“The path of procreation lies in the essence of the kidneys. Only when kidney energy is abundant and yin and yang unite can offspring be conceived.”
Yan Zhen held Big Aunt Yu Yan from behind, reciting the verses of the Procreation Chapter word by word into her ear like a lover’s intimate whisper.
Though Elder Yu Yan listened intently, her attention kept drifting to the scoundrel behind her, leaving her lovely face perpetually flushed pink.
Yan Zhen’s body heat surpassed even that of the bathwater. Being held by him felt like soaking in a scalding hot spring.
Unlike their previous encounter in the Thunder Pool Secret Realm, this time was far more intimate, with their bodies pressed tightly together—and the purpose all too clear.
The more she thought about it, the faster Elder Yu Yan’s heart raced, a growing warmth spreading through her body.
Yet Yan Zhen merely held her, making no further moves. Once he finished reciting the Procreation Chapter, he asked, “That covers all the verses. Did you memorize them, Big Aunt?”
Elder Yu Yan quickly pulled herself together. “Mostly. Let me recite them back, Little Yan Zhen. See if I got anything wrong.”
A Mystic Ancestor expert, tempered by the power of heaven and earth, boasted flawless memory. And with Elder Yu Yan’s natural intelligence, a single careful listen was enough for her to commit it all to heart.
After hearing her recitation, Yan Zhen nodded. “Not a single word off. Now I’ll explain the corresponding circulation routes for each verse.”
Elder Yu Yan murmured her agreement, and Yan Zhen began describing them in detail, as if cataloging prized treasures.
“The circulation path differs for women and men. For women, it starts from the Conception Vessel…”
As he spoke, he placed his hand on Big Aunt Yu Yan’s skin. His fingertip began at her dantian, sliding upward along her midline to the Tanzhong acupoint nestled in the valley of her chest. It veered left, tracing over the summit of one full, proud peak, then circled around from behind to conquer the matching snowy mound on the right, returning to Tanzhong before continuing upward, passing the heavenly pass into the Governing Vessel.
Elder Yu Yan felt a tingling heat suffuse her body, her breathing quickening. She half-opened her watery eyes, staring in a daze as Little Yan Zhen’s fingertip roamed freely over her flawless skin, leaving trails of faint, itching numbness in its wake. She desperately wanted him to keep touching her.
Biting her lip, she forced herself to memorize the path.
From the Conception Vessel upward, then down the Governing Vessel, with many twists and turns along the way—but ultimately returning to the perineum.
After demonstrating the full route, Yan Zhen finally released his hand.
“That’s the circulation path. It’s long, but it follows a pattern. Did you get it, Big Aunt?”
Elder Yu Yan closed her eyes, recalling the intoxicating numbness she’d just felt. The route gradually clarified in her mind.
“You can give it a try first,” Yan Zhen said gently. “If anything’s unclear, just stop and ask me. Once you complete one full circulation, your body will gradually heat up, followed by an instinctive craving. That prepares you for dual cultivation.”
Elder Yu Yan’s squinted eyes curved into a smile once more. “Alright, I’ll try.”
But the moment she began circulating her energy, she felt a sudden lightness at her chest. With a soft gasp, Elder Yu Yan looked down to see her heavy peaks now cradled in hands other than her own.
“L-Little Yan Zhen?”
A flicker of confusion and panic crossed Elder Yu Yan’s eyes, but Yan Zhen—his own face red yet his expression deadly serious—explained, “Dual cultivation differs from normal practice. It requires circulating energy while moving, so Big Aunt, you need to get used to this beforehand to avoid any mishaps midway.”
With that, he gave them a gentle bounce to test their weight.
It was Elder Yu Yan’s first time facing such a situation. Swallowing the flutter in her throat, she forced down her saliva and resumed circulating.
Still unfamiliar, her progress was slow.
When she finally completed the circuit, an indescribable thirst surged within her—a powerful urge to have Little Yan Zhen hold her tight.
The Procreation Chapter was taking effect.
At that moment, Yan Zhen resembled a jade connoisseur who had stumbled upon a beloved piece of Hetian jade. Unable to resist, he caressed every inch, marveling at its warmth and perfect fit in his hands, praising it as the work of divine craftsmanship.
“Looks like you circulated successfully, Big Aunt. Try it again to get the feel.”
“M-Mm, alright~”
Elder Yu Yan gave a feeble response and attempted the circulation once more.
By the time she finished the second round, her entire body was flushed pink, and even her shy, hidden bud had emerged under Little Yan Zhen’s meticulous massage—fully prepared to receive treatment.
A strange sense of accomplishment welled up in him… Yan Zhen turned his head and planted a kiss on Big Aunt Yu Yan’s lips. “Time to head to the room.”
Elder Yu Yan’s expression was already dazed. She nodded obediently, devoid of her usual poised elegance—like a green, inexperienced girl.
Yan Zhen scooped her up in a princess carry. Once her slender arms looped around his neck, he rose from the bath barrel and stepped out.
Clear water cascaded from their bodies back into the tub with a splash. The medicinal power within had been fully absorbed, its red glow faded.
The handsome youth carried the squinting beauty out of the bath chamber, their dripping forms leaving wet trails across the floor.
Whoosh.
Crimson flames ignited, enveloping them and swiftly evaporating the moisture from their skin.
By the time they reached the bedroom door, they were clean and refreshed.
Inside, Dean Yu Qing sat on the bed. Seeing Yan Zhen—stark naked—enter carrying her equally bare eldest sister, her lovely face instantly blushed crimson. She tactfully rose and yielded the spot.
Yan Zhen suddenly turned to her. “Little Aunt, join us. Otherwise, Big Aunt might not hold out.”
Dean Yu Qing blinked, then realized he meant for her to assist.
After all, neither she nor Shui Bailan could handle Yan Zhen alone. Big Sis by herself definitely couldn’t extract the medicine.
Mortified as she was, for her sister’s sake, Dean Yu Qing nodded and agreed. She shed her clothes and climbed onto the bed with them.
The gauze canopy fell, veiling the erotic scene on the bedchamber. Soon, the room filled with the delicate, intertwining moans of women, weaving a symphony of spring passion.
Mystic power fluctuations from a Mystic Ancestor expert emanated from the room, stirring the weather. Dark clouds swiftly gathered over the Inner Academy, fierce winds howled, and before long, torrential rain poured down.
It raged for a full hour before stopping. The once-pristine shaded paths were now sodden, littered with fallen white leaves that glistened like a layer of frost—evoking a desolate, chaotic beauty.
The entire Inner Academy had been cleansed, the air fresher. With each breath came a faint whiff of honeyed sweetness.
Nearby elders gazed out their windows at the clearing sky, murmuring to themselves that the Great Elder’s cultivation had reached new heights. To summon rain on a sunny day through mere daily practice was truly astounding!
Now that the Great Elder had become dean, her elder seat was vacant. They would likely draw someone from the Outer Academy.
Dean Yu Qing of the Outer Academy was the strongest candidate.
Once Dean Yu Qing entered the Inner Academy as one of the Nine Elders, the Yu Family’s influence there would expand further.
The only real rivals left were the Wen Family, but they seemed to have lost Snow Supreme’s backing. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before the Wen Family was ousted, leaving the Inner Academy as the Yu Family’s unchallenged domain.
—Better to cozy up to the new dean and elder sooner rather than later.
