Chapter 19: Refining the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire
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[Current Plot Progress – Chapter 287: Refining the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire]
[Acting Requirements: Successfully refine the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire with Master Chen Xi’s help.]
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As his Beautiful Sect Master spoke, the system issued the corresponding task. He immediately snapped out of his “spoiled child” mode, his mind focusing, responding to her kiss, adjusting his posture, then, after both his body and mind were prepared, lifted her hips, placing them on his lap.
Two soft moans echoed through the altar as they connected, their bodies forming a perfect, closed circuit.
Gray flames flickered around her body, and within her mouth, a grayish-black flame seed gradually formed, resembling a small dragon egg, its shell bearing a dragon-shaped mark.
With a gentle push of her tongue, she transferred the flame seed into his mouth.
He felt a burning sensation, as if he had swallowed a hot coal, nearly crying out. However, what followed was even more terrifying: a mental assault.
“Roar!”
A piercing dragon’s roar echoed in his mind, as if a giant dragon stood before him, its roar shaking his very soul.
The Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire’s mental invasion!
He immediately activated the Wind and Fire Runes within his sea of consciousness, forming a barrier to block the evil dragon’s intrusion.
The dragon roared, slamming against the barrier repeatedly, creating ripples.
Fortunately, the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire was suppressed by both his Beautiful Sect Master and the Fire Refining Starry Sky, its power greatly diminished. And he possessed the Emperor Flame Technique, which countered Extreme Flames, as well as the Ancestral Talisman Scripture, a soul cultivation technique, further aided by the medicinal bath’s effects. Even with his “Concealed-Manifest” Soul Realm, he wasn’t afraid of its mental assault.
However, besides its mental invasion, the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire also possessed the ability to manipulate hearts and minds, creating illusions.
The scene around him shifted.
A fierce battle raged atop a mountain. A familiar, elderly figure stood before him, his back to him, a sword, wielded by a middle-aged man in Cloud Heaven Palace robes, piercing his chest. The tip of the sword, emerging from his back, nearly touched Yan Zhen’s crossed arms, barely missing him.
“Grandfather…”
He couldn’t help but cry out.
The white-haired old man slowly turned, blood trickling from his lips, his voice weak as he used his last breath to say, “Run, Zhen’er.”
His heart clenched, an unbearable pain spreading through his body, his limbs weakening.
“No… Grandfather… No!!!”
He screamed in despair.
…
The scene changed again.
Amidst a desolate ruin, he knelt on the ground, holding the dying Jiu Youyue in his arms.
Her alluring body, like a shattered porcelain doll, cracked, her essence dissipating.
She reached out, her hand weakly caressing his face, her voice filled with emotion.
“…I… I never betrayed you… I love you, Yan Zhen… If there’s a next life… I want to be your wife…”
Bang!
Her body shattered, transforming into countless firefly-like lights, scattering in the wind.
He tried to grab them, but they slipped through his fingers, leaving no trace. He could only watch helplessly as she disappeared, his heart heavy with loss.
He had lost another important person.
…
Tears streamed down his face, his heart filled with sorrow, as he continued kissing Chen Xi, their eyes closed.
She sensed his change in emotions, immediately releasing his lips, pressing her forehead against his, her voice a gentle whisper in his mind.
“Zhen’er, stay strong! Don’t be deceived!”
“…”
He wasn’t being deceived. He was simply reliving events from his future.
But why… did he feel so heartbroken?
He was just playing a role. Yan Lie wasn’t his grandfather, and Jiu Youyue wasn’t his lover.
Memories, like a tidal wave, flooded his mind, overwhelming him.
— I am Yan Zhen, but not that Yan Zhen. I am me, not anyone else.
— No, I am Yan Zhen. Yan Zhen is me!
— No, no, I’m not… I’m…
Within his sea of consciousness, his consciousness, clutching his head, frowned.
The evil dragon reappeared, roaring, shattering his Wind and Fire Rune barrier, attempting to extinguish his consciousness, to take control of his body.
He suddenly lifted his head, his eyes blazing with a domineering light, his face contorted in a grimace.
“Get out!”
He raised his hand, the Wind and Fire Runes reappearing, intertwining, forming a net that trapped the dragon. Then, the Gold and Silver Fire condensed into a blazing sword, descending from the sky, piercing the dragon’s head.
The dragon roared in pain, its massive form fading, then shattering, reverting to its original form.
A miniature dragon, the size of a baby’s arm, its body wreathed in gray flames.
It slowly descended, landing obediently in his palm.
…
He opened his eyes, his vision slightly blurry, his mind still reeling.
“Congratulations, Zhen’er.” His Beautiful Sect Master’s voice brought him back to the present. “You’ve suppressed the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire’s consciousness. Now you just have to refine it.”
He blinked, looking at her beautiful face, a sudden surge of affection filling his heart.
He tightened his embrace, burying his face in her bosom, his voice filled with a strange panic.
“Master, don’t leave me.”
She was startled, then gently stroked his head, her voice a soft whisper against his ear.
“Don’t worry, Zhen’er. No matter what happens, I’ll always be with you.”
“Master…”
He lifted his head, kissing her, drawing strength from her, as he merged the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire with his cultivation technique’s core.
The gray flames circulated between their bodies, the medicinal bath gradually losing its color and its shimmering light.
…
After a day and a night, the flames finally subsided.
His cultivation technique’s core advanced, and his cultivation soared to the Ninth Star Mystic Scholar realm, then stabilized at the Seven Star.
A large amount of residual energy remained. Once fully refined, reaching the Ninth Star would be effortless.
He opened his eyes, his voice filled with joy.
“I did it, Master!”
She smiled brightly, as if sharing his joy.
“I always knew you could do it, Zhen’er.”
“It’s all thanks to you, Master. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Don’t underestimate yourself. Resisting the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire’s influence, even suppressing it… that was your own strength, Zhen’er.”
“Master…”
“Enough of that. You’ve exhausted yourself, Zhen’er. You need to recover.—Open your mouth. I’ll feed you.”
“Mmm.”
His mouth was filled with her… essence, and he closed his eyes, sucking the sweet, medicinal liquid, his body quickly recovering.
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