Zi Xunyi suddenly remembered that she was merely a Divine Soul Incarnation. She hurriedly mobilized her Spiritual Power and condensed a brand-new purple dress around her flawless, ivory-smooth, curvaceous figure.
But it was too late. Yan Zhen had already been aroused.
At first, he had only instinctively repelled the uninvited guest invading his Sea of Consciousness. But now, everything had changed. Compared to battle, he craved conquest even more!
Carrying the Gold-Silver Sword Embryo and with the crimson-clad female Martial God on his back, Yan Zhen floated over to Zi Xunyi. He reached out with his free left hand to caress her cheek, as if verifying her beauty.
Zi Xunyi’s scalp prickled. She quickly spoke up.
“Yan Zhen, snap out of it! Don’t let the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame amplify the desires in your heart!”
Yan Zhen ignored her. His left hand slid slowly downward to her neck, where gray-black flames ignited at his fingertips.
Whoosh!
The flames swiftly burned through the dress she had just reformed, incinerating the fabric over her shoulders in an instant and exposing her smooth, lustrous fragrant shoulders and exquisite collarbones.
Her ordinary long dress had become a provocative tube top, the neckline revealing plump milk-white swells and a deep, enticing cleavage that drew the eye.
Yan Zhen’s breathing grew heavy.
Zi Xunyi’s cheeks flushed red. She hurriedly channeled her Spiritual Power to mend the burned section.
Yan Zhen frowned and slid his left hand lower, right to the center of her bosom, igniting her dress once more.
The gray-black flames burned a hole through the fabric over her chest. The hole widened rapidly, soon letting her bountiful breasts—round and full as jade rabbits—spill free.
“Ah!”
Zi Xunyi let out a sharp cry, equal parts shame and fear. She instinctively channeled her Spiritual Power to repair it, but before she could finish, Yan Zhen lunged forward and took one in his mouth.
“Mmph!”
Her breath hitched. Stunned, she widened her beautiful eyes and instinctively unleashed the Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame to shield herself.
But this Split Soul strand had lost contact with her main body and held only a fraction of the Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame’s power. It couldn’t breach the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame’s barrier to harm Yan Zhen. She could only endure as he violated her purity.
A tingling, pleasurable numbness spread from her chest—nothing new to her. Her mind quickly flashed back to that previous dream.
In the dream, she had been toyed with just like this by Yan Zhen, eventually succumbing to desire and begging him for more. Zi Xunyi could scarcely imagine herself turning into that wanton version of herself.
“…”
Her face flushed crimson. She pressed her lips tightly together and tilted her head skyward, refusing to look at Yan Zhen’s infuriating face or listen to the wet sounds he made. She focused entirely on enduring the strange sensual bliss, determined not to let any weak moan escape.
Only after a long while did Zi Xunyi feel him pause. She looked down and saw a flicker of confusion on his handsome face, as if wondering, Why isn’t there anything here? It was the very picture of childlike bewilderment.
Suddenly understanding, Zi Xunyi nearly fainted from shame. In a pleading tone, she said, “Yan Zhen! S-stop this! Wake up now, or I swear I won’t forgive you—mmph!”
Before she could finish, Yan Zhen sealed her lips with a kiss. Then she felt his hands ignite with Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame, swiftly reducing her dress to ashes.
As if afraid she’d reform it with Spiritual Power, the gray-black flames enveloped them both without harming her in the slightest—the control was exquisitely precise, leaving her utterly helpless.
Truth be told, Zi Xunyi would rather Yan Zhen burn this Divine Soul strand to nothing. A minor injury to her main body would be preferable to letting him—
She clamped her lips shut against his probing tongue, but Yan Zhen was an old hand at this. He soon had her mastered, savoring her sweet kiss at leisure.
This wasn’t the first time. Zi Xunyi’s thoughts drifted back to that “shared sensation dream.” He had kissed her just like this—domineering and fervent—while his hands roamed freely, taking every liberty.
Unknowingly, Zi Xunyi began to grow intoxicated. Like the her in the dream, she started responding to his passion.
Truth was, Zi Xunyi liked Yan Zhen. Though this fondness hadn’t yet blossomed into something uncontrollable, it was still fondness all the same—and fondness was fondness.
Their Divine Soul fluctuations harmonized perfectly, giving her a sense of fated romance.
Yan Zhen was both a Reincarnator and a Transmigrator, which piqued her intense curiosity.
She especially loved how he chatted about the world, her heart fluttering faintly whenever unfamiliar terms or novel insights spilled from his lips.
That was why she’d let him into her private pavilion for those secret nighttime rendezvous, even sharing her leftover snacks with him.
But proud as she was, she refused to admit her feelings—just like in her previous life. Only when parting loomed did the sharp pang of reluctance reveal how deeply she’d fallen, beyond all hope of escape.
Now, facing Yan Zhen’s aggressive advances, Zi Xunyi gradually let down her defenses and submitted.
Of course, she’d already prepared her excuse.
He’s my future husband, after all. Intimacy was inevitable sooner or later. And this is just a Split Soul strand—what happens here won’t affect my true body. Think of it as practice to save Ling’er.
But Yan Zhen’s demands went beyond mere kisses and caresses.
With a shift of his will, the chains of fire, wind, and water released her legs and bound her hands tightly instead.
Her legs gained no freedom, however. They fell into Yan Zhen’s grasp, draped over his arm.
At the critical moment, Zi Xunyi panicked again.
“W-wait, Yan Zhen. On second thought, no.”
Yan Zhen wasn’t listening. He’d endured long enough.
The seal broke.
He charged into the fray.
And struck!
…
In the outside world, within Zi Xunyi’s boudoir, Yan Zhen lay quietly on the bed. Zi Xunyi abruptly opened her eyes, her face pale, forehead slick with sweat, gasping for breath in heavy bursts.
Seeing this, Long Ying grew anxious. “What’s wrong, Sister Xunyi?”
Zi Xunyi frowned lightly. “My Divine Soul strand lost contact after entering Yan Zhen’s Sea of Consciousness. Something’s seriously off with him.”
“What do we do?” Long Ying fretted. She was only good at fighting and eating. “Will Zhen Zhen be okay?”
“His injuries have stabilized. The palm force inside him has been neutralized by the Three Extreme Flames—he’s no longer in mortal danger. But…” Zi Xunyi’s tone sharpened. “The Three Extreme Flames are unstable and could erupt at any moment, driving him into Qi Deviation. We must help suppress them… I’ll try entering his Sea of Consciousness again to see what’s happening.”
With that, Zi Xunyi swallowed a pill, rested briefly, then split off another strand of her Divine Soul. It dove into Yan Zhen’s brow and headed for his Sea of Consciousness.
She stopped short soon after.
The Sea of Consciousness, which she had entered just before, was now completely sealed.
Zi Xunyi had anticipated this. She cast a secret art to tear open a rift and slip inside.
The moment she entered, she sensed her other Split Soul strand. She immediately used a secret technique to retrieve it.
As the strand returned to her main body, she received all its sensations and memories, learning exactly what had transpired.
A streak of purple light flew back from the distance, merging into Zi Xunyi’s new strand.
In an instant, her beautiful eyes widened. Then her delicate frame shuddered violently.
