There were three types of avatars external to the body. The first was the Divine Soul Incarnation, formed purely from spiritual power. The second was the Mystic Force Incarnation, primarily powered by mystic power with the divine soul as auxiliary. The third was the Second True Body—or secondary body—which fused essence, qi, and spirit into one. For instance, Jiu Youyue was the Evil Consort’s secondary body.
When a detached avatar rejoined its main body, the host absorbed every experience the avatar had undergone—pleasure and pain alike. It was akin to reliving the avatar’s entire life in an instant.
Those at lower realms would strip away unnecessary sensations from their avatars, such as pain.
High-realm powerhouses, on the other hand, could selectively absorb useful intelligence while discarding worthless memories.
Zi Xunyi clearly could not yet manage that feat.
After reclaiming her old split soul, the new one could not withstand the memories of being whipped. Accompanied by a seductive moan, it too dissolved into a beam of purple light and shot straight back to her main body in the outside world.
Out there, Zi Xunyi—who sat at the bedside—suddenly snapped her eyes open. Her amethyst-like beautiful eyes brimmed with panic.
Those two split souls were now tainted. She could not allow them to return to her body, or else she herself would…
Yet discarding two split souls at once would deal a significant blow to any soul cultivator. All her recent cultivation would have been for naught.
In her hesitation, the purple light had already burrowed out from Yan Zhen’s brow and unhesitatingly plunged into Zi Xunyi’s body.
In that instant, Zi Xunyi experienced the memories of her two split souls—or more precisely, just those of the old one.
What a scene it was—
In simple terms, it was like watching a homemade sex tape she herself starred in. A veteran breaking in a wide-eyed novice, no less.
And the male lead? Her future husband, Yan Zhen, who now lay comatose beside her.
“Ah!”
Zi Xunyi, still seated at the bedside, let out a sharp scream. The carnal pleasures from those memories slowly seeped into her delicate frame.
It started with her chest, where the intense sucking and biting sensations made her throw her head back and arch her bosom, her eyes growing misty. Next came her core, a deep-rooted bliss that elicited an even louder moan; her thighs clamped together, her ten toes curling tightly. Then her throat felt clogged, triggering a wave of nausea. Finally, her rear seemed to split apart, propelling her to bounce off the bed as her jade hand flew back to shield it…
Long Ying stared in bewilderment at Zi Xunyi’s “performance.” Her cries sounded so agonized, as if in torment, yet her expression suggested pure ecstasy. Long Ying was utterly baffled.
“Sister Xunyi, are you all right?”
Zi Xunyi slumped weakly back onto the bed, her flushed body collapsing softly against Yan Zhen’s chest. Her chin rested on his arm, her tender lips exhaling hot, musky breaths that carried the scent of orchids and musk.
A wet, sticky sensation emanated from beneath her skirt. Mortified beyond endurance, Zi Xunyi heard Long Ying’s voice and flushed even deeper—until her embarrassment boiled over into fury.
This idiot Yan Zhen! He couldn’t even control his own Extreme Flame, letting that Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame amplify the desires in his heart. For him to do such things to her… it was just… Aaaahhh!!!
In a frenzy, Zi Xunyi balled up her little fists, ready to pound him hard. But remembering his injuries, she held back, her motion turning coquettish instead.
“Sister Xunyi?”
Pulling herself together, Zi Xunyi panted as she replied,
“I’m fine, Little Long Ying. Don’t worry.”
Long Ying blinked her sparkling big eyes. In her innocence, she assumed Sister Xunyi had merely collapsed from treatment fatigue. Relieved, she nodded.
“What about Yan Zhen Zhen, then?”
“Yan Zhen… he’s out of immediate danger. He should wake up tomorrow.”
“Phew, that’s great!” Long Ying sighed in relief. She then dragged over a stool nearly as tall as she was and placed it by the bed before climbing on. “Tonight, I shall stay here and watch over Yan Zhen Zhen.”
Zi Xunyi climbed off Yan Zhen and tucked him in properly. She then straightened her disheveled nightclothes and hair.
“Then I’ll leave Yan Zhen in your care for a bit, Little Long Ying. I’m going to take a bath.”
Long Ying nodded enthusiastically, propping her hands on the stool’s surface. Her little legs, too short to reach the floor, swung gently. It was clear her mood had brightened.
Zi Xunyi smiled faintly, rose to fetch a fresh set of nightclothes from the wardrobe, then headed to the bathing chamber. She filled the tub with water, heated it to a perfect temperature with her mystic power, and sprinkled in some Drip Dew before stripping bare and stepping in.
A young man still slept in the room, yet she felt no aversion. She bathed as naturally as ever.
Soaking in the hot water, Zi Xunyi gently caressed her skin, her mind inevitably replaying that “experience.”
The images were too shocking to shake off.
Her previous erotic dream had been outrageous enough, but this blunder was even worse. The encounter had been brief, yet filled with endless variety, leaving her feeling soiled from head to toe.
The key was… her body had truly reveled in it.
In his embrace, every inch of her skin burned with heat, every breath tasted sweet. She would have gladly died for it.
Would she and he do such things often in the future? How else could Yan Zhen be so skilled, knowing all those techniques?
With the need to save her daughter in mind, Zi Xunyi suddenly found the idea far less unacceptable.
Her only concern was her clan’s reaction.
She would eventually return to inherit the God Maiden position of the Heavenly God Clan. Going back big with child would shame the entire clan.
But Ling’er could wait no longer.
Unless, after conceiving, she slowed the fetus’s growth—carrying it for three or five years.
Once she held enough sway in the clan and Yan Zhen had grown strong enough, they could reveal it. Otherwise, both the child and Yan Zhen risked elimination by the clan’s radicals.
After he recovered, she would find the right moment and give it a try… She was already trapped in his grasp, after all—teased and humiliated by him this way or that, every time.
Zi Xunyi bit her lip lightly, her cheeks blooming with shy crimson. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
After her bath, Zi Xunyi donned clean nightclothes and emerged. She walked to the bedside.
“I’ll go meditate outside. Little Long Ying, if you get sleepy, just share the bed with Yan Zhen. There’s plenty of room.”
Long Ying blushed at the suggestion, recalling how in her previous life, she had always shared a bed with Yan Zhen—and often drooled on his arm.
“I-I understand, Sister Xunyi. Go cultivate. I can take care of Yan Zhen Zhen.”
“Mm, I’m counting on you~”
Zi Xunyi smiled and patted the Loli Dragon Girl’s little head. She glanced at Yan Zhen, saw his breathing was steady, then went out to the balcony. Facing the vast sea of clouds, she sat in meditation to regulate her breath.
Long Ying cupped her cheeks, elbows on her knees, quietly gazing at Yan Zhen’s sleeping face.
The night passed uneventfully.
At dawn, Zi Xunyi ended her cultivation and returned to the room. She found Long Ying asleep sitting up, a trail of drool at the corner of her mouth and a tiny bubble from her nostril. She slumbered sweetly.
With a soft chuckle, Zi Xunyi scooped up the petite Long Ying and gently placed her beside Yan Zhen.
As she finished, a beeping sounded in the room—Yan Zhen’s messaging talisman.
His clothes had burned away, so the talisman had fallen out, one corner charred.
After a brief hesitation, Zi Xunyi picked it up and checked. It displayed a message from 【Wenqing Fiancée】.
“Yan Zhen, time to get up! I’m almost downstairs.”
