The suite’s two bedrooms each had a small bathing area separated off, equipped with water facilities and a wooden tub. However, Yi Xian’er said she didn’t want to use outsiders’ things, so she hauled the tub out. Then she pulled a flat, package-like object from her storage ring.
Yi Xian’er slowly unfolded the folded “package,” spreading it out on the floor to reveal a super-sized “pancake” painted with several talisman patterns. She found the nozzle on the surface and, like a baby nursing, gently bit down on it, puffing out her cheeks as she blew air inside. The sight was utterly adorable.
Cai Lian frowned, finding it strangely familiar. She couldn’t help asking, “What is this?”
Yi Xian’er didn’t answer and kept blowing. The thing quickly began to inflate.
Yan Zhen recognized it at a glance. “Isn’t this an inflatable pool?”
“An inflatable pool?”
Judging from the name and Yi Xian’er’s actions, Cai Lian quickly recalled something similar. Her husband from his previous life had fiddled with one—it was an “inflatable float bed,” meant for lounging on the water’s surface.
Yan Zhen had carved out a secret realm inside the Radiant Heavenly Emperor Palace, turning it into a water park. One of the attractions was a winding aerial river that looped around the entire park.
You’d set the float bed on the water and drift along with the current. It was incredibly relaxing—she and Zi Xunyi had even served Yan Zhen together atop one such bed.
This was an “after-story” not mentioned in the script, of course, and Yan Zhen had no idea. He asked again, “Xian’er, where did you get this thing?”
With the nozzle still in her mouth, Yi Xian’er mumbled indistinctly, “I made it.”
Ah, so cute~
No, no. Yan Zhen grew serious. “Why would you think to make something like this?”
It was pure genius.
Yi Xian’er finally released the nozzle and caught her breath. “Have you forgotten? Back in the Demonic Dragon Mountain Range, bathing was such a hassle. I wondered if there was a portable tub you could carry anywhere, so I made this. It’s super convenient.”
In truth, the idea had come from Yan Zhen, but she couldn’t tell him that.
Yan Zhen wanted to ask more, but Yi Xian’er wheedled playfully, “Blowing it up is tiring. Yan Zhen, your turn.”
She handed the nozzle over to him.
Yan Zhen set his questions aside for now, squatted down to take over, bit the nozzle, and puffed his cheeks to blow.
Yi Xian’er knelt beside him, gazing at him tenderly.
Cai Lian’s expression darkened slightly. This Killing Woman—a Mystic Ancestor expert no less—claimed she was tired after a few breaths? She was clearly playing weak. And worse, the nozzle was covered in her saliva. This wasn’t just feigned frailty; it was a deliberate provocation, forcing an indirect kiss!
Some habits die hard. She was as arrogant and domineering as ever from their previous life!
The Female Monarch was deeply displeased. Her mind raced, plotting a counterattack.
With each breath from Yan Zhen, the inflatable pool swelled bit by bit. In no time, it was fully formed, so he stopped and sealed it with the talisman plug.
The blue, circular pool was about ten feet across, with walls as high as Yan Zhen’s thighs. Accounting for the bottom’s thickness, sitting inside would just cover everything below the neck.
It was clear the craftsmanship was a bit rough—the surface talisman patterns only maintained its shape. If it were him, he’d add more patterns: infuse them with mystic power to auto-inflate, fill with water, heat or cool it to a perfect temperature, and so on.
Not bad. When he had time, he’d make one to share with his beautiful master. They always used stone pools for baths; a change of pace would be fun~
“Xian’er, is this good?”
“Perfect. Now add water.”
“I’ll do it.”
Yan Zhen directly drew a Water Symbol.
He had already mastered four of the Nine Talismans from the Ancestral Symbol Scripture: Fire, Wind, Water, and Thunder. The Thunder Symbol was still a bit tricky, but he’d gotten the Water Symbol down pat.
Using his finger as a brush and spiritual power as ink, a blue Water Symbol soon formed in the air. Water gushed out from it, filling the pool in moments.
Yan Zhen waved his hand to disperse the symbol. A flicker of Gold-Silver Fire danced from his fingertip into the water.
Steam visibly rose from the cool spring water, turning it into scalding hot bathwater.
Next, Yan Zhen retrieved the Body Refining Liquid from his storage ring and poured it in. The clear pool water instantly turned red.
He swished his hand through the reddish, translucent water, stood, and nodded in satisfaction. “Should be good now.”
Cai Lian’s blood-red slit pupils stared resentfully at her husband. Was this little scoundrel really looking forward to it that much? Hmph!
Yi Xian’er gestured for Yan Zhen to turn around. “Hold out your arms. I’ll help you undress.”
Yan Zhen started to comply but suddenly remembered his pregnant wife was still by the door. He glanced her way, as if seeking permission.
Cai Lian strode over on her long legs and said coldly, “Step aside, Thousand Fiends. My husband doesn’t need your service.”
Yi Xian’er didn’t bother arguing with her. After all, the main event was hers soon enough.
“You take the top, I’ll do the bottom.”
With that, she squatted in front of Yan Zhen and reached for his belt.
Cai Lian felt like she’d punched cotton—frustrated and stifled. This Killing Woman was clearly taking advantage of him under the guise of cultivation help, yet now she looked like the unreasonable one.
Suppressing her anger, Cai Lian circled behind Yan Zhen and deftly stripped off his upper clothes.
In this “tacit teamwork,” Yan Zhen was soon down to just his gray Long-Trunked Little Elephant Boxer Shorts.
Yi Xian’er eyed the little elephant pattern right in front of her—blue skin, chubby body, dopey smile. It was adorable, a testament to her man’s childlike whimsy.
In his previous life, Yan Zhen had been through so much, evolving from a clueless boy into a towering hero. Yet his love for Long-Trunked Little Elephant Boxer Shorts never wavered.
Yi Xian’er smiled to herself and boldly reached out to touch it, making Yan Zhen’s body tense up.
Cai Lian glanced down and scowled. “Thousand Fiends, keep your paws off him!”
Yi Xian’er withdrew her hand and said coolly, “What’s wrong with touching something cute? You’re too stingy, Myriad Snake.”
Yan Zhen blinked, tossed out “I’m getting in first” to cut off their bickering, and hopped into the inflatable pool with a splash.
Yi Xian’er had no time to waste on the Snake Woman. Better to enjoy her treat properly—helping Yan Zhen cultivate was priority.
“I’m undressing now, Myriad Snake. Look away.”
Cai Lian sneered. “Sorry, I don’t trust you. I have to watch you two every second.”
Yi Xian’er frowned. Baring herself in front of her arch-nemesis felt unsafe.
With a huff, she untied her sash, letting her dark dress pool at her feet. Her tube top and intimate pants followed.
One hand over her ample chest, the other shielding her privates, her pale hair with its faint gray streaks cascading down, Yi Xian’er stepped into the pool and sat behind Yan Zhen.
