Although he had mentally prepared himself, Yan Zhen still felt an inevitable emptiness in his heart after Yi Xian’er left.
For some reason, ever since he first met Yi Xian’er, Yan Zhen had felt a strange sense of familiarity toward her. He didn’t mind her clinging to him so tightly, as if the story between them had already played out once before.
Yan Zhen wasn’t sure if he truly liked Yi Xian’er or if he was simply craving her body, but he was certain of one thing: she was an important person to him.
He gathered his emotions, got out of bed, changed his clothes, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ate breakfast. Then he activated the Star Shifting Fire Seal and entered the Crystal Stone Space.
The Beautiful Female Master sat there with her eyes closed in meditation as usual, but Yan Zhen knew she might have been waiting for him for a long time. After all, he had gathered all nine Evil Fire Brands three days ago.
“I’m sorry, Master, for keeping you waiting.”
Chen Xi opened her eyes, her expression calm and composed.
“Come here, Zhen’er.”
Yan Zhen shifted forward while maintaining his cross-legged position.
“A little closer.”
Yan Zhen blinked, then scooted forward some more until his knees touched the Beautiful Female Master.
Chen Xi extended her jade hand and gently stroked her precious disciple’s head, speaking tenderly.
“Perk up, Zhen’er. At the very least, your master will always be by your side.”
“Master…” Yan Zhen lifted his head and gazed at the Beautiful Female Master’s stunning smile. The melancholy in his heart gradually faded away bit by bit. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”
“Silly boy, isn’t it natural for a master to worry about her disciple? Don’t overthink it. In your current state, searching for the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame would be extremely dangerous.”
The Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame excelled at beguiling the mind. If one’s mental state was unstable, they would be branded with an Evil Fire Brand in an instant and reduced to one of its fire slaves.
“Adjust your emotions first, Zhen’er.”
“I understand, Master.”
“Then lie down. Your master will give you a head massage to help you relax.”
“Oh, okay.”
Yan Zhen obediently rested his head on the Beautiful Female Master’s jade-like thighs, closed his eyes, and quietly savored the soft comfort of her lap pillow along with the pleasant sensation of her fingers gently kneading his scalp.
“How does it feel, Zhen’er? It’s been a while since your master massaged you. I wonder if my skills have grown rusty.”
“It’s just as comfortable as before. My whole body has relaxed.”
“Good, as long as it feels nice.”
“Thank you, Master~ Mmm! M-Master, not the ears.”
“Hehe, Zhen’er, your ears are so pretty—small and delicate, just like a girl’s.”
Chen Xi playfully toyed with Yan Zhen’s earlobe, pinching and rubbing it with delight.
Ears were one of Yan Zhen’s weak spots. With this kind of teasing, waves of pleasure washed over him, and his expression began to melt.
“Master…”
“Don’t like it? Then your master will stop, hmm?”
“N-No, I like it.”
/(//o/ω/o//)/
Chen Xi smiled faintly and leaned down, planting a light kiss on Yan Zhen’s lips.
As if he had been trained for it, Yan Zhen instinctively parted his lips and extended his tongue.
Chen Xi hadn’t intended to go that far at first, but seeing him like this ignited a fire in her heart. The gentle, warm kiss quickly deepened into something more intense and passionate.
After all, it had been over a month since she had been intimate with her precious disciple. Both her affection and desire flared up at the slightest touch, and the deeper they kissed, the less satisfied she felt.
Reluctantly, Chen Xi released Yan Zhen’s tongue. She cupped his face in her hands and spoke with deep emotion.
“Zhen’er, your master will use the Dual Cultivation Method to help stabilize your mind and fortify your spiritual platform. Is that alright?”
Yan Zhen was dazed from the kisses and nodded along to whatever the Beautiful Female Master said.
Chen Xi smiled softly. She lightly patted the surface of the altar beneath them, and a stone bed rose up swiftly. Then, her Quasi-Mystic Realm spiritual power materialized into a gauzy canopy, bedding, and pillows. At the same time, the black wide-sleeved robe she wore transformed into a seductive black ice-silk camisole nightdress.
She pulled Yan Zhen into her embrace, kissing him while unfastening his belt.
When their lips finally parted, Yan Zhen had been stripped completely bare, looking like a little lamb. One strap of Chen Xi’s camisole had slipped from her fragrant shoulder.
She wrapped her arms around her precious disciple’s neck and slowly leaned back, her silver-white hair spreading out messily behind her.
Yan Zhen followed her motion and collapsed into the Beautiful Female Master’s embrace, his face burying itself in the valley of her breasts.
“Master…”
Chen Xi stroked his head, her eyes brimming with indulgence.
“Be good, Zhen’er. Your master will make you feel good.”
…
After their dual cultivation session, with the Beautiful Female Master’s assistance, Yan Zhen fused the nine Evil Fire Brands, forming a wisp of sub-flame from the “Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame.” It resonated distantly with the main body of the Evil Dragon Breath Flame.
Closing his eyes, Yan Zhen could visualize the location of the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame in his mind—just as the script described, in an underground cavern within the core area of the Demonic Dragon Mountain Range.
The core area was home to Mystic Kings and Mystic Lords among the mystic beasts. With Yan Zhen’s current cultivation, reaching the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame would be exceedingly difficult.
Of course, no matter how hard it was, he had to go. The script’s “first love” and “first night” were waiting for him to rescue. He wondered if they had arrived yet.
Leaving the Crystal Stone Space and returning to his tent, Yan Zhen packed up briefly and set off.
His destination: the core area of the Demonic Dragon Mountain Range.
He was currently at the boundary between the outer and middle layers. To reach the core, he still had to traverse the entire middle layer.
Without Yi Xian’er by his side, dealing with even Tier 3 mystic beasts would be challenging for him alone. Against Tier 4 beasts, he could only run.
Thus, it took him a full ten days to cross.
He faced danger several times, and each time, the Starry Sky Dance saved his life.
The Starry Sky Dance allowed him to briefly take flight. Mystic beasts below Tier 5, unless they had their own flight capabilities, simply couldn’t catch him.
Fortunately, the avian mystic beasts of the Demonic Dragon Mountain Range were distributed at the flanks rather than here. Otherwise, taking to the skies would spell his doom.
“Hoo…”
Yan Zhen crouched by a small river, cupping handfuls of clear water to pour into his mouth and soothe his parched throat and mouth.
The closer he got to the core area, the stronger the mystic beasts became. Now, every beast he encountered was at least Tier 3, and he ran at the sight of them. Any fight would draw more and stronger ones.
Just moments ago, two dim-witted wolves had chased him for over ten miles.
“Around this time, their battle should be starting soon, right?”
Yan Zhen tilted his head to gaze at the sky, searching for signs of the great clash.
In the script, after Yan Zhen was chased into the core area by the stupid wolves, he quickly encountered two beautiful Mystic Lords locked in fierce combat amid the clouds.
The spectacle was earth-shaking—
Boom!
A sudden thunderclap exploded in the sky without warning. In an instant, the bright sunny day was shrouded in dense storm clouds. Wild winds howled across the land, kicking up flying sand and stones.
“It’s here!”
Yan Zhen felt a surge of excitement. Enduring the discomfort of the wind and sand whipping his face, he strained to peer into the distance and finally spotted the graceful figures of the two women.
One wore white robes, the other an azure skirt.
The former was the Great Palace Lord of Cloud Heaven Palace and the National Advisor of Garo Kingdom—the revered master of Huangfu Wenqing, known as “Yun Xiu.”
The latter was the Ninth Sword Immortal of Cloud Heaven Palace, Yun Xiu’s junior sister, Jiu Youyue.
Terrifying auras emanated from the two women, constantly clashing and giving birth to wave after wave of mystic power surges that rippled outward through the air like waves on water.
