In the heart of the Fire Refining Starry Sky, atop the central altar, a protruding stone bed was covered with soft, comfortable bedding and draped with hazy, dreamlike bed curtains.
Inside the curtains, an unparalleled beauty with flowing white hair lay on her side, her head gently resting on a jade pillow. A thin sheet covered her precisely to her chest, concealing most of her alluring curves—along with the handsome youth sleeping peacefully in her arms.
Chen Xi extended her tender white hand and carefully caressed Yan Zhen’s cheek. She felt the steady, warm breath from his respiration brushing against her cleavage and couldn’t help recalling his obedient suckling. Waves of emotion stirred in her heart.
Under her patient guidance, Yan Zhen had advanced from complete immobility to following her every request. If they continued like this, she could fully capture his body and soul, making him truly like her in every sense.
Not merely as master and disciple—she craved far more of his affection. And so, she would do far more to bring him joy.
As these thoughts swirled in her mind, Chen Xi pressed her forehead to Yan Zhen’s. Her divine soul slipped into his dream, probing the primal desires buried deep within him.
Last time, “Mature Female Teacher’s Personal Guidance” had appeared in his dream, so she had faithfully recreated it.
This time, the idea of a slip dress and a stone bed massage had also come from Yan Zhen.
What would it be now?
She entered his dream smoothly. Then Chen Xi beheld a shocking scene.
Whips. Candles. A basement.
A queen and her youthful captive.
Chen Xi’s face flushed crimson in an instant. She watched the domineering queen swing her whip—thwack!—across the youth’s body. Her heart ached for him, even though he appeared utterly enraptured.
—No, no, this is utterly impossible. Next.
The scene shifted to a hospital room thick with the stench of alcohol. A youth, injured in a car accident and unable to move his hand, received full-body care from the attending doctor and her assistant nurse.
—This one’s manageable.
The issue was that she was only one person. Would she need to split off an avatar for help? It wouldn’t be difficult.
Chen Xi withdrew her mind to reality and gazed at Yan Zhen’s innocent sleeping face. She gently scraped his nose.
“Naughty Zhen’er. Your tastes are always so peculiar. Goodness knows where you pick up all these wild ideas—you’re always teasing your master like this.”
She pursed her lips into a smile.
“But who can blame your master for adoring you? Very well, I’ll indulge you~”
In his sleep, Yan Zhen smacked his lips and nuzzled deeper into her embrace.
…
When Yan Zhen awoke, he was still in bed—but not the stone bed on the altar. This was the wooden bed in his room.
Recalling his beautiful master’s seductive allure from the night before—and his own instinctive responses—his heart filled with unease.
—System, System! My persona didn’t collapse, did it?
【The Host’s reactions are normal physiological responses and do not violate the protagonist persona. You may rest assured.】
—That’s a relief.
Yan Zhen breathed a sigh and began reflecting.
His beautiful master had dual cultivated with him solely for his well-being. How could he selfishly revel in the pleasure?
Next time dual cultivation arose, he must approach it with piety and gratitude. He couldn’t let those G-cup divine breasts cloud his judgment.
Since it was still early, Yan Zhen completed his morning exercises before brushing his teeth and washing up. When he arrived at the dining hall, only Yan Meng’er was bustling about. Yan Ruyu, Mi Xue’er, and Mentor Yu Xuan had yet to appear.
Breakfast was already laid out on the table; Yan Meng’er was preparing their midday meal.
His cousin wore the academy uniform with an apron tied around her waist. Compared to her usual mischievous sparkle, she exuded a gentle homemaker charm.
Yan Zhen gazed at her back and called out a greeting.
Without turning, Yan Meng’er continued frying the meat patties.
“Morning, Cousin. Breakfast is ready—come sit and eat.”
“Where are the others?”
“Big Sis and Sister Xue’er must have slept together last night; they probably chatted too late. Mentor Yu Xuan has seemed exhausted lately too.”
“So they’re all sleeping in? That’s unusual.”
Yan Zhen took his usual seat, too impatient to wait, and dug in.
He was nearly finished when Yan Ruyu and Mi Xue’er arrived, yawning. Mentor Yu Xuan was the last to enter.
“Morning, Mentor.”
“M-morning.”
The moment Mentor Yu Xuan spotted Yan Zhen, her expression grew awkward, two faint red clouds blooming on her cheeks.
For tonight’s “Secret Teaching,” she had crammed through the night, devouring stacks of positions—er, knowledge. That was why she lacked rest.
Moreover, in her studies, she had cast Yan Zhen as her imaginary partner, fantasizing about him relentlessly. Seeing him now filled her with guilt.
Mentor Yu Xuan sat across from him and picked up her chopsticks, stealing glances his way. Was he like her—outwardly calm, inwardly burning with anticipation for the evening?
She had no idea that over the past three days, Yan Zhen had been absorbed in sketching the Fire Symbol, soothed by his beautiful master’s tender care. He had completely forgotten their “Secret Teaching” agreement.
Yan Zhen gulped down his cup of soy milk, exhaling a sweet milky scent, then announced:
“I might return late tonight, so don’t wait up for dinner.”
Mentor Yu Xuan’s heart skipped. Was he planning to dodge the three girls first, then slip into her room undetected?
He must have plotted this out already—seeming even more eager than she was~
The beautiful mentor’s lips curved in a subtle smile, her delight concealed.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen, heading to town?”
“Yeah, I need some rare herbs. I’ll check shop by shop.”
In the script, his beautiful master hadn’t used massage or dual cultivation to ease the aftermath of his divine soul pulsation. She’d relied on medicine from the outset.
Yan Zhen had braced for another deviation, but linking up now was acceptable.
…
At Mystic Academy, Yan Zhen prepared to pull out paper and pen for the Fire Symbol when he learned the morning session was Breathing Exercise Class in the Qi Condensation Dojo.
He suddenly remembered the upcoming show-off scene he needed to perform and followed Mi Xue’er and Yan Ruyu there.
The Qi Condensation Dojo was a vast classroom etched with a Mystic Gathering Array. The ambient mystic qi was denser than outside, though it paled compared to the one his beautiful master had inscribed for him.
Their instructor was the old mentor, who taught them to sync their breathing rhythm with the technique’s qi circulation, boosting their Qi Condensation efficiency.
【Ding! Key Plot Activation】
The familiar system chime signaled it was time for Yan Zhen’s true prowess.
He circulated the Emperor Flame Technique. With a single breath, the vast majority of the room’s mystic qi surged toward him, forming a conspicuous vortex that swirled endlessly around his form.
Yan Ruyu and Mi Xue’er at his side, along with nearby classmates, all reaped the benefits—their breathing rates surging. But those farther off absorbed not a trace, frustration mounting.
And this was Yan Zhen holding back.
An emperor-grade technique paired with a fully opened Mystic Gate was simply overpowering!
Even the unflappable old instructor stood stunned.
Students deprived of mystic qi roused one by one. They beheld the vortex centered on Yan Zhen and the markedly improved breathing efficiency nearby. Anger flared in some eyes, awe in others, admiration in more.
Soon, a crowd of classmates edged toward Yan Zhen—mostly girls who already harbored fancies for him. With such a perfect pretext, they jostled eagerly to press close.
