Yan Zhen projected a host of movies onto the light screen, letting Zi Xunyi choose one for herself.
She scanned them all before finally pointing at Myth.
In the script, her past-life self had picked Myth right away too. Yan Zhen figured it had something to do with her God Race heritage. But Myth wasn’t some traditional legend—it was a fantastical romance spanning ancient times and the modern era, telling the tale of General Meng Yi from the Qin Dynasty and his millennium-spanning vow of true love with Princess Yushu.
It opened with the reincarnated General Meng Yi in the modern day dreaming of Princess Yushu from a thousand years ago. Her stunning figure left him utterly captivated, setting the rest of the story in motion.
Past-life Zi Xunyi had been profoundly moved by the film. Her thoughts naturally drifted to herself and Yan Zhen.
She was the daughter of the Heavenly God Clan’s chieftain, a candidate for God Maiden. Yan Zhen was a transmigrator from modern Earth, a once-in-a-generation prodigy of the academy. By some miracle, they had met in dreams, yet their statuses doomed them to stay apart.
Why am I even thinking like this? We’re not a couple. We’re just friends.
It was this movie that made Zi Xunyi realize she had fallen for Yan Zhen.
Back when Yan Zhen was laying the groundwork for his wife-wooing plan, he’d already confirmed it amid his future wife’s endless bashfulness—which was why he’d placed Myth front and center.
Everything was going according to plan!
…
Sure enough, as the background music of Beautiful Myth swelled and the white-clad Princess Yushu let go of General Meng Yi’s hand to plunge into the collapsing palace, Zi Xunyi’s eyes shimmered with tears.
Even Yan Zhen felt the mood get to him, his nose tingling slightly.
What a great film, what great music. No matter how many times he’d seen it, it never failed to move him.
Once the movie ended, Zi Xunyi snapped back to reality and turned to Yan Zhen.
“This movie was really good.”
She gave a faint smile, utterly captivating.
Yan Zhen’s spirits lifted, and he felt a thrill on every level. Beaming, he said, “You finally smiled at me.”
Zi Xunyi’s cheeks flushed crimson in an instant. She quickly hid her smile and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
“I was just smiling because the movie was good and the song was beautiful. Don’t get the wrong idea.”
Yan Zhen nodded. “I know. Hehe~”
Zi Xunyi bit her lip and stole a glance at him. Seeing his goofy grin only made her more embarrassed.
“Which one next?” Yan Zhen asked. “There are plenty more. Pick whatever you like.”
Naturally, Zi Xunyi wanted to keep watching, but her heart was in turmoil now. She didn’t dare stay any longer.
“Never mind. It’s getting late—you should head back.”
“Alright then. No more movies.”
“Mm.”
With that, Zi Xunyi withdrew from the dream on her own and vanished.
Yan Zhen dismissed the light screen with a sigh. He was about to leave when a rift tore open in the dreamscape, and Zi Xunyi returned.
No—this was the mature version of Zi Xunyi, her figure and bearing far more womanly.
“Husband, was that just now… the current me?”
Yan Zhen scratched his cheek. Though they were the same person, he couldn’t shake the guilt of being caught red-handed on a date with his mistress by his wife.
“Yeah, I was showing her a movie.”
“Myth, right? Your wife wants to relive it with you too~”
“Sure. Wait here for me—I won’t be long.”
“Take care, husband.”
Yan Zhen waved goodbye, then left the dream. His consciousness awoke in the real world.
He was still sprawled over the table, his sleeping posture unchanged.
As he lifted his head, his eyes met Zi Xunyi’s. She had been peeking at his sleeping face and quickly composed herself.
“I’m going to rest.”
Yan Zhen smiled warmly. “Good night. I’ll come by again tomorrow evening.”
Hearing that made Zi Xunyi feel like she was sneaking around on a tryst with her lover. A strange flutter stirred in her chest. She wanted to refuse him, but her mouth opened and closed without a word. In the end, she just murmured, “Mm.”
It’s not a tryst. I just want to learn about his world through him!
Yan Zhen rose slowly, reluctance heavy in his voice. “Then I’m off.”
He stepped out through the floor-to-ceiling window onto the balcony. Looking back at Zi Xunyi, he waved once more before turning into a streak of starlight and flying back to Elder Yu Yan’s little tower. He slipped through the window straight into his room.
“Whew.”
That was step two down. Conquering his wife was just around the corner!
Yan Zhen patted his cheeks, then activated the Star Shifting Fire Seal and dove into the Fire Refining Starry Sky. He paid his respects to his beautiful master, reported his entry into the Inner Academy, and mentioned the Firmament Nine-Story Tower along with the bizarre thunder rumbling inside it.
“That’s the power of the Wind-Thunder Crystal Fire.”
“Wind-Thunder Crystal Fire?”
Chen Xi nodded and patiently explained. Yan Zhen listened obediently to his beautiful master’s lecture, impressed but not fully grasping it all.
In the script, this was how Yan Zhen learned the true nature of that wondrous power in the Firmament Nine-Story Tower—from his beautiful master’s own lips.
“The Wind-Thunder Crystal Fire doesn’t just accelerate cultivation. It can also produce incredibly potent Wind-Thunder Crystals with all sorts of uses. If you get the chance, Zhen’er, you must claim it for yourself.”
“Isn’t that the academy’s? Can I even take it?”
“No. The Holy Land Academy merely borrows its power through the Firmament Nine-Story Tower. The fire’s true body resides in the Thunder Pool deep within the clouds, unclaimed by anyone. The Thunder Supreme of Jialan Holy Land once ventured into the Thunder Pool to subdue it but failed. He could only fight it to a draw. After that, no one has dared try taming the Wind-Thunder Crystal Fire again.”
“Even a Supreme couldn’t subdue it?”
“He could only manage a tie.”
…
After all, it was one of the Heavenly Extreme Flames. Even if it wasn’t highly ranked, it wasn’t something just anyone could conquer.
The reason Yan Zhen could succeed was his cultivation of the Emperor Flame Technique, bolstered by the Fire Refining Starry Sky and his beautiful master’s aid.
Especially since she had willingly offered herself as his cauldron to transmit the flame. That was how he refined one Extreme Flame after another so effortlessly. Otherwise, having those Extreme Flames invade his body over and over would have been a thrilling ordeal.
After chatting with his beautiful master a while longer, Yan Zhen left the Fire Refining Starry Sky, returned to his room, crawled under the covers, and drifted off to sleep.
The mature Zi Xunyi sat idly on the swing, swinging it gently out of boredom. When Yan Zhen appeared, her beautiful eyes lit up, and she hurried over to greet him.
“Husband, you’re back~”
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Zi Ji.”
“It wasn’t long at all. Time flies while waiting for you.”
“Shall we watch a movie? Myth?”
“As long as it’s with you, husband, anything works.”
“Then how about Titanic?”
“Sure~”
They settled onto the swing as they talked. Yan Zhen wrapped an arm around his future Zi Xunyi’s waist, letting her lean against his shoulder. She hugged him in return, nestling into his embrace.
As the film’s leads dove into their passionate scenes, Zi Xunyi’s heart grew hot and restless. She stole a glance at her husband’s profile, unable to hold back her affection any longer, and planted a kiss on his cheek.
Yan Zhen froze for a moment before turning to her. “What’s wrong?”
Zi Xunyi gazed at him with shy adoration, her eyes conveying everything words could not.
