Scumbag… Playboy… Lowlife!
Since Yan Zhen was such a person, Zi Xunyi naturally wanted nothing more to do with him.
She would treat that erotic dream as nothing but a dream. From now on, she wouldn’t cultivate the Divine Intercourse Chapter anymore—at least, not with him. If she practiced it at all, she would find a new divine soul that matched hers.
Zi Xunyi said nothing more. Her divine soul incarnation quietly dissipated, returning to her true body.
Yan Zhen had no idea that his future wife—or at least, this version of her—had just rejected him outright. He was accustomed to being surrounded by women, and Huangfu Wenqing was his legitimate fiancée, after all. For the moment, he saw nothing wrong with their intimacy. That changed only when he heard Huangfu Wenqing murmur weakly:
“Why do I feel like the Dean keeps staring over here… and her eyes look really fierce?”
Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er spoke up one after another from nearby.
“It’s definitely because you’re sitting so shamelessly on your cousin’s lap!”
“Get down already! If you make the Dean mad, Miss Huangfu, you’re in for it—and don’t drag us down with you!”
As reincarnators, they knew the Outer Academy Dean’s temper all too well. Once she lost her cool, she was a force to be reckoned with.
Huangfu Wenqing ignored their protests, but Yan Zhen jolted to attention.
Oh no! He’d forgotten that he was still the prospective Yu Family son-in-law, under trial. Now, Dean Little Aunt and Grand Mentor Aunt probably wouldn’t let him off easily.
But Yan Zhen relaxed almost immediately.
His relationships with Huangfu Wenqing and the four women weren’t exactly a secret. The Yu Family could uncover them with little effort if they tried. So what if it came out? He had no intention of truly becoming their live-in son-in-law anyway. No, his plan was to marry Mentor Yu Xuan and bring her home!
To pull that off, though, he would need overwhelming resources. He was still a long way off, and no amount of talking would sway them right now.
Mentor Yu Xuan would just have to endure some hardship in the meantime.
Yan Zhen settled his mind and closed his eyes to rest.
Before long, the Dean’s speech drew to a close. Dean Yu Qing set down the microphone with a huff and marched over to Mentor Yu Xuan’s side, where she immediately began grilling her.
Mentor Yu Xuan let out a sigh and resigned herself to it.
But she believed in him. He would free her from the family’s shackles soon enough and welcome her back into his arms.
It just meant they couldn’t be together for a while. She’d been planning to break through to Mystic General as quickly as possible, lift the restraint seal, and give her body to him completely~
Huangfu Wenqing vaguely sensed that she’d made a mistake. Panic crept into her voice as she said:
“Yan Zhen, have I gotten you in trouble?”
Yan Zhen gently patted his fiancée’s head, signaling that she shouldn’t worry.
At last, it was time for the new student representatives to take the stage. Yan Zhen rose along with the reps from the other academy districts. They lined up on the platform to receive the Dean’s personal commendations.
Dean Yu Qing had composed herself by then. She returned to the stage and lifted bottle after bottle of Major Yuan Pills from a tray held by one of the attending mentors, handing them out to each representative in turn.
The North Academy District representative: Qi Yu Xuan of the Qi Lu Clan.
The West Academy District representative: Shan Ben of Backmountain City.
The South Academy District representative: Chu Nan of Great Chu Kingdom.
The East Academy District representative: Yan Zhen of Garo Kingdom!
The first three presentations went smoothly enough. But when Dean Yu Qing reached Yan Zhen, her face darkened in an instant. She gritted her teeth and sent him a sound transmission laced with venom.
“You stinking brat. How dare you toy with my Yu Family. Just you wait!”
Yan Zhen fired back with a superior mental transmission technique—one far more discreet and advanced.
“Old spinster.”
Dean Yu Qing had never endured such an insult. Her eyes bulged, and she lost her composure right there. But she clung to her wits enough to reply via transmission.
“What did you say? Who’s an old spinster? I had suitors lined up for blocks!”
Yan Zhen met her gaze without flinching and sent back a sarcastic reply.
“You’re pushing forty, no dao companion, haven’t even dated anyone. Who else could I mean?”
“Mystic Ancestors live nearly five hundred years! Pushing forty is nothing—I’m still young!”
“You must spend every Lovers’ Day all alone. How pitiful~”
“You—”
“Guess I’ll have to switch languages to talk to the Dean. Woof woof woof~”
“Shut your mouth!”
Her last words burst out loud.
Everyone on the stage and in the audience jumped in shock. Even the students who had been dozing off snapped wide awake.
What was going on? Why had the Dean suddenly flown into a rage?
Dean Yu Qing dropped all pretense. She said coldly:
“I don’t care what kind of prodigy you are. The Yu Family will never approve of you and Xuan’er. She won’t be seeing you again. Give up on that fantasy.”
The entire venue erupted in stunned murmurs. Students and mentors alike sensed major gossip in the air. Their eyes sparkled with excitement.
The “Xuan’er” the Dean mentioned—could she mean Senior Sister Yu Xuan of the Yu Family? The campus belle from past years? And this East Academy District rep Yan Zhen was involved with her? But the Yu Family rarely let their women marry out—especially not an heiress!
“I’ll recite a poem,” Yan Zhen said.
He dropped his own pretense as well. Turning toward Mentor Yu Xuan, he began to recite slowly and clearly.
Wispy clouds tease and play,
Shooting stars bear our hate across the boundless Milky Way.
When golden winds meet jade dew in a single glance,
They surpass the myriad joys of humankind.
Our love is soft as water, our reunion like a dream;
I hesitate to gaze upon the Magpie Bridge’s homeward path!
If feelings between us two endure through time,
What need is there for dawn and dusk entwined?
Dean Yu Qing froze. The crowd went slack-jawed. Only Mentor Yu Xuan, the literary girl at heart, grasped the poem’s Mystic beauty. Her own heart nearly melted.
Had he written this for her?
Shui Bailan, who shared her taste for such things, was equally astonished. Her beautiful eyes roved over Yan Zhen as she thought to herself: This philandering little punk actually had literary talent like this?
Once the others had savored it, they caught Yan Zhen’s meaning and couldn’t help but admire him.
Talk about bold. Composing a ci poem on the spot to clap back at the Dean—likening himself to the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, calling her out for trying to tear lovers apart, and declaring his unwavering resolve to Senior Sister Yu Xuan. The guy had a death wish.
Dean Yu Qing seethed with rage once more. She felt like the villain ruthlessly breaking up lovers, when it was clearly this skirt-chasing playboy’s fault!
She shoved a bottle of Major Yuan Pills into Yan Zhen’s arms and stormed off in a huff, dragging Mentor Yu Xuan with her.
Shui Bailan shot Yan Zhen a fierce glare before following after them.
The mentor hosting the ceremony wiped sweat from his brow and hastily wrapped up the enrollment ceremony. Everyone was dismissed; classes would begin formally tomorrow.
Amid the dispersing crowd, Bai Yue took vicious pleasure in seeing Yan Zhen clash with the Yu Family elders.
But then he recalled the poem Yan Zhen had just composed for Mentor Yu Xuan—and how her expression had softened in response. Jealousy twisted in his gut.
This guy was way too much of an eyesore!
As that thought crossed his mind, Bai Yue watched Shan Ben, the West Academy District representative, stride up to Yan Zhen and sneer.
“No wonder you’re only a Three-Star Mystic Master when you get to the academy and immediately start chasing skirts. Is this the best the East Academy District has to offer for a new student rep? What a letdown.”
Yan Zhen glanced up at the tall youth in front of him. In a few days, he’d beat the guy senseless!
“Mind your own business. You can’t even refine your body right.”
With that, Yan Zhen ignored him completely. He headed down from the stage, rejoined the five women, and left the venue.
