For an ordinary mystic cultivator, refining even a single extreme flame was a stroke of immense fortune. Refining two was already pushing beyond their limits, though it could barely maintain a fragile balance.
If the two extreme flames were of roughly equal power, they would check each other, locked in a stalemate.
If one far outstripped the other, however, the stronger would dominate the weaker.
Yan Zhen fell into the latter category. The Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame, ranked thirteenth on the Extreme Flame List, utterly overwhelmed the hundredth-ranked Gold-Silver Fire.
Refining three extreme flames, though? That was basically impossible.
The three would clash violently, unleashing ferocious energy. The slightest misstep would cause one’s body to explode.
And that was exactly what was happening right now.
Inside Yan Zhen, the Gold-Silver Fire, Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame, and Great Crimson Heaven Flame waged their own private wars. One merged into his mystic power, another into his divine soul, and the third into his body realm. Their rampaging energies scattered wildly, filling him with the sensation that he was about to burst apart.
“Urgh… Ahh…”
The Great Crimson Heaven Flame etched blood-red patterns across Yan Zhen’s skin, relentlessly tempering his body realm while inflicting excruciating burns.
In his sea of consciousness, the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame took the form of a coiling, roaring little dragon, amplifying his current desires until his rationality teetered on the brink of collapse.
Meanwhile, the Gold-Silver Fire surged through his meridians, widening and reinforcing his pathways, flooding his body with an overwhelming sense of power.
—He wanted to fight! To kill! To conquer! To ravage!
Yan Zhen lifted his head from the deep valley of his beautiful master’s bosom. His crimson eyes burned with feral madness as he fixed them on her exquisite face. A savage urge surged in his mind: the desire to ruin her, to break her completely. It was irresistible.
So he acted on it.
His hands clamped viciously onto his beautiful master’s pert rear, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. He yanked her toward him while thrusting his hips forward.
Chen Xi had anticipated this and offered no resistance. She let him manipulate her body, wrapping her arms around her disciple’s neck and pressing his face back into her bosom with utmost tenderness, embracing his outburst fully.
As her disciple’s movements grew more frenzied, Chen Xi couldn’t hold back short, breathy moans. In the echo of the surrounding stone walls, her voice rang out like heavenly music, perfectly sating Yan Zhen’s twisted cravings.
With a final deep release, Yan Zhen pulled back slightly. He flipped his beautiful master’s graceful form around so her back faced him, seized her wrists and pulled them behind her, then resumed his impudent assaults on his ethereal, fairy-like master. Each thrust brimmed with raw violence.
Chen Xi felt intense physical pleasure, but her mind remained detached, focused entirely on her precious disciple and his condition.
“Zhen’er, don’t rush… Master will give you everything…”
“Master! Master! Master!”
Yan Zhen’s face twisted in demonic fury as he gripped his beautiful master’s slender arms, dominating her body. Again and again, he plunged to her depths, sowing his seed recklessly within.
Chen Xi arched her lithe waist like a swan pierced by an arrow, her chin tilting upward. A suppressed cry escaped her crimson lips.
Under the scorching of the three extreme flames, the water in the Cold Pool gradually evaporated into a hazy mist that enveloped the area.
In that misty obscurity, one large and one small figure intertwined fiercely. The youth’s guttural grunts mingled with the mature woman’s urgent moans, echoing without end.
Beyond the stone walls, in the farthest pool, astonishing mystic power fluctuations erupted.
The blood-red serpent silhouette coiled within had transformed into vibrant seven colors.
Inside the translucent serpentine body lay the Myriad Snake Queen, her long black hair drifting as if stirred by an unseen wind.
At one moment, a dazzling light ignited in her dantian. The seven-colored serpent writhed slowly before retreating entirely into her body.
Her long lashes fluttered, and the Myriad Snake Queen opened her eyes. Her colorful vertical pupils gleamed with faint demonic allure.
Boom!
The remaining pool water erupted skyward like a geyser. The Myriad Snake Queen stood atop the surging waves, her stunning face an emotionless mask.
The snake scales had vanished from her hands, and her ears were no longer sharply pointed. Her jade-like skin now shimmered with tiny motes of light, radiating a holy purity that starkly contrasted the otherworldliness in her eyes.
She spread her arms wide, and colorful mystic power instantly enveloped her. The aura of a Mystic Ancestor expert spread outward.
“Bloodline Evolution—success. Faster than I expected…”
It was all thanks to Master Chen Xi and her husband, who had poured their efforts into helping her.
At the thought, a tender smile graced the Myriad Snake Queen’s lips.
Composing herself, she retrieved a waist-cinching dress from her storage ring and slipped it on, concealing her boundless allure.
Once dressed, the Myriad Snake Queen scanned her surroundings. To her surprise, the altar above stood empty. In the distance, four stone walls rose, thick white mist billowing from atop them. Faintly, she could hear a woman’s moans drifting from within.
As a married woman in her previous life, the Myriad Snake Queen knew exactly what that sound meant. Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue must have seduced Yan Zhen while she was in seclusion. Her joy at her breakthrough evaporated, replaced by mild irritation.
“…Do you think this Queen has no temper? Hmph!”
With a tap of her toe, she unleashed the Shifting Form Exchange technique of a Mystic Ancestor expert. In just a few flickers, she perched atop the stone wall. Sure enough, two figures writhed in passionate entanglement below.
Two people? Yun Xiu or Jiu Youyue?
The Myriad Snake Queen sneered coldly and flicked her sleeve, dispersing the obscuring mist to reveal the woman’s face beneath Yan Zhen.
White hair. Blue eyes. A peerless visage. It was none other than Master Chen Xi, whom she and her husband had always revered.
Struck like lightning, the Myriad Snake Queen gaped in shock, immediately doubting her senses. Was this some illusion?
Otherwise, how could Master Chen Xi be with her husband—
She closed her eyes and circulated her mystic power once, then opened them again.
The sight remained: master and disciple locked in union.
Her face drained of color.
“How is this possible… Master Chen Xi… why…”
In that moment, the Myriad Snake Queen noticed Yan Zhen’s abnormality. His aura churned chaotically and violently, as if he had fallen into Qi Deviation.
Memories of his rampage in her previous life flashed through her mind. Her heart clenched, and she leaped down without hesitation.
“Husband! Master Chen Xi!”
Yan Zhen paid her no mind at all, pinning his beautiful master down and thrusting relentlessly.
Chen Xi’s eyes were unfocused, her expression dazed. Her sacred body bore fingerprints and bite marks, her lower abdomen a mess.
She clutched her disciple’s head tightly, her delicate feet dangling at his sides, twitching with each of his movements. She seemed utterly powerless, fragile to the extreme.
Hearing her daughter-in-law’s cry, Chen Xi snapped back to awareness and opened her mouth to speak. But Yan Zhen chose that instant for a particularly deep thrust. Her prepared words dissolved into a pure moan as her toes curled and her voluptuous body shuddered gently, reaching her peak.
After his release, Yan Zhen slumped lazily onto his beautiful master’s chest, panting softly. Under her gentle caresses, he quickly drifted into a deep sleep.
“…”
The Myriad Snake Queen stared at them in a daze, utterly at a loss for words.
