In the finest room of an inn in the Southern Bastion.
The door and windows were tightly sealed, leaving the interior dim and shadowy. Only the bathing area glowed with the light of glowstones, casting the silhouettes of two figures onto the screen.
One man and one woman, one small and one large, positioned left and right.
Yun Xiu gripped the rim of the bath barrel with both hands, her slender waist bent low, causing her hips to rise high like those of a beast in heat.
Her jet-black hair parted in the middle, draping down both sides of her smooth, pale back into the water.
With each rude thrust from the young man behind her, her hair swayed wildly, sending ripples across the water’s surface. The suspended peaks of her breasts bounced like startled rabbits, tempting anyone to capture them in hand and give them a proper squeeze.
And so Yan Zhen did exactly that.
One hand steadied her narrow waist, which he could grasp with ease, while the other reached forward, doubling his pace. He didn’t stop until the beauty before him let out a muffled cry she could no longer suppress—a sound pushed to its absolute limit. Then, deep in her soul, he poured in encouragement like fuel on a fire.
“Hoo~”
Yan Zhen exhaled a long breath of turbid air and slowly withdrew. Yun Xiu, as if losing all support, collapsed weakly back into the water with a splash, sending droplets scattering across the floor.
The water’s surface had once been covered in dense red petals, but now only a few remained, most flung aside. The ground was littered with shattered crimson fragments.
The water in the barrel had turned murky. Yan Zhen stepped out, then extended his strong arms to lift Yun Xiu’s limp, boneless body from the bath.
With a circulation of mystic power, the moisture on their bodies evaporated in an instant, forming a hazy veil of white mist.
The naked youth carried the bare immortal beauty through the mist and onto the bed, where the second round of conquest began.
His goal was singular: ensure she couldn’t stand—no, cough, ensure she couldn’t act right away during the impending assault!
Even as Yun Xiu began to beg for mercy, Yan Zhen showed no compassion.
Over an hour later, the noises in the room finally subsided.
On the bed, Yan Zhen gently released her fair, supple leg and carefully withdrew, collapsing to the side to catch his breath.
He turned to look at Yun Xiu and found her eyes glazed over, her expression as if she were on the verge of melting. He reached out to caress her skin, soothing the lingering tides of her peak.
Only when her breathing steadied did Yan Zhen kiss her forehead tenderly and say,
“Go to sleep if you’re tired.”
Yun Xiu let out a lazy hum and slowly closed her eyes, soon falling into a deep slumber.
—Finally done.
Yan Zhen wiped away a bead of sweat.
A Mystic Lord powerhouse was still formidable, with stamina far too vigorous. Moreover, Yun Xiu hit all his kinks perfectly; every gasp and moan thrilled him to no end.
If not for his repeated intimate encounters tempering him, combined with his natural gifts and impressive endowment, he might not have been her match.
Fortunately, he would soon refine the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame. Once done, his weapon would be strengthened, doubling his combat power. After that, he would refine the Great Crimson Heaven Flame to temper his Body Realm, further deepening his foundations.
No point overthinking it. The Sand Scorpion Army’s assault was still some time away. Better catch some rest first.
Yan Zhen lay down, pulling Yun Xiu’s soft, fragrant body into his arms, and quickly drifted into sleep.
In his dream, the Beautiful Female Master summoned him to the Crystal Stone Space and scolded him:
“Zhen’er, Palace Lord Yun Xiu is your fiancée’s master. How could you keep doing such things to her time and again?”
At her words of exasperated disappointment, Yan Zhen shriveled into a ball:
“I’m sorry, Master. I was wrong.”
“No, it is This Master who is at fault,” the Beautiful Female Master said. “Zhen’er, you are at the age where your blood runs hot and you crave such matters instinctively. This Master should not have kept suppressing you—better to channel it than block it. From now on, This Master will handle those needs for you~”
“Eh?”
“Come, Zhen’er. Take off your pants quickly and let This Master see how you’ve grown.”
“No, Master, don’t!”
The dream shattered, and Yan Zhen jolted awake.
“Damn it, why would I dream something like that? The Beautiful Female Master is so good to me.”
Even though it was just a dream, Yan Zhen still felt a twinge of guilt.
He slapped his cheeks to clear his head.
Yun Xiu remained in deep sleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath, sending gentle waves that drew the eye irresistibly.
Yan Zhen felt a surge of restless fire in his lower abdomen and hurriedly circulated mystic power to suppress it.
“…”
Sometimes he really wondered if he was some kind of horny little terrier.
Yan Zhen got out of bed and went to the bathing area. He filled a basin with water, soaked a towel, and wiped himself down.
After cleaning up, he changed into casual clothes.
Suddenly, he sensed an unusual fluctuation that put him on high alert.
“Enemy attack!”
A clarion shout rang out, growing nearer.
The horns blared next, their mournful wails carrying on the wind, rousing the entire Southern Bastion.
—The Sand Scorpion Army had come at last!
Yan Zhen’s spirits lifted, sweeping away the last traces of fatigue.
He glanced at the bed. Yun Xiu had woken as well. A Mystic Lord powerhouse’s sensitivity to auras surpassed his own; clearly, the chaos in the city had disturbed her. Weariness etched her lovely face.
“Yan Zhen, what’s happening?”
Yan Zhen sat on the bed’s edge and patted Yun Xiu’s head gently.
“It’s nothing. Rest well. I’ll go check it out and let you know if there’s trouble.”
Yun Xiu nodded obediently.
“Be careful.”
Yan Zhen smiled faintly, leaned down for a kiss, then turned and left the room, sealing the door with mystic power.
Downstairs, the innkeeper, waiters, and other guests had rushed out to the rooftops to observe.
Yan Zhen blended in, extending his spiritual sense ahead. Sure enough, he saw sand scorpions clashing with soldiers on the walls.
Though sand scorpions couldn’t fly, their leaping ability was terrifying—they could bound straight onto the battlements.
These ranged from 1st Tier to Third-Tier. Slow-moving but with rock-hard shells and venomous tails, they excelled in offense and defense. Many soldiers couldn’t stand against them.
Beyond that, there were Tier 4 Rock Armored Sand Scorpions and the sole Tier 5 King Scorpion leading the horde.
The Tier 4 variants were handled by Mystic Generals, while the lone Tier 5 King Scorpion dueled a woman in red high in the air.
The battles everywhere looked grim.
At this rate, defeat was inevitable.
Unless the Southern Bastion’s Serpentess Commander could defeat that Tier 5 King Scorpion—but Yan Zhen, who had read the script, knew she stood no chance.
【Ding! Key plot triggered】
【Current plot progress—Chapter 275: Sand Scorpion Army Attacks】
【Role-Playing Requirements: ① Join the battlefield and slay fifty or more sand scorpions; ② Bide your moment to ambush the Tier 5 King Scorpion, cracking its shell to create an opening for Serpentess Ye Mei to counterattack】
【Completion: 0%】
—At last, a long-overdue mission!
Yan Zhen cracked his knuckles, then unleashed the Starry Sky Dance. Amid stares of astonishment, he soared toward the city gates.
