Chapter 60: Yan Zhen Goes Berserk
It was fortunate for a cultivator to refine even one Extreme Flame. Refining two was pushing it, but still manageable.
If the two flames were similar in power, they would balance each other out.
If their powers were vastly different, the stronger flame would dominate.
His was the second case. The Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire, ranked thirteenth, was far stronger than the hundredth-ranked Gold and Silver Fire, completely suppressing it.
Refining three Extreme Flames, however, was practically impossible.
The three flames would clash, their energies colliding, potentially causing the cultivator to explode.
Just like now.
The Gold and Silver Fire, the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire, and the Great Crimson Skyfire within him, each vying for dominance, one merging with his Mystic Power, one with his soul, one with his body, their volatile energies surging, making him feel like he was about to burst.
“Ugh…”
Blood-red patterns, formed by the Great Crimson Skyfire, spread across his skin, tempering his physique, while also causing him immense pain.
The Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire, transformed into a miniature dragon, coiled within his sea of consciousness, amplifying his desires, his rationality crumbling.
The Gold and Silver Fire rampaged through his meridians, expanding and strengthening them, his body brimming with power.
— I want to fight! I want to kill! I want to conquer! I want to… dominate!
He lifted his head from her embrace, his eyes, glowing red, filled with a berserker rage, fixed on her beautiful face. He felt an overwhelming urge to… ravage her, to break her.
And so he did.
His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her closer as he thrust against her.
She had anticipated this, offering no resistance, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling his head back down to her bosom, her gentle embrace absorbing his violent movements.
As his passion intensified, soft moans escaped her lips, echoing through the enclosed space, their sound like a siren’s song, fueling his twisted desires.
He withdrew slightly, flipping her over, his hands gripping her wrists, pulling them back as he continued his assault, his movements rough and forceful, each thrust filled with a primal aggression.
Her body responded to his touch, the pleasure intense, but her mind remained clear, her focus on him, observing his transformation.
“Zhen’er, don’t rush… I’m all yours…”
“Master… Master… Master…”
His face contorted, like a madman, his hands gripping her arms, controlling her body, his thrusts relentless, his essence filling her.
She arched her back, her head thrown back, a muffled cry escaping her lips.
The cold pool’s water, heated by the three Extreme Flames, evaporated, turning into a thick mist.
Amidst the swirling vapor, their two figures, one large, one small, were entangled, his grunts and her moans echoing through the chamber.
…
Outside the stone walls, in the other pool, a powerful surge of Mystic Power erupted.
The blood-red serpent phantom had transformed, its scales now shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow.
Within the translucent serpent’s body, the Serpent Queen lay still, her long, black hair floating around her.
A bright light flashed within her dantian, and the seven-colored serpent, moving slowly, merged back into her body.
Her eyelashes fluttered, then she opened her eyes, her pupils, now multicolored, holding a strange, otherworldly allure.
Boom!
The remaining water in the pool erupted like a geyser, and she stood amidst the cascading droplets, her beautiful face expressionless.
The scales on her hands had vanished, her ears no longer pointed, her skin, white as jade, shimmering with a faint, ethereal light, its purity contrasting with the otherworldly allure in her eyes.
She extended her arms, her body enveloped in a multicolored aura, her Mystic Sovereign power radiating outwards.
“Bloodline evolution… successful. Faster than expected…”
It was because both Master Chen Xi and her husband had helped her.
The thought brought a soft smile to her lips.
She composed herself, retrieving a form-fitting dress from her storage ring, covering her naked body.
…
She looked around, surprised to find the altar empty. Then she noticed the distant stone walls, steam billowing from within, faint moans echoing.
Having been a wife in her previous life, she instantly recognized the sounds, her initial joy at her successful evolution replaced by a surge of anger. Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue, taking advantage of her absence, were seducing him!
“…Do they think I’m that easy to fool? Hmph!”
She leaped, using her Mystic Sovereign’s ability to traverse the void, appearing above the stone walls, finding two figures entangled in a passionate embrace.
Two people? Yun Xiu or Jiu Youyue?
She chuckled coldly, then, with a wave of her hand, dispersed the obscuring mist, revealing the woman beneath Yan Zhen.
Silver hair, blue eyes, a breathtakingly beautiful face… it was Master Chen Xi, whom they both respected.
She was stunned, her eyes widening in disbelief, wondering if she was hallucinating.
Otherwise, why would Master Chen Xi be with her husband…?
She closed her eyes, circulating her Mystic Power, then opened them again.
The image remained unchanged. Master and disciple, entangled.
Her face paled.
“How is this possible… Master Chen Xi… why…?”
As she thought this, she suddenly noticed something amiss with Yan Zhen. His aura was chaotic and volatile, as if he had lost control.
She remembered his berserker episodes from their past life, her heart sinking. She quickly jumped down.
“Husband! Master Chen Xi!”
He ignored her, his movements relentless, his body pressing against Chen Xi’s.
Chen Xi’s eyes were glazed over, her expression dazed, her usually pristine body covered in marks, her lower abdomen a mess.
She clung to him, her legs, dangling on either side of his body, twitching with each thrust, her body seemingly limp and unresisting.
Hearing her daughter-in-law’s voice, Chen Xi stirred, her mouth opening to speak, but his sudden thrust cut her off, her words turning into a moan, her legs tensing, her body convulsing as she reached her peak.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged, her gentle caresses quickly lulling him back to sleep.
“…”
The Serpent Queen stared at them, speechless.
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