The Evil Consort suddenly jolted awake on the white bone bed, realizing it had all been a dream. A wave of frustration washed over her.
Gazing at the handsome face so close in her arms, she no longer found it quite as endearing as before. She felt something pressing against her thigh, so she reached down once more.
In her previous life, this little scoundrel had bullied her relentlessly. It was only fair that she skimmed a little cream off the top now!
As the Evil Consort’s hands moved in tandem, Yan Zhen frowned slightly in his sleep, emitting intermittent grunts from his mouth and nose, as if trapped in a nightmare.
When he finally woke, he saw the disheveled Evil Consort holding a White Bone Reflecting Mirror. On the back of the mirror, she was carving tally marks—four full sets and one more.
“Evil Consort Master?”
In the private pocket space unknown to Yan Zhen, the fourth vial of white essence floated quietly.
The Evil Consort calmly put away the White Bone Reflecting Mirror.
“Enough rest. Get up, Yan’er,” she said. “The Divine Child Enfeoffment Ceremony is just over ten days away. Don’t slack off, or if someone challenges you on stage, you might not be able to handle it.”
Though Yan Zhen had no desire to become the Evil Flame Holy Son, she was right—his cultivation couldn’t stop.
The Evil God Clan had its share of prodigies with exceptional talent, no worse than those from the sacred lands. And they possessed Evil God Bloodlines, which, once awakened, would elevate their power to another level.
If he grew complacent, he might capsize in a gutter. He couldn’t stoop to using his trump cards or special trump cards just to defeat an Evil God Clan prodigy—that would be too pathetic.
He sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Then I’ll go wash up first.”
“Hold on,” the Evil Consort interjected. “Come with This Consort.”
Puzzled but compliant, Yan Zhen followed her off the bed. She took his hand.
A space portal opened, and they stepped through into a dim alternate dimension, reminiscent of a spatial ruin. Cracks lingered in the surrounding space, while shattered stones and massive boulders floated overhead, rising and falling sporadically—the realm’s stability was tenuous at best.
They walked forward until they reached the edge of a stone pool.
The pool was modest, roughly ten feet across. Its waters gleamed with a clear golden hue, bubbles rising steadily from the center. The sight reminded Yan Zhen of his Beautiful Female Master’s sea of bitterness, but oddly, even his senses couldn’t detect any energy within the spring. It seemed utterly ordinary.
—This… is the Yellow Springs?!
Remembering how it had once erased his memories, Yan Zhen swallowed hard in lingering dread and took a discreet half-step back.
The Evil Consort at his side explained, “This is the sacred treasure of my Evil God Clan, the ‘Yellow Springs.’ Legend says it originates from the underworld and possesses the power to erase all immaterial things. That’s why you can’t sense it—and in ordinary spaces, you might not even see it.”
Yan Zhen nodded. “I see. No wonder my divine sense failed me.”
She continued, “The Yellow Springs’ power is immense and versatile, adapting to various uses. For instance, my Death Mystic Force is a mutation born from fusing Yellow Springs Water with Yin Mystic Power.”
Yan Zhen gained sudden clarity.
Death Mystic Force could erase or devour the vitality and lifespan of all things, even resurrect the dead as living corpses or undead. It shared undeniable commonalities with the Yellow Springs.
Delighted, he said, “Evil Consort Master, did you bring me here so I could cultivate Death Mystic Force too?”
Across the entire continent, she was the only one who wielded Death Mystic Force, much like Jialan Fairy’s unique Spirit Mystic Force.
“Of course not. Listen to This Consort first,” she said, shooting an exasperated glance at the overly eager young man. “Mystic Power mutation is just one application—and with a very low success rate. Over the years, clan members have tried replicating my Death Mystic Force, but none succeeded.”
Pride laced her tone.
“As for you, Yan’er, your talent rivals This Consort’s, but you’re fire-attributed and harbor multiple Extreme Flames. The Yellow Springs Water isn’t suited for altering your Mystic Power attribute.”
“Alright, then what can I use the Yellow Springs for?”
“Soul refining,” the Evil Consort answered directly. “Diluted Yellow Springs Water can cleanse the Divine Soul, akin to a Mystic Ancestor expert summoning the power of heaven and earth for baptism. The transformation is Mystic.”
That jogged Yan Zhen’s memory. In his previous life, Jiuyou had given him a treasure liquid called Pure Brightness Rain Dew to advance to the Divine Soul True Realm. According to his Beautiful Female Master’s analysis, its primary ingredient was Yellow Springs Water.
“Your Divine Soul has reached the Mid True Mystic stage, with spiritual power at its peak,” she went on. “It’s time to lay the foundation for the Divine Soul True Realm. Advancing requires purging impurities from the Divine Soul, vanquishing heart demons, and manifesting your true self. This is a lengthy process, often spanning decades or even centuries. Completing it within sixty years marks a soul cultivation prodigy; ordinary soul cultivators might never finish in their lifetime. But Yellow Springs Water can drastically shorten it.”
“Oh~”
Yan Zhen feigned an impressed-yet-clueless look. Truth be told, the Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame, ninth on the Extreme Flame List, offered a similar, more stable effect.
In his past life, after advancing with Pure Brightness Rain Dew, he’d dual cultivated his Divine Soul with Zi Xunyi and tempered it with the Jade Firmament Purple Dome Flame, rendering his soul extraordinarily resilient. Even the malign influence of the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Flame could no longer touch him.
The Evil Consort added, “Your greatest asset is the array of Extreme Flames within you. Controlling them demands vast spiritual power for support. Even a minor elevation in your Divine Soul will trigger a surge in your strength. The Flying Fire Meteor Sword I taught you is deeply tied to the soul as well—it can only reach great completion after your Divine Soul enters the True Realm.”
Yan Zhen nodded vigorously, signaling his understanding.
For him, soul refining outshone qi condensation or body refining in importance. Refining Extreme Flames already boosted his Mystic Power immensely.
He still had the Taiyin Primordial Fire awaiting fusion. Strengthening his Divine Soul would raise the odds of success. Once he synthesized the Xuan Huang Dual Qi Flame, his Mystic Power cultivation could vault straight to the Mystic Ancestor Realm.
Eager to begin, Yan Zhen asked, “Evil Consort Master, what do I do?”
The Evil Consort produced several small jade bottles. “Take some water back to use. You didn’t think you’d jump in and soak, did you?”
Yan Zhen chuckled awkwardly. A few drops had once wiped his memory clean. Plunging in would likely turn him into a drooling idiot on the spot—one beyond even his 【Special Trump Card: Mua~】 to save.
Shaking her head in exasperation, the Evil Consort tossed the small jade bottles into the Yellow Springs. Once filled, she beckoned with her jade hand, retrieving them all to float before Yan Zhen.
“Take them all. Use one bottle every three days, diluted in the largest pool in This Consort’s bathhouse. Stay in the Consort God Palace until the Enfeoffment Ceremony—no returning to the Demonic Flame Palace. Cultivate obediently, understand, Yan’er?”
Yan Zhen caught the bottles, pretending confusion. “Evil Consort Master won’t stand guard for me?”
“This Consort has matters to attend,” she said, stroking his head. “To slay the Peacock Heavenly Monarch, I must harness the power of the Dead City. Before that, I need to use Yellow Springs Water to refine its core and fully master this divine artifact.”
“Got it. I’ll head back then.”
“Go. For anything, find Granny Meng. She’ll handle it as best she can.”
Yan Zhen was sent off obediently. Alone in the alternate space, the Evil Consort shed her black true-silk hollow nightgown, revealing her voluptuous, mature jade body. Step by step, she waded to the center of the Yellow Springs.
Her exquisite jade feet tread upon the bubbling waters. Behind her head materialized the signature halo of a Mystic Saint expert. With a flip of her jade hand, space tore open in her palm, ejecting a rotating black crystal cube…
