Rain God Peak, Rain Master Mansion.
Yu Shizun, clad in a water-blue gown and veiled in a matching face scarf, sat cross-legged in the tree hollow. She meditated quietly with closed eyes, but moments later, they fluttered open again. Clearly, she couldn’t settle her mind.
She had heard the news of Yan Zhen’s return and wanted to rush over at once to greet him and check on his well-being. But then she remembered Xuan’er and the others, who had waited for him for days. They must want some proper intimate time with him now. Wisely, she chose not to disturb them and planned to visit after dawn instead. Little did she expect the night to drag on so endlessly.
Her own cultivation was still insufficient, she thought.
With that in mind, Yu Shizun closed her eyes once more.
She had advanced to Fourth-Rank Supreme and assumed there would be a fierce battle with death itself. Unexpectedly, the crisis had ended with the Evil Consort’s compromise.
Time slipped by unnoticed. When the sun had risen high, Yu Shizun decided it was time. She rose to her feet and reached out with her senses toward the Teleportation Mark she had left on Yan Zhen, intending to teleport to him. But she felt nothing at all.
Had the Evil Consort erased it?
An inexplicable emptiness stirred in Yu Shizun’s heart. After a moment’s thought, she tore open a rift in space and stepped through. Moments later, she appeared atop Holy Son Peak.
The entire peak lay in serene quiet. Powerful auras emanated from the various caves—Cai Lian, Yi Xian’er, Long Ying, and Jiuyou were all Mystic Venerable experts now!
The auras of the others clustered in Rain Flower Cave, Yan Zhen’s included, along with ten more.
Could it be…
Teleportation restraints surrounded the cave; without a prior Teleportation Mark, no one could warp inside.
Fortunately, Xuan’er had given her a key to Rain Flower Cave earlier—something she hadn’t thought she’d need.
Yu Shizun approached the entrance. She condensed Mystic Power into runic key patterns and fed them into the Array Disk beside the door, successfully unsealing the main gate.
After a brief hesitation, she stepped inside, tracing their auras to the living room. There, she froze in shock.
Yan Zhen stood in the center of an area ringed by long benches, Yan Ruyu cradled in his arms. She clung to him lazily, like a koala draped over a tree. The other women sprawled haphazardly across the blanket at his feet, paired off in embraces, sleeping soundly.
The room’s light was dim and intimate, the air thick with a musky, sweet scent. The temperature ran warmer than outside, the steamy haze leaving one’s thoughts adrift.
Yu Shizun blinked, her gaze meeting Yan Zhen’s. She nearly startled at the fiery intensity burning in his eyes.
“Yu Shizun?” Yan Zhen said, a touch awkward. He gently released the drowsy Yan Ruyu, laying her on the carpet beside Meng’er. “H-how did you get here? Are you off to see Master?”
Yu Shizun blinked twice more, eyeing the vigorous Yan Zhen. A faint unease stirred in her heart.
“I just came to check on you. Since you’re… all right, I’ll be going—see you later.”
She hurried out as she spoke.
Yan Zhen made no move to stop her. He scratched his head, grabbed a water pitcher, and chugged a large mouthful. Then, looming over them, he admired their alluring poses.
Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu—the cousin pair;
Mi Xue’er and Xiao Xinyan—the bedwetters’ duo;
Mentor Yu Xuan and Sister Ji Ya—the virtuous wives;
Aunt Mu and Aunt Shui Bailan—the mature beauties;
Jin Tong and Yu Nu—the twins.
Five pairings, five flavors—take your pick.
With the cave door shut, these varied beauties became his delectable treats, sampled pair by pair.
As expected, after breaking through to the Mystic Ancestor Realm, his stamina had soared. Aside from the extraordinarily gifted Yan Ruyu, none lasted even one round—not even Shui Bailan and Mu Xin’er, those seasoned Mystic Lord Realm beauties.
Yan Meng’er fared worst of all: first to go up, first to fall. She roused after a time and climbed back on, only to be felled again in one thrust. She ended up as a porcelain doll, propped there for scenery.
After draining the water, Yan Zhen summoned Spiritual Power into tentacles once more, lifting them toward the bedrooms.
Four of the women joined Mentor Yu Xuan in one room, while Sister Ji Ya and the rest bunked with Aunt Shui Bailan.
That done, Yan Zhen soaked in the grand bath pool, then departed Rain Flower Cave feeling refreshed. He first swung by Jia Flame Cave to check on Long Ying, then visited Jiuyou in Cloud Heaven Cave, before finally heading to Rain God Peak in search of Yu Shizun.
He still held Yu Shizun’s Supreme Token, granting free access to Rain Master Mansion. The door stood ajar, clearly awaiting him.
Inside, he found her standing beneath a tree, medicine dregs clutched in hand. She sprinkled them bit by bit into the lake to feed the fish.
A school of blue carp flicked their tails, snapping up the feed amid sprays of water.
Yan Zhen approached her side and offered a greeting.
“Feels like forever since we last met, Yu Shizun.”
Yu Shizun silently shifted half a step away. In a soft, wistful tone, she said, “Doing that right after getting back isn’t good. It’ll wear out your body.”
Anyone else, and Yan Zhen would have died of embarrassment. But Yu Shizun’s words? He could handle them. She’d walked in on him so many times now, he’d grown accustomed.
“I did indulge a bit, true. But it’s only once in a blue moon, so they won’t think I undervalue them.”
Yu Shizun shot him a glance. “You seem awfully pleased with yourself.”
Yan Zhen scratched his cheek. “Nah, just happy, that’s all.”
“…”
“Want to pay respects to Master? I can take you to Fire Refining Starry Sky. She’s brewing a 9th Tier Mystic Pill right now—you could watch up close.”
As he spoke, Yan Zhen slipped an arm around Yu Shizun’s waist, drawing her close in an intimate embrace. She eyed the hand on her waist, shameful memories flooding her mind. Her heart clenched.
“W-wait!”
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
Yan Zhen halted the activation of his Star Shifting Fire Seal. Yu Shizun replied with utmost seriousness, “Since Lady Chen Xi is refining pills, I shouldn’t disturb her. It might distract her and cause a mishap.”
“You’re right. My oversight. Yu Shizun always thinks ahead.”
“As a Pill Refiner yourself, shouldn’t you know that better than I do?”
“Er… cough.”
Yu Shizun glanced once more at his hand on her waist, dimly grasping his little scheme. Her lovely face warmed.
“You can let go now.”
“Oh, right.”
Yan Zhen mouthed agreement but kept his grip, his arm snug around her slender waist. He even gave the soft flesh there a tentative pinch.
Her cheeks burned hotter. Without the veil, he’d have spotted the flush.
Seeing him push his luck, Yu Shizun channeled her power and gave a sharp shake.
“Ow!”
Yan Zhen yelped in pain, as if nipped by fire ants. He yanked his naughty hand back at once.
Yu Shizun gave a light huff, turned, and retreated into the tree hollow, ignoring the lecherous junior.
Yan Zhen scampered happily after her.
He had now reached the Mystic Ancestor Realm and needed to refine his seventh Extreme Flame to progress further. That flame was the Azure Sea Tide Birth Fire, eleventh on the Extreme Flame List—he’d need Yu Shizun’s help to acquire it.
