In the second-floor room of the Cliffside Small Building, Zi Xunyi gently laid Yan Zhen, whom she held in her arms, down onto the bed. She gazed at his wretched state, his body covered in crystals and bloodstains, a look of deep pity filling her face.
Long Ying’s little face was tense as she asked, “Sister Xunyi, how is Yan Zhen Zhen doing?”
Zi Xunyi retrieved a pill bottle from her storage ring and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I just helped him neutralize some of the palm force for him, but there’s still a large amount lingering inside his body. I need to mobilize the Extreme Flames within him to completely eliminate it… This is a Dantian Protecting Pill. Once he takes it, his injuries won’t worsen for the time being.”
With that, she poured a pill from the bottle into her palm and summoned the Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame, melting it into an easily swallowable medicinal paste.
“Yan Zhen, open your mouth.”
Yan Zhen, his consciousness fuzzy, obediently parted his lips and caught the medicinal paste that Zi Xunyi poured in.
As the paste entered his stomach, its medicinal power rapidly dispersed, and Yan Zhen’s complexion eased somewhat.
“Next, I need to remove your clothes.” A faint blush colored Zi Xunyi’s cheeks. “This is just medical treatment, so I hope you don’t mind.”
Yan Zhen let out a weak murmur of agreement.
Zi Xunyi glanced at Long Ying, coughed twice, and said, “Little Long Ying, go wait outside and don’t let anyone come in.”
Long Ying frowned and rapidly shook her head. “I must watch over Yan Zhen Zhen!”
Zi Xunyi suddenly felt embarrassed, as if her little scheme had been seen through. “W-Well, alright then.”
She forced herself to stay calm, then reached out to untie Yan Zhen’s belt and set it aside. Next, she ignited the Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame once more to melt away the crystals on his chest. She pulled open the two lapels of his outer robe and, after a brief hesitation, sliced the blood-soaked long-sleeved inner garment down the middle, exposing his upper body.
It was the first time Zi Xunyi had ever taken the initiative to undress a boy, let alone see one so bare-chested in reality. Though the circumstances were special, she still felt a touch of shyness—especially since the man before her was her future husband.
She shook her head to clear away her scattered thoughts and focused on treating his injuries.
Zi Xunyi formed a hand seal, her fingers extended like a sword. A wisp of purple flame flickered at her fingertip, and she gently pressed it against Yan Zhen’s dantian.
As the purple flame entered his body, it immediately provoked the Extreme Flames inside Yan Zhen, making them flare up violently. In Zi Xunyi’s plan, as the Extreme Flames coursed through his limbs and torso, they would gradually dissolve the power of the Crystal Transformation Mystic Palm bit by bit.
However, what she hadn’t anticipated was that Yan Zhen harbored not just one Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame within him!
Whoosh!
Three Extreme Flames of different colors erupted from the acupoint at Yan Zhen’s dantian, instantly incinerating the cheap casual clothes he wore into ashes. Only his high-quality boxer shorts, patterned with long-trunked little elephants and perfect for all seasons, remained, glowing faintly.
“Ah!”
Zi Xunyi was flung back by the ferocious blast of air and tumbled off the bed, landing on her side on the floor.
“Sister Xunyi!”
Long Ying hurried over to help Zi Xunyi up, but the latter waved her off. Her beautiful eyes, filled with shyness and shock, turned toward Yan Zhen on the bed. “He actually possesses three Extreme Flames? How is that possible?!”
Long Ying blinked. “Yan Zhen Zhen cultivates the Emperor Flame Technique, which lets him refine ten kinds of Extreme Flames.”
“The Emperor Flame Technique?” Zi Xunyi paused, a vague recollection stirring in her mind from her extensive reading of the Heavenly God Clan’s archives. “The only surviving Emperor Mystic Art in the world, from the legends?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Long Ying nodded, though she knew inwardly that the Emperor Flame Technique was still incomplete. Yan Zhen Zhen had filled in the final layer of the mental cultivation method himself.
Zi Xunyi’s mind reeled in shock. First there was the Ancestral Symbol Scripture created by the Ancestral God, and now the world’s sole Emperor Flame Technique. Judging by the perfection of his physique, his Body Refining Technique was no slouch either. Even for a reincarnator, this was too exaggerated.
—Just who was he in the future?
“Sister Xunyi, what do we do now?”
Long Ying’s words snapped Zi Xunyi back to reality. “Right now, the Extreme Flames in his body have started neutralizing the palm force on their own, steadily dissolving the crystallization in his organs. We just need to wait patiently. But with three Extreme Flames, he’s extremely prone to losing control while unconscious. We must stabilize him.”
Zi Xunyi stood and returned to sit on the bed.
With her Mystic King cultivation, suppressing the mystic power of a mere Mystic Master like Yan Zhen should have been simple enough. But the presence of three Extreme Flames complicated matters.
To be safe, Zi Xunyi employed a soul cultivator technique, splitting off a strand of her divine soul to enter Yan Zhen’s sea of consciousness.
As long as she could awaken Yan Zhen’s dormant consciousness, she could stabilize both his mystic power and the three Extreme Flames.
Yan Zhen’s sea of consciousness was guarded by symbols of fire, wind, and water, making it hard to invade. But Zi Xunyi’s divine soul fluctuations were highly compatible with Yan Zhen’s, and her spiritual power outstripped his by an entire major realm. She quickly found a weakness and smoothly entered his sea of consciousness.
No sooner had she arrived than the path behind her sealed shut. Zi Xunyi’s heart tightened as her divine soul incarnation hovered in the air, overlooking the golden sea below.
Normally, a person’s sea of consciousness should be calm and still during sleep. Yet this golden sea churned with massive waves, and in the distance, a gray-black waterspout connected to the void above.
Within the gray-black waterspout, a figure gradually emerged—it was Yan Zhen.
Just like in reality, he was nearly naked, wielding a blazing gold-and-silver sword embryo. Behind him hovered a lithe crimson female Martial God.
“Yan Zhen” looked up, revealing a pair of eyes pitch-black from edge to edge.
Zi Xunyi’s heart skipped a beat. She instantly recognized that these were manifestations of Yan Zhen’s three Extreme Flames—his true consciousness hadn’t fallen asleep but had been driven into a berserk state by the interference of the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame!
—The Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame was notorious as the most difficult Extreme Flame to tame. Even after successful refinement, there was always the risk of backlash.
As she pondered, the out-of-control Yan Zhen swung the gold-silver greatsword with a mighty chop.
Sword qi transformed into waves of gold-and-silver flames, streaking straight toward Zi Xunyi.
“Not good!”
Zi Xunyi immediately summoned her Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame, forming a purple floral shield to block the onslaught of sword qi flames.
Boom!
The tremendous impact forced Zi Xunyi to retreat repeatedly.
“So strong!”
She was a Nether Realm divine soul, while Yan Zhen was merely at the Manifest Realm!
Even with the boost from the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame, it shouldn’t have been this overwhelming, right?
Yan Zhen gave her no time to think. He raised his empty left hand, and the fire, wind, and water symbols hovering in the sky like suns trembled. Under his control, they appeared around Zi Xunyi, from which red, green, and blue chains shot out, binding her tightly.
Zi Xunyi erupted with her Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame in an attempt to break free. However, gray-black Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame spread from the chains, neutralizing her purple flame’s power before continuing to burn away at her dress.
In moments, her dress was reduced to ashes, revealing a flawless, pristine body.
“Eh?”
Zi Xunyi froze, her pretty face visibly flushing red as panic surged within her. Her body thrashed violently.
Yet the more she struggled, the tighter the bindings grew.
What panicked Zi Xunyi even more was that Yan Zhen’s pitch-black eyes were fixed intently on her body, burning with intense predatory desire!
