that stunning face.
Right—she had confessed to him. She had said those three words. She loved him!
“Xian’er!”
Yan Zhen jolted awake, sitting up from the bedding, gasping for breath.
He glanced around. Still in the tent. He sighed wearily.
A wave of dizziness hit his brain. Yan Zhen rubbed his brow and suddenly realized Yi Xian’er’s aura was gone.
Normally, even if she woke up first, she would stay lying beside him or get up to make a simple breakfast.
He hurriedly lifted the tent flap. She wasn’t outside either. The gust from his abrupt movement blew up a small note pinned under the pillow.
I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry. Rest well. I’ve got a surprise for you later—Love, Xian’er
“Be back soon? Could it be…?”
Yan Zhen’s expression changed drastically. He scrambled out of the tent on hands and knees, sensing the Little Crystal Dragon’s position while checking the map to locate the Tier 4 mystic beast’s lair!
It was already noon. Xian’er must have gotten there ages ago. Please, nothing bad!
For the first time, Yan Zhen felt such panic. He didn’t know why he was like this, but the thought of Yi Xian’er in mortal danger made it impossible to stay calm.
He hadn’t run far when he spotted a familiar slender figure in the distance. He sprinted toward her at full speed, nearly colliding before skidding to a halt. Panting heavily, he looked her over.
Her dress was torn in several places, with small wounds all over her body. Her face was smudged with dirt, making her look quite disheveled.
In her hand, she held a beast head—the one from the Tier 4 mystic beast controlled by the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame.
“Yan Zhen, you’re awake. How do you feel?” Yi Xian’er asked with concern. “I’ve got the final Evil Fire Brand. You can rest a bit longer if you need to.”
Yan Zhen didn’t speak. He just stared at Yi Xian’er, his eyes full of heartache.
Yi Xian’er grew flustered.
“Are you mad? I-I’m fine, really. Just some scratches. A bit of salve and it’ll be good as new.”
“…”
“Okay, sorry! I won’t do it again next time~”
Yan Zhen gently pulled Yi Xian’er into his arms.
“You’re also very important to me.”
Th-this was her confession’s response from last night? Yi Xian’er froze, her breath catching. The beast head slipped silently from her hand to the ground. She carefully wrapped her arms around him, resting her chin on his shoulder, eyes closing in bliss.
“Mm. I know.”
…
They absorbed the Evil Fire Brand from the beast head into the Fire Refining Starry Sky. With the set complete, they returned to the tent.
Yi Xian’er slipped off her dress and sat naked on the bedding, cupping her ample breasts, cheeks faintly flushed.
Yan Zhen took out jars and bottles, carefully applying medicine to her wounds.
After finishing her back, he moved to her front and gently parted her arms shielding her chest to continue.
In broad daylight, Yi Xian’er’s face burned crimson. She shyly bowed her head.
Once the medicine was applied, Yi Xian’er was swept by waves of desire. Her eyes grew moist as she gazed at Yan Zhen, filled with longing to be loved by him.
Yan Zhen lightly kissed her forehead, then helped her lie down and tucked her in, covering the enticing spring vista.
“Rest first. We’ll talk about the rest tonight.”
Yi Xian’er clutched the edge of the blanket, nodding obediently.
Yan Zhen hadn’t fully recovered himself. He sat beside her in meditation, regulating his breathing until dusk.
Seeing that Yi Xian’er was still asleep, he quietly stepped out to prepare dinner.
When the soup of wild vegetables and dried meat began to boil, Yi Xian’er emerged fully dressed and sat down next to him.
“Smells so good~”
“I added some fresh meat… Used Gold-Silver Fire to purge the Demonic Dragon aura from it.”
“You can do that? Awesome~”
Yan Zhen smiled faintly, ladling out two full bowls. They ate and drank together.
Full and satisfied, Yi Xian’er licked her lips and said softly,
“Shall we go take a bath?”
Yan Zhen paused, catching the implication in her words, but nodded anyway.
Yi Xian’er smiled shyly and took his arm, leading him to the nearby stream.
