According to the script, once Yan Zhen saw the battle in the sky come to an end, he immediately slipped away, terrified that the two Mystic Lord-level flying dragons would spot him and seal his fate.
As for the safety of those two beautiful Mystic Lord women, that wasn’t something he could worry about. After all, he was barely keeping himself alive in the Demonic Dragon Mountain Range.
But as he ran, he ended up running straight into the two injured women.
He hadn’t wanted to get involved in any trouble, but seeing them breathing so faintly, like delicate flowers on the verge of wilting, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. Gritting his teeth, he decided to save them.
In reality, Yan Zhen couldn’t just wander blindly and hope to stumble upon them by luck. He needed to find them quickly.
Having broken through to the “Hidden in Manifest” realm of his Divine Soul, Yan Zhen’s perception range had expanded to about three hundred meters. But locating the two women in such a vast area would still take some time.
Moreover, the two flying dragons had issued orders to hunt down the women, sending nearly all the mystic beasts in the area into motion. Yan Zhen had to search with extreme caution to avoid detection.
After trekking for a full hour, he finally found them beneath the waterfall mentioned in the script.
The two women were drenched from head to toe, their dresses clinging to their lithe bodies and accentuating their alluring curves. Even the colors of their tube tops were faintly visible beneath the wet fabric.
They lay side by side on the grassy riverbank, motionless. It looked like they had exhausted every last bit of strength to crawl out of the water before passing out.
Yan Zhen scratched his head. In the script, he had found Jiu Youyue first, settled her, and only discovered Yun Xiu the next day. But now, they were together…
Whatever. He would save them both at once. A minor difference like that shouldn’t matter much.
There was a spacious cave behind the waterfall. Yan Zhen had already pinpointed its exact location with a sweep of his spiritual power.
He swallowed hard, first scooping up Jiu Youyue in his arms. Then, stepping onto the water’s surface, he leaped up and plunged straight through the cascading falls into the cave.
“Roar~”
A low growl echoed from nearby mystic beasts. Yan Zhen’s heart skipped a beat. He placed Jiu Youyue on a relatively flat stone platform inside the cave, then turned and dashed back out through the waterfall.
The instant he turned away, the “gravely injured and unconscious” Jiu Youyue cracked her eyes open, her pearly teeth biting down on her lip.
—He had chosen to save her first. Heh heh~
Moments later, Yan Zhen rushed back in, cradling the truly unconscious Yun Xiu. Jiu Youyue quickly shut her eyes.
Yan Zhen set Yun Xiu down beside Jiu Youyue, then hurried out again. He scattered the poison powder Yi Xian’er had given him around the area to ensure no mystic beasts would find this place. Only then did he return to the cave. He first took out a glowstone to provide light, then ignited the Gold-Silver Fire to dispel the heavy dampness.
With all that done, he finally had a moment to examine the two unconscious women.
Jiu Youyue wore a dress of deep green silk that hugged her subtly seductive figure. The collar opened into a triangular plunge, hinting at the deep valley of her cleavage.
Beneath the hem, a pair of long, shapely legs stretched out—straight and full, slender yet with just the right amount of softness. They were utterly captivating. It was hard to imagine the ecstasy of having those jade thighs clamped around one’s waist.
In the script, Yan Zhen had indeed been utterly ensnared by those legs of hers. A single squeeze had him spurting uncontrollably. Without his exceptional talents, he might have been drained dry by her.
Even in her unconscious state, Jiu Youyue lacked the menacing aura of a Demon Domain enchantress. She was simply a breathtakingly beautiful woman, her pale complexion lending her an air of fragile vulnerability that stirred one’s protective instincts.
Yun Xiu, lying beside her, evoked an entirely different impression.
The moment Yan Zhen laid eyes on Yun Xiu, he didn’t notice her stunning beauty first. It was that noble, saintly aura that captured him.
He had felt something similar from his beautiful female master, but hers was more like a mother’s warmth toward him. Yun Xiu, on the other hand, stirred feelings of first love, making his heart pound.
Yan Zhen finally understood why the version of himself in the script had fallen for Yun Xiu.
The Great Palace Lord of Cloud Heaven Palace wore a moon-white gown with detached sleeves that bared her smooth, powdery shoulders. The upper part of her collar used a sheer fabric, revealing the elegant line of her collarbones.
Her full, ample bosom strained against the fabric, and at a glance, it was no less impressive than Xian’er’s after her seal was released—perhaps even more so, with its mature, voluptuous allure.
Her slender waist, cinched by a belt, accentuated the dramatic contrast with her prominent chest, which rose and fell mesmerizingly with each breath.
Her clothes were somewhat disheveled and torn, and her porcelain skin bore several crimson gashes that still oozed blood—especially around her chest and ribs, where deep claw marks stood out.
The injuries did look quite serious, but surely they weren’t enough to knock out a Mystic Lord?
Yan Zhen’s instincts were correct. Though Yun Xiu’s wounds were severe, they weren’t enough to render her unconscious. She could have taken her medicine and regulated her breathing on her own.
The reason she had passed out was that, after falling into the water, Jiu Youyue had struck her with a sneaky palm, throwing her energy into disarray.
Comparing their injuries, Yan Zhen decided to treat Yun Xiu first.
He emptied his storage ring of healing medicines, lining up bottles and jars on the ground. Taking a deep breath, he reached out to untie Yun Xiu’s belt.
But just as he loosened the knot, the white-clad beauty let out a soft whimper, her eyelids fluttering as she awoke—her gaze meeting his directly.
Yan Zhen nearly jumped out of his skin, freezing in place.
“Uh, y-you’re awake?”
Yun Xiu blinked, her eyes drifting downward to Yan Zhen’s hand on her belt.
Realizing what she was seeing, Yan Zhen yanked his hand back.
“I didn’t mean anything by it! I just wanted to treat your wounds. You look pretty badly hurt, and if we don’t do something, it could be life-threatening…”
Seeing his flustered, shy expression, a long-buried memory surged in Yun Xiu’s mind, touching her heart. She lowered her eyes slightly and murmured,
“I… I can do it myself.”
Her tone wasn’t the icy detachment described in the script. Instead, it carried a hint of gentleness.
Yan Zhen found it odd but nodded.
“Alright, then. The medicines are all here.”
Sensing the chaos in her energy, Yun Xiu frowned. She tried to sit up, only to find she couldn’t move at all.
Her acupoints… had been sealed?
Stunned, she suddenly recalled Jiu Youyue’s sneak attack and understood.
With a glance from the corner of her eye at Jiu Youyue beside her, she caught the woman peeking with one eye open, blinking twice.
Yun Xiu felt a mix of urgency and anger. She wanted to say something, but with Yan Zhen there, she couldn’t.
She closed her eyes and tried to circulate her mystic power to break the seals, but it was futile. Worse, it aggravated her internal injuries, drawing a pained gasp from her lips.
Yan Zhen, who had started to turn away, whipped back around, concern in his voice.
“Fairy Sister, are you okay?”
Hearing that somewhat embarrassing nickname again, Yun Xiu’s cheeks warmed, a thread of sweetness weaving into her heart.
—No. She had decided not to fall for him anymore.
Yun Xiu pressed her lips together and said, as coolly as she could manage,
“I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me. Go treat my junior sister instead.”
Yan Zhen glanced at her, nodded, and turned his back to her as he moved closer to Jiu Youyue.
