Yan Zhen had seen the world’s tallest peak—Mount Everest—and the purest white snow blanketing Pearl Peak.
But even atop that pinnacle of the earth, cherry blossoms never bloomed, nor did gems sparkle.
Snowy mountains, cherry blossoms, gems—each was a pleasing sight, a beauty of the mortal realm.
Combined, however, their allure exploded exponentially, radiating an indescribable, matchless charm that truly deserved the title of peerless beauties!
The key was that it wasn’t just one such vision, but two, standing side by side!
Double the peerless beauty!
With silken silver-white tresses floating lightly to adorn and half-conceal them, it amounted to supercharged bliss!
Yan Zhen stared dazedly at the beautiful master before him, a rush of blood surging to his head and leaving him momentarily stunned.
If his beautiful master was usually an aloof immortal fairy, then right now she was a goddess incarnate!
For their first shared bath, Chen Xi’s years of meditative composure proved utterly useless. Seeing Yan Zhen’s stunned reaction to her body filled her heart with faint joy, though the shyness that followed made her raise her jade arms to cradle her full breasts.
“Zhen’er, don’t stare at your master like that.”
Yan Zhen snapped back to his senses. His handsome face flushed crimson as he hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands.
“Sorry, Master! I’m not looking!”
Chen Xi realized she’d chosen her words poorly and inwardly cursed her own clumsiness.
Watching Yan Zhen obey so immediately, she felt a mix of helplessness and amusement. After a brief hesitation, she drifted closer to him.
Gentle ripples lapped between them.
“Zhen’er, uncover your eyes. Your master will teach you the Dual Cultivation Method.”
Dual cultivation for real? There’s no need!
Yan Zhen panicked.
This Extreme Flame refining arc should have been simple: the beautiful master passes him the fire seed normally, and he skips right through.
How had it turned into dual cultivation?
“Master, I’m too shy~”
He kept his hands firmly in place.
He desperately wanted to look—even touch—but he had to hold back!
—I am a heartless upgrade machine~
Yan Zhen chanted silently in his mind, soothing the long-trunked little elephant emblazoned on his boxer shorts.
Chen Xi grasped Yan Zhen’s hands and gently but firmly pried them away, revealing his bright, lively eyes.
Their gazes locked. Yan Zhen’s ears burned red with embarrassment, and Chen Xi’s heart pounded, yet neither looked away.
Struggling to keep her composure, Chen Xi said evenly, “No need for shyness. Think of it as a special cultivation lesson. First, memorize the Dual Cultivation Method. Then leave everything to your master—you just focus on the sensations, Zhen’er.”
Though Chen Xi lacked experience herself, as his master, it fell to her to guide her disciple.
Still clasping Yan Zhen’s hands without releasing them, Chen Xi slowly drew her face nearer until their foreheads touched, just as before.
Yan Zhen could feel more than just his beautiful master’s forehead pressing against his—two substantial, soft mounds made contact as well.
A faint pressure bloomed against his chest, different from before and all the more intoxicating.
Soon, a warm current flowed into the space between Yan Zhen’s brows, unfurling in his mind as the Dual Cultivation Method, its essence laid bare.
—No, Master, I don’t want to learn dual cultivation!
Yet with his heaven-defying aptitude and Chen Xi’s clear, patient explanations, he grasped it instantly.
Yan Zhen opened his eyes and stared at the flawless beauty of his beautiful master’s face, mere inches away. He swallowed hard.
“Master… Mm!”
Before he could finish, his beautiful master kissed him. Her arms, white as fresh snow, wrapped around his neck.
On instinct, Yan Zhen reached out and embraced his beautiful master’s slender waist.
A long moment passed before their lips parted, leaving both of them breathless.
Chen Xi cradled Yan Zhen’s face, her voice thick with emotion. “It’s time, Zhen’er. Let yourself go—your master will guide you.”
Led by his beautiful master, the Dual Cultivation Technique activated on its own. Yan Zhen felt a primal heat rising within him, chasing away the water’s chill.
Chen Xi’s snow-white body flushed with an alluring pink, growing feverish in his arms.
With a soft moan, their dual cultivation truly began.
Whoosh.
Gold-and-silver flames seeped gradually from Chen Xi’s body, burning quietly across her skin and scorching the surrounding frigid waters.
Chen Xi promptly circulated the technique. The gold and silver flames surged along the meridians tracing her skin, converging at her lips into a serene fire seed.
With the gold-silver fire seed in her mouth, Chen Xi kissed Yan Zhen once more, passing it to him.
—Scalding!
Yan Zhen jolted as if he’d swallowed a steaming-hot dumpling straight from the pot. The burn seared from his mouth down his throat, through his chest, and into his dantian, fiery agony everywhere.
Just as he nearly cried out, a cool breath welled up from below, swirling in his dantian to swiftly soothe the blaze, leaving him bathed in cozy warmth.
—Bliss!
Following his beautiful master’s instructions, Yan Zhen circulated the Emperor Flame Technique. His feeble technique fire seed slowly enveloped the gold-silver fire seed, devouring it bit by bit.
Since Chen Xi had fully tamed the gold-silver fire seed, even Yan Zhen’s pathetic fire seed could erode it steadily.
Relying solely on his own power, though, fully refining it would take ages. Fortunately, his beautiful master’s dual cultivation amplified him.
Chen Xi channeled faint traces of her Semi-Saint Power to aid the process. At this rate, success would come in a day and a night.
Naturally, they had to maintain the Dual Cultivation State throughout.
Whenever Yan Zhen’s mystic power ran dry, Chen Xi would carefully infuse him with her own.
As time wore on, the bone-chilling extreme cold water in the large bath tub heated under the Extreme Flame’s blaze, transforming into steaming hot springs.
Amid the rippling waves, their reflections showed master and disciple entwined in perfect intimacy.
A full day and night later, Yan Zhen succeeded in refining the Extreme Flame. His technique fire seed advanced to Mystic Practitioner grade, gleaming with gold and silver hues.
His aura surged wildly, vaulting from One-Star Mystic Practitioner to Five-Star Mystic Practitioner in one breath before settling back to Three-Star Mystic Practitioner.
Boom!
The rampant mystic power shook uncontrollably. Fine cracks spiderwebbed across the large bath tub, and water sprayed everywhere.
Once the outburst subsided, Yan Zhen’s aura steadied, and he emerged from cultivation.
He felt enveloped head to toe in silken snow-white skin. Slowly opening his eyes, Yan Zhen glimpsed peerless Pearl Peak reflected in his pupils before lifting his gaze to his beautiful master’s lovely face.
“Master…”
For the moment, Yan Zhen didn’t know what to say—his emotions were too tangled.
No matter; he’d botched his performance anyway. Time for a reset.
“Don’t overthink it, Zhen’er. It’s done.”
Chen Xi gently stroked Yan Zhen’s cheek, then leaned in to kiss his forehead. Only then did she try to rise from the water.
But as her hips lifted, a soft moan escaped her, her waist went limp, and she sank back down.
Yan Zhen let out an involuntary “oh,” his face turning beet red.
“M-Master?”
Chen Xi flushed with deep embarrassment. Inexperienced as she was, enduring a full day and night—while protecting him and replenishing his energy—had drained her badly.
“Sorry, Zhen’er. Your master wasn’t paying attention.”
“Uh, do you need me to hold you up?”
“No need. Your master will stand now—just stay put, Zhen’er—Ah, Zhen’er? You’re not listening…”
“Master, I can’t help it—it’s just instinct!”
“/(//o/ω/o//)/”
