Mentor Yu Xuan’s independent dormitory was an exquisite two-story building.
The first floor housed the living room, kitchen, study, cultivation chamber, and the like, while the second floor contained the bedrooms: one master bedroom and two guest rooms—perfect for their group.
To be precise, Mentor Yu Xuan had a room to herself, Yan Meng’er and her sister Yan Ruyu shared one, and Mi Xue’er had to squeeze in with Xiao Xinyan.
Mi Xue’er had actually wanted to room with Yan Meng’er or Yan Ruyu, but Yan Meng’er had firmly refused, declaring she wouldn’t bunk with a nympho so shamelessly obsessed with her cousin.
Under Mentor Yu Xuan’s guidance, Yan Zhen entered the small building and arrived at the dining hall. The table was neatly set with steaming, abundant dishes. The four women sat in a half-circle around it, all breaking into smiles at his arrival.
Yan Zhen and Mentor Yu Xuan took the two empty seats at the head of the table, giving the distinct impression of a household head and his principal wife, while the four women resembled his concubines.
Yan Zhen shook off the odd thought and eyed the lavish spread. Every dish featured premium cuts of mystic beast meat and vegetables infused with mystic qi—valuable fare that could substitute for several days of his meditative cultivation. For Nine-Star Mystic Practitioners like the four women, it presented a prime chance to break through to the Mystic Master Realm.
That said, judging purely by the presentation, Yan Zhen could tell this wasn’t the handiwork of Meng’er or Mentor Yu Xuan.
It must have been her, pulling strings with her status as the Yu Family’s eldest miss to have the kitchen send it over.
“Wenqing said she can’t make it, so let’s eat without her,” Mentor Yu Xuan announced as she raised her wine cup. “A toast to your enrollment—and to my return home. Cheers!”
Everyone lifted their glasses with a clink, wine splashing everywhere.
After the drinks, Mentor Yu Xuan picked up a braised pork knuckle—one of Yan Zhen’s favorites—and placed it in his bowl. “It’s not my cooking, but the kitchen masters are skilled too. Give it a try~”
“Thanks, Mentor.” Yan Zhen reciprocated by serving her a piece of tender fish belly. “You eat too, Mentor.”
“Sure~”
The four women watched their exchange, their own thoughts stirring. Not to be outdone, they each served Yan Zhen some food, then waited expectantly for him to return the favor.
Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er went further, parting their rosy lips in anticipation of him feeding them directly. The sight made Yan Ruyu and Xiao Xinyan green with envy, though they could never bring themselves to be so brazen.
As for Mentor Yu Xuan, she preferred feeding him over being fed. Sitting close beside him, she offered tea, wiped his mouth, her gaze and gestures radiating utmost tenderness—her wife-like allure simply off the charts, leaving the others envious yet unable to compete.
Though Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er were reincarnators and thus “mature women,” they still couldn’t cultivate Mentor Yu Xuan’s gentle, captivating poise.
The meal passed in warm harmony, any lingering tensions among the four women gradually melting away. After all, they had long since steeled themselves for this.
Once dinner ended, Mentor Yu Xuan summoned the kitchen staff to clear the table. Then she addressed the four women. “Go back to your rooms, take a bath to sober up, and start cultivating. Aim to advance to the Mystic Master Realm before the Enrollment Ceremony in two days. Otherwise, as Nine-Star Mystic Practitioners, you’ll have a rough time here.”
The women had drunk quite a bit, their cheeks flushed pink and eyes hazy. They nodded vigorously at her words, bid Yan Zhen farewell, and headed to their rooms.
“You’ve got this—keep pushing!” Yan Zhen encouraged them before turning to Mentor Yu Xuan. “Well then, Mentor, I’ll head out too.”
“Wait.” She caught his hand, a shy flush coloring her elegant oval face. “You’ve worked up a sweat too. Take a bath before you go. I—I can scrub your back.”
Yan Zhen blinked, his tipsy mind taking a moment to process. He mumbled blankly, “Sure~”
With an embarrassed smile, Mentor Yu Xuan said, “Come to my room.”
Yan Zhen nodded and followed as she led him upstairs to her bedroom.
Compared to her quarters in Silver Moon City, this one felt plainer—likely used purely as a dorm.
The room was spotless, not at all like it had sat idle for nearly two years. It must have been cleaned recently.
They turned left after entering, passing a curtain and screen to reach the bathing area, where a large wooden tub awaited.
An outlet was embedded in the wall above the tub. Slot a Mystic Crystal into the array disk there, and clear water would flow—hot or cold as desired. Most convenient… if pricey.
Mentor Yu Xuan filled the tub, then fetched several bottles of Drip Dew from a shelf, adding a few drops from each. Only when the surface gave off a masculine cologne-like scent did she nod in satisfaction. “All set, Yan Zhen. Time to wash up—come here, let me help you undress.”
Yan Zhen scratched his head and obediently stepped before her, arms outstretched. The gentle beauty of a mentor carefully removed his clothes piece by piece.
Until only his long-trunked little elephant boxer shorts remained.
The blue elephant pattern was stretched out of shape, looking downright comical.
Mentor Yu Xuan stifled a laugh and tugged the waistband down.
…
Though a restraint seal prevented direct intimacy on her part, indirect methods abounded like stars in the sky. They tried nearly every one, savoring each other’s skin and warmth.
Afterward, still naked, they moved from the tub to the bed for a second round.
By the time that ended, it was deep into the night. Sated, they drifted off to sleep without even bothering to change the soaked sheets.
In the dead of night, all was silent. Yan Zhen lay on the bed, left arm extended as a pillow for Mentor Yu Xuan beneath his neck. In his slumber, a familiar voice called faintly. His consciousness drifted toward it, pulling him into a sea of purple flowers.
Yan Zhen stood amid the field, surrounded by lavender as far as the eye could see. Its subtle fragrance filled the air, leaving him faintly intoxicated.
At the center stood a great tree, and beneath it a stunning woman in a purple gown with matching hair and crimson eyes.
The purple-haired beauty gazed at him with worry. “Husband, hurry to the Inner Academy. Ling’er can’t hold on much longer… We have to deliver her soon.”
Yan Zhen felt this purple-clothed big sister was strangely familiar, yet couldn’t place her. He blinked, baffled by her words.
“Pardon me, but who are you?”
“I’m your future wife. Come to the Inner Academy—save Ling’er.”
With that, the purple flower sea shattered, and the purple-clothed big sister vanished.
Yan Zhen jolted awake, staring blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling.
“What’s wrong, Yan Zhen?” Mentor Yu Xuan was a light sleeper and woke instantly. Her pale, soft body pressed close to his, a small hand gently caressing his face to soothe him.
Yan Zhen shook his head, closing his eyes to gather his thoughts.
A future wife… purple clothes… Could it be Zi Xunyi?
In the script, they had indeed met in a dream while she practiced the Divine Intercourse Chapter—but that was after he entered the Inner Academy. Why now, before classes even started? And what was with the bizarre content?
