Category: They All Want to Be My Female Lead

Chapter 12: Healing in the Cave

The script described how Yan Zhen, seeing the aerial battle end, had immediately fled, fearing discovery by the two Mystic Lord realm dragons.

The safety of the two beautiful Mystic Lords wasn’t his concern. He was struggling to survive in the Demon Dragon Mountain Range himself.

But as he ran, he had stumbled upon the two injured women.

He hadn’t wanted to get involved, but seeing their weak breaths, their frail appearances like wilting flowers, he couldn’t help but feel sympathy. Gritting his teeth, he had rescued them.

In reality, he couldn’t just run around aimlessly, hoping to bump into them by chance. He had to find them quickly.

With his Soul Realm having reached the “Concealed-Manifest” stage, his Spiritual Perception range had extended to about three hundred meters. However, locating them in this vast mountainous region would still take some time.

And the two dragons had ordered the other Mystic Beasts to search for them. He had to be careful not to be discovered.

After an hour of searching, he finally found them at the waterfall mentioned in the script.

They were both drenched, their clothes clinging to their bodies, revealing their alluring curves, even the colors of their undergarments.

They lay side by side on the grassy bank, motionless, having apparently fainted after dragging themselves out of the water.

He scratched his head, recalling the script. He was supposed to find Jiu Youyue first, settle her down, then discover Yun Xiu the next day. Now they were both lying together…

Forget it, I’ll just save them both. This minor deviation shouldn’t affect the overall plot.

There was a spacious cave behind the waterfall. He easily located it with his Spiritual Perception.

He swallowed nervously, picking up Jiu Youyue, then, with a powerful leap, soared through the waterfall, entering the cave.

“Roar~”

A Mystic Beast’s growl echoed nearby. His heart skipped a beat. He placed Jiu Youyue on a flat stone platform, then rushed back out.

As he turned, Jiu Youyue, “unconscious and severely injured,” discreetly opened her eyes, biting her lip.

— He saved her first. Heehee~

Moments later, he returned, carrying the truly unconscious Yun Xiu. Jiu Youyue quickly closed her eyes.

He placed Yun Xiu beside Jiu Youyue, then rushed out again, scattering the poison powder Yi Xian’er had given him around the area, ensuring no Mystic Beasts would approach, before returning to the cave. He retrieved a glowstone for illumination, then ignited the Gold and Silver Fire, dispelling the dampness.

…

He finally had time to examine the two unconscious women.

Jiu Youyue was dressed in a green dress, the silk fabric clinging to her alluring curves, her neckline revealing a hint of her cleavage.

Her long legs, slender yet shapely, were incredibly attractive. He couldn’t help but imagine how pleasurable it would be to be wrapped in those legs.

In the script, he had indeed been captivated by her legs, their slightest touch sending him over the edge. If not for his… exceptional stamina, he might have been drained dry.

The unconscious Jiu Youyue, devoid of her usual Demon Realm temptress aura, looked like a beautiful, delicate woman, her pale face adding to her allure, evoking a protective instinct.

Yun Xiu, however, gave him a different feeling.

His attention wasn’t drawn to her beauty, but to her noble, ethereal aura.

He had sensed a similar aura from his Beautiful Sect Master, but she felt more like a motherly figure, while Yun Xiu gave him a feeling of first love, making his heart flutter.

He finally understood why the Yan Zhen in the script had fallen for her.

The Cloud Heaven Palace Grand Palace Master was wearing a moon-white dress, its sleeves detached, revealing her smooth, fair shoulders, the upper part of her bodice made of a translucent material, her collarbone clearly visible.

Her ample bosom strained against the fabric, seemingly as impressive as Xian’er’s, but with a more mature and voluptuous appeal.

Her slender waist, cinched by a sash, accentuated her curves, contrasting with her full breasts, rising and falling with each breath, a captivating sight.

Her clothes were slightly disheveled and torn, her porcelain skin marred by several bloody wounds, especially around her chest and ribs, where claw marks were evident.

They looked quite serious, but surely such injuries wouldn’t render a Mystic Lord unconscious, right?

His intuition was correct. Although her injuries were severe, she hadn’t fainted. She could have taken medicine and meditated to heal herself.

The reason she was unconscious was because Jiu Youyue had struck her with a palm attack after they fell into the water, disrupting her energy flow.

…

After comparing their injuries, he decided to treat Yun Xiu first.

He retrieved all his healing medicines from his storage ring, arranging the bottles and jars on the ground, then took a deep breath, reaching for her sash.

However, as he untied the knot, she stirred, her eyes fluttering open, her gaze meeting his.

He jumped in surprise, his movements freezing.

“Uh, y-you’re awake?”

She blinked, her gaze lowering to his hand on her sash.

He quickly withdrew his hand, explaining, “I-I didn’t mean anything! I just wanted to treat your injuries. You looked… seriously hurt. I thought you might be… in danger…”

Seeing his flustered expression, memories she had cherished for years flooded her mind, her heart fluttering. She lowered her gaze, her voice soft.

“I-I can do it myself.”

Her tone wasn’t cold and indifferent, as described in the script, but gentle and… almost shy.

He found it strange, but he nodded.

“Then… go ahead. The medicine is right here.”

Feeling the disruption in her energy flow, she frowned, trying to sit up, but she couldn’t move.

Her acupoints had been sealed?

She realized Jiu Youyue must have struck her with a paralyzing palm attack after they fell into the water.

She glanced at Jiu Youyue, finding her watching them with one eye open, a mischievous glint in it.

She felt a surge of anger and frustration, wanting to scold her, but she held back, not wanting to create a scene in front of Yan Zhen.

She closed her eyes, attempting to circulate her Mystic Power to break free, but it was futile. Instead, she aggravated her internal injuries, a pained moan escaping her lips.

Yan Zhen, about to turn away, stopped, his voice filled with concern.

“Fairy Sister, are you alright?”

Hearing that embarrassing nickname again, her cheeks flushed, her heart filled with a bittersweet warmth.

— No, she had already decided to let go of her feelings for him.

She pursed her lips, forcing her voice to sound cold and indifferent.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Go treat my junior sister.”

He looked at her, then nodded, turning away, approaching Jiu Youyue.

Chapter 11: The Cloud Heaven Sword Immortal and the Demon Realm Temptress

Clang!

Amidst the clouds, two massive beams of sword light, one green, one white, clashed fiercely, their sword energy tearing the air apart.

Mystic Lord realm experts could freely manipulate the surrounding world’s energy, allowing them to fly for extended periods and unleash attacks that could alter the weather, their power awe-inspiring.

However, compared to the script’s description, this battle seemed… restrained. They weren’t fighting at full strength.

This was strange.

The Ninth Sword Immortal and Jiu Youyue weren’t the same person.

The Ninth Sword Immortal’s real name was Yun Daiyue. She and Yun Xiu had grown up together, their bond deep and unbreakable. Jiu Youyue, on the other hand, was a temptress from the Demon Realm. She had killed Yun Daiyue, assumed her identity, infiltrated Cloud Heaven Palace, successfully stolen their treasured inheritance, and then defected.

Yun Xiu, upon learning the truth, had personally chased her down, leading to this confrontation.

They had been evenly matched, their battle ending in a draw, both severely injured.

The Mystic Lord realm clash had attracted the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire, which had unleashed its Beast King level flame slave to attack them.

Both women, heavily injured, had fled, eventually being rescued by Yan Zhen.

— That’s how the plot was supposed to unfold.

But now, their fight seemed… lackluster, lacking the intensity of a life-or-death struggle. It was more like a friendly spar between fellow disciples.

At this rate, even if they were ambushed by the Beast King, they wouldn’t be severely injured.

And if they weren’t severely injured, he wouldn’t have the opportunity to rescue them.

And if he didn’t rescue them, he wouldn’t be able to “borrow” their strength to defeat the flame slave and obtain the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire.

One small change could affect the entire story.

As for his first love and his first… intimate experience, those were secondary concerns.

[Ding! Key Plot Point Activated.]

[Current Plot Progress: Chapter 225 – The Battle Between the Cloud Heaven Sword Immortal and the Demon Realm Temptress.]

[Acting Requirements: Observe the aerial battle, then rescue the two injured women.]

[Completion Rate: 0%.]

The system had issued the task, but all he could do now was wait and see.

…

Above the clouds, the two women clashed swords, then separated, their gazes locked in a silent standoff.

“Jiu Youyue, you’re reborn too, aren’t you?”

“Guess~”

“If you’re reborn, you should know that the Demonic Consort won’t honor her promise and grant you freedom. Why are you still working for her, stealing Cloud Heaven Palace’s treasured inheritance?”

“Do you want me to stay at Cloud Heaven Palace, Sister? Don’t forget, I’m not Yun Daiyue, the one who grew up with you. I’m Jiu Youyue, the Demon Realm Temptress. You should be seeking revenge.”

“I already avenged Daiyue in my previous life.”

“Heehee, after all you’ve experienced, you’re still so pure and kind, Sister. No wonder that boy loves you so deeply. I’m so envious. Unlike me… Even after taking his… everything, I couldn’t win his heart. I could only cling to him in my final moments, hoping he would remember me… I wonder… did he really remember me? Sigh~”

“He… Yan Zhen remembers you. He keeps your belongings with him. He even placed a memorial tablet for you in his ancestral hall. It reads…”

“—What does it read?”

“Beloved Jiu Youyue.”

“R-really? You’re not lying, Sister~”

“No.”

“So… did you two… end up together in the end?”

“…”

“I guess not? I told him to reconcile with you before I died. That stubborn boy…”

“It wasn’t his fault. It was me. I couldn’t face him.”

“You two are equally stubborn. Well, you better seize this opportunity, Sister. Otherwise, I’ll make Little Zhenzhen mine.”

“I’ve already instructed General Huangfu and Wenqing to go to Martial Tang City to change the marriage agreement, making him marry into Cloud Heaven Palace. He’ll be Wenqing’s husband, my son-in-law. Nothing will happen between us.”

“Are you trying to distance yourself from him, Sister?”

“I just… don’t want to repeat the mistakes of my past life. I don’t want him to resent Cloud Heaven Palace. And… there’s nothing between us now.”

“That’s great! Since you’re not interested, Sister, I’ll take your share, creating an even more romantic encounter than our previous life. How about… falling from the sky and landing on him? What do you think, Sister?”

“…Do as you please. Just don’t go back to the Demon Realm.”

“I can’t promise that. I have my own responsibilities.”

“Why are you still serving the Demonic Consort? The more you help her, the faster she recovers. Once she’s fully recovered, she’ll absorb you all back into her.”

“Don’t waste your breath, Sister. I won’t change my mind. Instead of worrying about me, you should focus on your own feelings for him. Deceiving yourself won’t lead to a happy ending. You’ve already missed your chance once. If you miss it again, you’ll never forgive yourself.”

— Roar!

A deafening roar echoed through the sky, their expressions changing. Here it comes.

Two dark figures, like bolts of lightning, shot towards them, attacking without warning.

They turned, their swords raised, their sword energy blocking the sneak attack.

Clang!

Claws clashed against sword energy, sparks flying.

They were two winged dragons, their bodies resembling lizards, covered in tough scales, their foreheads bearing twisted demonic fire imprints, indicating they were under the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire’s control.

It had been these dragons that had ambushed them in their weakened state in her previous life, worsening their injuries, causing them to faint upon landing, leading to their “discovery” by Yan Zhen.

And the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire had even tried to turn them, two Mystic Lords, into its flame slaves, ordering the other Mystic Beasts in the mountains to hunt them down.

Yan Zhen, to protect them, had fought countless powerful beasts alone, nearly losing his life.

This time, they were prepared. They wouldn’t be as vulnerable.

And with their reborn knowledge and experience, their true strength now surpassed their past selves.

Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue, back to back, exchanged glances, then launched their counterattack.

…

A new battle erupted in the sky, two women against two dragons, the clash of four Mystic Lords even more awe-inspiring.

Yan Zhen could only hide behind a large tree, observing the terrifying spectacle.

As expected, the two dragons were no match for them, forced to retreat.

He knew it was wrong, but he secretly cheered for the dragons.

Come on, dragon bros! Show some spirit! Give me a chance to be a hero!

The dragons roared, their cries echoing through the mountains.

Then, Tier 5 Mystic Beasts from the core region arrived, one after another, soaring into the sky, surrounding the two women.

There were ten Tier 5 Mystic Beasts, their strength ranging from low-star to high-star.

The tide turned. Facing two Tier 6 Mystic Beasts and ten Tier 5 Mystic Beasts, they were gradually overwhelmed.

After slaying five Tier 5 beasts, they were both struck by the dragons’ sneak attacks, their injuries worsening. They had no choice but to flee.

Yan Zhen, activating his Spiritual Perception, followed their descent, racing towards their landing site.

Chapter 10: Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue

Although he had been mentally prepared, Yan Zhen couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness after Yi Xian’er left.

Ever since meeting her, he had felt a strange familiarity towards her, never minding her clinginess, as if they had already lived through this story once before.

He wasn’t sure if he truly loved her or was simply attracted to her body, but he knew she was important to him.

He composed himself, getting out of bed, washing up, and eating breakfast, then activated his Star Shifting Fire Seal, entering the crystal space.

His Beautiful Sect Master, as always, was meditating, but he knew she had probably been waiting for him. After all, he had collected all nine demonic fire imprints three days ago.

“Sorry for making you wait, Master.”

Chen Xi opened her eyes, her expression calm.

“Come here, Zhen’er.”

He shuffled closer, still sitting cross-legged.

“Closer.”

He blinked, moving closer until his knees touched hers.

She reached out, gently stroking his head.

“Cheer up, Zhen’er. At least I’ll always be with you.”

“Master…” He looked up at her, her beautiful smile easing his melancholy. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Silly boy, it’s normal for a master to worry about her disciple. Don’t overthink it. In your current state, searching for the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire is dangerous.”

The Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire was skilled at manipulating hearts and minds. If his spirit was unstable, he could easily be branded with its demonic imprint, becoming its slave.

“Calm your emotions first, Zhen’er.”

“I understand, Master.”

“Then lie down. I’ll give you a head massage. It will help you relax.”

“O-okay.”

He obediently rested his head on her lap, closing his eyes, enjoying the softness of her thighs and the gentle pressure of her fingers against his scalp.

“How does it feel, Zhen’er? It’s been a while since I’ve given you a massage. I hope my skills haven’t gotten rusty.”

“It feels as good as always. My whole body is relaxed.”

“Good.”

“Thank you, Master~ Mmm! M-master, not my ears…”

“Heehee, your ears are so cute, Zhen’er. Small and delicate, like a girl’s.”

She played with his ears, pinching and rubbing them, her touch playful.

His ears were one of his weaknesses. Her touch sent shivers of pleasure through him, his expression melting.

“Master…”

“Don’t you like it? I can stop, hmm?”

“N-no, I like it.”

/(//o/ω/o//)/

She chuckled, leaning down, her lips brushing his in a soft kiss.

He, as if trained, instinctively opened his mouth, his tongue seeking hers.

She hadn’t intended to go further, but his eagerness ignited her desires. The gentle kiss deepened, their passion growing with each passing moment.

It had been over a month since their last intimacy. Their desires, easily ignited, intensified with each kiss, leaving them unsatisfied.

She reluctantly released his tongue, her hands cupping his face, her voice filled with emotion.

“Zhen’er, let me… help you stabilize your spirit, strengthen your mind, through dual cultivation. Okay?”

His mind clouded by their kiss, he nodded, agreeing to whatever she said.

She smiled, clapping her hands. A stone bed rose from the altar, and her near-Profound Realm Spiritual Power materialized, transforming into curtains, blankets, and pillows. Her black dress also changed, replaced by a sexy black silk nightgown.

She pulled him into her arms, kissing him as she unfastened his belt.

By the time their lips parted, he was naked, like a lamb waiting to be devoured. One strap of her nightgown had slipped off her shoulder.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down, her long silver hair cascading down her back.

He fell against her, his face buried in the valley between her breasts.

“Master…”

She stroked his head, her eyes filled with love.

“Good boy, Zhen’er. I’ll be gentle.”

…

…

After their dual cultivation session, with her help, he merged the nine demonic fire imprints, forming a spark of the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire, resonating with the main flame.

Closing his eyes, he could now visualize the flame’s location. As described in the script, it was in an underground cavern within the Demon Dragon Mountain Range’s core region.

The core region was inhabited by Mystic King and Mystic Lord realm Mystic Beasts. With his current cultivation, reaching the flame’s location would be incredibly difficult.

Of course, he had to go. His first love and his first… intimate experience from the script were waiting for him. He wondered if they had arrived yet.

…

He left the crystal space, returning to the tent, quickly packing his belongings.

His destination: the Demon Dragon Mountain Range’s core region.

He was currently at the border between the outer and middle layers. To reach the core region, he had to traverse the entire middle layer.

Without Yi Xian’er, even dealing with Tier 3 Mystic Beasts would be challenging. He could only flee from Tier 4 beasts.

It took him ten days to cross the middle layer.

He encountered several dangers, relying on Starry Sky Dance to escape.

The technique allowed him to fly for short periods. Mystic Beasts below Tier 5, unless they possessed flight capabilities, couldn’t catch him.

Fortunately, the bird-type Mystic Beasts of the Demon Dragon Mountain Range were concentrated on the eastern and western edges, not in the middle layer. Otherwise, he would have been screwed.

…

“Phew…”

He crouched by a stream, scooping water into his mouth, soothing his dry throat.

The closer he got to the core region, the stronger the Mystic Beasts became. He was now encountering mostly Tier 3 and above. He had to avoid them, fleeing at the first sign of trouble. Engaging them would only attract more and stronger beasts.

He had just been chased for miles by two not-so-bright wolves.

“They should be fighting soon, right?”

He looked up at the sky, searching for signs of battle.

In the script, after being chased by the wolves into the core region, he had encountered two beautiful Mystic Lords battling in the clouds.

The clash had been earth-shattering–

Boom!

A thunderclap echoed through the sky, clear skies suddenly turning dark with storm clouds, a powerful wind whipping up, sending debris flying.

“Here we go!”

He was excited, shielding his eyes from the wind and sand, straining his vision. He finally spotted their figures.

One in white, the other in green.

The one in white was the Grand Palace Master of Cloud Heaven Palace, the Gallo Kingdom’s National Preceptor, and Huangfu Wenqing’s respected master, Yun Xiu.

The other was the Cloud Heaven Palace’s Ninth Sword Immortal, Yun Xiu’s junior sister, Jiu Youyue.

Their auras clashed, creating waves of Mystic Power that rippled through the air.

Chapter 9: Behind You

The river was about ten feet wide, its banks lined with dense vegetation, except for the area where Yan Zhen and Yi Xian’er stood, a jumble of rocks piled at their feet.

“Wait here for a bit, Xian’er. I’ll prepare something.”

“Prepare?”

He scanned the area, using the glowstone for illumination, then chose a boulder taller than himself. He kicked it.

The boulder soared through the air, landing in the river with a loud splash.

He repeated the process, kicking six boulders into the river, three upstream and three downstream, creating a simple dam, forming a small pool in the center.

Whoosh.

He summoned the Gold and Silver Fire, tossing a flame into the pool. The cold river water instantly heated up, steam rising, transforming into a hot spring.

He returned to her, smiling. “It’s too cold. And you’re injured. Bathing in cold water wouldn’t be good… This should be better.”

She felt a warmth spread through her heart. “Let’s go in together.”

He nodded.

…

They turned their backs to each other, removing their clothes, wrapping towels around themselves.

They turned simultaneously, their gazes meeting, a flicker of desire in their eyes.

She reached for his hand, interlacing her fingers with his. When he returned her grip, a sweet smile curved her lips.

They walked to the riverbank. She dipped her toes into the water, testing the temperature, her movements childish, before stepping in. He smiled, following her.

The water was crystal clear. He could see the smooth pebbles lining the riverbed. Walking on them felt like a foot massage, incredibly relaxing.

They reached the center of the pool, the water reaching their chests.

She hesitated, then untied her towel, her ample bosom bouncing free, creating ripples on the water’s surface.

One hand clutching the towel, the other covering her breasts, her cheeks flushed, she explained, “It’s uncomfortable to bathe with a towel on. Take yours off too, Yan Zhen~”

He blushed, nodding, untying his towel. She took it from him.

She folded both towels neatly, placing them on a nearby boulder.

Now they were both naked, the clear water, even after being heated, offering no concealment. Only the dim moonlight shielded their modesty.

They had bathed together many times at Elegant Courtyard, naked, even engaging in almost-intimate acts during her treatment, but they were still nervous, their hearts pounding, like a young couple on their first date at a love hotel. The atmosphere was different.

They both knew what was about to happen, but they pretended not to, scooping water onto themselves, gently washing their bodies, their gazes lingering on each other.

“How are your injuries, Xian’er?”

He broke the silence first.

She turned to face him, shyly opening her arms, revealing her body to him.

“See for yourself.”

He swallowed, carefully examining her wounds, relieved to find they had healed, leaving no scars.

“That’s good.”

“My external injuries are healed, but I still have internal injuries.”

“Internal injuries?” His expression changed, and he grabbed her shoulders. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Where does it hurt?”

She bit her lip, her lips curving into a slight smile, her purple-black eyes fixed on him.

“Here.” She placed his hand on her heart.

He frowned, about to check her pulse, then realized what she meant. He rolled his eyes.

“Don’t joke about something like that.”

“I’m not joking.” She held his hand against her chest. “My heart is beating too fast. It hurts. You need to… massage it.”

She leaned closer, her eyes reflecting his image, her breath quickening.

“Xian’er…”

Under her intense gaze, his heart also quickened, his body warming. He leaned in, their lips meeting.

They pressed closer, their kiss deepening, their passion threatening to break through their last barrier.

She pulled away, her hand gripping his, shaking her head.

“Not here… behind.”

She turned, her hands resting on the boulder, her slender waist bending, her hips rising, her gaze meeting his, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with desire.

“Yan Zhen… make love to me~”

…

An hour later, he carried her, her body limp and pliant, back to the tent, laying her down, pulling the blanket over them.

She nestled against him, her head resting on his arm, falling asleep peacefully.

— She had finally given herself to him. Although it was only… halfway, it still filled her with happiness.

…

He woke up before dawn, but she had already woken up, greeting him with a sweet “good morning” the moment he opened his eyes.

He stroked her hair, his voice gentle.

“Why are you awake so early? Couldn’t sleep?”

She lowered her head, her cheeks flushing.

“I had a dream… and I woke up.”

He felt a pang of anxiety.

“What kind of dream?”

She mumbled, “I… I dreamed that you… you were… doing it to me again. And no matter how much I begged, you wouldn’t stop… And I was… acting so strange, like a… a… slut. And then I woke up.”

He was mortified. It had been his first time experiencing that particular… position. He had gotten a bit carried away.

“Xian’er, are you… are you okay?”

Her cheeks burned even brighter. She had never imagined she would act so… wantonly.

She had mocked Ji Ya for her unrestrained moans during the treatment, but now she understood. It was involuntary.

And that was just from… behind. If it had been… from the front, she would have been even more unrestrained than Ji Ya.

“I’m fine.” She whispered. “It doesn’t hurt much anymore.”

“Then rest a bit longer.”

“Okay.”

…

He didn’t rush to find the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire, and she didn’t rush to leave. They spent three blissful days in the tent, like a honeymoon.

Tomorrow was the full moon.

The night of the full moon, the hour of heaviest Yin energy, her Yin Body would definitely erupt. She wasn’t confident she could control it.

She had to leave him before then.

…

That night, after a passionate session, she lay limply in his arms, her breath shallow, her fragrance masking the scent of their lovemaking.

He caressed her back, soothing her, his voice gentle.

“Let’s stop here for tonight. It’s getting late. Time to sleep.”

She closed her eyes, murmuring in agreement, then lifted her breasts, offering them to him, her voice a soft whine.

“Bite them.”

He kissed them tenderly, then buried his face between them.

She wrapped her arms around his head, her fingers threading through his hair, sighing contentedly, then closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

…

On the fifteenth day after entering the mountains, she quietly left before he woke up, leaving behind a note.

Chapter 8: You’re Important to Me Too

After her mother’s death, Yi Xian’er had been alone, relying on poison to protect herself.

Until Yan Zhen barged into her life.

The mischievous boy had not only stolen her hard-earned treasures but also touched her innocent body. Her hatred for him had reached five stars. For a while, she had even dreamed of killing him.

However, when she saw him again, she had been surrounded by the Wild Gang.

In her moment of desperation, he had drawn the enemies away, allowing her to escape.

One grudge, one act of kindness, cancelling each other out. They were even.

But he had persisted, clinging to her, even interfering in her battles with Mystic Beasts, helping her repeatedly, impossible to shake off.

She had never met anyone like him before, unafraid of her poison, unafraid of her Yin Body. She had initially assumed he was a lecherous pervert, only to find out he wanted her to guide him through the miasma-infested regions, searching for clues to the Extreme Flame.

When he had sincerely said, “Only your Yin Body can help me,” she couldn’t deny feeling a surge of joy.

Her cursed Yin Body, for the first time, had been acknowledged.

Thus, they had become partners, exploring the Demon Dragon Mountain Range for over half a month, facing countless dangers, saving each other repeatedly, supporting each other through thick and thin.

She was at the age of first love.

Unknowingly, her heart, closed off for so many years, had opened, his image imprinted upon it.

She had begun to believe that perhaps she too could be like other girls, having a beloved by her side, sharing her joys and facing her challenges together.

Then her Yin Body had erupted, and she had lost control, nearly killing him.

In that moment, she had realized once again that she was a monster, unworthy of happiness.

So she had left him, following her mother’s dying wish, traveling to the Closed Moon Kingdom, entering the Yin Spirit Valley, becoming a monster, as fate had decreed.

Unexpectedly, a few years later, she had reunited with her first love.

By then, she had become the cold and ruthless “Queen of a Thousand Yins,” her hands stained with blood. But he had treated her as he always had, even though he had cultivated the Yang Body, incompatible with her Yin Body, even enduring the pain to embrace her, once again acknowledging and accepting her existence.

Her closed-off heart had reopened, and she had fallen hopelessly in love with him.

The sunny boy had become her everything, the reason for her existence…

Even though they couldn’t be together, her love for him had never wavered, only growing stronger.

After being reborn, she no longer wanted to hide her love. So she had pursued him relentlessly.

Abandoning her pride, she had shamelessly showered him with affection.

Whether or not he reciprocated.

That was her heart’s desire.

…

He drifted through a hazy dream, witnessing their entire story, from their first meeting to their deepening bond. The final scene was her smiling face, offering her blessings at his wedding.

He could clearly see the pain and sadness hidden beneath her beautiful facade.

She had confessed her love to him! She loved him!

“Xian’er!”

He jolted awake, sitting up, gasping for breath.

He looked around. He was still in the tent. He sighed, his body exhausted.

He felt a wave of dizziness, rubbing his forehead. He suddenly realized he couldn’t sense her presence.

Normally, even if she was awake, she would stay in bed with him, or she would be preparing breakfast.

He quickly opened the tent flap, not finding her outside. The wind, stirred by his movements, dislodged a small note from her pillow.

I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry. Rest well. I have a surprise for you. – Love, Xian’er

“Be back soon”? Could it be…

His expression changed. He scrambled out of the tent, checking the miniature dragon’s location, comparing it to the map, searching for the Tier 4 Mystic Beast’s lair!

It was already noon. She must have arrived long ago. He prayed she was safe!

He had never felt this panicked before. He didn’t understand why, but the thought of her being in danger filled him with anxiety.

…

He hadn’t gone far when he spotted a familiar figure in the distance. He ran towards her, nearly colliding with her before stopping, gasping for breath, his eyes scanning her.

Her clothes were torn in several places, her body covered in minor wounds, her face dirty. She looked exhausted.

She was holding a beast’s head, the head of the Tier 4 Mystic Beast controlled by the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire.

“You’re awake, Yan Zhen? How are you feeling?” She asked with concern. “I already obtained the final demonic fire imprint. You can rest a bit longer.”

He didn’t answer, his gaze fixed on her, filled with distress.

She averted her gaze, feeling guilty.

“Are you angry? I-I’m fine. These are just minor injuries. Some ointment will fix them.”

“…”

“Come on, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again~”

He gently pulled her into his arms.

“You’re important to me too.”

Was… was that a response to her confession last night? She gasped, the beast’s head slipping from her grasp, her arms hesitantly wrapping around him, her chin resting on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

“Mmm, I know.”

…

He extracted the demonic fire imprint from the beast’s head, absorbing it into the Fire Refining Starry Sky, completing his collection. They returned to the tent.

She removed her clothes, sitting on the mat, her arms cupping her breasts, her cheeks flushed.

He retrieved his ointments, meticulously applying them to her wounds.

After finishing her back, he moved to her front, gently pushing her arms aside, continuing to apply the medicine.

Her face burned with embarrassment, her gaze downcast.

After he finished, her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, met his, filled with a longing to be cherished.

He kissed her forehead, then helped her lie down, pulling the blanket over her, concealing her alluring body.

“Rest for a while. We’ll talk about other things later.”

She clutched the blanket, nodding obediently.

…

He hadn’t fully recovered, so he meditated beside her until dusk.

Seeing her still asleep, he quietly left the tent, preparing dinner.

As the soup simmered, she emerged, fully dressed, sitting beside him.

“It smells delicious~”

“I added fresh meat… I used the Gold and Silver Fire to remove the Demon Dragon’s aura from it.”

“You can do that? That’s amazing~”

He smiled, filling two bowls, and they ate together.

…

After dinner, she pursed her lips, her voice soft.

“Let’s… take a bath.”

He was startled, sensing the implication in her words, but he nodded.

She smiled shyly, taking his arm, and they walked towards the nearby river.

Chapter 7: Yi Xian’er’s Confession

The boy and girl, exhausted after a night of passionate activities, lay nestled together beneath the warm blanket, sound asleep.

Midnight, the hour of heaviest Yin energy, the crescent moon hidden behind dark clouds.

Yan Zhen, in his sleep, felt a chill emanating from Yi Xian’er in his arms. His Fire Mystic Power instinctively activated, maintaining his body temperature.

The clash between hot and cold created an uncomfortable dampness, rousing him from his slumber.

The chill was coming from Yi Xian’er.

She lay on her side, her head resting on his arm, one arm wrapped around his waist. Her neckline, freed from its fastenings, gaped open, her breasts pressed against his ribs, flattened into thick, fleshy pancakes. Faint Yin energy emanated from her body, attempting to invade his, but his Mystic Power, infused with the Gold and Silver Fire, repelled it.

Their points of contact were damp and sticky, not from their earlier intimacy, but from the condensation created by the clash of Yin and Yang energies.

— This is a sign of an impending Yin Body outburst!

His heart skipped a beat. He fully woke up, forcing his numb arm, which had been serving as her pillow, to move, shaking her gently.

“Xian’er, wake up! Xian’er!”

He called her name several times, but she didn’t respond, her body cold as ice, trembling, her face pale as a sheet.

She pressed closer, seeking the warmth of his body.

He pulled her into a tight embrace, wrapping both blankets around them, then circulated his Mystic Power, raising his body temperature, transferring the heat to her through their bare skin.

He sweated profusely, his head starting to spin, but her trembling finally stopped.

He slowly deactivated his Mystic Power, sighing with relief, his gaze filled with concern as he looked at her, still asleep.

His worst fear had come true. Her frequent use of her Yin Body’s power had triggered a premature outburst.

But he couldn’t blame her.

He felt a wave of exhaustion, sighing softly, then closed his eyes again.

…

When he woke up again, she was already awake, but she didn’t get up, remaining curled in his arms, her eyes gazing at him intently, a faint smile curving her lips. She seemed happy.

“Why are you holding me so tightly?”

He blushed, trying to extract his hand from under her arm, but the sensation in his palm startled him.

Warm, soft, bouncy, his fingers wrapped around a small, firm mound, its gentle pulsation palpable beneath his touch.

He instinctively squeezed, and she moaned softly, her cheeks flushing crimson, her purple-black eyes filled with desire.

“You said you didn’t like them~”

He was mortified.

“It was an accident.”

“An accident that lasted all night?” She bit her lip. “And you were squeezing so hard… You even left marks.”

“…Sorry.” He said, “Can you… lift your arm? I can’t… get my hand out.”

She didn’t move, her face still flushed. “I want a good morning kiss.”

He scratched his cheek. He wanted to say, No, you don’t, but with his hand still cupping her breast, he couldn’t maintain the act. He turned, his lips capturing hers.

Her heart fluttered. They kissed deeply, their tongues entwining, until they were both breathless.

She gazed at him, her eyes filled with love and longing, her expression both innocent and seductive, a hint of “juice extractor” energy emanating from her.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He was already aroused, and further stimulation would definitely lead to a “morning workout.”

“It’s getting late. Let’s get up, okay?”

“Okay~”

…

During their exploration that day, he took the lead, drawing Raikiri whenever they encountered a Mystic Beast, engaging it in battle, specifically instructing her not to interfere, claiming he wanted to train.

She was puzzled. He had been so eager to find the Extreme Flame before, why was he suddenly interested in training? But she didn’t question him, simply watching him fight, ensuring his safety.

However, his efforts were futile. That night, as they slept, he was once again awakened by the cold.

Her body was icy, trembling as she snuggled against him. Even with his Mystic Power barrier, he felt a bone-chilling coldness. He could only activate the Gold and Silver Fire, carefully countering it.

He held her tightly, his warm hands rubbing her back, his cheek pressed against her forehead, using his body heat to warm her.

…

Dawn arrived.

He opened his eyes, finding her, as she had been yesterday morning, gazing at him intently, her eyes sparkling.

She was clearly happy.

Because he had held her again.

Even if it wasn’t intentional, it was a subconscious action while he slept.

This meant he was becoming more accepting of her, closer to her.

This emotional closeness pleased her more than any physical intimacy.

Of course, this didn’t mean she disliked… intimate activities. She just preferred them to be filled with love.

Like now, his hand had slipped under her arm, his fingers firmly grasping her breast.

She “threatened” him playfully.

“Good morning kiss.”

He sighed, his lips claiming hers.

Satisfied with their morning intimacy, she even had two extra bowls of soup during breakfast.

…

He continued to prevent her from participating in battles that day, but things didn’t go smoothly. The flame slave was too powerful. Without her help, he was struggling, constantly on the verge of being overwhelmed.

Although he was confident in his ability to handle it alone, she ignored his instructions, intervening whenever he was in danger, utilizing her Yin Body’s power.

As a result, that night, the Yin energy emanating from her body was even stronger, making it even more difficult for him to resist.

After all, he was only a Mystic Scholar.

But he couldn’t ignore her suffering. Every time he saw her in pain, his heart ached.

The bone-chilling coldness pierced his skin like needles. He endured the discomfort, circulating his Mystic Power, activating the Gold and Silver Fire, then pulled her into his arms.

In his warm embrace, her body gradually warmed, her trembling subsiding.

…

This continued for several days.

To keep her warm, he expended a significant amount of Mystic Power, leaving him exhausted. He slept late every morning.

She didn’t mind. She stayed in bed with him until he woke up, then demanded her “good morning kiss.”

…

Ten days after entering the mountains, they had successfully collected eight demonic fire imprints. Only one remained.

According to the script, the final imprint was on a Tier 4 Mystic Beast. They were supposed to retreat and find another flame slave, but the beast, its senses sharp, had detected their presence and attacked them.

They had fought, but they were no match for it.

He had been about to follow his Beautiful Sect Master’s instructions, infusing the Gold and Silver Fire into the Mystic Tool Embryo and detonating it, creating an opportunity to escape, but Yi Xian’er had unleashed her Yin Body’s power, her cultivation temporarily reaching near-Mystic King level. Together, they had slain the flame slave.

It was this use of her Yin Body’s power that had triggered a massive outburst the night before the full moon, an outburst so powerful that she had lost control, nearly killing him, forcing her to leave before he could find the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire.

Now, reborn, she wouldn’t lose control.

A Tier 4 Mystic Beast might be difficult to deal with, but she could still control her power below the Mystic King realm.

Therefore, this time, she could stay with him until they found the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire.

The thought made her happy.

…

Inside the tent, she patted his shoulder.

“We should be able to find the final demonic fire imprint tomorrow.”

He looked at her, his voice quiet.

“I hope so.”

“Let’s get some rest. We’ll set off early tomorrow!” She pulled him down, snuggling into his arms, her voice a soft whine. “Hold me while we sleep tonight.”

He stroked her hair, smiling gently, nodding.

His tenderness, however, made her feel shy.

“What’s wrong, Yan Zhen?”

“Nothing. Go to sleep.” He whispered, “I actually… really like holding you while we sleep. A girl’s body… it’s so soft and warm. It’s more comfortable than a blanket. And you smell so good.”

“Then why did you refuse before?”

“…I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

Hmm~ She seemed pleased with his answer. She bit her lip.

“It’s okay if you can’t control yourself. If you really… need it, I can… give you my back.”

“!!!”

— Don’t say such provocative things at a time like this!

He nearly lost his composure, glaring at her.

“I’m not that desperate.”

“So… just biting is enough?”

“Mmm, mmm.”

“Then… can I give them to you now?”

“No, thank you.”

“Really?”

“Go to sleep!”

“Heehee. You can… secretly bite them after I fall asleep~”

“…”

“Yan Zhen.”

“What?”

She kissed him softly on the lips.

“Goodnight kiss~”

“…”

He thought for a moment, then kissed her cheek.

“Goodnight.”

Her heart filled with sweetness, she closed her eyes, snuggling closer.

Silence descended, but he didn’t sleep. He focused his mind, circulating his Mystic Power, preparing to resist the Yin energy emanating from her body.

…

Midnight. She fell into a deep sleep, and the gray-black Yin energy, escaping her control, surged towards him.

Even with the Gold and Silver Fire, he nearly froze.

The Yin energy’s intensity was approaching the Mystic General realm, while his Gold and Silver Fire’s maximum power was only at the Mystic Scholar level.

Fortunately, this was just a small amount of uncontrolled Yin energy, despite its high intensity. He could barely handle it.

The script described how, during her Yin Body outburst, her power had reached the high-star Mystic King realm, nearly reaching the Mystic Lord realm. If he hadn’t fled quickly, with his Beautiful Sect Master’s help, he wouldn’t have survived.

“…”

— So cold! Can I really handle this?

Nearly half an hour had passed, but the Yin energy showed no signs of stopping. His Mystic Power was almost depleted, his lips turning blue from the cold.

He quickly swallowed a handful of Mystic Pills to replenish his energy, then closed his eyes, focusing on circulating his Mystic Power, generating heat to counter the Yin energy’s chill.

Their points of contact were drenched in sweat, drying and becoming damp again.

An hour passed. He felt dizzy and weak, his Mystic Power unable to keep up, his body temperature dropping. He felt like a beggar freezing to death in a snowstorm.

Why isn’t it stopping? Wait, I have the Phosphorus Fire!

The Phosphorus Fire was also a Yin attribute flame, capable of absorbing Yin energy.

He released the Phosphorus Fire from the Fire Refining Starry Sky, letting it absorb the surrounding Yin energy, feeling a slight sense of relief.

As the Yin energy decreased, his body temperature gradually rose, his shivering subsiding.

However, the Phosphorus Fire’s unfamiliar aura alerted Yi Xian’er, rousing her from her sleep.

Sensing the Yin energy within the tent and seeing his pale face and blue lips, she instantly understood what had happened.

— Her Yin energy had leaked out while she was asleep!

She quickly suppressed her Yin Body, instead absorbing the Yin energy within the tent.

“Yan Zhen, are you okay?”

He also withdrew the Phosphorus Fire, forcing a smile. “I’m fine.”

She sat up, moving away from him, wrapping the blanket around him.

Seeing his haggard appearance, she was filled with guilt.

“I’m sorry, Yan Zhen. I didn’t know this would happen… Was this… not the first time? You were waking up late because you were warming me up, weren’t you? Why didn’t you tell me, you idiot?”

She was scared.

In her previous life, she had nearly killed him during her Yin Body outburst. It was her greatest nightmare.

After being reborn, she had vowed never to lose control in front of him again. She hadn’t expected her Yin energy to leak out unconsciously.

Wait, she remembered. When she had first become the Queen of a Thousand Yins, this had also happened while she slept alone in her palace. The entire palace had become an icy realm, making it difficult for even her servants to approach.

She had overcome this issue later, so she had subconsciously forgotten about it.

— I’m such an idiot!

“Yan Zhen, I…”

“Don’t worry, Xian’er, I’m fine.” He smiled at her. “If you feel bad, then lie down and let me hug you. We’ll warm each other up.”

Her eyes welled up. “You… you’re still willing to hug me?”

“You don’t have any Yin energy leaking out now, right?” He took her hand. “Without the Yin energy, you’re just a soft, warm, and fragrant pillow. Who wouldn’t want to hug you?”

“Yan Zhen…”

Her heart ached. She bit her lip, then removed her clothes, her flawless body exposed, before quickly slipping under the blanket, snuggling against him, her arms and legs wrapped around him, her lips finding his cold earlobe.

His sensitive ear being nibbled, he blushed furiously, his body warming up… in more ways than one.

“Y-you don’t have to go this far!”

She released his ear, her voice husky with desire.

“I’m already yours. This is nothing.”

“Xian’er, don’t say that.”

“Even if you don’t admit it, I’m yours.” She said stubbornly. “I was yours before, I am yours now, and I will always be yours… I love you, Yan Zhen. I love you so much, from my past life to this life, my love growing stronger every day… You’re my everything, the reason I exist. Nothing is more important than you.”

Her words, a jumbled confession of love, touched his heart deeply.

Chapter 6: Let Me Bite You

When Yan Zhen woke up, a red system notification, filled with exclamation marks, was plastered across his face.

[Ding! Severe System Warning: Host, please refrain from indulging in desires and maintain the persona of an emotionless and abstinent upgrade machine!]

— Another warning from the system!

He hated his uncontrollable XP system. He had exposed himself to Yi Xian’er during Ji Ya’s treatment, and now he was at her mercy.

The worst part was, while his mind protested, his body was enjoying it immensely. Even his sleep quality had improved.

…

Yi Xian’er had woken up earlier, already dressed. Her ample bosom, which had been pressed against him all night, was now concealed beneath her clothes, as if by magic, her figure appearing slim and slender.

She was stirring something in a pot with a bamboo stick, her smile gentle and domestic, devoid of last night’s seductive charm, as she saw him emerging from the tent.

“Good morning, Yan Zhen.”

“Morning.” He sniffed the air. “Is that mushrooms? Where did you find them, Xian’er?”

“There’s a large patch behind the cave. I tested them all and only picked the non-poisonous ones.”

He was a bit worried. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“My Yin Body will absorb the toxins quickly. Apart from rare ‘Yang Poisons’ and special ‘Curse Poisons,’ no poison can harm me.”

“Oh.”

“Go wash up. The soup is ready. I just tried some. It’s delicious~”

“Okay~”

…

After breakfast, they set off again.

Three days had passed. The first miniature dragon’s effect had worn off. They had successfully collected four demonic fire imprints, a decent pace.

However, things wouldn’t be so easy from now on.

As they approached the Demon Dragon Mountain Range’s middle layer, the Mystic Beasts became stronger. Tier 1 beasts were rare, mostly Tier 2, with a significant number of Tier 3 beasts. Once they entered the middle layer, they would encounter Tier 4 beasts.

They had to carefully choose their route, avoiding powerful beasts and groups, to conserve time and minimize risks.

He released the second miniature dragon into the underground fire veins.

…

A day later, they arrived at the fifth cave, but it was inhabited by two Tier 3 Mystic Beasts, a male and a female, their individual strength exceeding even the Winged Tiger’s.

In the script, he hadn’t fought them, choosing to retreat.

It was a shame, but there was nothing he could do if they couldn’t win.

Even if they did win, being severely injured would only delay their progress. It was better to find other, easier targets.

As he contemplated this, he saw Yi Xian’er, once again, charging straight into the cave. He quickly grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“Are you crazy?! Those two Tier 3 Mystic Beasts are incredibly powerful! Don’t be impulsive!”

She, however, was confident. “Tier 3? It doesn’t matter how many there are. I can handle them.”

“You can’t! Your Yin energy might be able to corrode them, but it will take time!”

“We just need to hold them off.”

“No, it’s too dangerous! Let’s retreat.”

“Yan Zhen, listen to me…”

“La la la, I can’t hear you.”

He dragged her away, not releasing her until they reached a safe distance.

“We finally got here! Why are we leaving?!” She was unhappy. “Don’t you want to find the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire quickly?”

He remained firm.

“I can’t let you risk your life.”

“I can handle them.”

“I know you can, but… are you sure it’s okay to use your Yin Body’s power so frequently?”

His words hit a nerve.

Her expression became unnatural, her fingers twirling a strand of hair.

“I-it’s fine…”

“Don’t lie to me.”

In the script, she had used her Yin Body’s power once, during an emergency, helping him defeat the strongest Tier 3 Mystic Beast. Afterwards, as the full moon approached, her Yin Body had gone out of control, nearly killing him.

He didn’t know why she could use it so many times now, but it definitely wasn’t without consequences.

The full moon was less than ten days away.

“From now on, you’re not allowed to fight without my permission!”

“Don’t be so bossy! Male chauvinism is bad!”

“If you don’t agree, then go back to town!”

“That’s not fair…”

She wanted to argue, but seeing his serious expression, she reluctantly gave in.

“Fine, fine, I’ll listen to you. Whatever you say, Your Majesty Yan Zhen.”

He grimaced. This girl… she only listens when I get angry.

“Hmph, it’s getting late. Let’s find a place to rest.”

She took his arm, her voice soft.

“Hold me while we sleep tonight.”

He was puzzled.

“Why?”

“You were mean to me. You hurt my delicate feelings. You have to make it up to me.”

“…”

His lips twitched, but he didn’t object.

…

The night was dark.

They couldn’t find a cave, so they set up camp in a clearing near a water source, scattering poison powder around the perimeter to deter Mystic Beasts.

They ate dinner together, bathed, and entered the tent.

She excitedly arranged the pillows, then, after he lay down, instructed him to extend his arm, resting her head on it, ready to enjoy his embrace.

He, however, didn’t move.

She frowned, poking him with her elbow.

He hesitated, then wrapped his arm around her soft body.

She felt incredibly good in his arms.

“Is this what you call a hug? Where’s the sincerity?”

“What do you want?”

She turned, facing him, her purple-black eyes sparkling.

He blushed under her intense gaze, closing his eyes, only to feel her soft lips against his.

Since entering the Demon Dragon Mountain Range, she had kissed him every night, making him almost accustomed to it. He quickly opened his eyes, pulling away.

“Stop kissing me out of nowhere.”

“You asked me to.”

“When did I ask you to kiss me?”

“You closed your eyes. That’s clearly an invitation for a kiss.”

“…”

— I’m not a girl! That’s not how you ask for a kiss!

Seeing her mischievous smile, he realized he had been tricked again. He was speechless.

She caressed his face, her voice soft.

“Want to bite them tonight?”

— Not this again! I’ve already been warned twice! I won’t be fooled again!

“Not at all!”

He was firm. The system’s scolding had scared him. He had woken up to a red warning notification every morning for the past few days.

“Hmm~ You’re unusually determined tonight. Fine.” She blinked. “Then… let me bite you.”

What?! He was dumbfounded.

Chapter 5: Don’t You Want This?

The Diamond Bear’s fur was as tough as steel needles, suitable for crafting Tier 3 armor. The more intact the pelt, the more valuable it was.

Its claws were also incredibly sharp, suitable for making Tier 2 claw blades, but those were niche weapons, not particularly sought after.

The beast core was also valuable, but its size, relative to its massive body, was small, and its Earth attribute made it less desirable.

An unprocessed Diamond Bear carcass, still within the Demon Dragon Mountain Range, wasn’t even worth a million.

Yan Zhen grimaced. What a rip-off.

Although he had money, being scammed still felt unpleasant.

He was about to negotiate, as described in the script, when Yi Xian’er, her expression neutral, tossed a Crystal Card onto the ground.

“Three million. Deal.”

The Vice President, surprised by her swiftness, frowned. When had she become so wealthy?

Three million, paid without hesitation, as if it were nothing.

He took the card, verifying it, then gestured for his men to step away from the carcass. They entered the cave, searching the Diamond Bear’s lair.

Yan Zhen whispered, “Xian’er, you were too generous. They’ll target us now.”

She replied calmly, “That’s the point.”

What? He had simply wanted to negotiate, but she didn’t even want to pay!

The Hunter’s Association Vice President, despite his seemingly amiable demeanor, was actually a cunning man. In the script, even after Yan Zhen had bargained the price down to one million, he had still been targeted.

After all, spending a million on a bear’s head clearly indicated a hidden purpose.

However, both he and Yi Xian’er in the script had been too naive, assuming the Hunter’s Association, as a legitimate organization, wouldn’t betray their trust like the Wild Gang. They hadn’t considered this until Chen Xi warned them.

…

The Diamond Bear’s carcass was massive, difficult to transport. He stored it in his Intermediate Storage Ring, then left with Yi Xian’er.

They found a large boulder, hiding behind it, then retrieved the carcass.

He extracted the demonic fire imprint from the bear’s head, absorbing it into the Fire Refining Starry Sky, then drew Raikiri, removing the beast core. He turned to Yi Xian’er.

She tilted her head, her gaze curious. “Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?”

“…”

— I’m waiting for you to poison the carcass, amplifying the scent of blood, attracting nearby Mystic Beasts, and setting a trap for the Hunter’s Association!

As expected, the hunters were following them. In the script, they had used this tactic to slow down their pursuers, creating an opportunity to escape.

After all, the Yi Xian’er from the script hadn’t been this powerful. She had been just a Mystic Adept who used poison. He, a mere Mystic Scholar, couldn’t fight them alone.

Although this “escape scene” wasn’t a key plot point, allowing him to improvise, he still wanted to follow the script.

“Ahem, Xian’er, do you have any… powder that can amplify the scent of blood?”

“I do, but… are you trying to attract Mystic Beasts to delay them?”

He nodded.

She, however, disagreed. “Let’s not. We might end up surrounded ourselves. There’s a safer way to deal with them.”

He raised an eyebrow. This was your idea in the first place! Why are you objecting now?

“What safer method?”

“They managed to reach this miasma-infested area, which means they must have consumed Miasma Dispelling Pills. The pills’ effects are quickly depleted by miasma. If we keep moving through miasma-filled regions, they won’t be able to keep up.”

“I see.”

Thankfully, she hadn’t suggested something like “Let’s just kill them all.”

He sighed with relief.

…

They changed their route, no longer traveling through the miasma-filled areas, but along their edges. Although this meant a longer journey, and he had to constantly use his Gold and Silver Fire for protection, it would allow them to shake off their pursuers.

However, things didn’t go as smoothly as they had hoped. After an hour, even after consuming several Mystic Pills to replenish his energy, they still hadn’t lost the Vice President.

“He actually dared to follow us alone…” Her eyes flashed with a cold light. “Let’s just get rid of him, Yan Zhen.”

Honestly, he didn’t want to fight. It wasn’t in the script. But he was exhausted.

“Damn it, let’s kill him!”

…

They turned back, confronting the Vice President.

He, still unaware of the danger, threatened them, demanding they reveal the reason for their exorbitant purchase of the bear head.

They didn’t waste their breath, attacking immediately.

They had already defeated a creature as powerful as the Winged Tiger, comparable to a high-star Mystic Scholar. This Two Star Mystic Scholar Vice President was no match for them.

Within ten moves, she struck him in the back with a palm strike, and he swiftly slit his throat with Raikiri.

This was his second time killing someone, but he felt no discomfort. He calmly wiped the blood from his sword, sheathing it, then looted the body.

He not only recovered the three million Yi Xian’er had paid, but also found several other valuable items.

As a Mystic Scholar and the Vice President of the Hunter’s Association, he had possessed some decent treasures.

…

They continued their journey, reaching the next location where the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire had appeared, slaying the flame slave, and obtaining the demonic fire imprint.

After refining two demonic fire imprints, his connection to the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire became clearer.

However, it wasn’t enough. He needed to gather nine imprints to form a complete map in his mind.

“Let’s stop here for today.”

They set up camp, their movements practiced, pitching the tent, building a fire, and preparing a pot of hot soup with wild vegetables and dried meat.

He had brought various types of dried meat and vegetables. Although it was all “wild vegetable and dried meat soup,” the flavors varied, preventing them from getting tired of it.

After dinner, they took turns bathing in the stream, washing their clothes and hanging them by the fire to dry.

…

Late at night, after meditating, they lay down to rest. She insisted he couldn’t turn his back on her, so he lay on his back.

He was determined to get a good night’s sleep, but she soon snuggled against him, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice seductive.

“Want to bite them again?”

Not this again! He tried to suppress his desires. “No.”

“Really?”

She flipped over, straddling him, gently undoing his belt. Her ample breasts, freed from her crossed neckline, spilled out.

The firelight, filtering through the tent, illuminated her profile, her purple-black eyes sparkling with a natural allure.

She leaned closer, her arms wrapping around his neck, her breasts pressing against his face.

“Don’t you want this?”

“…”

“I do.” Her voice was husky with desire. “Just being bitten by you… it makes my heart feel so sweet~”

“!!!”

“Open your mouth, okay?”

— He had lost once again.

Chapter 4: Biting You

Yi Xian’er’s “visual assault” made him uncomfortable. He quickly summoned his system interface to claim his reward, using his Mystic Power to control the water, washing his body.

[Special Trump Card: Big Axe. Upon activation, summons a giant axe that deals soul damage to the target.]( The card’s name “Big Axe” sounds like “Big Wife or Big Old Wife” in chinese)

“…”

— Pun deducted for a bad pun!

He was speechless. He dismissed the interface, finished his bath, quickly got dressed, and returned to the cave with Yi Xian’er.

Autumn had arrived, bringing a chill to the air. The mountain nights were damp and cold, easy to catch a cold.

He flicked his finger, infusing a wisp of the Gold and Silver Fire into the campfire, ensuring it would burn until morning.

“Alright, Xian’er, go get some rest. I’ll keep watch tonight.”

She frowned.

“It’s safe here. There’s no need to keep watch.”

He shook his head.

“Just in case. Better safe than sorry.”

She rolled her eyes.

“If you don’t rest properly, how will you search for the Extreme Flame tomorrow? If you insist on keeping watch, then I won’t sleep either.”

Tsk.

Stubborn girl!

He swatted her bottom playfully, pushing her into the tent, then followed her inside.

…

The tent floor was covered with a soft mat, and two small blankets and pillows were provided. Quite thoughtful.

He placed the pillows apart, gesturing for her to lie down.

She pouted, but obediently complied, lying down on the inner side, pulling the blanket over herself.

He also lay down, pulling the blanket over his stomach, his movements practiced.

“Alright, time to sleep.”

He turned over, facing away from her, then closed his eyes, quickly drifting off to sleep.

— If only it were that easy.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt her shifting closer. Her soft, ample curves pressed against his back, a warm hand resting on his waist, her breath tickling his neck.

The two-person tent was spacious! There was no need to cuddle!

“Why are you squeezing against me?”

“I’m cold.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist.

“You have a blanket, and the fire is burning. How can you be cold?”

“I’m cold.”

After a moment of silence, she added, “Actually, my Yin energy becomes restless at night, making me feel cold. Your body carries a trace of Yang energy from the Gold and Silver Fire. Hugging you… it helps neutralize it.”

“Really?” He was skeptical. “Why haven’t I heard you mention this before?”

“Because it’s not true.”

“…Stop messing around, Xian’er.”

“Then turn around.”

He sighed, turning to face her.

Their faces were too close. In the flickering firelight, he could see her eyes, her expression.

Her gaze was intense, a mischievous smile curving her lips.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He closed his eyes, avoiding her gaze.

“We have to wake up early tomorrow. Go to sleep.”

“Kiss me goodnight, and I’ll go to sleep.”

— Are you a child?

He opened one eye, then leaned closer, planting a quick kiss on her cheek.

“There. Goodnight. Now sleep.”

“That’s not how you kiss. It’s like this.”

She cupped his face, her lips capturing his, her tongue skillfully exploring his mouth.

As she kissed him, she pushed him over, making him lie on his back, then straddled him, her body pressing against his.

Their lips met, their saliva mingling, their kiss lingering before they finally parted.

He exhaled, looking at her, his voice a strained chuckle.

“Xian’er, calm down. We’re in the Demon Dragon Mountain Range.”

“So what?” She lowered her head, kissing his neck. “Do you expect me to lie here and do nothing? I’m not a gentleman. I’m… a woman.”

— A woman wouldn’t pin a man down like this! And don’t make it sound like I’m the one seducing you!

He sighed softly, her tongue against his neck sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. She was like a puppy, demanding attention from its owner.

“But you can’t… do it, right? What are you going to do if you get me all riled up?”

She sat up, her hands resting on his chest, her gaze intense.

“Like this… without penetration. Isn’t that okay?”

Her words reminded him of their previous… encounter. He felt a surge of desire, but he shook his head.

“It’s not enough. I… I’ve been spoiled by Sister Ji Ya and the others.”

After all, four women, working together, had provided him with a… thorough experience.

She bit her lip, then cupped her ample breasts, offering them to him.

“Then… you can bite them. Okay?”

“…”

He had lost.

Although he had been thoroughly “purified” by his Beautiful Sect Master, her hidden “E-cups” were still incredibly potent, capable of piercing through his defenses.

…

The night was filled with moans and gasps.

He woke up the next morning to find her already dressed, a simple breakfast prepared.

He washed up, ate with her, then packed up the tent, leaving the cave.

…

The cave also had a chasm connected to the underground fire veins. The miniature dragon continued its pursuit of the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire, leading them to the third cave.

The third cave was inhabited by a Tier 3 Diamond Bear, currently engaged in a fierce battle with a group of people.

They were hunters from the Hunter’s Association.

They watched from a distance, waiting until the battle ended before approaching.

Their appearance immediately alerted the hunters, who raised their weapons, surrounding them.

“Yi Xian’er? What are you doing so deep in the mountains? And who is this young man? I’ve never seen him before.”

The speaker was the Vice President of the Hunter’s Association, a square-faced, middle-aged man, a Two Star Mystic Scholar, leading the hunt for the Diamond Bear.

He didn’t share the other hunters’ fear and disgust towards Yi Xian’er. He simply didn’t know her well and preferred to avoid any involvement with her.

Yan Zhen, wasting no time, got straight to the point.

“I want to make a deal. I want this bear head. Name your price.”

“The bear head?” The Vice President frowned. “What do you need it for?”

The head was one of the least valuable parts of a bear. The skull could be used as decoration, the fur for hats, but that was it.

He wouldn’t reveal his true intentions.

“I’m a Pill Master. I need something from the bear’s head for my alchemy.”

However, the Vice President was shrewd. He shook his head.

“This bear’s carcass is remarkably intact. It would be a shame to cut off the head and sell it separately.”

Yi Xian’er immediately said, “Then we’ll take the entire bear. Name your price, Vice President.”

His eyes gleamed. “Three million!”

Chapter 3: It’s Not Like I Haven’t Seen It Before

Together, they found the second cave where the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire had appeared.

The cave’s original inhabitant had been a Tier 3 Winged Tiger, but it had been controlled by the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire, becoming its flame slave.

Winged Tigers were formidable opponents among Tier 3 Mystic Beasts. They possessed not only powerful bodies, but also high intelligence and Mystic Skills, their strength comparable to high-star Mystic Scholars. They weren’t enemies he and Yi Xian’er could currently handle.

However, his Beautiful Sect Master had said that flame slaves carried a demonic imprint from the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire. This imprint could help them pinpoint the flame’s location more accurately. Even if they couldn’t defeat the Winged Tiger, they had to find a way.

This was a key plot point, and the system had issued a corresponding task, requiring him to cooperate with Yi Xian’er to defeat the Winged Tiger and obtain its demonic imprint.

The plan was for her to brew a potent poison smoke and fill the cave with it, disorienting the Winged Tiger, while he, guided by the miniature dragon, would enter the cave through the underground fire veins, detonating the dragon, destroying the tiger’s wings, which were like giant blades.

The Winged Tiger’s strength primarily stemmed from its wings, which provided high mobility, allowing it to swoop down, slash with its wings, and defend itself.

Losing its wings would significantly weaken it, making it vulnerable to their attacks.

Although this would cost him a miniature dragon, it was a necessary sacrifice.

However, Yi Xian’er shook her head, claiming it wasn’t necessary. Then, to his astonishment, she charged straight into the cave.

“Holy crap!”

He quickly followed, finding her enveloped in a thick layer of Yin energy, her black hair turning silver, her eyes turning purple-red, as she fought the Winged Tiger on equal footing, even gaining the upper hand.

He immediately joined the fray, their combined attacks forcing the tiger to retreat.

As time passed, the Yin energy’s corrosive effect weakened the tiger further. Finally, she sent it flying with a palm strike, and he, seizing the opportunity, beheaded it with his sword before it could land.

…

The battle ended without any surprises, but he couldn’t feel happy. He looked at his soulmate, her Yin energy receding, her silver hair returning to its original black luster, her eyes turning back to their normal purple-black, her aura softening.

She smiled playfully.

“Why are you staring at me? Are you mesmerized by my performance?”

He glared at her.

“You nearly scared me to death! Charging in like that!”

She patted his shoulder.

“Don’t be so dramatic. Together, we can easily handle a Tier 3 Mystic Beast.”

He shrugged her hand off.

“You used your Yin Body’s power again! That’s dangerous, you know?”

“It’s fine, just a little bit.” She made an “okay” sign, a gesture she had learned from him. “Forget about that. Did you… like how I looked just now?”

“It was alright.”

“Just alright?”

She frowned. In her previous life, he had clearly told her he liked it!

He scratched his cheek, embarrassed.

“You were beautiful… and powerful.”

Her smile returned. She leaned closer, her voice a soft whisper against his ear.

“Did you… like it?”

“Ahem.”

He couldn’t answer, pretending to cough.

Seeing his reaction, her heart fluttered. She decided not to press him.

“Let me collect the demonic imprint from its forehead.”

He picked up the bloodstained tiger head.

The demonic imprint was a wisp of demonic fire residing in its glabella. He could extract it using the Fire Refining Starry Sky.

Then, with his Beautiful Sect Master’s help, he could refine this demonic fire, using it to track the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire’s current location.

After collecting the imprint, he tossed the head aside, then drew Raikiri, the sword gifted by the Dream God Palace. Its sharpness, capable of piercing Mystic Power armor, easily extracted the beast core from the tiger’s body.

The beast core, containing the essence of a Mystic Beast, was incredibly valuable.

A Tier 3 fire attribute beast core was a treasure worthy of being auctioned at the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce, useful for both pill refining and Mystic Tool Crafting.

“This is a fire attribute beast core, Xian’er. You can’t use it. Give it to me, and I’ll compensate you with Mystic Pills.”

“I don’t want Mystic Pills.”

“Then what do you want? Crystal Coins?”

“I don’t want those either. I’ll tell you when I decide.”

“Fine. It’s getting late. Let’s rest here for the night.”

Mystic Beasts rarely approached the lair of a Tier 3 beast. It was relatively safe.

“I’ll clean up the blood and the smell.”

She sprinkled a powder on the bloodstains, dissolving them, then scattered another powder in the air, masking the pungent odor of the tiger.

He dragged the carcass to a corner, then cleared the debris, setting up the tent, building a fire, fetching water from a nearby stream, and gathering some wild vegetables. He added the vegetables and some dried meat to the pot, making a simple soup.

It tasted bland, nothing compared to the delicacies they enjoyed at Elegant Courtyard, but they weren’t picky, eating it with their rations.

He didn’t touch the tiger meat.

The Mystic Beasts in the Demon Dragon Mountain Range possessed a berserker factor. Consuming their meat could have unpredictable consequences. Unless they were truly desperate for food, they usually only harvested the beast core and other medicinal parts.

…

After finishing their meal, he used Raikiri to carve two bamboo cups, brewing some tea. They sat together, enjoying their drinks.

After a while, she suddenly said, “I want to take a bath.”

He nodded lazily.

“Go ahead. There’s a stream nearby. It’s quite clean.”

“Come with me and keep watch.”

“Don’t worry, no one will come here.”

They were in the heart of the miasma-infested region. Unless someone possessed Miasma Dispelling Pills, those below the Mystic Scholar realm wouldn’t dare enter.

“Just in case.”

“Fine.”

…

They left the cave, arriving at the stream. There was a small tree by the bank.

He leaned against the tree trunk, his back facing the stream, gesturing for her to enter the water.

She walked past him, undressing behind the tree, folding her clothes neatly before stepping into the stream.

“The water’s a bit cold… Want to join me?”

He imagined them both, naked, standing in the shallow stream, the scene feeling… inappropriate. He quickly shook his head.

She finished quickly, changing into clean clothes, then kicked his butt playfully.

“Go wash up. I’ll keep watch.”

He stood up, walking behind the tree, about to undress, when he felt a burning gaze on his back. He turned, finding her staring at him intently.

“…Xian’er, can you… turn around?”

She crouched beneath the tree, her chin resting on her hand, smiling.

“Why are you shy? It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”

He grimaced.

That was his line from the script!