A Sixth-Order Physique corresponded to Body Refining Mid Accomplishment, Blood Qi Wolf Smoke stage.
A Sixth-Order Divine Soul was the Nether True Realm.
This was equivalent to the Mystic Lord Realm.
Yan Zhen’s divine soul had long since advanced to the fifth tier through repeated spiritual unions with Zi Xunyi. His physique had also nearly reached the fifth tier, spurred by Yi Xian’er’s baleful qi, and could break through at any moment.
His fifth-tier physique and divine soul could no longer keep pace with his cultivation. This was the perfect chance to elevate them both.
His beautiful master had considered everything for him.
“I’ll follow Master’s lead,” Yan Zhen said. He stored away the Rootless Earth Spirit Fire, reached into the water with both hands, and cupped his beautiful master’s rear. With pleading eyes, he added, “But let’s not talk about cultivation right now. I want to get intimate with Master.”
Feeling her precious disciple’s playful throbbing, Chen Xi let out a muffled hum. Her lovely face flushed deep red, and her eyes grew misty with desire as she murmured, “Truth be told… this master has been holding back for quite a while too.”
With that, she wrapped her arms around Yan Zhen’s neck and pressed her crimson lips to his.
The solemn dual cultivation came to an end. What followed was an hour of sweet, playful intimacy.
Boom!
Fire mystic power erupted, instantly evaporating the water in the pool. The sunken basin slowly rose up, transforming into a wide stone bed. Pillows, sheets, quilts, and a gauzy canopy soon appeared atop it.
The master and disciple remained locked together, inseparable, for a full hour before finally pausing.
Yan Zhen gently lowered his beautiful master’s trembling, jade-like legs and withdrew. He then sprawled lazily across her chest, nuzzling against her like a spoiled child. It felt so soft and warm, utterly comforting.
He could stay buried there forever.
“Master…”
Chen Xi lay sprawled on the bed like a starfish, her silver-white hair splayed out like a bolt of silk. Her body glistened with sweat, and her snowy skin glowed with an alluring pink hue.
Her face was flushed, her eyes half-lidded in a daze of bliss. Her stunning features seemed slightly unfocused, and from her moist lips came hot, ragged breaths. With each rise and fall of her breathing, her majestic bosom heaved dramatically.
It took a good while for Chen Xi to recover from her out-of-body ecstasy. When she saw her precious disciple acting coquettish toward her, she hurriedly cradled his head, her slender fingers tenderly stroking his hair.
“Good boy, such a good boy.”
Yan Zhen lifted his handsome face and said, “Master, I’m hungry.”
Chen Xi smiled indulgently. “You child, haven’t you had enough yet?”
“Not even close.”
“But this master doesn’t have that much to give…”
“Fine then… how about a kiss?”
Chen Xi propped herself up slightly and planted a kiss on his forehead. “There. Zhen’er, you’ve just had a breakthrough. You shouldn’t overexert yourself. Rest now—I’ll hold you while you sleep.”
Yan Zhen shook his head. “I’ll crush Master.”
With that, he rolled over to lie beside his beautiful master. He pulled the thin quilt over them both.
Chen Xi knew her disciple was being considerate of her. She rolled over to face him as well, embracing him once more—like he was her personal body pillow.
“Go to sleep now, Zhen’er.”
“Just one more kiss, and I’ll sleep~”
Hearing her disciple’s clear, innocent voice melted Chen Xi’s heart. She kissed his forehead again—once, twice, three times.
Yan Zhen flashed a cute smile, closed his eyes, and drifted off peacefully in his beautiful master’s arms.
Chen Xi was tired too. Holding her precious disciple close, she fully relaxed and soon fell asleep as well.
In the vast altar, the stone bed stood quietly. Beneath the covers, the master and disciple slumbered in each other’s embrace.
…
【Ding! Warm system reminder: Please don’t get lost in the lap of luxury, Host. Wake up quickly and start cultivating.】
A crisp ding echoed in his mind, followed by System-chan’s incessant nagging, repeating over and over like the Tang Monk. Yan Zhen half-expected it to burst into a lovesick ballad any second.
Helpless, Yan Zhen stirred from his cozy slumber. He opened his eyes to find the system panel plastered right in his face, startling him into shoving it aside.
“What is it, System-chan? I’m resting—stop harassing me.”
【Time to cultivate, Host! If you cultivate, the system will give you a big mwah~. If you don’t, the system will keep nagging you and only give a tiny mwah~.】
“Who wants a mwah from a bunch of code?! Besides, I just refined the Rootless Earth Spirit Fire. Right now, it’s not about cultivating—it’s about stabilizing my surging mystic power, getting used to it, and mastering it. Got it?”
【Ding! System alert: Three days have passed since Host fell asleep. The system judges that your body has fully rested and is ready for cultivation.】
Yan Zhen was surprised. He’d slept that long? No wonder his beautiful master wasn’t beside him.
As the thought crossed his mind, her figure gradually coalesced at the bedside. Her silver-white hair was simply pinned up, and she wore a black robe with wide sleeves. Her visage was peerlessly beautiful, her bearing ethereal as an immortal.
“What’s wrong, Zhen’er?” Chen Xi sat sideways on the bed’s edge and gently touched her disciple’s cheek. “Nightmare?”
Yan Zhen flicked his finger, dismissing the system interface, and shook his head. “Just feels like I slept forever.”
“You did, Zhen’er. Three whole days.”
“Weird. I didn’t feel that tired.”
“It’s probably from the mystic power surge. Your body’s adapting slowly—no need to worry.”
“That’s right.”
“Let’s wash up first. I’ve prepared everything for you.”
“Thanks, Master.”
Without a hint of shyness, Yan Zhen threw off the quilt and stepped naked from the bed.
Chen Xi’s cheeks tinted pink. She couldn’t help stealing a few extra glances at her precious disciple’s toned physique, her heart fluttering with shy joy at the memory of their fervent entanglement and his deep affection.
After a quick bath, Yan Zhen circulated his energy to dry off, then donned the disciple robes of Rain God Peak. He felt refreshed and invigorated.
With a wave of Chen Xi’s jade hand, the altar’s surface returned to pristine condition. The bed and pool vanished.
“How do you feel, Zhen’er?”
“No issues.”
“Then let this master test your skills—see if you’ve adapted to your new cultivation.”
“Sure!” Yan Zhen’s eyes lit up. “It’s been ages since we sparred. I remember when we started, Master taught me Tai Chi Shock…”
“Ahem!” Chen Xi cut her disciple off swiftly. “Zhen’er, chit-chat later. Let’s begin.”
Yan Zhen grew serious. He clenched his fists, and vast mystic power surged forth like molten lava!
Whoosh!
Yan Zhen vanished from his spot. When he reappeared, he was less than a foot from his beautiful master.
He threw a punch, and her figure shattered into scattered starlight.
Yan Zhen froze. He hadn’t even spotted the afterimage.
Just how fast was that?
“Up above!”
Yan Zhen leaped skyward with all his might. He gripped with one hand, summoning an ordinary Flame Sword, and slashed down.
The scorching sword qi streaked toward her, only for Chen Xi to block it effortlessly with a single finger. With a pinch, it dissipated.
Though Yan Zhen had become a Nine-Star Mystic King, it still felt like the old days in the Mystic Disciple Realm—being toyed with single-handedly by his beautiful master.
A Nine Turns Half-Saint, with memories from her past life as a Nine-Star Mystic Saint, was terrifying indeed!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The altar transformed into a martial platform. The master and disciple’s figures flickered in and out, clashing now and then. Each impact sent extreme flames billowing like fireworks, a dazzling sight.
An hour later, Yan Zhen lay splayed on the ground, gasping for breath.
“I… I can’t go on.”
