“Burp~”
Yan Zhen rolled off to the side and lay flat on his back, letting out a massive, satisfied belch. A sweet, intoxicating aroma wafted from his mouth, stirring the heart.
Beside him, the Jialan Fairy’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed as she stared up at the bed canopy. The back of her left hand rested on her forehead while her right hand gently soothed her slightly twitching abdomen. Beneath her white skirt, her long jade legs were pressed tightly together, her ten toes curled tightly in an endearing way.
Seeing the Jialan Fairy like this, the Evil Consort was momentarily stunned. She thought to herself that Jialan was no less of a perverted nympho than Chen Xi. With scorn in her voice, she said, “You call this compensating Yan’er? You’re clearly the one enjoying it!”
The Jialan Fairy rolled over, wrapped her arms around Yan Zhen again, and nuzzled her face against him. She greedily inhaled his unique, blazing scent—like freshly distilled liquor that one couldn’t get enough of.
“Loving Yan’er is a joyful thing in itself. You’re the one who’s too cold, Evil Consort. Since you’re his master too, you should try warming up a bit. Yan’er is so very warm, isn’t he?”
Her final words were directed at Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen blinked his eyes a few times and gave a shy smile.
The Evil Consort was far too proud to accept such lecturing.
“How This Palace dotes on Yan’er is This Palace’s business. It’s not for you to point fingers. As for you, Jialan—all that fine talk, but in truth, you’re just like Chen Xi, harboring indecent thoughts about your own disciple. Shameless.”
The Jialan Fairy remained unmoved.
“You’re just jealous… Don’t get hung up on it, Evil Consort.”
“You’re the one hung up on it.” The Evil Consort suddenly reached out, snatching Yan Zhen back into her embrace. “Shrinking him down first before making your move—utterly depraved. This Palace will never allow you to defile Yan’er like this.”
The Jialan Fairy didn’t get angry. She simply shifted her body closer, sandwiching Yan Zhen between herself and the Evil Consort like a filling in a sandwich.
“You’re clearly quite fond of it yourself. Wouldn’t it be better to be honest?”
“This Palace’s affection is pure. It harbors not the slightest evil intent.” The Evil Consort spoke without a hint of blush or embarrassment, even trying to flick the Jialan Fairy’s hand away. “Stay away from This Palace, Jialan!”
“You’re going too far, Evil Consort. Yan’er doesn’t belong to you alone.” The Jialan Fairy had remained utterly calm from start to finish. “If anything, the shrunken Yan’er belongs only to me. You’re the one who should let go.”
“This is This Palace’s bedchamber. You barged in here and now you’re acting so brazen!”
“Who told you to bring Yan’er back? Otherwise, he’d be in my Bitter Sea Cave-Heaven right now.”
“Hmph. You can only sneak these little advantages when Chen Xi is away. What close friends? You’re just fake sisters.”
“Nonsense. I’m Yan’er’s master too, and doting on him is my duty. Even Chen Xi couldn’t object… You wicked woman, stirring up trouble again and again—don’t think I have no temper.”
The Evil Consort let out a cold laugh.
“What, do you want to throw down with This Palace? If you want a fight, This Palace is happy to oblige anytime.”
The Jialan Fairy’s expression remained as still as a placid ancient well.
“So, after taking the pill refined by Chen Xi and recovering to your peak state, that’s what gives you such confidence, Evil Consort?”
The two women lay on their sides atop the bed, dangerous glints flashing in their eyes as their gazes locked. Two waves of terrifying Saint Might crashed through the bedchamber like a tsunami, overwhelming everything. Granny Meng, guarding the entrance to the Consort God Palace, felt her heart palpitate. The Black Shadow Girl, far away in the Faceless Palace, broke out in a cold sweat. And the Yin Servants waiting nearby trembled in fear.
Fortunately, the Saint Might dissipated quickly—because Yan Zhen spoke up. He grabbed one hand from each side, rubbing against this one and then that one.
“Saint Lord Master, Evil Consort Master… please don’t fight. Okay? Otherwise, I’ll be sad~”
His words were so coy and wheedling, but under the glow of that adorable little face and those pure eyes, neither the Evil Consort nor the Jialan Fairy could refuse his plea.
Especially the Jialan Fairy—her platinum pupils had already morphed into heart shapes.
“Yan’er, don’t be sad. I promise you—I won’t fuss with the Evil Consort~”
“It’s This Palace who won’t fuss with you!” The Evil Consort snorted coldly before turning smug. “Yan’er will stay in the Dead City from now on, training under This Palace. Letting you have a little taste isn’t a big deal.”
“Not a chance. Yan’er still needs to body refine with me. Can you teach him that?”
“Why not?”
“You can be stubborn all you want—just don’t hold up Yan’er’s cultivation.”
“Yan’er’s body refining technique is the Primordial Dharma Body Atlas. It requires divine blood for cultivation, and This Palace can grant him the purest Evil God Blood!”
“The Evil God Bloodline contains the Mad Demon Factor. It can only be absorbed and refined after reaching the Fleshly Body Saint realm. Otherwise, it’ll lead straight to Qi Deviation. Giving him Evil God Blood now would be harming him.”
“Would This Palace ever harm Yan’er? Ridiculous. My Evil God Clan has our own secret arts to suppress the Mad Demon Factor!”
“Those secret arts are only temporary. Otherwise, the ancient Evil Gods wouldn’t have gone mad and been besieged by the other Nine Great God Clans, leading to the fall of your Evil God Clan.”
“You—”
Her dignity’s raw wound laid bare, the Evil Consort flew into a rage. She glared at the Jialan Fairy, about to retort, when Yan Zhen sealed her lips with his own. Her anger instantly melted away as she yielded to his passion.
Only after a good while did they part. The Evil Consort’s expression looked a bit odd, for Yan Zhen was still in his tiny shrunken form. The sensation was naturally quite different from before, leaving her momentarily unaccustomed.
Then Yan Zhen spoke in all seriousness.
“Evil Consort Master, don’t be angry. In the future, I’ll find a way to optimize the Evil God Bloodline and remove the Mad Demon Factor, so you can safely inherit the Evil God’s authority.”
Seeing how thoughtful and adorable he was, the Evil Consort smiled faintly.
“Good Yan’er. This Palace believes you can do it…”
In his previous life, Yan Zhen had actually tried, though the purification hadn’t been complete.
Even so, the Evil Consort still had faith in him—as long as she gave him time.
Unable to resist, she planted another kiss on Yan Zhen. Suddenly realizing he hadn’t returned to normal size yet, she felt a touch of embarrassment.
Only a shameless woman like Jialan would enjoy this sort of thing. As the noble descendant of the Evil Gods, she had no taste for it.
To cover her inner awkwardness, the Evil Consort deliberately coughed twice before speaking.
“Very well, then. Jialan, we’ll each take a step back. You teach Yan’er body refining, and This Palace will teach him to master the Death City Core. Half a month each, alternating. How about it?”
The Jialan Fairy was somewhat reluctant, but the Evil Consort was resolute. If she didn’t agree, things would drag on endlessly. With no other choice, she compromised.
“Very well, as you say.”
The two peerless beauties exchanged a glance, each viewing the other with disdain. They simply closed their eyes and snuggled against Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen slowly let out a breath of relief, thinking that the fuss had finally died down.
—Wait, no. It felt like he’d overlooked something.
As the thought crossed his mind, a scorching heat emanated from his chest. The crystal pendant automatically floated out from his collar, bursting into brilliant light. The figure of his beautiful master then materialized.
Seeing the black-and-white duo sandwiching her precious disciple, Chen Xi’s gaze was icy cold. Her tone carried a ghostly chill.
“You two have divided things up so neatly, completely ignoring me.”
With a soft humph, she seized the moment before the Evil Consort and Jialan Fairy could react. She teleported Yan Zhen straight into the Fire Refining Starry Sky and then dispersed her projection.
