As Yi Xian’er had said, the Jialan Fairy always had an endless stream of lessons to impart. She lectured on this and fussed over that, then had the Lotus Root Person deliver snacks and tea. It dragged on until dusk before they finally escaped that “lecture hell” and made their way back to Holy Son Peak.
The sun dipped toward the horizon, painting the maple leaves in vibrant reds. The four of them strolled quietly along the bluestone mountain path, their silence broken only occasionally by birds flitting past.
“How’s Shadow Moon Kingdom doing?” Yan Zhen asked casually. “Want me to send someone over to help?”
“No need.” Yi Xian’er looped her arm through his left one. “I left an avatar behind. There won’t be any issues for a short while. Besides, over the past two years, I’ve already rooted out all the unstable elements—including the Demon Domain’s spies. If trouble stirs up again, that’s on Shadow Moon Kingdom itself. I’m done bothering with it.”
Yan Zhen gave a wry smile, knowing full well that Yi Xian’er felt no attachment to Shadow Moon Kingdom.
As the illegitimate princess, she’d been abandoned there and raised in Sunward Kingdom. Her mother, who had been her sole companion, had died early because of it. If not for sheer necessity, she never would have returned to Shadow Moon Kingdom to claim the inheritance in Evil Spirit Valley.
In this world, perhaps he was the only “family” she had left.
“Then just stay here and cultivate in peace,” Yan Zhen said warmly. “I’ve prepared a separate cave dwelling for you. Let me take you to see it.”
Yi Xian’er blinked.
“Can’t I live with you?”
Yan Zhen felt a bit awkward.
“I live with Cai Lian and Long Ying.”
“Fine. For the sake of her carrying Yan’er, I’ll let her have you for now,” Yi Xian’er said coolly. “But once Yan’er is born, I’m moving in with you, okay?”
“Uh… sure.”
“…”
Neither Yun Xiu nor Huangfu Wenqing said a word. In their minds, Yi Xian’er was usually quite cold and ruthless—utterly merciless when it came to killing. Yet around Yan Zhen, she softened up. She might not show much expression most of the time, but her voice and tone betrayed her deep attachment to him.
The group reached the midway point up the mountain, and Yun Xiu spoke up first.
“Yan Zhen, Wenqing and I will head back to rest. You take good care of Little Sister Xian’er.”
Yan Zhen felt a pang of guilt. After all, his beautiful master and her disciple were leaving tomorrow, but he couldn’t very well ignore the newly arrived Yi Xian’er.
“I’ll come find you both later.”
“You promised,” Huangfu Wenqing teased with a pout. “Whoever doesn’t show is a puppy.”
Yan Zhen smiled faintly and watched the two women depart.
Gazing at the graceful retreating figures of the master and disciple, a flicker of envy crossed Yi Xian’er’s eyes.
“Having a disciple is nice.”
Yan Zhen turned and gave her a sidelong glance.
“You’re a Mystic Ancestor expert, Xian’er. You could take one too. Living with a cute little apprentice wouldn’t be bad at all.”
Yi Xian’er shook her head.
“I’m no good at teaching people. Besides, the master-disciple bond is already set. A second one wouldn’t feel the same.”
“…”
—Something’s off with you!
Yan Zhen shot her a knowing look.
“Mm-hmm~”
Yi Xian’er had always been bold when alone with Yan Zhen. That was why, upon her rebirth, she’d chosen such a “stimulating” way to reunite with him. Cai Lian or Yun Xiu would sooner die than do something so shameless.
When it came to audacity, only Jiu Youyue could match her. Ji Ya, with her Cauldron Constitution, talked a big game but fell short in actual deeds.
The two entered the cave dwelling. It had been simply furnished and was ready for immediate occupancy, though the style was rather plain. She’d need to decorate it to her own taste.
“It’s a bit different from what I remember…”
Like Cai Lian, Yi Xian’er had spent a long time on Holy Son Peak in her previous life—following Yan Zhen wherever he went, returning whenever he did. It had left Cai Lian quite jealous.
“How do you want to decorate it? I can call some servant beasts to help.”
“Not that for now.”
Yi Xian’er pulled Yan Zhen by the hand to sit on the bed’s edge, then leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips with a soft smack.
Yan Zhen blinked in surprise. Her sneak attack had caught him completely off guard.
“What was that for all of a sudden?”
Yi Xian’er gazed deeply at her beloved.
“I’ve been holding back for so long. I couldn’t anymore.”
She kissed him again, this time not a fleeting peck but a deeper one, their tongues lightly entwining.
Thump.
Yan Zhen found himself pushed back onto the bed. Yi Xian’er followed, pressing down on him and continuing her “assault” as if she could never get enough. She savored her lover’s unique scent, letting out adorable little hums through her nose and mouth.
When she finally released him, Yan Zhen’s tongue felt numb. Lying there, he looked up at her fiery gaze—like she wanted to devour him whole—and blinked.
“Isn’t this a bit rushed?”
Yi Xian’er peppered kisses across his face, several in quick succession, before pausing to say,
“You’re in the Mystic Lord Realm now. It’s fine… I want to dual cultivate~”
Her last words came out in a spoiled whine, her face flushing visibly as she shifted from lustful temptress to bashful girl.
Yan Zhen’s heart heated up too. He reached out to caress her pale, delicate cheek.
“Then let me get on top.”
“No.” Yi Xian’er said playfully. “I want to be on top.”
“…No, I’ll be on top.”
“I said no. Me on top.”
“Rock-paper-scissors. Best of three!”
“No way. I’m on top.”
—What’s gotten into this girl? She wants to ride from the start? Is that appropriate?
Yan Zhen changed tactics, asking with concern,
“It’s your first time. It’ll hurt if you’re on top.”
Yi Xian’er bit her lower lip and cooed,
“With your love, it won’t hurt~”
“…”
“I’ll let you bite my heart.”
“…”
“Both sides for you to bite. Pretty please?”
Yan Zhen had no choice but to throw up his hands and tilt his head back, adopting the pose of a wronged Holy Son.
Her eyes lit up with greedy green glints at the sight. She stuck out her pink little tongue and lavished it over his cheeks, neck, and ears. Then she gave him another kiss before starting to undo his belt.
Soon enough, Yan Zhen was stripped bare as the day he was born.
A quarter-hour later, his entire body was covered in Yi Xian’er’s saliva—tinged with faint Baleful Qi. It left him tingling, itchy, and just a touch sore, nearly awakening some masochistic tendencies.
—Why does Xian’er like this kind of play? Because she’s a queen?
Yan Zhen recalled Cai Lian pulling similar stunts before, but she’d turned meek after getting pregnant with Yan’er. Judging by Yi Xian’er’s full-throttle aggression, though, she wasn’t likely to mellow out anytime soon.
As he thought that, Yan Zhen hissed and drew in a sharp breath. Glancing down his body, he saw her cheeks hollowed out in rapture. He reached down to stroke her pale purple hair.
Unlike his beautiful master’s silvery locks, hers added a cold, demonic allure—intimidating in daily life, but perfectly kinky cosplay right now.
Meanwhile, in Jia Flame Cave, Cai Lian had just emerged from her room when she heard Yi Xian’er had arrived and gone off with Yan Zhen to Immortal Spirit Cave. A bad feeling stirred in her heart.
“What’s wrong, Sister Cai Lian?”
“Let’s go check Immortal Spirit Cave.”
