The two array formations, one large and one small, both served Yan Zhen. The larger one created a yang-attributed environment, allowing him to better unleash his mystic power while suppressing Dean Little Aunt’s strength. The smaller one gathered the abundant energy from White Jade Spring and channeled it to him through Mentor Aunt.
As the arrays activated, the dual cultivation began. Crimson flames like fresh blood erupted from Yan Zhen’s body, instantly spiking the surrounding temperature. The spring water bubbled and boiled furiously.
The Hottest Extreme Flame—the Great Crimson Heaven Flame!
This wasn’t the first time Dean Yu Qing and Grand Mentor Shui Bailan had seen it, but it was the first time they’d been so close to it. Sensing the astonishing heat, they didn’t dare slack off and promptly circulated their mystic power to protect themselves.
Where Dean Little Aunt’s palms pressed against Yan Zhen’s, Water Mystic Force and Great Crimson Heaven Flame stood in stark contrast—one blue, one red, clearly divided.
With their coordination, the Water Mystic Force entered Yan Zhen’s body, smoothly enveloping the Great Crimson Heaven Flame. It then followed the Great Circulatory Cycle, flowing back into Dean Little Aunt’s body.
Dean Yu Qing cautiously released her control over her mystic power, allowing the Great Crimson Heaven Flame to course through her meridians.
Even though her meridians were lined with a “membrane” of Water Mystic Force, the intense heat radiating from the Great Crimson Heaven Flame still made her grunt in pain. The flush on her face rapidly drained away.
She gritted her teeth in secret, driving the Great Crimson Heaven Flame through her meridians until that tiny wisp of flame entered her dantian.
A warm, toasty sensation immediately bloomed in her lower abdomen, as if some switch had been flipped. Suddenly, her mind flooded with lascivious thoughts.
She hurriedly suppressed the stray notions and focused on refining the Great Crimson Heaven Flame that Yan Zhen had released into her.
Each time a strand of the flame entered her dantian, that warm feeling intensified, gradually turning improper. It felt just like a lover’s hot hand gently caressing her lower belly.
Time slipped by unnoticed. A blush crept back onto Dean Little Aunt’s lovely face. Her breathing grew heavy, and fragrant sweat beaded on her forehead.
…
Ever since advancing to Mystic Ancestor, Dean Yu Qing’s body turned ice-cold every night, so chilly she couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t help imagining a blazing-hot embrace holding her tight, warming her, tangling with her—which often led to some self-relief.
But that wasn’t even the most shameful part. Lately, the hazy figure in her fantasies had grown clearer and clearer.
“He” was a youthful boy, a bit shorter than her, with a lean, muscular build and fair skin—much like Yan Zhen.
“He” had a handsome face, boyish and not overly masculine, yet not effeminate either: perfectly clean-cut and refined—just like Yan Zhen.
“He” had bright eyes, as if flames burned in his pupils, and when he smiled, his eyes curved into charming crescents—just like Yan Zhen.
“He” was somewhat shy, often blushing, and when he did, he’d scratch his cheek with his index finger—just like Yan Zhen.
“He” could be mature at times, sweeping her into his arms for fierce loving, letting her feel a real man’s prowess; other times, he’d be childish, pouncing into her embrace to act spoiled, demanding hugs and… well, that part she wasn’t sure about with Yan—
But Dean Yu Qing refused to admit it was Yan Zhen. At most, “he” just bore a “slight” resemblance.
As Outer Court Dean, third-in-command of the Yu Family, and a terrifying Mystic Ancestor powerhouse, how could she fantasize about fooling around with a puny Six-Star Mystic Master weakling? With that pretty boy face of his? Ridiculous!
Completely justified.
Right now, Dean Little Aunt once again fell victim to her surging desires. As usual, she conjured up that “him” in her mind.
“He” was right there in front of her, palms pressed to hers, wearing nothing but those oddly patterned Long-Trunked Little Elephant Boxer Shorts. His toned upper body and enticing six-pack abs were on full display.
They were supposed to be cultivating in the water, but “he” deliberately showed off his body, seducing her with his beauty and making her so unbearably aroused. Surely it was fine to pull him into her arms and ravish him?
With that thought, the burning heat in her lower abdomen eased. Their four palms parted, and “his” familiar, pleasant voice drifted into her ear:
“Little Aunt, how are you feeling? Any better? Little Aunt?”
Yan Zhen, who had stopped the dual cultivation, waved his hand in front of Dean Little Aunt.
But she suddenly snapped her eyes open, her gaze brimming with throbbing lust that turned her pupils heart-shaped. Then she seized his wrist and yanked him over, burying his face straight into the deep valley of her heaving bosom.
“You’re being naughty, Little A Zhen. Auntie has to punish you now.”
Her voice purred like a cat in heat.
Indeed, in Dean Yu Qing’s fantasies, her relationship with “him” was both aunt and nephew, and forbidden lovers—a taboo romance shunned by the world.
Yan Zhen froze, then slowly formed a question mark in his mind.
He wasn’t the only one baffled. The other four women present were stunned too. Grand Mentor Shui Bailan, closest by, asked with concern:
“Yu Qing, are you alright?”
But Dean Yu Qing didn’t even glance at her best friend. Her eyes were fixed on Yan Zhen. Amid the shocked stares around her, she lowered her head and kissed him, even thrusting out her pink tongue in a clumsy yet aggressive assault.
Yan Zhen: “???”
The other four women: “!!!”
After a slurping smooch that sucked every flavor from Yan Zhen’s mouth clean, Dean Little Aunt licked her lips savoringly and smiled seductively:
“Little A Zhen’s taste is even sweeter than before. Let Auntie have another bite, okay?”
—Holy crap!
Yan Zhen finally snapped out of it. Like he’d seen a ghost, he shoved Dean Little Aunt away and shrank back into Mentor Aunt’s embrace behind him, wrapping his arms around her neck.
For the first time, Yan Zhen was truly terrified of this seemingly menopausal, hot-tempered little aunt. Had she suffered Qi Deviation? Or been possessed by that Demoness?
“Little A Zhen, don’t go~”
Dean Yu Qing reached for him, but Shui Bailan, holding the frightened young man, shouted loudly:
“Quick, stop Yu Qing!”
Mentor Yu Xuan, nearest and suffering the most from this bullheaded display, rushed to intercept her own little aunt. But a shake of mystic power sent her flying back.
Family Head Yu Lu and Elder Yu Yan appeared right behind their sister, grabbing her shoulders to restrain her.
“Yu Qing, what are you doing? Stop this instant!”
“Little Qing, calm down. Even if you like Little Yan Zhen that much, you can’t do something like this without Xuan’er’s permission~”
Dean Little Aunt struggled unhappily:
“Let go! I want my Little A Zhen, my little baby~”
Yu Family Head Mother-in-Law and Elder Great-Aunt exchanged a glance. They struck her palms against their sister’s front and back, their energies converging in her chest before surging straight to her head.
A sharp pain exploded in her skull. Dean Yu Qing instantly broke free of her desire’s grip and sobered up.
She blinked, looking at her two sisters beside her, then at Yan Zhen huddled in her best friend’s arms. Finally, she realized the colossal blunder she’d just committed.
Hot blood rushed to her face. A scalding red climbed visibly from her jade neck to her cheeks and earlobes, making her look like a boiled crab.
“Aaah—!”
Dean Little Aunt let out a piercing shriek. The sound wave shattered the hot spring’s barrier, exploding across the water’s surface. Then, hands clamped over her face, she shot upward and fled her scene of utter social death.
Yan Zhen: “…”
The other four women: “…”
