The group of Lotus Root People predictably carried Yan Zhen right before the Jialan Fairy, then began whining softly, as if announcing that they had completed their task.
On the vast Lotus Pod Platform, the Jialan Fairy sat on a prayer mat in her pristine white robes, resembling a holy mother. She flicked her finger, sending out a cluster of milky-white mystic power that transformed into a sacred white lotus. It spun and floated above the heads of the Lotus Root People, showering them with beautiful rays of light.
The Lotus Root People grew wildly excited. They casually dropped Yan Zhen and hopped after the white lotus, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Yan Zhen: “…”
He sat up beside his Saint Lord Master, but before he could even greet her, a white light enveloped him. His body shrank rapidly, just like the high school detective after swallowing APTX-4869, transforming from a strapping nineteen-year-old youth into a five-year-old boy.
Staring at his tiny hands and feet, Yan Zhen realized something was wrong. His Saint Lord Master usually only shrank him to around eight years old.
With that thought, Yan Zhen was suddenly scooped up and landed in the Jialan Fairy’s embrace. His legs were spread wide as he sat on her plump, resilient thighs, held firmly in place by her long, powerful arms. His little face was almost completely buried in the deep valley of her bosom.
Yan Zhen felt himself enveloped in softness and fragrance. He wasn’t immobilized—he just bounced wherever he moved.
Struggling to pull his head free, he met the gaze of the Jialan Fairy, who was looking down at him. She spoke in a soft, tone:
“If I don’t summon you, you’ll never come on your own, will you, Yan’er?”
Cold sweat beaded on Yan Zhen’s forehead.
“Uh, no, I-I was just about to come pay my respects to you, Saint Lord Master…”
“Then why did you go to Rain God Peak first? Is the Yu Shizun closer to you than your own master?”
The Jialan Fairy sounded annoyed as she spoke. Her jade finger pinched Yan Zhen’s five-year-old bottom hard, making him gasp in pain. He quickly explained:
“I-It was just convenient. I thought the Yu Shizun had something to discuss, so I stopped by Rain God Peak for a bit.”
“You stayed for a whole day. What did you do?”
“We just meditated together to stabilize our mystic power.”
The Jialan Fairy narrowed her eyes and pressed him.
“Yan’er, you have designs on the Yu Shizun, don’t you?”
Yan Zhen’s expression stiffened. Feeling guilty, he replied:
“I-I don’t.”
“Both the Yu Shizun and Shui Tiannü are incarnations of Lady Luo Shen. In their previous lives, to combat the Nether Evil God King, they even fused back into one… That’s probably why the Yu Shizun hasn’t awakened her past memories.”
“Is that so?”
Yan Zhen played dumb, though his mind conjured images of two other stunning beauties who resembled the Yu Shizun but differed vastly in temperament. A faint nostalgia welled up in his heart.
In his previous life, the Yu Shizun had been something like his half-protector, Shui Tiannü a wartime comrade, and Lady Luo Shen… well, there had been some ambiguous entanglements.
Though they were said to be one entity, they were effectively three distinct individuals, each with her own personality—the Yu Shizun aloof and ethereal, Shui Tiannü playful and lively, and Lady Luo Shen appearing as a divine maiden on the outside but airheaded within.
“Lady Luo Shen may have taken a liking to you, Yan’er, but Lady Luo Shen is Lady Luo Shen, and the Yu Shizun is the Yu Shizun. Don’t try to seduce her anymore. You’ve already claimed enough girls from the Yu Family. Don’t think you can walk all over them just because it’s a matrilineal clan full of women.”
—Seduce? That word didn’t quite fit, did it?
Yan Zhen broke into a light sweat but could only nod under his Saint Lord Master’s piercing gaze.
The Jialan Fairy stroked his little head and said flatly:
“What the Evil Consort said earlier—is it true, Yan’er?”
—Here it comes. I knew it.
Yan Zhen swallowed quietly and feigned ignorance.
“What do you mean, Saint Lord Master?”
“Don’t play dumb. Tell me what she did to you.”
“Well…”
“If you won’t say, I’ll just look for myself.”
“Wait, Saint Lord Master, I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”
Yan Zhen hurriedly stopped her. As the script described, his Saint Lord Master’s Spirit Mystic Force could release a person’s memories and dreams, essentially granting them a degree of spirituality so they manifested on their own.
After the Infant Spirit was captured, there was no need for interrogation—everything she knew came spilling out, including the times the Evil Consort had scared her into wetting herself.
Faced with his Saint Lord Master’s relentless questioning, Yan Zhen had no choice but to yield. He mumbled:
“Whatever my master did, the Evil Consort Master pretty much did too. Just short of that final step.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he felt his poor little bottom pinched again. He nearly yelped like Tom and immediately surrendered:
“Saint Lord Master, I know I was wrong. It won’t happen again—ow!”
He’d barely finished when she pinched him once more. Yan Zhen felt a bit aggrieved.
“Why twice?”
The Jialan Fairy chided him playfully:
“The first was for Chen Xi. She couldn’t bear to punish her naughty disciple, so I’ll do it for her.”
Yan Zhen was speechless and could only whimper inwardly.
But the Jialan Fairy wasn’t done with him:
“Were those things something you initiated, Yan’er, or did the Evil Consort?”
Yan Zhen answered softly:
“A bit of both. At first, I mistook her for my master…”
“So the Evil Consort used herself to replace Chen Xi?”
“Yeah.”
“…Sigh. In the end, she still got her way. In that case, I can’t afford to lose.”
The Jialan Fairy looked at Yan Zhen again, meeting his eyes calmly.
“Yan’er, whatever the Evil Consort did to you, I’m going to do it all too.”
Eh? Yan Zhen lost his composure in an instant:
“Saint Lord Master, that doesn’t seem right…”
“If the Evil Consort can, why can’t I?” The Jialan Fairy’s voice brimmed with resentment. “I came first—our master-disciple bond has lasted from our previous lives to now—yet that wicked woman of an Evil Consort outdid me. Is that how little you think of me, Yan’er?”
“No, no! How could I not cherish my Saint Lord Master? It’s just that I—mmph?”
The back of his head was pressed down, burying his cute little face in the snowy, soft flesh and muffling his words.
“If you cherish me, then behave.” The Jialan Fairy rarely showed such emotion. “I’m your master too. Since the Evil Consort took you, at least this little Yan’er belongs to me now.”
Little Yan’er blinked his eyes. The Jialan Fairy’s pure white dress seemed to come alive, parting at the collar down to her elbows of its own accord. Even the white embroidered dhoti beneath faded away.
The Ethereal Immortal Peak revealed its true form at last.
Yan Zhen stared blankly for a long moment before snapping back to reality. He swallowed reflexively and looked up into his Saint Lord Master’s gaze, full of merciful compassion like a Buddha’s. An inexplicable sense of guilt washed over him.
“Saint Lord Master…”
“Ah—”
“…”
“Ah—”
Under his Saint Lord Master’s expectant gaze, Yan Zhen finally gave in.
In that instant, the Jialan Fairy’s heart trembled violently. The compassion in her eyes swiftly turned to thick indulgence, nearly drowning Yan Zhen in the ocean of tenderness she had woven.
“Yan’er~”
Her intense call made Yan Zhen shyly close his eyes. His adorable expression sent her affection surging, on the verge of overflowing.
“You can go harder if you want. Boys should be full of energy.”
Yan Zhen didn’t dare utter a word, quietly playing the role of an obedient baby.
