Category: They All Want to Be My Female Lead

Chapter 2: Have Some Water

That was the power of her Yin Body, wasn’t it? She’s incredibly skilled.

Yan Zhen was astonished.

According to the script, at this stage, Yi Xian’er wouldn’t dare use her Yin Body’s power, because it could trigger a premature outburst, which was incredibly dangerous.

“Xian’er, are you alright?”

She shook her head.

“These guys are no match for me.”

— I’m asking if you’re okay after using your Yin Body’s power.

“Let’s go, before their reinforcements arrive.”

“Mmm, they might be weaklings, but dealing with them is still a hassle.”

He grimaced. The Wild Gang’s leader was a Three Star Mystic Scholar. With his current strength, defeating him would be difficult. His Burst Deck was still on cooldown. He would have to deal with the Wild Gang later.

He glanced at Kuang Sheng, lying on the ground, convulsing, his face turning purple, the Yin poison coursing through his body. He was dying.

The other gang members were in similar condition.

In the script, Kuang Sheng was supposed to be killed while chasing him… Why does Xian’er always steal the show? Sigh~

…

They left the scene, a trail of bodies behind them, heading straight for the Demon Dragon Mountain Range.

The Demon Dragon Mountain Range was said to have been formed from the corpse of a Demon Dragon from the Outer World. The Mystic Beasts within carried a trace of the Demon Dragon’s bloodline, making them fiercer and more aggressive than those found elsewhere. They attacked almost anyone on sight.

After passing through a dense forest, they officially entered the mountain range, quickly encountering their first wave of Mystic Beast attacks.

Although they were just Tier 1 Mystic Beasts, they didn’t underestimate them, carefully repelling and killing them before continuing their journey.

They were currently in the outer region of the Demon Dragon Mountain Range’s middle section, where most of the Mystic Beasts were Tier 1 or Tier 2, with few Tier 3 beasts. Therefore, it wasn’t particularly dangerous for them, as long as they avoided groups of Tier 2 beasts and the occasional Tier 3 beast.

Besides the Mystic Beasts, the miasma within the mountains was also a significant threat.

However, this only applied to ordinary hunters and adventurers. Both he and Yi Xian’er were immune to it.

He could use his Gold and Silver Fire for protection, while she, with her Natural Yin Body, was naturally immune.

Well, not entirely. Miasma was simply a weaker form of Yin energy. Excessive exposure could still trigger a premature outburst of her Yin Body.

In the script, it was her constant exposure to miasma while guiding him through the mountains that had caused her Yin Body to go out of control, forcing her to leave.

Thinking about this, he suddenly felt reluctant to have her guide him. She would lose control during the outburst, suffering immense pain.

And when she regained her senses, realizing she had hurt him, she would be consumed by guilt and self-blame.

“Xian’er, how are you feeling?”

She turned to him, smiling faintly.

“I’m fine. What’s wrong, Yan Zhen? You’ve been asking me that since earlier.”

He looked away, feeling awkward. “We’ve been walking for two hours. I was wondering if you’re tired.”

“I often come here to gather herbs. I’m used to it.” She glanced at him. “But maybe we should take a break. There’s a clearing over there.”

He nodded.

…

They sat on a tree stump the size of a washbasin. He retrieved two water pouches from his storage ring, offering one to her.

“Have some water.”

She blinked, her voice soft.

“Can I… drink from yours?”

He shook the pouch.

“Mmm, here you go.”

She didn’t take it. Instead, she cupped his face, her lips capturing his in a gentle kiss.

Her lips, soft and smooth like jelly, enveloped his upper lip, her tongue skillfully exploring his mouth.

He froze, his mind blanking for a moment, then he tried to push her away, but his hands were occupied with the water pouches. He didn’t know what to do.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, savoring his saliva before finally releasing him.

Their lips parted, their faces flushed, their breaths mingling. Their eyes met, their faces inches apart, their breaths intermingling.

He was speechless.

“I didn’t mean for you to drink my saliva!”

She looked at him innocently.

“? But that’s what you said~”

Even middle schoolers wouldn’t play such childish word games! He glared at her, tossing the water pouch onto her lap.

“Drink it or don’t. I don’t care.”

“Hmm~”

She picked up the pouch, unstoppering it, taking small sips, her movements elegant.

He took a large gulp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then asked, “How much further?”

“About half an hour.” She pointed in a direction. “There’s a cave over there.”

…

After resting for a while, they continued their journey, arriving at the cave half an hour later.

Or rather, a snake’s lair.

It had been inhabited by a Tier 3 Scarlet Snake, its strength comparable to a Mystic Scholar, but now, only a pile of ashes remained, the snake’s head barely recognizable.

Deep within the lair was a chasm. Peering into its depths, he saw only darkness.

However, he knew this chasm led to the Demon Dragon Mountain Range’s underground fire veins, the pathways through which the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire traveled.

What had happened here was obvious:

The Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire had suddenly emerged from the underground fire veins, incinerating the Scarlet Snake, then lingered for a while, transforming some of the surrounding crystals into Evil Scale Fire Crystals.

After it left, Yi Xian’er, gathering herbs, had stumbled upon the lair, noticing the unusual crystals embedded in the walls, extracting them, and taking them back with her.

He could picture the scene clearly.

He retrieved the Evil Scale Fire Crystal his Beautiful Sect Master had refined, channeling Mystic Power into it. The scale-like crystal transformed into a small, gray, translucent dragon, coiling around his palm, resembling a gachapon toy.

He tossed the miniature dragon into the chasm, letting it track the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire’s aura, sending back location updates.

A single miniature dragon could last for three days. He had five Evil Scale Fire Crystals. In other words, if he couldn’t find the flame within half a month, he was out of luck.

He clapped his hands, gesturing for her to leave.

To his surprise, she didn’t ask any questions, seemingly uninterested in the clue he had found or his actions. He couldn’t even use his prepared lines. He could only continue with the main task.

“Are there any other locations? If not, you should head back, Xian’er.”

After all, excessive exposure to miasma could trigger a premature outburst of her Yin Body.

However, she blinked. “There are a few more.”

Huh? Didn’t you only come here to obtain the Evil Scale Fire Crystals? There are more?

“Mmm, I’ll take you there.”

They had searched for the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire together in her previous life. She naturally knew where it had appeared before.

Volume 4: Demon Dragon Mountain Range

Chapter 1: Why Is She So Strong?

After the banquet, Yan Zhen spent two more days with Ji Ya, then bid her farewell, preparing to journey to the Demon Dragon Mountain Range to search for the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire.

“Won’t you stay a few more days, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”

Although she had anticipated his departure, Ji Ya felt a pang of reluctance, a strong urge to abandon everything and follow him.

However, both the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce and the Ji family needed her. She could be away for a few days, but any longer would cause significant problems.

Besides the two troublemakers, the Second and Third Shopkeepers, there were many others who coveted the Chamber’s wealth and her life.

“Since you’re fine now, Sister Ji Ya, I won’t stay any longer.” He said, “To be honest, I’m planning to go to the Demon Dragon Mountain Range to search for a new Extreme Flame.”

She knew he cultivated the Emperor Flame Technique. Extreme Flames were crucial to him.

“Then at least let me escort you to Green Water Town.”

He wanted to refuse, but seeing the longing in her eyes, he shyly agreed.

…

They boarded the Sky Skiff, Aunt Mu at the helm, and arrived in Green Water Town after half a day’s journey.

As they disembarked, Ji Ya held his hand, then spoke to Yi Xian’er.

“Little Sister Xian’er, I’ll entrust Little Brother Yan Zhen to your care. If anything happens, go to the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce’s branch. I’ve already given them instructions.”

Yi Xian’er, her expression calm, nodded, showing no signs of triumph.

They bid farewell, and he and Yi Xian’er entered Green Water Town, walking along the main road, under the watchful gazes of Ji Ya and Aunt Mu.

The afternoon sky was overcast, dark clouds gathering, the autumn wind whistling. It looked like rain.

However, Yi Xian’er’s spirits were high. It was finally her turn!

“Should we enter the mountains now, or rest and prepare first?”

“Let’s prepare first.” He pondered. “Are there any maps of the Demon Dragon Mountain Range for sale in town?”

“There are, but they’re just simple maps of the outer areas, only useful for beginners. I have a more detailed, hand-drawn map.”

This was one of the main reasons why the Yan Zhen in the script had insisted on partnering with her. She was incredibly knowledgeable about the Demon Dragon Mountain Range.

The mountains were filled with miasma, but she, with her Natural Yin Body, was immune to it. She could access areas that were inaccessible to most people and beasts, giving her a deeper understanding of the terrain.

…

They had a simple meal at a restaurant, then purchased rations, water, a two-person tent, and some tools they might need.

She said she wanted to check on her house, and he accompanied her.

…

They arrived at the clinic, finding its doors wide open, two burly men in matching uniforms guarding the entrance, the sounds of rummaging coming from inside.

Her eyes narrowed. As expected, they’re here again.

He also felt a surge of familiarity. He had encountered this situation in the script when he returned to Green Water Town to seek her out as a partner.

These men were members of the “Wild Gang,” one of the two major forces in Green Water Town, the other being the Hunter’s Association.

The Wild Gang’s leader cultivated Fire Mystic Power. He had somehow learned about her possession of unique fire attribute crystals, rich in Fire energy, and wanted to trade with her.

She had refused. Her Evil Scale Fire Crystals had been taken by Yan Zhen, leaving only a single one she had kept hidden.

The Wild Gang, being a gang of thugs, had decided to take it by force.

A battle had ensued, and she had been surrounded, trapped.

To win her over, he had intervened, deliberately revealing an Evil Scale Fire Crystal to distract the gang, creating an opportunity for her to escape.

Now that she had gone with him to the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce, they had actually raided her house! How lawless!

[Ding! Key Plot Point Activated.]

[Current Plot Progress: Chapter 208 – The Wild Gang.]

[Acting Requirements: Rescue Yi Xian’er from her predicament.]

[Completion Rate: 0%.]

The system’s notification echoed in his mind. He sighed, approaching the clinic with Yi Xian’er.

The guards immediately stopped them. They were about to speak, but their eyes widened as they recognized her.

“You’re Yi Xian’er?!”

“Young Master! Yi Xian’er is back!”

They shouted, alerting those inside. A group of men rushed out, surrounding them.

“Where? Where is she?!”

A voice came from behind the crowd. It was Kuang Sheng, the son of the Wild Gang’s leader.

His black hair had a streak of red, his face prematurely aged, its rough surface radiating arrogance.

He stepped forward, his eyes lighting up as he saw her.

“You’ve been hard to find, Little Poison Girl. Long time no see. And you even found yourself a pretty boy. Impressive~”

She glared at him coldly.

One of the reasons she had returned was to kill him again.

In her previous life, he had kicked over her mother’s memorial tablet. She had vowed to make him pay.

“What are you doing in my house?”

“No need for small talk. You still have those unique Fire Crystals, right?”

“So what if I do?”

“Simple. Our Wild Gang wants to make a deal. Ten thousand Crystal Coins for one Fire Crystal. We’ll take as many as you have.”

“I’m not selling.”

Her answer was immediate and firm.

He chuckled coldly.

“You better think carefully, Little Poison Girl. Our Wild Gang doesn’t always play by the rules.”

“And?”

She was concise.

If she wasn’t worried about him thinking she was a murderer, she would have killed him already. She wouldn’t waste her breath on him.

Her attitude enraged him. He nodded repeatedly.

“Very well! Since you refuse our offer, then don’t blame me for being… unreasonable! Men, seize her!”

As he finished speaking, Yan Zhen suddenly shouted, “Wait!” He had retrieved something from his storage ring, casually tossing it up and down, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Is this the Fire Crystal you’re looking for?”

Kuang Sheng, also a Fire Mystic Power cultivator, immediately sensed the intense fire attribute energy emanating from the crystal in Yan Zhen’s hand. His eyes lit up.

“So you do have more… Fire Crystals…”

“Want it? One million each.”

“One million? Heh heh, I’m not interested anymore. Attack!”

They were outnumbered. He was about to follow the script, using the Evil Scale Fire Crystal as a distraction, drawing the enemies away to create an opportunity for her to escape.

However, she was already enveloped in Yin energy, launching an attack towards Kuang Sheng, aiming for his face.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Soon, the dozen Mystic Adepts, including Kuang Sheng, a Two Star Mystic Scholar, were all lying on the ground, their bodies enveloped in a faint gray-black mist.

Yan Zhen, holding the Evil Scale Fire Crystal, stared at Yi Xian’er, standing triumphantly amidst the fallen men, his lips twitching.

He had wanted to ask this ever since she had poisoned Han Feng to death: Why was she so much stronger than described in the script?

Chapter 41: Accelerated Synchronization

Twenty near-Mystic Lord level experts, surrounding a single One Star Mystic Lord, unleashing their Extreme Flame Swords. There was nowhere to escape.

Feeling the intense heat, the middle-aged man in blue robes was on the verge of collapse. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t move, or why Yan Zhen’s power had suddenly skyrocketed. He didn’t have time to think.

He only knew that before the swords struck, he had to desperately activate his Mystic Power, deploy his defensive Mystic Tools, and utilize every means to protect himself.

However, even a single Yan Zhen was nearly as strong as him now, let alone twenty!

Twenty ten-meter-long Extreme Flame Swords, like giant cleavers, descended upon him.

Boom!

A massive explosion shook the very space, a gold and silver mushroom cloud erupting on the translucent dueling platform, a pillar of fire piercing the sky, a scorching shockwave spreading outwards, sending debris flying, blinding everyone, nearly uprooting the courtyard’s vegetation.

A single attack from someone of the same realm naturally couldn’t defeat a Mystic Lord. Yan Zhen, not giving his opponent a chance to recover, activated his Star Shifting Fire Seal, grabbed the man’s shoulder, and dragged him into the Fire Refining Starry Sky, tossing him beyond the Heavenly Pillar.

Beyond the Heavenly Pillar, amidst the vast expanse of stars, countless burning stars revolved endlessly.

Chen Xi controlled a meteor, sending it crashing into the middle-aged man. A single strike shattered his bones, rendering him unconscious.

Yan Zhen, his expression grim, grabbed the man, leaving the crystal space. He flicked his wrist, extinguishing the Gold and Silver Fire blazing on the platform.

As the commotion subsided, and their vision cleared, everyone looked up.

Only one Yan Zhen remained, standing in the center of the dueling platform, his Mystic Power blazing like a true Extreme Flame. He held the unconscious middle-aged man by the neck, lifting him up, then slowly turned, his cold gaze, like bolts of lightning, piercing Master Mo Lan.

All eyes followed his gaze, focusing on Master Mo Lan.

Master Mo Lan, still stunned, his eyes wide, his lips opening and closing like a fish out of water, couldn’t comprehend the sudden turn of events.

He and his close friend, two Mystic Lord realm experts, together… they should have been able to sweep through the Sunward Kingdom. Even if they couldn’t win, no one should be able to stop them.

Yet his friend, the Vice Sect Master of the Water Flower Sect, a powerful figure in his own right, had been defeated in an instant.

He was alone, facing a hostile crowd…

The Ji family had two Ninth Star Mystic Kings, Aunt Mu and Ji Lin, plus several other Mystic Kings, as well as numerous Mystic Generals and Mystic Scholars among the guests.

He swallowed nervously, then, without hesitation, soared into the air, fleeing at high speed.

He might be a Grand Instructor of the Sacred Ground Academy, and no one, except for the Demonic Cultivators from the Demon Realm, would dare kill him, but not being killed didn’t mean he couldn’t be beaten up. Staying here would only result in a painful experience.

As for his friend, he had been severely injured by Yan Zhen, his life hanging by a thread. He would leave it to the Water Flower Sect to seek revenge.

He wasn’t a coward. He simply hadn’t expected this young boy to be so powerful, hiding his true strength, pretending to be a Mystic Scholar to lure him into a trap. How outrageous!

…

Among the crowd, the Hundred Mile City Mystic Academy Headmaster and the Second and Third Shopkeepers were dumbfounded. Master Mo Lan had abandoned his friend and them, fleeing alone?

What were they waiting for? They had to run!

The Headmaster was the second to flee.

The two Shopkeepers also tried to escape, but Aunt Mu intercepted them, while Jin Tong and Yu Nu blocked their retreat.

Ji Ya waved her hand.

“Tie them up.”

They cried out in protest.

“Ji Ya, how dare you use force against us?! You’re breaking the Chamber’s rules! The protector elders won’t let you get away with this!”

“You vicious woman! You think you can step on us just because you found a powerful pretty boy–”

Their words only annoyed her. With the strength Yan Zhen had just displayed, even the three protector elders would be wary of him.

Jin Tong and Yu Nu, sensing her intentions, slapped them across their faces with their swords, knocking out their teeth, blood splattering.

The Ji family members stepped forward, dragging the two annoying flies away.

…

Moments later, Yan Zhen landed, carrying the unconscious middle-aged man, tossing him aside.

His body was still enveloped in a terrifying Mystic Power, comparable to a Mystic Lord, a hint of Emperor’s Aura within it, making everyone feel a sense of submission.

— System, that’s enough.

[Acknowledged.]

The Duel Disk vanished, and his borrowed power receded, the oppressive aura dissipating.

He swayed, nearly losing his balance, his meridians aching.

No matter how talented he was, he was still only a Mystic Scholar. His body, especially his meridians, couldn’t handle such a massive power boost for long. He could barely unleash a single attack before reaching his limit. That’s why he had dragged his opponent into the Fire Refining Starry Sky, letting his Beautiful Sect Master handle him.

Ji Ya and Yi Xian’er rushed to his side, supporting him.

“Are you alright, Yan Zhen?”

“I’m fine.” He pressed a hand against his forehead. “I just overexerted myself a bit. Give me a moment.”

“…Should I help you back to your room, Older Sister?”

“Okay.”

They left the hall, followed by Jin Tong, Yu Nu, and Aunt Mu.

The guests, both from the Ji family and other factions, watched them leave, their hearts filled with awe. They hadn’t expected Ji Ya’s fiancé to be such a terrifying prodigy.

Whether or not he had used some secret technique, the fact that he could defeat a Mystic Lord at the Mystic Scholar realm was a testament to his power!

And he was so young, only fifteen or sixteen years old! It was unimaginable what he would achieve in the future!

The Ji family, not only had they produced Ji Ya, but she had also found such a powerful husband. They were destined for greatness.

Ji Lin chuckled, while the others’ expressions varied.

…

In Ji Ya’s room, Yan Zhen lay naked on the bed, flanked by two beautiful naked bodies.

Ji Ya, utilizing her cauldron physique, had dual cultivated with him, soothing his aching meridians. He felt much better now.

However, without his “essence” to replenish her, she had only managed two rounds before collapsing, falling into a deep sleep.

Only Yi Xian’er remained, diligently “comforting” him.

He couldn’t refuse, so he allowed her to do as she pleased, his attention focused on the system interface.

He had successfully completed the system’s task, receiving a new Special Trump Card as a reward.

[Special Trump Card: Accelerated Synchronization. Upon activation, allows Host’s consciousness to surpass the speed of light, summoning Host’s familiars from the past, present, and future to unleash a devastating attack.]

— This seems… powerful.

He remembered that in the script, he would indeed have many powerful “followers” in the future , including the Dragon Girl, who could transform between human and dragon forms. Although she preferred to address him as “brother,” she had also signed a familiar contract with him, essentially becoming his personal mount.

<Vol 3 End>

Chapter 40: The Burst Deck

The Ji family held a grand banquet to celebrate Ji Ya’s recovery, inviting all the prominent figures in the Royal Capital.

Amidst the bustling crowd, Yan Zhen hid in a corner, leaning against a wall, his system interface open, reviewing his collection of Special Trump Cards.

[1v1, He’s Gonna Fight Ten, Locust Loan, Money Talks, My Wings, Woohoo Takeoff!, Turn-Based, Awesome!, VIP, Super Double… and so on.]

These were the ones he might need soon.

His expression was serious.

In the script, after losing his Phosphorus Fire to Yan Zhen, Han Feng, unwilling to accept defeat, had asked his master to retrieve it.

Now that Han Feng was dead, his master would definitely come seeking revenge.

His master, “Master Mo Lan,” was a renowned Tier 5 Pill Master from the Sacred Ground Academy, wielding the Molten Fire, ranked 81st on the Extreme Flame Ranking. Although his cultivation was only at the Mystic King realm, his Soul Realm had reached the Ethereal Realm. He could control his Extreme Flame with his powerful soul, making him capable of fighting Mystic Lords.

And Mystic Refiners usually had many friends. This time, Master Mo Lan would bring a Mystic Lord realm friend with him.

Mystic Lords were typically sect leaders. A single sect usually had only two or three.

Two Mystic Lord realm experts… That was enough to challenge any sect.

The Ji family only had Mystic King realm experts. They didn’t have any Mystic Lords. And the three protector elders of the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce wouldn’t intervene on his behalf. He had to rely on himself.

In the script, he had tricked Master Mo Lan’s Mystic Lord companion into entering the crystal space, then, with his Beautiful Sect Master’s help, had thoroughly beaten him, forcing Master Mo Lan to flee.

However, that method was risky. He was afraid of things going wrong. He decided to use the Trump Cards he had received from the system.

Not the all-purpose Tier 2 Trump Cards, but the Special Trump Cards.

His journey to the Demon Dragon Mountain Range to find the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire would be even more dangerous. He wanted to save his Tier 2 Trump Cards for that. For now, he would use a deck built with Special Trump Cards.

He called this his “Burst Deck.” Once activated, it would temporarily boost his power to unimaginable levels.

“What are you doing?”

Yi Xian’er’s voice came from behind him. He was used to her sudden appearances. He replied calmly, “I’m not comfortable with crowds, so I’m just… enjoying some peace and quiet.”

“You and Sister Ji Ya are the main characters today.”

Her tone was sour. She felt like Ji Ya had gotten ahead of her, and she could only watch helplessly.

Yin Body… so troublesome.

I should have gone to the Yin Spirit Valley in the Closed Moon Kingdom and resolved this issue before meeting him.

“I told you, it’s just a formality. We’ll make an appearance, and that’s it.”

She sensed his distraction. “Are you nervous?”

“A little, but not about what you’re thinking.”

After a moment of silence, she said, “I’m jealous.”

Her bluntness left him speechless. He could only ask, “Does it taste good?”

“What do you think?” She frowned. “Want me to bring you a vat to try?”

There was vinegar on the table.

He chuckled nervously. “Just kidding.”

“…Little Brother Yan Zhen, Little Sister Xian’er, what are you doing hiding here?”

Ji Ya approached, her fragrance filling the air.

She wasn’t wearing her usual red qipao today, but a red formal dress, its skirt reaching her ankles, revealing matching embroidered shoes. A fluffy shawl draped over her arms, gold earrings dangling from her ears, her stunning face flushed slightly, her eyes adorned with a light eyeshadow, enhancing her allure.

Her natural charm had been amplified by her newfound maturity, making her even more seductive, a true fox spirit, captivating everyone present.

He stared at her, mesmerized, until Yi Xian’er discreetly pinched him, snapping him out of his daze.

Even Yi Xian’er had to admit, Ji Ya was incredibly alluring right now. Her simple attire paled in comparison.

Ji Ya smiled, taking his arm, her voice sweet.

“Don’t be shy, Little Brother. Come greet the guests with Older Sister.”

He wanted to refuse, but she wouldn’t let go. He had no choice but to follow her.

Yi Xian’er pouted, staying behind, her arms crossed, her eyes closed.

A young man, his face full of confidence, approached her, attempting to strike up a conversation. She opened her purple-black eyes, glancing at him.

He felt like he was facing a dark queen seated on a throne of bones. A cold sweat broke out, and he quickly retreated.

…

Yan Zhen followed Ji Ya, meeting various prominent figures in the Royal Capital. Everyone complimented them on their good looks and compatibility, especially the older women who were close to Ji Ya. Their enthusiasm was overwhelming, and he could only maintain a stiff smile.

By the end of the introductions, he felt like ants were crawling all over his body. Thankfully, the banquet officially began, and Ji Lin, her grandfather, took the stage to give a speech, sparing him from further “pleasantries” with strangers.

The old man announced their engagement, stating their intention to hold a ceremony soon, all standard formalities.

However, at that moment, a commotion erupted outside. Several guards flew into the hall, crashing onto tables and the floor, startling everyone.

“What’s going on?!”

Ji Lin roared, but no one answered.

Two figures entered the hall, an elderly man in yellow robes and a middle-aged man in blue robes, their auras imposing, their intentions clearly hostile.

It was Master Mo Lan, Han Feng’s master, and his close friend.

Behind them were the Hundred Mile City Mystic Academy Headmaster and the Second and Third Shopkeepers of the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce.

A Ji family elder questioned them.

“Who are you? Why have you trespassed on our property?”

Master Mo Lan stroked his beard, his voice cold.

“I am Mo Lan. I’m here for revenge. To avenge my disciple and retrieve his Extreme Flame.”

“Revenge? Against…”

All eyes turned to Yan Zhen, some filled with surprise, others with amusement.

Master Mo Lan’s face was grim.

“Yes, against your new son-in-law. Hand him over, and I’ll leave peacefully. Otherwise, after today, the Ji family will cease to exist in the Sunward Kingdom!”

His words made the Ji family members pale.

Being threatened like this in front of so many guests… If they didn’t react, how could they maintain their standing in the Royal Capital?

“Audacious!”

“Seize them!”

“—Wait!” Ji Lin shouted, stopping his foolish clansmen. He stepped forward, bowing. “May I ask, Master Mo Lan, is there some misunderstanding? Yan Zhen is just a Mystic Scholar. How could he possibly offend you?”

Before Master Mo Lan could answer, the Second and Third Shopkeepers eagerly interjected.

“Old Master, that Yan Zhen killed Master Mo Lan’s beloved disciple and stole his hard-earned Extreme Flame! He’s a heinous criminal! Don’t try to defend him!”

“Hand him over, and you might be able to save your family! Otherwise, our Chamber might lose a major shareholder!”

Ji Lin frowned, turning to Ji Ya.

“Nonsense.”

Ji Ya’s expression remained calm as she explained the situation.

“Han Feng broke the rules during the duel. My Little Brother Yan Zhen severed his arm as punishment. What’s wrong with that?”

The Headmaster jumped in.

“Then how do you explain his poisoning? You lied and claimed it was caused by his Phosphorus Fire going out of control! If not for Master Mo Lan’s sharp eyes, we would have been fooled!”

The Second and Third Shopkeepers chimed in, still angry about being tricked by a young boy.

Ji Ya’s expression remained unchanged.

“That was just a possible explanation. Believe it or not, it’s up to you. We haven’t even seen Han Feng’s body. You’re the ones who claimed he was poisoned. Who knows if it’s true? And if you insist that we’re responsible, where’s the evidence?”

They were speechless.

“I don’t need evidence to act.” Master Mo Lan said arrogantly. “My disciple was injured by that Yan Zhen thief, his arm severed, his Extreme Flame stolen. He died afterwards. Whether or not he was poisoned by him, it’s undeniable that he’s involved! Hand him over!”

The middle-aged Mystic Lord stepped forward.

“Hand him over, or I’ll take him myself. Choose.”

He unleashed his Mystic Lord aura, a wave of pressure sweeping through the hall.

Mystic Lords, when circulating their Mystic Power, could resonate with the surrounding world, drawing upon its power, creating a tangible pressure.

Those below the Mystic King realm felt a sense of fear, their gazes filled with awe.

Ji Ya snorted. Aunt Mu’s figure materialized beside her. She glanced at Yan Zhen.

“Shall I intervene, Young Mistress?”

Before Ji Ya could answer, Yan Zhen spoke.

“Since they’re here for me, I’ll handle it. You don’t have to interfere.”

Ji Ya hesitated. Based on her previous life, he was indeed capable of handling this himself, but it was too risky.

They were only two opponents. Aunt Mu and Ji Lin, both Ninth Star Mystic Kings, should be able to handle the Mystic Lord, while the other Ji family experts could gang up on Master Mo Lan. Repelling them shouldn’t be difficult.

“Little Brother Yan Zhen…”

He raised his hand, stopping her. He walked through the crowd, approaching Yi Xian’er, finding her hair starting to turn silver, a faint Yin energy emanating from her body, her expression suggesting she was ready to fight. He said sternly, “You’re not allowed to interfere.”

She was stubborn. “Why not?”

Because you’re not supposed to be involved in this scene. He glared at her.

He still needed to be harassed by Master Mo Lan and Han Feng at the Sacred Ground Academy. Now that Han Feng was dead, if Master Mo Lan also died, what would he do?

Without external pressure, the plot would be too boring.

“No reason. Just stay put and watch me beat up a Mystic Lord.”

[Ding! Key Plot Point Activated.]

[Current Plot Progress: Chapter 201 – Trapping the Mystic Lord.]

[Acting Requirements: Lure the Mystic Lord opponent into the Fire Refining Starry Sky and, with Chen Xi’s help, kill him.]

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“…”

— Sorry, I’m not using any tricks this time. I’m going to fight them head-on!

…

He walked out of the hall, facing the two uninvited guests. “You’re looking for me?”

Master Mo Lan’s eyes narrowed. “You’re Yan Zhen? Kneel before me!”

A powerful wave of Spiritual Power swept towards him, attempting to suppress him, forcing him to kneel.

The mysterious crystal around his neck flashed, negating the pressure.

“What are you barking about?”

Master Mo Lan’s face darkened. He turned to his friend.

“Take him down!”

The Mystic Lord nodded, then reached out, his Mystic Power resonating with the world, forming a giant hand that grabbed at Yan Zhen.

However, Yan Zhen’s movements were too fast. He left behind a trail of starlight as he soared into the air.

Starry Sky Dance!

“System, activate Duel Disk Mode.”

[Acknowledged.]

He raised his left hand, a Duel Disk materializing on his wrist. He slotted a stack of Special Trump Cards into the deck zone, then drew a card.

“I activate Special Trump Card: 1v1! Target: Master Mo Lan’s friend, the middle-aged man in blue robes.”

The card slotted into its designated zone, activating. A translucent dueling platform appeared beneath him, and the middle-aged man was teleported to the opposite side.

The man was surprised.

“What’s going on? What is this?”

“From now on, it’s a one-on-one duel!”

He drew another card, flipping it over. Turn-Based.

“I activate Special Trump Card: Turn-Based! Our battle will now proceed in turns. Only one of us can attack at a time. We’ll decide who goes first with a coin toss. Heads, he goes first. Tails, I go first.”

He tossed a prepared jade coin, activating Special Trump Card: Lucky Pervert, forcing the current lewd scene to occur. The coin landed tails up, revealing a naked woman.

“I activate Special Trump Card: Money Talks! Spending twenty million Crystal Coins to double my strength!”

“I activate Special Trump Card: Woohoo Takeoff! Based on my current altitude, my aerial combat power is doubled again!”

The middle-aged man, confused, could sense Yan Zhen’s power skyrocketing. He tried to attack, to capture him quickly, but an invisible force restrained him.

Yan Zhen continued.

“I activate Special Trump Card: My Wings! Borrowing power from those who love me!”

The card activated, and images of beautiful faces flashed before his eyes: his Beautiful Sect Master, Huangfu Wenqing, Yan Meng’er, Yan Ruyu, Instructor Yu Xuan, Mi Xue’er, Xiao Xinyan, Ji Ya, Yi Xian’er… Strangely, there were also several faces he couldn’t recognize.

Over a dozen different energies surged from them, flowing into his body, his aura skyrocketing, his cultivation reaching the Ninth Star Mystic King realm!

Even he was surprised by the intensity of the power boost.

The middle-aged man was stunned. What kind of sorcery is this? How did he suddenly become so powerful?

But it wasn’t over yet!

He activated Special Trump Card: He’s Gonna Fight Ten! Nine more Yan Zhens, all at the Ninth Star Mystic King realm, appeared on the platform!

He activated Special Trump Card: Super Double! The ten Yan Zhens became twenty, surrounding the middle-aged man, their power doubling again, reaching the Mystic Lord realm!

He activated Special Trump Card: VIP! Critical hit rate increased!

“End of turn.”

Feeling the overwhelming power coursing through him, the twenty Yan Zhens smiled at the middle-aged man, then simultaneously reached out, their hands igniting with the Gold and Silver Fire, forming incredibly dense Extreme Flame Swords.

With the infusion of Mystic Power, the swords grew larger, their blades reaching ten meters in length.

The twenty Yan Zhens, wielding their giant swords, raised them high, creating a fiery cage, trapping the horrified middle-aged man.

“Die!”

Chapter 39: Engagement?

Two days later, as expected, the Dream God Palace sent someone to retrieve Arashigir, offering another O Wazamono grade tachi and some gifts in exchange.

Yan Zhen readily agreed. After all, a gentleman shouldn’t keep something that didn’t belong to him. Besides, Arashigir’s “Divine Wind Sword Intent” had already been transferred to his hand by his Beautiful Sect Master.

Without its Sword Intent, Arashigir was just an ordinary O Wazamono tachi, not particularly useful to him. He preferred his Extreme Flame Sword.

The new sword, named “Raikiri” (Thunder Cutter), looked brand new, forming a pair with Arashigir, their names taken from the Tsukushi Continent’s myth, The Tale of the Wind God and the Thunder God.

Raikiri didn’t possess Sword Intent, but it was cursed, an ominous blade. Those with insufficient strength who wielded it would gradually undergo a personality change, eventually becoming its slave.

Clearly, the Dream God Palace had malicious intentions.

However, it wasn’t a big deal for him. His Beautiful Sect Master had easily seen through Raikiri’s trick:

A “Thunder Beast’s” soul was trapped within the blade. Those with weak Spiritual Power would be influenced and controlled by it.

She placed a seal on the sword, weakening the Thunder Beast’s ferocity, then instructed him to carry it, using it to temper his Spiritual Power.

Strengthening his Spiritual Power was crucial for his upcoming encounter with the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire. That mysterious Extreme Flame possessed the ability to manipulate hearts and minds, far more dangerous than this Thunder Beast’s soul.

…

After the Dream God Palace’s representatives left, another group arrived.

This time, they weren’t here to cause trouble. They were here for the “future son-in-law.”

— It was the Ji family.

The Ji family, originally the largest shareholder family of the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce, had fallen into decline in recent generations, their position as Head Shopkeeper practically a figurehead.

Until Ji Ya’s mother had stepped in, replacing her incompetent brother, becoming the new Head Shopkeeper, gradually reclaiming the Ji family’s status and influence.

After her death, with no one else capable of taking the helm, Ji Ya had stepped up, shouldering the responsibility.

The reason for their visit was, of course, Yan Zhen.

Ji Ya had publicly announced their engagement, so the current head of the family, Ji Ya’s grandfather, wanted to meet him.

“Little Brother Yan Zhen, Grandfather wants to see you. Will you accompany me back home?”

“Sure.”

The Ji family elders were surprised by her deferential tone, realizing she might have truly fallen for this young man. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be acting so… submissive.

However, he was a bit too young. They weren’t a good match.

But they didn’t voice their concerns. Ji Ya’s matters weren’t their business. The entire Ji family, hundreds of people, relied on her.

“I’m coming too.”

Yi Xian’er inserted herself between them, a sense of foreboding washing over her.

Ji Ya didn’t react, her expression calm and composed.

Yan Zhen, however, was reluctant. Yi Xian’er’s tendency to improvise made him nervous.

“You can come, but you have to behave yourself. No more… incidents.”

She nodded.

…

They traveled to the Ji family’s ancestral home by carriage, then, led by the elders, met with Ji Ya’s grandfather.

The old man, named Ji Lin, was the least intelligent member of the Ji family in generations, but his cultivation talent was surprisingly good. Essentially, he was a brute.

In other families, this wouldn’t be a problem. But the Ji family was a merchant family. Intelligence was essential.

Unfortunately, not only was he lacking in that area, but most of his children had inherited his traits, becoming brutes as well, leading to the family’s decline.

If not for Ji Ya and her mother, the Ji family, once a prominent force in the Sunward Kingdom, would have been reduced to a second-rate family.

Upon meeting the old man, as expected, he proposed that Yan Zhen marry into the Ji family, setting a date for their engagement ceremony.

“Engagement?”

After the meeting, Yi Xian’er, curious about their conversation, was stunned by those words.

Ji Ya smiled triumphantly.

“Yes, Grandfather said that settling the marriage sooner would prevent a lot of trouble.”

“Did you agree, Yan Zhen?”

“Relax, it’s just a formality.”

He was following the script. Agreeing to the engagement was just a favor to Ji Ya, to protect her reputation.

Thanks to the Second and Third Shopkeepers’ efforts, everyone knew that the treatment for her illness involved dual cultivation with a Mystic Refiner who possessed an Extreme Flame.

Now that she was cured, it was obvious she had lost her virginity. Rumors would spread, damaging her reputation.

But marrying Yan Zhen would turn it into a beautiful story.

However, in the script, she had paid him to do this, and their relationship had grown closer as a result.

Yi Xian’er, however, didn’t believe it was just a formality. Ji Ya was clearly using this as an excuse to solidify their relationship, transitioning from “older sister” to “fiancée,” making it more… official.

— She’s using her elders again! How despicable!

She glared at Ji Ya, who remained unfazed.

This wasn’t her idea. It was her grandfather’s. She was simply going along with it.

She had always found her family to be idiotic, constantly needing her to clean up their messes. Now, she had a slightly better opinion of them.

“When is the ceremony?”

“After the treatment is completed.”

…

They stayed at the Ji family’s residence for a night, then returned to Elegant Courtyard the next day.

Yan Zhen felt a bit disappointed. Normally, there would be some arrogant fool who would challenge him, only to be swiftly defeated.

However, Ji Ya’s influence within the family was too strong. No one dared disrespect him. Nothing happened.

Sigh~

He excused himself, claiming he wanted to go for a walk, but he secretly went to the crystal space to practice drawing the Wind Rune with his Beautiful Sect Master, leaving the two women alone in the living room.

…

Ten days passed. He successfully drew the Wind Rune, his Soul Realm advancing to the second stage, “Concealed-Manifest.” When he circulated the Ancestral Talisman Scripture, a faint, solidified light appeared within the Spiritual Flame on his forehead, enhancing its beauty.

Unlike the Fire Rune, the Wind Rune possessed inherent power. Using the Wind Rune to maintain his elevation, combined with Starry Sky Dance, granted him temporary flight capabilities.

Ji Ya’s treatment was also nearing completion. On the final night, he “refilled” her four times. Even with her cauldron physique’s absorption rate, she was nearly overflowing.

The treatment lasted for two hours. Finally, before she fainted, the last trace of medicinal energy within her body was refined.

He was also exhausted, collapsing into Aunt Mu’s arms behind him. Jin Tong and Yu Nu crawled over, their tongues diligently cleaning him.

“You’ve worked hard, young man.”

Aunt Mu’s voice, usually indifferent, carried a hint of warmth. Her hand gently stroked his chest, her Mystic Power soothing his overloaded meridians.

He sighed contentedly, patting the twins’ heads as a reward, then closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

Chapter 38: The Beautiful Sect Master Suggests Yin-Yang Replenishment

“Master, what’s the difference between forging the Gold and Silver Fire and simply condensing it into a sword?”

Yan Zhen blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering like moth wings.

Chen Xi adored that expression.

“Condensing flames into a sword is merely utilizing the flames directly. Its power is limited by your cultivation and the flame itself, Zhen’er. Forging, however, is a Mystic Tool Crafting technique. It can unleash the Gold and Silver Fire’s latent potential. Once forged and transformed into your personal weapon, it will evolve alongside your cultivation, eventually becoming a Sacred Artifact, worthy of entering the Sacred Artifact Ranking.”

“A Sacred Artifact… Then why didn’t you forge the Gold and Silver Fire, Master?”

“Who said I didn’t?” She flipped her hand, a small, exquisite cauldron, shimmering with five colors, appearing in her palm. “I forged the Gold and Silver Fire into a cauldron, my personal artifact, and I’ve been using it since the Mystic Scholar realm.”

“Then where did my Gold and Silver Fire come from?”

“Heehee, I preserved a spark of the Gold and Silver Fire before forging the cauldron, then nurtured it within the cauldron.”

— She actually cultivated an Extreme Flame? As expected of my Beautiful Sect Master! Amazing!

Although he already knew that!

“However, this is something you can only do after your Soul Realm reaches the Concealed-Manifest stage, Zhen’er. For now, focus on drawing the Wind Rune.”

The Ancestral Talisman Scripture contained nine runes: the five elements – Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth – and the four seasons – Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Cloud. They were slightly different.

The five elements were fundamental, relatively simple, requiring combination to unleash their full power. The four seasons, however, represented weather phenomena, inherently complex and ever-changing. Their corresponding runes were naturally more profound and intricate.

The five element runes consisted of thirteen strokes each, while the four season runes had thirty-three strokes, significantly increasing the difficulty of drawing them. Simple yellow paper and cinnabar ink were no longer sufficient. He needed better materials.

Fortunately, the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce had everything he needed.

“What should I do with the Phosphorus Fire I obtained?”

“The Phosphorus Fire is too weak and unsuitable for you to refine, Zhen’er. Keep it for now as a backup. If you can’t find the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire, you can use it instead.”

He nodded thoughtfully.

…

After discussing business, Chen Xi suddenly asked, “How’s Ji Ya’s treatment progressing, Zhen’er?”

“We’ve refined about ninety percent of the medicinal energy within her. The remaining ten percent is deeply rooted and difficult to extract. It might take a while.”

“Can she… handle it?”

He understood what she meant, his cheeks flushing. “Two… refills aren’t enough, to be honest.”

“Then give her three.”

“B-but…”

Three rounds? He couldn’t handle that! This wasn’t ordinary intercourse. He had to focus on refining the medicinal energy into a pill during the process. It was incredibly mentally taxing.

“You can replenish your Yang energy from another woman before treating Ji Ya, Zhen’er. That way, you won’t exhaust yourself.”

He was stunned by her suggestion.

“Replenish my Yang energy?”

“Doesn’t Ji Ya have those twin bodyguards? They can help.” Her words were shocking. “Or do you prefer that beautiful Mystic King hiding in the shadows? She’s Ji Ya’s elder, so it’s best not to offend her.”

— I’ve already offended her.

He coughed. “Master, I don’t think we need to go that far. We can just take our time.”

She shook her head.

“That’s true, but I want you to go to the Demon Dragon Mountain Range and find the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire as soon as possible, Zhen’er. It’s ranked thirteenth on the Extreme Flame Ranking, a powerful flame with innate intelligence. Refining it will significantly boost your Spiritual Power. You can’t miss this opportunity. And the sooner you find the next Extreme Flame, the sooner you can continue your cultivation.”

He scratched his head, muttering, “But I don’t want to… take advantage of other girls.”

— Although he had already… half-taken advantage of them, he was still trying to maintain his last shred of decency.

She said calmly, “Those twins are puppets and assassins trained by the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce since childhood. They’re not ordinary girls. If you use them as dual cultivation furnaces, you might even be doing them a favor.”

He felt like her attitude was strange, as if she were in a hurry, but he couldn’t understand why.

“I-I’ll think about it.”

She wanted to say more, but she held back, her voice gentle.

“Think carefully, then. Go now.”

…

As he left, she sighed softly.

She was in a hurry because she didn’t want him to encounter the two sisters from Cloud Heaven Palace in the Demon Dragon Mountain Range.

She hated to admit it, but in his previous life, the Cloud Heaven Palace’s Grand Palace Master had been his first love.

Although he currently felt a slight attachment to her, she wasn’t sure if he would fall for her at first sight again, like in his previous life.

She wasn’t jealous. It was just that his love for that woman, due to various circumstances, had ended badly, leaving him heartbroken. He had never opened his heart to another woman since then.

…

He returned to the bathroom, quickly stripping and jumping into the bath, swimming a lap before resurfacing.

He wiped the water from his face, his expression troubled.

“What’s wrong with Master? She’s not acting like herself. She’s actually encouraging me to… replenish my Yang energy.”

Was that a good thing? It didn’t feel right.

Although Jin Tong and Yu Nu were practically his slaves, obediently serving him, cleaning up after him with their tongues like loyal puppies…

Hmm…

“What are you thinking about?!”

“Nothing– Whoa!”

He turned, startled by Yi Xian’er’s sudden appearance.

“Xian’er, when did you get here?”

She frowned, rolling her eyes.

“I’ve been here the whole time. You just didn’t notice.”

He quickly averted his gaze, avoiding her alluring naked body.

“Is that so? Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

“So, what were you thinking about? I thought I heard the words ‘Yin-Yang replenishment.’” She crossed her arms, pushing her breasts above the water, their size impressive. “Don’t tell me you’ve developed a taste for dual cultivation and you’re planning to… replenish your Yang energy regularly?”

“No way!” He denied it immediately. “It’s just that the upcoming treatment will be a bit difficult, so I’ve been reading some books, and I happened to come across those words.”

“How difficult? Can’t handle four people at once?” She glanced downwards, teasing him. “You seem pretty… energetic to me.”

His face flushed. He quickly turned away, his back facing her.

“That’s not the issue! Ugh, it’s no use explaining it to you. You’re not even helping anymore.”

Her cheeks also flushed. It’s not like I don’t want to help! It’s your “good sister” who’s preventing me! You ungrateful little…

However, her initial anger had subsided.

Once the treatment was completed, Ji Ya would be out of the picture. Then she and Yan Zhen would go to the Demon Dragon Mountain Range together, searching for the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire, enjoying their time alone, while that fox spirit stewed in her jealousy.

Chapter 37: Forging the Gold and Silver Fire

“That tachi was a birthday gift from Sect Master Ranzaki to his son. It’s not only incredibly valuable, but it also carries precious Sword Intent for one to comprehend.

“Half of Kenzaburo’s swordsmanship cultivation is tied to that sword. Losing it would be a devastating blow.

“If you return the sword to the Dream God Palace and have that boy apologize to Kenzaburo, there’s still a chance to salvage the situation. But if you insist on keeping it, Sect Master Ranzaki will personally come to retrieve his son’s sword!

“He’s a Mystic Lord realm expert, one of the top ten strongest individuals in the kingdom. Mu Xiner won’t be able to stop him.”

Yan Zhen ignored them, sitting on the sofa, watching Yi Xian’er meticulously apply medicine to his hand. She looked even more beautiful than usual from this angle.

Ji Ya, seated beside him, looked at the two old men with disdain, too lazy to waste her breath on them.

“Is that all? If you’re done, you can leave. I won’t see you out.”

Their faces flushed with anger at being ignored.

“How dare you treat us like this… You’re not only harming yourselves, but also making an enemy of the Dream God Palace!”

“Ji Ya, is this how you conduct yourself as the Head Shopkeeper? If you want to die, fine, but don’t drag the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce down with you!”

They blustered, but Ji Ya’s eyebrows shot up, her voice sharp.

“Shut up! You have no right to tell me what to do! Old men, you should worry about yourselves! You’re the ones who instigated this, sending Kenzaburo here! It’s not even clear who’s to blame for his loss!”

Their righteous indignation deflated like punctured balloons.

“Y-you’re talking nonsense!”

“It has nothing to do with me!”

Ji Ya smirked.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. Get out of my sight while I’m still in a good mood. Otherwise…”

Before she could finish, the shadows beneath their feet rippled, emanating a chilling Mystic King aura.

“Ji Ya, don’t get cocky! I’ll report this to the three protector elders and impeach you!”

“The Chamber has always upheld the principle of ‘harmony brings wealth.’ Offending the Dream God Palace like this… The protector elders will definitely remove you from your position!”

Ji Ya was unconcerned. Her position wasn’t granted by the protector elders. She had earned it herself.

“You’ve brought this upon yourselves. Aunt Mu, do it!”

Their shadows came to life, transforming into black ropes that bound them, wrapping them into cocoons before tossing them out the door. The door slammed shut.

…

Yan Zhen apologized. “Did I… cause trouble for you, Sister Ji Ya?”

She patted his head.

“Don’t think like that. I’ve been wanting to get rid of that persistent Kenzaburo for a while now, especially his little sister… As for the Dream God Palace, they’re powerful, but they won’t make a fuss over a single sword. We’re not pushovers either.”

She wasn’t afraid of the Dream God Palace, or even the royal family. The Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce was too important to the Sunward Kingdom, controlling over half of its economy.

“Wealth rivaling a nation” wasn’t just a saying.

Without the Chamber, the Sunward Kingdom would be reduced to a second-rate, or even third-rate, nation, vulnerable to exploitation by other kingdoms. That was a scenario neither the Dream God Palace nor the royal family wanted.

“However, Kenzaburo’s father, the current Sect Master of the Dream God Palace, might come to retrieve the tachi. If you really like Arashigir, Little Brother Yan Zhen, I’ll find a way to prevent him from taking it back.”

“It’s not that I like it. I’m just curious about the Sword Intent within it. After I comprehend it, I’ll return it to them.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Okay.”

It wasn’t a big deal. Jin’ichiro Ranzaki wouldn’t even come personally. He would simply send someone with another O Wazamono grade tachi and some gifts to exchange for Arashigir.

But by then, Yan Zhen would have already absorbed the Sword Intent, turning it into a valuable weapon in his arsenal, laying a solid foundation for his future comprehension of his own Sword Intent.

…

Due to his arrogance in blocking the attack with his bare hands, his injuries were quite severe this time, a combination of cuts and burns from the Extreme Flame. They looked painful. Going shopping was out of the question.

Yi Xian’er took him back to Elegant Courtyard to rest, while Ji Ya stayed in her office to finish her remaining work.

With Yi Xian’er present, he couldn’t enter the crystal space to seek treatment from his Beautiful Sect Master. He could only walk around the courtyard with her.

…

That evening, during bath time, he hid in the bathroom, activating his Star Shifting Fire Seal.

After his Beautiful Sect Master healed his right hand, he retrieved Arashigir, asking her if he could comprehend the Sword Intent within it.

“It’s a Wind attribute, speed-focused Sword Intent, Zhen’er. You don’t practice swordsmanship, and you don’t have Wind Mystic Power. You can’t comprehend it.”

“I see.”

“However, you can utilize this Sword Intent.”

“Really?”

“Extend your hand.”

She ignited her Starry Glass Fire, drawing a profound rune on the back of his right hand, then sheathed Arashigir, flicking the blade with her finger.

Ding.

The blade vibrated, a powerful gust of wind erupting, forming a massive green tornado that engulfed them.

“Contain.”

As she commanded, he felt the rune on his hand glowing, absorbing the entire tornado.

“From now on, Zhen’er, when you use your Extreme Flame, activate this rune. It will channel the power of this Sword Intent, using wind to enhance your flames, boosting their power to a higher level. You might even be able to shape your flames prematurely.”

“That’s amazing!”

“Although this Sword Intent isn’t particularly profound, it’s still a ‘True Intent.’ Unfortunately, it can only be used three to five times before it disappears.”

True Intent needed to be nurtured. He didn’t practice swordsmanship, so he couldn’t nurture it. He could only exploit it until it was exhausted.

He nodded, then said, “This rune looks familiar.”

She smiled faintly.

“It’s the Wind Rune, one of the nine runes from the Ancestral Talisman Scripture, Zhen’er. You can use this opportunity to practice drawing the Wind Rune. It should be much easier now.”

The five realms of the Soul – Concealed, Manifest, Ethereal, True, and Profound – could actually be divided into nine stages: Concealed, Concealed-Manifest, Manifest, Manifest-Ethereal, Ethereal, Ethereal-True, True, True-Profound, and Profound.

They corresponded to the first nine realms of the Mystic Path.

He was currently at the late stage of the Concealed Realm. If he successfully drew the Wind Rune, his Spiritual Power would advance to the Concealed-Manifest stage.

“Your cultivation is currently stagnant, Zhen’er. This is a good opportunity to train your Spiritual Power. Once you reach the Concealed-Manifest stage, you can start trying to forge the Gold and Silver Fire into your personal weapon!”

His eyes lit up. “Forge the Gold and Silver Fire?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “As I mentioned before, the Gold and Silver Fire’s greatest characteristic is its malleability. It’s also highly effective against metal and jade. If you forge it into your personal weapon, you’ll have an advantage in most battles, able to counter your opponents’ weapons.”

Chapter 36: Yan Zhen: Your Sword is Mine Now

There were no fancy moves or techniques, just a simple swing of the massive Extreme Flame Sword.

However, Kenzaburo felt immense pressure.

The intense heat emanating from the sword made the approaching wind feel scorching, as if even his Mystic Power barrier couldn’t protect him from being burned.

If he blocked it head-on, his sword, upon contact with the Extreme Flame Sword, might melt instantly.

He had to use his Sword Intent, unleash it once more, to cleave through the flame-forged blade! That was his only chance!

As he contemplated this, the Extreme Flame Sword grew even larger, the pressure intensifying.

In that moment, he realized:

He couldn’t block this attack. It was impossible. A direct confrontation would result in defeat, if not death, then severe injury. He had to dodge, he had to!!!

But was he as fast as Yan Zhen?

He froze.

The giant sword descended.

“—Spare him!”

A figure leaped onto the arena, intercepting the attack. His hands, clamping onto the blade, stopped its descent.

It was Kenzaburo’s protector, the elderly man.

His Seven Star Mystic King cultivation completely suppressed the Extreme Flame Sword’s power. With a push, he sent Yan Zhen stumbling backwards, nearly losing his grip on the sword.

“The duel is over. Please show some restraint, young man.”

Yan Zhen regained his footing, his gaze cold as he looked at the elderly man in his kimono and sandals.

So he intervened. Shameless old man.

“Your Dream God Palace interfered in the duel. Doesn’t that mean I win?”

The protector nodded.

“Naturally, you are the victor, Master Yan Zhen. We will take our leave now. Farewell.”

“Wait!” Yan Zhen shouted. “You can leave, but according to our agreement, Young Sect Master Ranzaki must forfeit his sword.”

Kenzaburo’s face paled, his grip tightening on his sword’s hilt.

Losing his sword meant losing his meticulously cultivated Sword Intent, severely hindering his future swordsmanship training.

He shouldn’t have wagered such a valuable sword, but he had been so confident in his ability to kill Yan Zhen that he had agreed to anything. He never expected…

However, going back on his word in public violated his upbringing.

He had been eloquent before, but now, his lips were sealed, unable to speak.

His protector, unwilling to see his young master’s cultivation suffer, stepped forward, his voice calm.

“Master Yan Zhen, it’s normal for young men to spar and compete, but… being too greedy, wanting everything… that’s not good… Some things… aren’t yours just because you possess them.”

“You’re refusing to pay up?” Yan Zhen chuckled coldly. “So the Dream God Palace can’t accept defeat?”

“Insulting the Dream God Palace in my presence… Aren’t you being a bit too disrespectful, Master Yan Zhen?”

The protector stroked his beard, his tone warning, his gaze piercing.

This was a Mystic King’s “Glare Technique,” capable of intimidating those below that realm. However, with his Emperor Flame Technique and Ancestral Talisman Scripture, Yan Zhen was immune to such pressure.

“That’s it? Do you think everyone here is blind like you? Your Dream God Palace is clearly refusing to honor its agreement!” He was fearless, his defiance part of the acting requirement. “You should rename yourselves the ‘Sore Loser Palace’! Can’t win, so you cheat!”

“You’ve gone too far, Master Yan Zhen.”

The protector’s face darkened, his Mystic Power surging. He was about to attack.

However, at that moment, a sharp black dagger silently pressed against his back, making him freeze.

“You’re the one who’s gone too far, Old Man Ju.”

Aunt Mu emerged from the protector’s shadow, her figure materializing like a phantom, resembling a legendary black fairy.

“Interfering in a duel between juniors… Have you no shame? Or do you think our Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce is easy to bully?”

He frowned, feeling the pressure emanating from her, knowing that any movement would result in a devastating attack.

Although he was confident in his ability to defeat any Mystic King in a direct confrontation, this woman, the personal bodyguard of two generations of Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce Head Shopkeepers, specialized in stealth and assassination. She could move through shadows, making her incredibly difficult to defend against.

“Is this the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce’s final decision?”

“A bet is a bet.”

“Fine! I’ll report this to the Sect Master. Don’t regret this later.”

Kenzaburo, gritting his teeth, reluctantly sheathed his sword, then untied the cord, tossing the sword to Yan Zhen.

“Please… treat her well, Master Yan Zhen.”

Yan Zhen caught the tachi, drawing the blade. He saw the inscription, “Arashigir” (Storm Cutter), his sharp Spiritual Power sensing the lingering Sword Intent within it.

It wasn’t Kenzaburo’s Sword Intent, but the sword’s own inherent intent, a feeling of being able to cut through even the wind. No wonder it was called “Arashigir.”

“Arashigir, huh? I’ll take good care of you.”

Kenzaburo’s face paled further.

Yan Zhen felt no guilt. If he wanted to kill him, he should be prepared for retaliation.

He had merely broken Kenzaburo’s unwavering swordsmanship spirit. He wasn’t even satisfied. If not for the protector’s intervention, Kenzaburo would have also lost an arm, just like Han Feng.

…

Aunt Mu sheathed her dagger, melting back into the shadows beside Yan Zhen.

The protector snorted, then grabbed the dejected Kenzaburo, soaring into the air.

Sayoko hurriedly followed them, fearing retribution from the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce.

No one actually cared about her.

…

Yan Zhen stored the sword in his storage ring, then said sincerely, “Thank you for your help, Aunt Mu.”

She glanced at his injured right hand. “Go apply some medicine.”

Then she vanished.

Truly a ghost.

Shadow Mystic Power seems pretty cool. My Fire Mystic Power is so ordinary.

He sighed, jumping off the arena, returning to Ji Ya and Yi Xian’er.

Seeing his hand covered in cuts and burns from the Extreme Flame, they quickly led him to her office to apply medicine.

…

As they tended to his injuries, he claimed his reward.

[Special Trump Card: Forty-Meter Greatsword. Upon activation, summons a forty-meter greatsword using the power of heaven and earth, instantly killing all hostile targets within range who are lower realm than Host.]

Oh? A rare direct attack card, perfect for clearing out trash mobs. He wouldn’t be needing it anytime soon. The “one man army” plot points hadn’t started yet.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door. Ji Ya gestured for Jin Tong and Yu Nu to open it. It was the Second and Third Shopkeepers.

“What are you doing here?”

They ignored her, their gazes fixed on Yan Zhen, their voices cold.

“Boy, return that tachi to the Dream God Palace. It’s not something you can possess.”

Chapter 35: Catching the Blade with Bare Hands

Having witnessed Yan Zhen effortlessly dodge Kenzaburo’s three strikes, Sayoko no longer underestimated him, but she still didn’t believe he could defeat her brother.

Because Kenzaburo hadn’t unleashed his ultimate weapon: his Sword Intent.

When his Sword Intent manifested, even Mystic Master experts would have to tread carefully, let alone a mere Three Star Mystic Scholar.

The Second and Third Shopkeepers, however, were panicking.

In their plan, Yan Zhen was supposed to be killed instantly. The Dream God Palace Young Sect Master had a reputation for instantly slaying Mystic Scholars of the same realm. How could he fail to even injure Yan Zhen, who was a lower realm, after three strikes?

“If only Young Sect Master Ranzaki had emerged from seclusion earlier! Back then, that Yan brat was only a Ninth Star Mystic Adept! Now, thanks to Ji Ya’s cauldron physique, his cultivation has skyrocketed! He’s even more difficult to deal with!”

“Is he going to escape our grasp again?!”

Recalling Han Feng’s fate, their expressions darkened.

Han Feng’s death had nearly ruined their relationship with the Academy Headmaster, who had been a close friend. They had managed to appease him with Yan Zhen’s explanation, but he had warned them that he would report the incident to the Sacred Ground Academy. They would be held responsible if the Academy investigated.

They didn’t know that Han Feng’s Extreme Flame was already gone. Yan Zhen’s explanation was a lie. If they reported the incident as it was, it would only incur the Sacred Ground Academy’s wrath.

…

On the arena.

Kenzaburo gazed at Yan Zhen, his expression serious.

“This is the first time I’ve been at a disadvantage against an opponent of the same realm. Your strength is truly remarkable, Master Yan Zhen. No wonder Miss Ji Ya has chosen you.”

Yan Zhen was annoyed by his hypocritical politeness.

“Is that all you’ve got? The Dream God Palace is nothing special.”

Kenzaburo narrowed his eyes.

“I haven’t unleashed my strongest strike yet. If you can withstand it head-on, I’ll concede defeat.”

Yan Zhen scoffed inwardly. This cunning bastard, seeing his speed was too fast for his Iaijutsu to connect, was trying to provoke him into blocking his strongest attack. He was incredibly manipulative, yet he maintained a facade of honor and integrity.

The naive Yan Zhen in the script had fallen for his act, assuming Kenzaburo wanted a true warrior’s confrontation. He had abandoned the aerial advantage of Starry Sky Dance, choosing to block the Six Star Mystic Scholar’s Sword Intent-infused attack with his Ninth Star Mystic Adept cultivation, nearly dying in the process.

The acting requirement was to block this attack. He felt a sense of disgust, but with his current cultivation far surpassing his previous life’s, blocking it shouldn’t be a problem.

“Bring it on.” He dismissed his Extreme Flame Sword. “I’d like to see how strong your strongest strike is.”

Kenzaburo’s eyes gleamed. He closed his eyes, his Mystic Power surging around him, becoming increasingly sharp and focused.

Below the arena, Yi Xian’er frowned, whispering, “Why did he put away his Extreme Flame Sword? Did he do that in your previous life too?”

Ji Ya shook her head.

“He blocked Kenzaburo’s strongest strike with his Extreme Flame Sword.”

“Heh heh.” Sayoko chuckled. “Trying to block my brother’s Divine Wind Flash with his bare hands? He’s courting death! Just wait, you’ll be collecting his corpse soon!”

They ignored her, their eyes fixed on the duel, but one had already alerted Aunt Mu, while the other was ready to intervene.

…

Kenzaburo’s Mystic Power grew sharper, a hint of Sword Intent emerging, swirling around his sword.

Even before he drew his blade, it felt like the ground beneath them was splitting apart.

Yan Zhen wasn’t careless. He ignited the Gold and Silver Fire in his hand, unleashing its full power the moment Kenzaburo opened his eyes and drew his sword.

Bang!

An energy wave, infused with Sword Intent, surged towards him, accompanied by a gust of wind. He didn’t dodge, his hand, engulfed in the blazing gold and silver flames, meeting the attack head-on, blocking the strike that could have cleaved a house in two.

The Sword Intent-enhanced energy wave, besides generating a powerful wind, was incredibly sharp, constantly slicing at his flames, sparks scattering, burning black marks on the arena floor.

The Sword Intent, bypassing his flames, injured his hand. His palm and the webbing between his thumb and forefinger cracked, blood flowing.

If this continued, his hand would be severed, and the energy wave would reach his chest.

— I was a bit too confident. Sword Intent is truly powerful.

However, he remained calm, enduring the pain, utilizing the Yin-Yang Force from the Tai Chi Tremor, absorbing the chaotic energy into his hand, then flinging it upwards.

Whoosh!

The energy wave shot towards the sky, then exploded, dissipating.

Kenzaburo’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The spectators, including Sayoko, were stunned.

A Three Star Mystic Scholar had actually blocked a Six Star Mystic Scholar’s Sword Intent-infused attack with his bare hands?!

“T-that’s impossible!”

She couldn’t accept this. In her mind, her brother was the most talented swordsman of his generation, unrivaled in the entire Sunward Kingdom. How could he lose to an unknown boy barely sixteen years old?

Ji Ya and Yi Xian’er sighed with relief. Although they had known the outcome, the scene had still been tense.

The Second and Third Shopkeepers, watching from the Chamber’s building, slammed their hands against their foreheads. Their shock was overshadowed by their fury.

“Damn that brat! We can’t get rid of him?!”

“When did such a monster appear in the Gallo Kingdom?!”

Kenzaburo’s face darkened. Yan Zhen’s feat meant not only had he been publicly humiliated, damaging the Dream God Palace’s reputation, but he also had to forfeit his sword, as agreed.

This O Wazamono grade tachi was a birthday gift from his father, a cherished companion for many years. His “Divine Wind Sword Intent” had been nurtured by this sword.

Losing it would significantly weaken his Sword Intent, perhaps even rendering it unusable.

…

Yan Zhen dismissed the Gold and Silver Fire. His hand was burned and cut, but he didn’t treat it immediately. Instead, he retrieved the hilt-shaped Mystic Tool Embryo from his storage ring, channeling the Gold and Silver Fire into it, forming a sword.

“It’s impolite to not reciprocate, Young Sect Master Ranzaki. Try to block my sword.” He said slowly. “If you can withstand it, we’ll consider this a draw, and you can keep your sword.”

Kenzaburo’s eyes lit up. As if fearing Yan Zhen might change his mind, he quickly drew his tachi, gripping the hilt with both hands, assuming a standard kendo stance.

“I’m honored to accept your challenge, Master Yan Zhen. Please, show me your skills!”

Yan Zhen smirked, channeling Mystic Power into the Extreme Flame Sword, its blade extending several feet.

Then, with a powerful kick, he lunged forward, swinging the massive sword, now comparable to a siege weapon, towards Kenzaburo.

Chapter 34: Yan Zhen vs. Kenzaburo Ranzaki

Kenzaburo’s line was identical to the script, even his tone unchanged, his voice righteous, as if this were his life’s motto.

And in the script, Yan Zhen had only been a Ninth Star Mystic Adept, far weaker than Kenzaburo’s Six Star Mystic Scholar cultivation. An ordinary cultivator would have been killed instantly.

Fortunately, despite his low cultivation, Yan Zhen had possessed decent Spiritual Power and Flowing Spring Boots, barely managing to dodge Kenzaburo’s Iaijutsu, avoiding a swift death.

Despite his eloquent words, Kenzaburo’s true intention had been to kill Yan Zhen, eliminating his rival.

With his status, even if he was investigated afterwards, the punishment wouldn’t be severe.

— He’s such a hypocrite.

“I accept your challenge, but… my conditions aren’t so simple.”

Kenzaburo’s eyes gleamed. “Please speak, Master Yan Zhen.”

Yan Zhen’s voice was cold. “If I win, you leave your sword.”

“What?!” Sayoko exclaimed before Kenzaburo could respond. “You dare covet my brother’s sword? You’re delusional!”

“Sayoko, step back.” Kenzaburo pulled his sister away. “You have a keen eye, Master Yan Zhen. My sword is classified as a ‘O Wazamono’ (Great Sharpness). Its sharpness is sufficient to cut through a Mystic Master’s Mystic Power armor.”

Tachi were categorized into five grades: Wazamono (Sharpness), Ryo Wazamono (Superior Sharpness), O Wazamono (Great Sharpness), Saijo O Wazamono (Supreme Great Sharpness), and “Meito” (Famous Sword). The classification was based on the blade’s sharpness. A Meito, the highest grade, could easily slice through a Mystic King’s defenses. They were incredibly powerful.

“As you wish, Master Yan Zhen. If I lose, you may have my sword.”

He didn’t mention what Yan Zhen would have to offer if he lost. He seemed agreeable.

However, beneath his polite demeanor lay a cold and ruthless heart.

He didn’t need anything from Yan Zhen, because he planned to take his life.

“Then let’s choose a location and begin. We still have shopping to do afterwards.”

His words played right into Kenzaburo’s hands.

“You’re a man of action, Master Yan Zhen. Lead the way.”

…

They arrived at the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce’s performance arena, the same one where Yan Zhen had severed Han Feng’s hand.

The arena was surrounded by spectators, as if they had known about the upcoming duel. It was the Second and Third Shopkeepers’ arrangement. They were watching from a window in the Chamber’s main building, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Yan Zhen’s success in treating Ji Ya’s illness had put them in a difficult position. They hated him.

“Master Yan Zhen, there are no referees here. Let’s keep the rules simple. Whoever falls or steps out of the arena loses. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

“I’ll be using my sword. You may use whatever weapon you’re comfortable with.”

“Okay.”

…

They stepped onto the arena, facing each other from a distance of ten meters.

Below the arena, Yi Xian’er frowned. Kenzaburo possessed a sword comparable to a Tier 3 Mystic Tool, he was a Six Star Mystic Scholar on the verge of breaking through to the Seventh Star, and he wielded a lightning-fast Iaijutsu. Yan Zhen’s chances of winning were slim.

However, she noticed Ji Ya seemed unconcerned. She whispered, “Did they also duel in your previous life?”

Ji Ya nodded.

“Yes, in my previous life, Little Brother Yan Zhen, for my sake, challenged him despite being only a Ninth Star Mystic Adept. He barely won.”

He won even as a Ninth Star Mystic Adept? And now he’s a Three Star Mystic Scholar…

She relaxed, silently awaiting her beloved’s moment of glory.

Sayoko, nearby, scoffed. “A mere Three Star Mystic Scholar, daring to challenge my brother? He’s courting death!”

She turned to the two women. “Just watch. My brother will chop off his head the moment the duel begins.”

They both looked at her as if she were an idiot, then whispered to each other, making arrangements for her.

…

On the arena.

“Are you ready, Master Yan Zhen?”

“I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Then…”

Kenzaburo’s aura shifted, his eyes slowly closing as his right hand gripped the hilt of his tachi, his left hand positioned below the tsuba, his thumb pushing the blade slightly out of its sheath, the sunlight reflecting off its polished surface.

His entire being, his essence, energy, and spirit, focused on the sword. He abruptly opened his eyes, a flash of lightning seeming to shoot from them.

— Dream God Style, Iaijutsu!

A clear, ringing sound echoed through the arena as he drew his sword, a translucent wave of energy shooting towards Yan Zhen, aiming for his neck.

Any other Three Star Mystic Scholar would have been dead.

However, in the instant Kenzaburo drew and sheathed his sword, Yan Zhen had already activated his Spiritual Perception and his Flowing Spring Boots, utilizing Shadowstep. With his enhanced cultivation, his movements were incredibly agile. He effortlessly dodged the otherwise fatal attack.

“What?!”

Kenzaburo was surprised. He had charged that attack for a long time. It could kill even a Seven Star Mystic Scholar, yet Yan Zhen had dodged it? Was it because of his boot-shaped Mystic Tool? He was lucky.

However, Dream God Iaijutsu consisted of three consecutive strikes, each stronger than the last. If one failed, he would simply strike again!

Hum~

A sharp buzzing sound filled the arena, the sound of the blade leaving its sheath.

The second strike, even more powerful than the first, shot towards Yan Zhen, also aiming for his neck.

He dodged again.

Then came the third, and strongest, strike. The energy wave was twice the size of the previous two, more than enough to decapitate, even bisect, him.

Its range was too wide to dodge. The only option was to block it head-on.

He channeled the Gold and Silver Fire into the Mystic Tool Embryo in his hand, condensing it into an Extreme Flame Sword, then swung it, meeting the incoming energy wave.

According to the script, his sword wouldn’t be able to fully negate the attack. He would be forced backwards, nearly falling off the arena.

However, in reality, his sword sliced through the energy wave as easily as a hot knife through butter.

At this rate, he wouldn’t even need to use Starry Sky Dance to fly into the air, as described in the script. He could easily defeat Kenzaburo.

He blinked, feeling a bit troubled.

Following the script was too risky. One mistake, and he could lose his head.

That was terrifying.

Forget it, I’ll just finish him off quickly.

…

“He blocked my third strike?”

Kenzaburo couldn’t believe it. With his cultivation, his three-strike Iaijutsu was deadly to all Mystic Scholars. Even a Tier 2 Mystic Beast would have been sliced to pieces by now. Yet Yan Zhen remained unharmed!

“Is that… your Extreme Flame, Master Yan Zhen? Truly remarkable.”

Below the arena, Sayoko’s smug expression vanished, replaced by a look of concern.