Upon hearing his beautiful master’s words, Yan Zhen was instantly aroused.
Because her cultivation was so Mystic, during their first dual cultivation session, he hadn’t taken her Primordial Yin. Instead, he had sealed it away with a secret technique.
This had left both of them feeling somewhat unfulfilled. Now, they could finally make up for that small regret.
Yan Zhen declared loudly, “Master, I’ll give it my all!”
Chen Xi’s cheeks flushed pink as she caressed her precious disciple’s face. “You silly boy, you don’t need to try so hard. Just be like you usually are. Otherwise, your master won’t be able to handle it.”
During their dual cultivation, to ensure Yan Zhen could focus entirely on refining the Extreme Flame, Chen Xi had always taken the lead, handling things with ease. But when it came to pure lovemaking, it was different. Yan Zhen would thrust wildly like a randy puppy. At first, it was manageable, but as his cultivation advanced, even she began struggling to keep up.
Yan Zhen had vaguely noticed this and always intended to be gentler with his beautiful master. But every time, he lost control.
It was all because she was too enticing—like an ancient fairy who had descended to the mortal world, or a exotic goddess manifested in the flesh. Her appearance, attire, personality, and aura were all flawless. No amount of intimacy ever felt like enough.
Her skin was as smooth and white as congealed cream, emanating a faint, alluring fragrance. Her glassy eyes brimmed with endless affection, gazing at him with the gentle warmth of a devoted wife or doting mother. It made him feel truly, deeply loved.
“Master~”
Yan Zhen wrapped his arms around her slender waist and buried his face in her ample bosom, nuzzling softly.
“Hee hee.”
Chen Xi sat facing him on his lap, her snow-white arms cradling his head as she stroked it tenderly.
After a long moment, she released him and slowly leaned back, lying supine on the bed. Her silver-white hair fanned out beneath her, making her look like a dreamlike beauty from a painting.
“Come here, Zhen’er. Your master is all yours.”
“Master!”
Yan Zhen pressed down on her, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
The master and disciple entwined closely, shifting positions repeatedly, but Yan Zhen always remained on top, in control.
For he was determined to conquer his beautiful master and draw out her Primordial Yin.
An hour later, their passion finally ebbed.
With one final deep release, Yan Zhen successfully absorbed her Primordial Yin. He immediately summoned the power of the Four Extreme Flames to refine it. The process was astonishingly swift, and his cultivation surged in response.
By the time he fully refined it, Yan Zhen had advanced from a Five-Star Mystic General to a Nine-Star Mystic General, with surplus Mystic Power still coursing through him. He was just one step away from Mystic King—communing with the Power of Heaven and Earth.
Even in their current joined state, he might have been able to borrow her power to make that breakthrough. But advancing too quickly would undermine the stability of his foundation, so Yan Zhen resisted the temptation and stopped just in time.
Feeling the overwhelming, barely controllable Mystic Power surging within him, Yan Zhen brimmed with heroic ambition. He opened his eyes to find his beautiful master lying on her side beside him, her head propped on one hand, watching him with eyes full of tender affection.
Yan Zhen said happily, “Master, I’m at Nine-Star now.”
Chen Xi asked softly, “Why not push straight into the Mystic King Realm?”
“The Mystic King, Mystic Lord, and Mystic Ancestor Realms are all tied to the Power of Heaven and Earth. I need to build a solid foundation first—I can’t rush it.”
“You’re right, Zhen’er. I’m glad you recognize that.”
“Heh heh, that’s all thanks to your guidance, Master.”
“You silly boy, always saying the sweetest things…”
Their gazes locked, and they shared a deep, affectionate kiss, conveying their heartfelt emotions before parting.
Fresh desire stirred in Yan Zhen’s heart. His eyes burned with heat as he gazed at his beautiful master’s stunning, immortal visage. “Master, I want to kiss you more.”
Chen Xi’s heart sweetened. She planted another kiss on her precious disciple’s lips, then said, “Let’s get up and wash off.”
“Help me wash, Master.”
“Alright, whatever you want.”
Yan Zhen blissfully shared a lovers’ bath with his beautiful master. He even feasted his fill in the pool before finally dressing, patting his belly with a satisfied, springtime glow on his face as he left the Fire Refining Starry Sky.
He had already been inside for four days. Staying longer would worry Cai Lian and the others.
With a shift in his vision, Yan Zhen appeared in the room on the third floor. Cai Lian, who had been meditating on the bed, sensed his arrival and slowly opened her blood-red vertical pupils. Seeing him, she said joyfully, “Husband?”
That word made Yan Zhen’s heart soar with joy. He grinned mischievously and sidled over, wrapping his arms around his Cai Lian wife’s serpentine waist.
“I succeeded, Cai Lian.”
Cai Lian’s cheeks turned rosy. Realizing she had slipped, she quickly schooled her expression into cool detachment. “Good. Mm? Nine-Star Mystic General? How did you advance so much?”
Sensing his aura, Cai Lian was quite surprised.
The Wind-Thunder Crystal Fire and Great Crimson Heaven Flame were on the same level. Logically, it should have boosted him to Four- or Five-Star at most. Leaping straight to Nine-Star seemed excessive.
Yan Zhen replied guiltily, “I’d been stuck at a bottleneck for so long, building up a deep foundation. When I refined the Extreme Flame, it all burst out at once, so the advancement was huge this time.”
Cai Lian nodded thoughtfully. Then she recalled how her husband had gone berserk earlier and unconsciously ravished Chen Xi without meaning to. Her heart tightened, and she asked cautiously, “Nothing unexpected happened, right?”
Yan Zhen shook his head. “Nope. Master protected me the whole time—everything went smoothly.”
Cai Lian breathed a sigh of relief. Then her nose twitched, catching a familiar scent.
It was the fragrance from Chen Xi’s body, mingled with a unique milky aroma.
Cai Lian gave her husband an odd look. She knew they had been together as master and disciple, so picking up each other’s scents was inevitable. Still, it left a sour taste in her mouth, especially after what had happened before.
If her husband learned the truth, with his personality, he would surely propose to Chen Xi, wouldn’t he?
Just like in their previous life, with him and her.
“…”
“What’s wrong, Cai Lian? You seem distracted.”
“N-Nothing.”
“Do we still have any Fetal Stability Pills? I can refine some more for you.”
“Mm.”
“How’s Yan’er been lately?”
“Hmph, naturally, she’s been obediently cultivating.”
There was a hint of pride in his wife’s tone. Yan Zhen smiled wryly to himself, thinking that once Yan’er was born, he, as her Father Emperor, would spoil her extra.
“In that case, shall we—”
Cai Lian immediately went on alert. “You just broke through—your Mystic Power is still unstable. You should consolidate it first. Don’t always be thinking about that.”
Yan Zhen blinked in surprise. “I meant, since you’re feeling fine now, should we go out for a stroll?”
Eh? Cai Lian’s face instantly turned beet red.
“You—you didn’t make yourself clear!”
Yan Zhen blinked. “You jumped the gun, Cai Lian.”
The Sovereign Lady turned away in shy annoyance.
Yan Zhen gently turned her face back toward him and kissed her deeply, pouring his affection into it.
Cai Lian immediately responded with sweet compliance.
When their lips parted, Yan Zhen held his snake wife close and murmured tenderly, “Sorry for worrying you, Cai Lian. Once I stabilize my Mystic Power, I’ll take good care of you, alright?”
The Sovereign Lady nestled in her husband’s arms and huffed arrogantly twice.
“Who needs your ‘care,’ you pervert.”
