Splash!
Yan Zhen, stripped to the waist, dove headfirst into the lake, kicking up a massive spray of water that sent the nearby fish scattering in all directions.
It was quite some time before he resurfaced, scrubbing his face vigorously with both hands as he turned his gaze toward the tree cave.
A fresh restraint seal had been laid over the cave mouth, resembling a shimmering curtain of water that obscured the view from outside. No one could make out the scene within, for Yu Shizun was bathing.
She stood at the edge of the round stone disk, her back to the entrance. First, she slipped off the law robe and silken shawl that marked her supreme status. Then, with a gentle tug, she undid the butterfly knot at her waist and slowly shed her blue-and-white dress. Silken shoulders, a smooth pink back, and pert jade-like buttocks came into view. Finally, she removed her hairpin, and hair as black as spilled ink tumbled down like a waterfall, its swaying tips artfully veiling the cleft of her rear.
In that instant, the dim interior of the tree cave seemed to brighten, evoking the true meaning of radiant and captivating beauty.
Yu Shizun had not removed the white veil covering her face. Bare and peerlessly graceful, she lifted a delicate lotus foot and stepped into the crystal-clear lake waters. Yet she did not sink beneath the surface; instead, she glided across it, ripples spreading outward with every step.
She paused, raising her hands as if beckoning to invisible water spirits. At once, the lake beneath her feet came alive. It gathered into slender streams the width of arms, swirling joyfully around her exquisite body—like flawless jade carved by the gods—washing away every trace of grime.
After a long moment, the streams returned to the lake on their own, leaving only a few stray droplets clinging to the supreme beauty’s flawless alabaster skin.
As Yu Shizun circulated her mystic power, the droplets leaped away like dancing pearls, splashing back into the water.
She turned around then, revealing her front in all its breathtaking glory—a vision a hundred times more alluring than her back.
Her full breasts quivered enticingly, her waist was slender as a willow branch, her abdomen flat and pristine. Below, the mysterious triangle flickered in and out of view amid the water’s reflections.
Returning to the stone disk, Yu Shizun crooked a jade finger. Her dress and law robe floated back to her, donning themselves neatly. She was about to dispel the restraint seal and call Yan Zhen in when she remembered he might not be finished bathing. With a thought, she glided to the cave mouth and peered out.
There he was, Yan Zhen, lounging in water that came up just to his hips, clad only in his beloved long-trunked little elephant boxer shorts. He clutched a towel, scrubbing his back with relish. Thanks to the restraint seal at the cave mouth, he had no inkling that Yu Shizun was watching him intently—peeking, rather.
After all, in Yan Zhen’s mind, the seal was there to stop him from peeking, not to let her observe him unseen.
Once he had washed front and back thoroughly, Yan Zhen draped the towel over his shoulder and glanced toward the tree cave entrance. Seeing the seal still in place, he figured Yu Shizun wasn’t done yet and couldn’t enter for the moment. So he shucked off his boxer shorts and began washing his privates and rear.
At the cave mouth, Yu Shizun—hidden behind the seal—found her eyes widening involuntarily, as if straining for a better look.
It had to be said that Yan Zhen’s physique was impressive. Every part of him showed defined muscular contours, with pronounced mermaid lines. He was on the lean side overall, but of the wiry, athletic build.
Notably, having just risen from bed, his vital energies were surging—a proud erection pointing skyward. Even the evil dragon mark had manifested.
Yu Shizun’s attention locked instantly onto that simple, sketch-like evil dragon mark. Her eyes widened slightly, as if trying to make it out more clearly.
Vague memories surfaced of past mishaps where she had accidentally glimpsed this particular peculiarity of his. Could it be the draconic power latent in the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame? If so, he could handle any number of wives and concubines without issue.
An image flashed through her mind: Xuan’er, tormented to the brink of ecstasy by him. Yu Shizun’s thoughts grew disordered. She quickly turned away, ceasing her peeking—er, discreet observation.
The restraint seal at the tree cave mouth slowly dissipated, and Yu Shizun’s voice floated out.
“You may enter now, Yan Zhen.”
Yan Zhen, who had just finished washing his privates and rear and was scrubbing his boxer shorts, yanked them back on at once. He clambered out of the water, shook off the moisture from his body, and fumbled into his clothes in a flurry before padding barefoot into the tree cave with quick, slapping steps.
Yu Shizun watched quietly as Yan Zhen hurried up to her. Fresh from his bath, the handsome youth’s hair and clothes were still a bit disheveled, but his eyes shone as brightly as ever, brimming with vibrant energy.
“No need to rush. Tidy yourself first.”
With that, a pair of jade hands untied his belt, smoothed the wrinkles from his collar, retied it neatly, and combed down his tousled hair.
Yan Zhen felt a touch of bashfulness. Standing straight, he thanked her politely. Yu Shizun was surprisingly good at caretaking—the Yu Family women were so well-raised. Well, except for that spoiled little aunt.
Strangely, he could have sworn Yu Shizun smelled even more fragrant than usual after her bath.
“Yu Shizun, what is the second stage of training?”
Yu Shizun composed herself.
“Do you know how rain forms in the sky?”
Yan Zhen paused.
This was middle school basics: water vapor rising to condense into tiny droplets, gathering into clouds, droplets colliding and merging into larger ones until gravity overcame air resistance, sending them plummeting as rainfall.
But in a mystic world, it might differ—perhaps tied to water attributes? So Yan Zhen shook his head, feigning ignorance.
“I don’t know. Please enlighten me, Yu Shizun.”
Rather than answer, Yu Shizun turned and looked upward.
“Come with me.”
With a light tap of her toe, she rose slowly into the air, her robes billowing, shawl fluttering like an immortal ascending to the heavens.
Yan Zhen hurriedly unleashed the Starry Sky Dance to catch up.
“Where are we going?”
“To show you how rain forms.”
“?”
Puzzled, Yan Zhen followed Yu Shizun straight upward to the treetop canopy. There, a vast sea of clouds stretched out, offering a bird’s-eye view of all of Rain God Peak—even the disciple peaks and Elder Peak rising on either side were crystal clear.
Yu Shizun gestured.
“Look closely, Yan Zhen. Do you see it?”
Yan Zhen blinked, sweeping his gaze over Rain God Peak. To his astonishment, the entire Inverted Peak was enveloped in a Mystic heaven and earth great momentum. The rain—or rather, mystic power flows—upon the peak were all under its dominion.
Indeed, this was the grand momentum of Rain God Peak mentioned in the script. In his previous life, Yan Zhen had harnessed exactly this force to successfully draw rain talismans!
“What magnificent heaven and earth great momentum. Did you set it up, Yu Shizun?”
Yu Shizun nodded.
“Now look again. See how the rain on the peak normally forms.”
Yan Zhen focused intently once more and soon spotted something familiar.
Beyond water Mystic force, there were water spiritual rhymes.
Water Mystic force intertwined with water spiritual rhymes, giving birth to the misty haze of rain intent.
The rain on Rain God Peak was no ordinary physical precipitation. It was rain intent—immensely beneficial for mystic cultivators who trained in water Mystic force.
“I see…”
Yu Shizun was well pleased that he had grasped the key so quickly.
“The second stage of training is for you to draw on the spiritual rhymes you refined earlier and forge your own patch of rain intent. Succeed, and you should be able to draw the rain talismans you desire.”
