The Evil Consort leaned weakly against Yan Zhen. Only at his words did she open her dark eyes. Seeing his handsome face filled with anxiety, her mood gradually relaxed.
She was indeed a bit drained, but even in weakness, a Mystic Saint expert would never be too unsteady on her feet.
This was another test—and also a deliberate attempt to get close to him, though the Evil Consort would never admit that last part.
—This Palace was merely testing whether the Flame Emperor had regained his memories and what status This Palace, as his master, held in Yan’er’s heart.
With that thought, the Evil Consort covered her ample bosom with one arm while propping herself against Yan Zhen’s chest with the other. She “struggled” to sit upright and said weakly, “Good Yan’er, do exactly as This Palace instructs. Form the Three Talents Seal, the Samadhi Seal, and the Three Lives Seal with one hand, then simultaneously activate the nine mudras three times. This will release the seals on the three sub-pools and allow the medicinal liquid to flow into the main pool.”
Yan Zhen quickly assented. With one arm around the Evil Consort’s voluptuous body, he used his other hand to form the nine mudras just as instructed, channeling mystic power to activate them three times.
Once the mudras were complete, an array formation spread slowly outward from the main pool, perfectly aligning with the seals on the three sub-pools.
As the array activated, the seals on the sub-pools gradually dissolved. The medicinal power from the pool waters flowed along the array’s patterns into the main pool, gradually tinting the clear water with three distinct colors.
These represented essence, energy, and spirit, corresponding to the red Blood Qi Pool, the blue Moonlight Pool, and the yellow Illusory Pool.
The three colors gathered in the main pool without mingling, dividing the water into separate regions that then began to rotate, forming a vortex.
At the center of the vortex were Yan Zhen and the Evil Consort.
Yan Zhen felt the pool water’s energy to be extraordinarily pure. Simply soaking in it allowed faint threads of medicinal power to seep into him on their own, rapidly replenishing his essence, energy, and spirit until he was fully restored—in fact, with a slight surplus!
But it was the Evil Consort who needed restoration. His own perfect condition was no use.
“What next, Evil Consort Master?”
The Evil Consort blinked, hinting, “This Palace has no strength left to absorb the medicinal power from the pool…”
“Then what should I do? Should I absorb the medicinal power into my own body and then transfer it to you, Evil Consort Master? Will that work?”
“Mm.”
Hearing this, Yan Zhen wasted no time. He held the Evil Consort close, grasped her slender jade hand, and began actively drawing in the pool’s medicinal power. He wrapped it gently in Rootless Earth Spirit Fire before slowly channeling it into her body.
The abundant medicinal power flowed into her, bit by bit replenishing her body and dispelling the weakness. The Evil Consort couldn’t help letting out a contented moan, which startled Yan Zhen into stopping.
“Evil Consort Master, does it hurt anywhere?”
Looking at Yan Zhen’s cautious expression, a surge of indescribable joy welled up in the Evil Consort’s heart. She replied warmly, “This Palace is fine. Continue.”
“Then I’ll keep going.” Yan Zhen took her hand again. “Tell me if it feels uncomfortable, okay?”
“Wait, Yan’er.”
The Evil Consort suddenly stopped him. Instead, she seized his hand and gently pressed it to her lower abdomen. “This way will be faster.”
As she said it, her face flushed slightly, and she inwardly regretted her impulse.
—What is This Palace doing? What’s the point of this!
Yan Zhen’s face reddened too, but he said nothing. He focused on absorbing the pool’s medicinal power and transferring it into the Evil Consort’s body.
Her voluptuous form tensed. Her left arm clutched tightly over her bosom, pressing the full mounds slightly out of shape. Her right hand gripped Yan Zhen’s wrist to keep it from accidentally slipping into forbidden territory.
Embarrassment, impatience, regret, secret delight… The Evil Consort’s emotions churned chaotically. She rested her head on Yan Zhen’s shoulder, a trace of drowsiness creeping in.
Refining the Dead City Core had drained a great deal of her energy. Though she hadn’t exaggerated her weakness, she truly was fatigued.
Time passed slowly. After about half an hour, Yan Zhen sensed that the Evil Consort should be recovered enough to meditate on her own. He prepared to let go.
But when he glanced down, he was surprised to find her asleep. Her eyes were tightly shut, long lashes curling upward. Warm breaths escaped her nostrils and mouth with even rhythm, causing her lofty peaks to rise and fall spectacularly above the water’s surface.
The hand gripping his wrist had gone limp, and the arm covering her chest had naturally fallen away. The vista of her summit was fully exposed, impossible to ignore.
Gulp~
Yan Zhen swallowed hard. It took him a long moment to regain his composure. Reminding himself not to look where he shouldn’t, he continued absorbing the medicinal power from the pool and channeling it into her.
The mystic power within the Evil Consort’s body circulated unconsciously, drawing in the pool’s medicinal power on its own—and at a far higher efficiency than Yan Zhen could manage.
This made Yan Zhen keenly aware once more of a Mystic Saint’s might. The overconfidence from his rapid cultivation surge slowly faded.
Thus, he ceased transferring the power and held still, letting her sleep peacefully in his arms.
Inevitably, this drew his attention to the Evil Consort herself. He felt as if he were holding a fragrant, soft cloud—but far more supple and bouncy than any cloud, with an exquisite texture that left the Second Master restless with desire.
—Any rash move would only hurt you!
Gazing down at her serene sleeping face, Yan Zhen’s own heart gradually calmed. He leaned back.
The Rootless Earth Spirit Fire manifested automatically, cradling his back.
He let out a long breath and closed his eyes, the peerless beauty cradled in his arms.
Some time later, the Evil Consort realized she had dozed off and jolted awake.
—How could This Palace be so careless!
She quickly opened her eyes. The sight that met them was Yan Zhen’s handsome face, still boyish in its charm. Her heart eased a little.
Yan Zhen hadn’t truly slept; he had only been resting with eyes closed. He opened them as she stirred.
Their gazes met, and the air seemed to freeze.
Imagining how she had slept naked in his arms for who knew how long, the Evil Consort couldn’t help picturing all sorts of lewd scenes. A blush crept over her lovely features.
Yan Zhen felt shy too, but in his current “person who likes Evil Consort Master” persona, even his shyness was joyful.
“Evil Consort Master, are you recovered?”
The Evil Consort smoothly extricated herself from his embrace and sat up straight. She reapplied her jade arm to cover her towering bosom before replying, “This Palace has fully recovered. Thank you for your efforts earlier, Yan’er.”
“As long as Evil Consort Master is okay.” Yan Zhen smiled. “There’s still three days until the Enfeoffment Ceremony. You didn’t need to push yourself like this. If it’s too much, we could just postpone it. After all, once Peacock Heavenly Monarch arrives, he won’t want to leave anyway. Doing it a bit later would be the same.”
“Better to strike swiftly and decisively, lest we invite complications. Though Peacock Heavenly Monarch was held back by Jialan, his strength remains formidable. Don’t take him lightly, Yan’er.”
“Evil Consort Master is right.”
“Wait, Yan’er… your aura…” The Evil Consort furrowed her brow. “The Mystic Ancestor Realm?”
Yan Zhen hummed proudly. “I fused the Taiyin Primordial Fire into the Solar Essence Flame to create the Xuan Huang Dual Qi Flame, so my cultivation surged massively.”
“But Yan’er, you haven’t seized the Fire Refining Starry Sky yet. How could you synthesize the Xuan Huang Dual Qi Flame? Unless—”
The Evil Consort immediately recalled the oddities during Jialan Fairy’s assault on Dead City. Had Jialan deliberately stalled to let Chen Xi control the Fire Refining Starry Sky and sneak it into Dead City? Was the Fire Refining Starry Sky on the Flame Emperor now? Had Chen Xi made contact with him?
At the thought, a chill gripped her heart. She abruptly turned to Yan Zhen, eager to confirm her suspicions.
