The Cliffside Small Building served as the residence of Holy Land Academy’s esteemed guest, Zi Xunyi.
Although no explicit prohibition existed against approaching it, the nearby instructors and elders all consciously steered clear to avoid disturbing her.
The higher-ups had made it clear: if that Eldest Miss so much as lost a single strand of hair, they would be held accountable.
As a result, whether instructors or elders, they all warned their own disciples to stay far away from the place.
Yan Zhen pretended not to understand.
“Is there anything special about the Cliffside Small Building?”
Elder Yu Yan patiently explained, “That’s the home of a specially recruited student. Her background is incredibly noble, with connections so vast that even the people at Holy Land Headquarters treat her with utmost respect. You’d best not provoke her—otherwise, even I might not be able to protect you.”
After all, she was the eldest miss of the Heavenly God Clan.
In truth, Jialan Holy Land’s power fell short of the Heavenly God Clan. The former had only a single One-Star Mystic Saint in charge, while the latter boasted several Mystic Saints—including Zi Xunyi’s father, the clan leader, who was a Nine-Star Mystic Saint.
The Heavenly God Clan aside, no other god race could be matched by the Seven Great Sacred Lands either.
The marriage alliance between the two sides stemmed first from their close ties and second from Yan Zhen’s exceptional talent, his Great Emperor Potential.
“I understand. I won’t go there.”
Yan Zhen replied obediently, and Elder Yu Yan nodded in satisfaction.
“Go on ahead, then. Pick any room you like here—stay wherever suits you.”
“Where does the Great Elder live?”
“Why do you ask? Are you planning to bunk with me?”
“Ahem, no, I just didn’t want to pick the wrong room by mistake.”
“Don’t worry. No outsider can enter my room. Just choose freely.”
“Got it~”
After bidding farewell to the squinting Elder Great-Aunt, Yan Zhen headed upstairs and selected a room close to the Cliffside Small Building. From the side window, he had a perfect view of one of its corners.
Yan Zhen felt a strong urge to probe his future wife’s presence with his spiritual power, but Zi Xunyi’s spiritual power currently outstripped his own. Doing so would just be asking for trouble.
He held back. After all, he’d successfully entered the Inner Academy and was living so close by now. Opportunities to approach her were plentiful as stars in the sky.
As long as he could meet her alone, half his plan would be accomplished.
Yan Zhen sat on the bed and opened his System Interface to claim the exam task reward.
【Special Trump Card: Shrimp Catcher: Can be activated while the host rides any vehicle. Upon activation, the vehicle’s speed surges to its theoretical maximum, with full control over steering.】
Hmm, the rewards had returned to normal. It seemed useful, yet somehow not.
Yan Zhen stored the trump card away, then confirmed the upcoming plot events.
First, he’d naturally head to the Firmament Nine-Story Tower, where a conflict would arise. Though he’d thoroughly thrash his opponent, it would also draw the ire of a General Star List powerhouse.
Afterward, other powerhouses from the General Star List would extend olive branches, hoping to recruit him as a lackey. Yan Zhen would refuse, enraging them.
Beyond that, there were mandatory cultivation plotlines to complete.
Fortunately, the plot didn’t pack events too tightly, leaving room for him to pursue his wife.
In the script, Yan Zhen’s first real-world encounter with Zi Xunyi happened at a banquet, after he’d climbed onto the General Star List. That was too late, so he needed to take the initiative.
With time still early, Yan Zhen meditated on the bed until nightfall. Only then did he open his eyes and actively entered the dream to meet Zi Xunyi—the mature version.
The familiar Purple Flower Sea stretched out once more, with a massive tree rising amid the blooms. Beneath its branches hung a vine swing chair.
His feet sank into the lush green grass as Yan Zhen called out. The mature and elegant Zi Xunyi slowly materialized.
“Husband~”
“How about it, Zi Ji? Can you imprint my appearance into your current mind?”
“I can, but not completely.”
“Uh…”
“I’ve tried multiple times, succeeding only two or three. The rest were blocked by the Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame.”
“Hey, success is success. Even if it’s just once or twice, that’s a huge help.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm. As long as the current you sees my face before we meet in reality, you’ll feel a sense of familiarity when we do.”
“Husband is so clever~”
“Heh heh.”
Yan Zhen grinned smugly.
Zi Xunyi gazed at his bashful smile, her heart warming. In a soft voice, she said, “Husband, it’s been several days since we applied the ‘Soul Cocoon’ to Ling’er. The cocoon’s power is nearly depleted—it needs replenishing soon…”
The Soul Cocoon was the product of their divine souls’ dual cultivation, right?
Yan Zhen blinked, then grasped his future wife’s intent. His face flushed as he took the initiative. “Th-then… shall we swing on it once more?”
Joy and shyness mingled in Zi Xunyi’s eyes. She let out a soft hum before throwing herself into his arms, offering a fragrant kiss.
As their divine souls made intimate contact, both released stifled sighs.
Yan Zhen embraced her warm, soft body, returning her kisses while peeling away her lavish purple gown. He gently pushed her onto the vine swing chair, parting her straight, slender snow-white legs to drape them over the swing ropes, her delicate jade feet dangling in the air.
“Husband…”
Zi Xunyi’s face burned crimson, her violet eyes shimmering with desire as she cast a pleading glance at Yan Zhen.
With a faint smile, Yan Zhen gripped the swing ropes and began to rock them.
Back and forth they swung, all the way until deep into the night.
Only after her daughter’s conscious avatar reformed its protective cocoon did the couple reluctantly cease. Yan Zhen slowly withdrew, and Zi Xunyi caught her breath before extending her pink tongue for the aftercare.
After a moment of tender cuddling, Yan Zhen departed the dream and returned to reality.
The spring dream left no trace.
Yan Zhen quickly took a bath, changed into fresh clothes, and checked Elder Yu Yan’s aura. She was absent from the building.
—Perfect!
He flung open the window and shot out as a trail of multicolored starlight, flying straight toward the Cliffside Small Building. He alighted on the treetop nearest to it.
This perch aligned perfectly with the third-floor window.
The third floor was the building’s highest level—Zi Xunyi’s room had to be there. Yan Zhen stared at the window with deep affection, then deliberately released a trace of his aura.
Moments later, the window cracked open. A beam of purple light shot forth, arriving before Yan Zhen in an instant and taking the form of Zi Xunyi.
More precisely, the youthful version of Zi Xunyi—younger and more innocent than the one in his dreams.
Her stunning face was etched with cold fury. “Which sneaky little rat lurks in the shadows, too cowardly to sho—is, is that you?”
Her opening line cut off as recognition dawned. The chill on her face melted into shock.
Shock swiftly turned to shy anger.
Just recently, Zi Xunyi had dreamed yet again of entwining passionately with Yan Zhen—this time unlocking a scandalous new swing play that had utterly ruined her cherished childhood memories.
How had he entered the Inner Academy?
