Hearing those unfamiliar words from Yan Zhen, Chen Xi felt a stabbing pain in her heart, like needles pricking her chest. Had he truly forgotten everything?
“Zhen’er, have you forgotten your master?”
Your master? Yan Zhen furrowed his brow in surprise. He set down the flame loli in his arms—who seemed to be his daughter—and carefully studied the mature beauty before him, with her white hair and black dress.
“Beautiful Sister, you do look a little familiar, but I really can’t remember who you are. Have we met before?”
When Yan Zhen called Master Chen Xi “Beautiful Sister,” Cai Lian, Yi Xian’er, and Jiu Youyue all wore strange expressions. They thought to themselves that even with amnesia, his true nature hadn’t changed—he still sweet-talked any pretty girl he saw, throwing in some charm to flirt.
—I’ll quietly note this down. Once he recovers his memory, I’ll tease him mercilessly with it. Hmph!
For once, the three women were in perfect agreement.
Even Chen Xi felt her heart flutter at those four words, her disappointment easing a bit as she fondly recalled the subtle flirtation from their first meeting as master and disciple.
The innocent young boy had a natural fondness for a beautiful, mature big sister. During their one-on-one cultivation lessons, she could always sense him stealing glances at her—especially fixating on her chest.
It had been the same in her previous life and after her rebirth. The difference was that in the previous life, under her strict corrections and patient guidance, their master-disciple relationship had gradually settled into proper lines. But after rebirth, with her deliberate temptations and careful nudges, that ambiguity had blossomed into a forbidden romance.
Lost in tangled thoughts, it took Chen Xi a long moment before she sighed wistfully.
“Poor Zhen’er. What on earth did the Evil Consort do to your memories? You don’t remember your master at all.”
When he’d first returned after rebirth, he’d forgotten her too. But she hadn’t been upset—instead, she’d found it amusing and deliberately teased him for fun.
The situation now mirrored that time perfectly, yet she felt no joy in joking around. She just wanted him to recover quickly and return to her embrace.
“What do you mean by that, Beautiful Sister? Did Evil Consort Master alter my memories?” Yan Zhen wasn’t pleased. “That’s ridiculous! If you’re trying to drive a wedge between us, it’s way too clumsy. I’m not falling for it.”
Right now, Yan Zhen only knew that Technique Saint Chen Xi was the wicked woman who’d injured his Evil Consort Master. He had no memory of her appearance or voice, so he didn’t recognize her.
“And you’ve been calling yourself my master this whole time, acting like you’re the real one. Evil Consort Master is my master. Please watch your words, Beautiful Sister.”
“Zhen’er…”
Yan Zhen’s words stabbed right at Chen Xi’s heart. She never got jealous of other women—except when someone threatened her position as his master. That showed just how deeply attached she was to that role.
Now, he was denying her status and calling the Evil Consort his master. Even knowing it wasn’t his true intention, Chen Xi’s heart ached terribly.
With furrowed brows, Chen Xi gazed at her beloved disciple, her tone full of grievance.
“Fine. Once your memories are restored, you won’t say such things.”
Yan Zhen instantly went on high alert, feeling inexplicably timid.
“What are you planning? I warn you, I’m really strong. Don’t try anything funny!”
Seeing his bluster masking inner fear, Chen Xi thought he was adorable but kept her expression neutral.
“Jiuyou, grab Zhen’er. Don’t let him get away.”
Yan Zhen looked baffled. Before he could react, Jiu Youyue hugged him tightly from behind, trapping his entire body—including his arms—in her embrace.
Yan Zhen was utterly shocked.
“Big Sis??? What are you doing? Let—let go! This isn’t the time for jokes!”
He struggled fiercely, his back pressing repeatedly against the Demoness’s soft, bouncy mounds. A faint blush crept over her pretty face.
“Sorry, Little Zhen Zhen. Just bear with it—it’ll be over soon.”
She bound him with spatial power while tilting her head to nibble his ear. Her red lips brushed close, her teeth grazed gently, and she even flicked her tongue tip into his ear canal, launching a flurry of sultry attacks on his weak spot.
Waves of tingling itch flooded his brain, instantly sapping his will to struggle. It was a precision strike!
“B-Big Sis, wait, hiss… ahh…”
Long Ying and Yan Yan immediately covered their eyes with their little hands, peeking through the gaps with expressions that said they didn’t quite get it but were impressed anyway.
Cai Lian and Yi Xian’er blushed, inwardly cursing the Demoness for being so brazen—doing this in front of the kids, no less.
Still, Jiu Youyue’s method was effective at holding Yan Zhen still. The two women hurried forward to pull Yan Yan and Long Ying aside. Chen Xi stepped up to Yan Zhen, flipping her jade hand to conjure a pitch-black pill from thin air.
The thumb-sized pill was etched with dragon-scale patterns, wreathed in Mystic light and electric arcs—clearly a Seventh-Tier Mystic Pill!
The Black Jade Evil Scale Pill, specially formulated by Chen Xi for Yan Zhen. It would awaken the power of the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame.
Yan Zhen possessed the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame, and his divine soul was strong, so he shouldn’t have been easily brainwashed.
The Evil Consort had succeeded only because the ninth-tier sacred item, Yellow Springs Water, suppressed the Half-Saint-level Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame.
Activating that flame’s power would counteract the Yellow Springs Water’s effects, allowing Yan Zhen’s memories to slowly recover.
Chen Xi held the pill to her precious disciple’s lips.
“Good boy, Zhen’er. Open up and swallow this. You’ll be fine.”
Yan Zhen twisted his head away.
“No way—mmph—no! Who’d eat a weird pill like that? I’d rather die—Big Sis, ahh, let go!”
Jiu Youyue released his ear and whispered tenderly into it.
“Be good, Little Zhen Zhen. Eat the pill quick, and you’ll feel better.”
“No!” Yan Zhen declared firmly. “Help! Murder! Save me, Evil Consort Master—mmph mmph!”
Chen Xi forced the black pill into Yan Zhen’s mouth.
It melted on his tongue, turning into inky liquid that slid down his throat into his stomach. Vast medicinal power erupted, rousing the dormant Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame.
Roar!
A dragon’s roar seemed to echo. A ferocious dragon might burst from Yan Zhen’s body. His eyes widened into draconic slits, gray-black evil flames spilling from the corners.
The intense heat made Jiu Youyue release him and retreat far away. She watched anxiously as dragon-shaped flame armor slowly covered his body, forming horns, claws, and tail—vivid and lifelike, turning him into a humanoid rage dragon!
It vaguely resembled the form from his previous life when he and Long Ying had unleashed their Combined Mysterious Technique.
“Master Chen Xi!”
“No worries. Let the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame purge the Yellow Springs Water’s effects first. Then this seat will suppress it, and Zhen’er can recover his memories.”
In the Fire Refining Starry Sky, taming the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame was child’s play.
The women watched the Evil Dragon Yan Zhen intently. He swept his malevolent gaze over the three alluring beauties.
The Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame amplified Yan Zhen’s dark urges—and with temptations right in front of him, his greatest urge was… lewd thoughts!
In short, nothing but naughty stuff filled Yan Zhen’s mind.
His eyes roamed the group before locking onto the bustiest one, Chen Xi. With a howl, he lunged straight at her.
