The ultimate version of Flame Extinction Without Embers: Yin Sha Slash was Flame Extinction Without Embers: Thousand Sha Battle. A single sword strike unleashed countless strands of baleful qi—deadly on contact. It was incredibly effective for clearing out the riffraff.
After half a month in secluded cultivation, his weapon had finally upgraded. It was time to bring it out again.
Yan Zhen was utterly exhausted. He slept straight through an entire day. When he awoke, he discovered the beautiful female master lying beside him, gazing at him with tender affection. He felt a touch of shyness but promptly buried his head in her bountiful bosom, playfully acting spoiled to his heart’s content.
Chen Xi naturally granted her precious disciple’s wish—or rather, she had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Watching him indulge so gleefully filled her heart with deep satisfaction.
Yet Yan Zhen was not content with that alone. He continued his playful spoiling, leading to an even deeper intimacy between master and disciple. Afterward, Chen Xi dismissed the room and the bed, transforming the space into a bath. The two of them enjoyed a steamy, lovers’ bath together, lingering in warm affection for a long while before finally parting.
“Then I’ll head out first, Master.”
“Go ahead, Zhen’er. Rest for a couple of days before proceeding with the Nether Flame fusion.”
Chen Xi planted a gentle kiss on her disciple’s forehead and watched him depart from the Fire Refining Starry Sky. A smile lingered on her lips, refusing to fade.
It had been so long since she had been this intimate with the boy. At last, she had gotten her wish. She had indulged without restraint—even excessively so, with an intensity that left lingering aftershocks. A warm sensation still filled her abdomen.
The white-haired beauty in her black dress, the majestic Flame Saint, touched her flat belly. Her eyes, like shimmering blue glass, brimmed with maternal warmth and tenderness.
—It didn’t matter if there were no children. He was her child, her treasure, her everything.
…
A burst of spatial distortion erupted from the crystal pendant suspended in midair, and Yan Zhen materialized. He had just poured himself a cup of water to drink when he abruptly noticed someone sitting on his bed.
She had white hair and wore a pure white dress. A radiant halo gleamed behind her head, while lotus flowers bloomed and withered around her in an illusory dance. Her aura was saintly and pure, yet warmly approachable. A compassionate expression graced her beautiful face, evoking the image of a holy mother—or perhaps a bodhisattva.
It was the Jialan Fairy—the Holy Lord Master!
“Cough cough, cough cough.”
Startled, Yan Zhen choked on his tea, water flooding into his windpipe and triggering a violent coughing fit.
The Jialan Fairy immediately rose and moved to his side. Her jade-like hand patted his back gently as she asked in a soft voice, “Yan’er, are you all right?”
Yan Zhen quickly waved it off. After all, he was a Mystic Lord powerhouse now. A mere choking incident would pass in moments.
“Holy Lord Master, when did you arrive?”
“Yesterday.”
“Yesterday? Have you been waiting here for me this whole time?”
The Jialan Fairy gave a soft hum of affirmation. Yan Zhen immediately felt a pang of guilt and hurriedly changed the subject. “Is there something you need from me, Holy Lord Master?”
“Let’s sit down and talk.” Taking the lead like a gracious host, the Jialan Fairy wrapped an arm around Yan Zhen’s waist and guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. Only then did she continue. “Yan’er, did you make any gains from spending so long in the Fire Refining Starry Sky?”
Hearing this, Yan Zhen breathed a quiet sigh of relief. A hint of pride welled up in him as he proudly revealed his successfully evolved Extreme Tyrant Sword. He then activated the power of the Phosphorus Fire within it, transforming the blade into the Extreme Phosphor Sword for her to see.
His lifebound sword—his signature weapon—could be summed up in one word: cool!
Suppressing a smug grin, Yan Zhen asked earnestly, “What do you think, Holy Lord Master?”
“So this is the Extreme Emperor Sword—no, it’s still called the Extreme Tyrant Sword for now? After fusing the Phosphorus Fire, it evolved from the sixth tier to the seventh. That’s impressive.” The Jialan Fairy appraised it candidly. “I remember that upgrading the Extreme Tyrant Sword to the Extreme Emperor Sword requires integrating all of the Hundred Extremes Flames into the blade. Yan’er, how many of those Extreme Flames do you have so far? Which ones are you still missing? I can send people to procure them for you.”
“I’m still short the Nether Flame, the Azure Flame, and the Verdant Flame. Next up is the Nether Flame, so I can prioritize completing the Yin Yang Light Dark combination. I’ll hold off on the Azure Flame and Verdant Flame for now.”
“Yin Yang Light Dark? In that case, you’re still missing the light-attribute Sunset Flame and the yang-attribute Illusion Flame.”
“That’s right.” Yan Zhen continued, “Master said the Sunset Flame can be found in Cai Lian’s homeland, the Great Marsh Desert. The Illusion Flame will appear half a year from now, alongside the Solar Essence Flame.”
“Now that you mention it, I remember as well.” The Jialan Fairy nodded slightly. “Very well, then. I’ll dispatch people to the Great Marsh Desert to retrieve the Sunset Flame right away. Half a year later, you’ll have the full set of Yin Yang Light Dark attributes.”
Yan Zhen nodded enthusiastically.
Once he gathered the full Yin Yang Light Dark set, the Extreme Tyrant Sword could advance from the seventh tier to the eighth. Of course, he would need to push his Divine Soul realm further before attempting that fusion.
The reason it had taken so long to integrate the Phosphorus Fire into the Extreme Tyrant Sword was that Yan Zhen’s Divine Soul was only at the sixth tier. Had it reached the seventh-tier True Realm, he probably could have succeeded in half the time.
After all, he had the advantage of his past life’s experience from the script—unlike back then, when he had to discuss ideas with the beautiful female master and painstakingly experiment on his own.
Lost in these thoughts, Yan Zhen suddenly noticed that the Holy Lord Master was staring at him intently. It made his heart skip a beat.
“Is something wrong, Holy Lord Master?”
The Jialan Fairy said softly, “Yan’er, your mouth carries the taste of Chen Xi again.”
Yan Zhen flushed crimson with embarrassment. His little face turned beet red as he clapped both hands over his mouth, putting on his most innocent expression.
The Jialan Fairy let out a light sigh. “I don’t even need to guess. Chen Xi sealed off the Fire Refining Starry Sky. She won’t let me in.”
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.
—Oh, right! That too!
Yan Zhen was caught off guard. He figured it was because she’d been discovered last time, so the beautiful female master had grown vigilant and taken precautions to block any peeping.
That said, he had promised the Holy Lord Master that he would act more mature and manly in front of the beautiful female master. Instead, he had instinctively spoiled himself again—and quite willfully, at that. It wasn’t entirely appropriate.
But the beautiful female master doted on him far too much. Yan Zhen just couldn’t help turning into a lively little salted fish in her arms, wriggling about with a cheeky grin.
“Yan’er?”
“Ah? Oh, Holy Lord Master, I know I was wrong. Gomen nasai~”
Yan Zhen tried his best to show sincere remorse, but the Jialan Fairy merely flicked his forehead with a slender finger.
“Not a shred of sincerity… When you promised me before, you seemed so earnest.”
“Ow!” Yan Zhen rubbed his forehead. Though the Holy Lord Master’s face remained impassive, her eyes betrayed a flicker of unhappiness. He quickly added, “Please don’t be angry, Holy Lord Master. I’ll change gradually.”
The Jialan Fairy replied faintly, “Does your previous promise to me still stand?”
“I-it does.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Very well, then.”
The Jialan Fairy spread her arms wide. Her white, flowing sleeves draped down like a pair of protective wings. Her golden eyes gazed at Yan Zhen with a warmth that bordered on fiery passion.
“Come into my embrace, Yan’er. I’ll pamper you properly in Chen Xi’s place.”
Yan Zhen didn’t move. Though the Holy Lord Master was an elder, she wasn’t the same as the beautiful female master. It felt too much like betraying her.
Yet when he saw the light in the Holy Lord Master’s eyes gradually dim, his heart ached for her. He gritted his teeth and tentatively leaned into her embrace. His handsome little face sank into the deep valley of her bosom.
In that instant, the Jialan Fairy’s eyes burst with brilliant light. Her entire body bloomed with dazzling radiance, instantly reverting Yan Zhen to his child form.
She gently cradled Yan Zhen (Eight Years Old) in her arms. Seeing his flushed cheeks, a Mystic maternal affection surged within her.
“Yan’er is so cute…”
Yan Zhen: ε=(‘ο｀)))
