As a soul cultivator, Zi Xunyi could let her divine soul wander freely through her own dreams, strengthening her spiritual power. Dreaming was therefore a good thing.
But for over a year now, the content of her dreams had grown repetitive—mostly visions of her “future self,” occasionally interspersed with images of her “gravely ill daughter.”
Zi Xunyi had assumed these were mere reflections of her heart demon and hadn’t paid them much mind.
After all, soul cultivators in the Nether Realm had to endure trials from their heart demons to break through the Illusory Realm, turning the unreal into reality and advancing to the True Realm.
However, a few days ago, the dreams had suddenly turned into bizarre erotic visions, with the male lead being that scumbag junior disciple Yan Zhen, who had just enrolled. That was highly irregular!
Zi Xunyi had initially thought it stemmed from her cultivation of the Divine Intercourse Chapter, when her divine soul drifted between reality and the void, resonating with Junior Disciple Yan Zhen’s divine soul. She had been drawn to him, and since he carried the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame, its malevolent influence had warped the dream into something so shameful.
Yet today, she hadn’t cultivated the Divine Intercourse Chapter at all. So why had her divine soul slipped back into that dream of the Purple Flower Sea, where she and Junior Disciple Yan Zhen had indulged in such wanton acts right in front of their “master”?
The situation was growing more baffling by the minute.
“No matter what, it must be tied to that Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame,” Zi Xunyi murmured.
She bit her lip, feeling another wave of damp stickiness between her thighs. She quickly clamped her legs together, stood, and headed to the bathing chamber.
Behind the screen, Zi Xunyi elegantly slipped off her dress, revealing her flawless, perfectly proportioned jade body.
For a moment, the room brimmed with springtime allure, a breathtaking sight.
Her beauty was unparalleled, her bearing noble and regal, her figure curvaceous and tempting. Her skin was snowy and immaculate, like congealed cream, and even her pale purple tresses cascaded smoothly, gleaming with the fragrance of lavender. There was not a single part of her that wasn’t exquisite, not one that didn’t stir the heart.
Zi Xunyi lifted a jade leg and stepped into the tub filled with steaming water, sinking down slowly. A seductive sigh escaped her lips—eerily similar to the moan she had let out in the dream when Junior Disciple Yan Zhen had thrust deep inside her.
She snapped to awareness at once, her slender hand flying to cover her mouth as a faint blush colored her cheeks.
“How could I… No, I need to figure this out quickly, or else—”
If this kept up, she herself would start changing in strange ways.
With that thought, Zi Xunyi drew her knees up in the tub and began meditating.
She couldn’t just sit idly by. She needed to take the initiative: dive into the Purple Flower Sea dream and confront Junior Disciple Yan Zhen!
In her previous dreams, her awareness had been muddled, like an ordinary person’s vague slumber—hardly befitting a soul cultivator like her.
It had to be the influence of the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame.
In that case, she would counter it with her Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame, guarding her true heart and keeping her mind clear. She refused to believe the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame could interfere with her any longer!
Just as Zi Xunyi’s divine soul consciousness prepared to enter the dream, she heard the voice of her heart demon:
“The me of right now—stop resisting. I carry complete memories from the future, reborn into the present. There must be a reason for it. Once I merge back into your body, you’ll understand everything.”
Zi Xunyi remained unmoved.
Soul cultivators in the Nether Realm were plagued by heart demons. Succumbing to them led to Qi deviation: mild cases damaged the divine soul, clouding the mind and halting cultivation progress; severe ones allowed the heart demon to possess the body, erasing the self and turning one into a fiend.
She summoned her Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame to form a barrier around her Sea of Consciousness, blocking out the heart demon’s voice.
“Can’t talk you into it, huh? Sigh. Well, at this point, I’m right in the thick of heart demon trials. Sticking to your principles and rejecting external temptations is the right call. But the rebirth really happened. Even if I have to force it, I must return to the body and save Ling’er.”
Roar!
From the void beyond her Sea of Consciousness, a ferocious evil dragon—clad in gray scales with four claws on its belly—burst forth in a thunderous roar, entering Zi Xunyi’s field of vision.
Then she saw her: atop the evil dragon’s head stood a woman in purple robes, identical in appearance to Zi Xunyi herself but with a more mature demeanor and attire.
Their eyes met, and for an instant, their minds connected.
—That’s me.
“No, that’s the heart demon. I am me!”
The young Zi Xunyi stood firm. She swiftly formed hand seals, transforming the illusory purple flame barrier into a solid purple crystal one, resisting the heart demon’s invasion with all her might.
If she could block this heart demon, perhaps she could unravel the mystery of those shameful dreams.
The mature Zi Xunyi, perched on the evil dragon’s head, frowned. She too channeled her power, urging the evil dragon to charge full force at the Sea of Consciousness.
If it broke through the Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame’s defenses, she could merge into it herself and truly be reborn.
The two clashed, their extreme flames warring as the evil dragon battled the purple clouds.
Half an hour later.
Zi Xunyi’s Sea of Consciousness fell silent once more. The purple crystal barrier grew ethereal, then shattered and vanished.
“It really was that Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame. Empowered by it, the heart demon was so strong—I almost couldn’t hold it off!” Zi Xunyi said to herself with lingering fear. “Good thing my Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame proved superior. I’ve finally expelled the heart demon completely. Now I can—Urk!”
A sharp pain erupted. Massive waves surged in her Sea of Consciousness, and from the splashing memory waters emerged scene after vivid scene.
A grand wedding, attended by all the prominent powerhouses of the continent. But there was only one groom, and two brides: Zi Xunyi herself, plus another stunning woman with a cold, proud aura—whom she seemed to call “Sister Cai Lian.”
After the ceremony, they were led to the bridal chamber.
The groom, Yan Zhen, was more mature and imposing than the Yan Zhen she had seen at the Enrollment Ceremony. With solemn reverence, he lifted the red veils from both women, stripped away their wedding robes, and bared their peerlessly alluring snow-white bodies.
Gazing at his breathtakingly beautiful wives, Yan Zhen extended his arms with deep affection, drawing one into each embrace.
The two women flushed prettily and knelt before their husband of their own accord, their pink tongues darting out as they devoted themselves to pleasing him.
Yan Zhen sat at the bed’s edge, gazing tenderly at his wives, his hands gently stroking their hair—one lock jet-black, the other pale purple, both smooth as silk.
Sensing their husband’s love, the women served him all the more eagerly. Then they climbed onto the bed, stacking face-to-face: Cai Lian beneath, Zi Xunyi atop, both gazing at Yan Zhen shyly, awaiting his favor.
A night of passion was worth a fortune.
And so, that “night of passion” stretched on through the entire evening…
In the bathing chamber, Zi Xunyi’s eyes snapped open in the tub. She gasped for breath as if emerging from a deep nightmare.
She clutched her head fiercely, unable to comprehend why such shameful memories had flooded her mind—all of them involving Junior Disciple Yan Zhen.
“What’s going on? I clearly expelled the heart demon and the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame’s intrusion, so why—”
Her mature self.
A mature Yan Zhen.
The future.
A grand wedding.
A spark of insight flashed through Zi Xunyi as she grasped the key.
“Could it be that wasn’t a heart demon, but truly my future self? In the future, will I marry that Junior Disciple Yan Zhen—even sharing a husband with another woman?”
—H-How is that even possible?!!
Zi Xunyi felt herself on the verge of collapse.
