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Chapter 80: Beautiful Sect Master’s Distractions

Yan Zhen understood his Beautiful Sect Master’s point.

Simply being able to draw a circle with his left hand and a square with his right wasn’t enough. He needed to do it under duress.

However, there were many ways to distract him. Why did it have to be hugging?

Enveloped in her embrace, her unique fragrance, a blend of floral and medicinal scents, filled his senses. It was intoxicating, like a potent aphrodisiac, capable of stealing one’s reason.

The most distracting aspect of this position, however, was the sensation of her body pressed against his back. Though he couldn’t see her, he could vividly picture her in his mind:

She stood barefoot, her arms emerging from her flowing sleeves to encircle his waist, her pale hands clasped over his abdomen. Her upper body leaned against his back, the weight of her ample bosom, concealed beneath her black robes, pressing against him. He imagined those mounds as soft, white dough, expertly kneaded by a skilled baker into perfectly round cakes. Even through the fabric of her robes, he could sense their yielding softness.

This felt less like a distraction technique and more like a newlywed wife clinging to her husband.

Of course, it was just a resemblance. His Beautiful Sect Master wouldn’t act like that.

Her heart was filled with a sincere desire to see him succeed. She was willing to do anything to nurture his talent, including dual cultivation.

He didn’t understand why things were unfolding differently from the script, but since his Beautiful Sect Master was so invested in his growth, he couldn’t let her down.

Yan Zhen took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Instructor Yu Xuan’s ministrations earlier had left a lingering trace of “sage energy” within him, making him less susceptible to distractions.

He picked up the brush, attempting to draw a square with his left hand and a circle with his right, all while being held captive in his Beautiful Sect Master’s embrace.

Suddenly, her hands, clasped over his abdomen, gently tickled his stomach. He stifled a giggle, the lines of his square and circle going awry.

His amusement faded.

Chen Xi chuckled softly. “That was just a small distraction, Zhen’er. You can’t let yourself be so easily swayed. In other words, you need to reserve a portion of your focus for dealing with unexpected events. That way, no matter what happens, your drawing won’t be affected.”

He nodded thoughtfully and tried again.

He divided his focus into three parts: one for drawing the square with his left hand, one for drawing the circle with his right hand, and one reserved for dealing with any sudden distractions.

The theory was simple, but putting it into practice proved surprisingly difficult.

What did it mean to keep his mind “empty”? Was he supposed to just zone out like a couch potato? Did reserving a third of his focus mean becoming one-third of a couch potato?

…

He struggled, his expression contorting as he tried to grasp the concept, but it eluded him.

The system remained silent, indicating he couldn’t skip this part. He had to figure it out on his own.

This time, he focused on drawing his shapes while remaining vigilant for any surprise attacks from his Beautiful Sect Master. However, she made no move, simply holding him close as he struggled to draw, his shapes becoming increasingly crude due to his divided attention.

He had been tricked.

“Heh, let’s try again.”

“Okay~”

On his third attempt, he had barely drawn a horizontal line with his left hand and a curved line with his right when the pressure against his back intensified. A cool breeze brushed against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Another failure.

“Don’t be discouraged, Zhen’er. Keep trying.”

“Alright.”

He couldn’t shake the feeling that his Beautiful Sect Master was enjoying this a little too much. Her voice seemed lighter, more playful.

Although she usually maintained an aloof, ethereal demeanor, he knew she had a mischievous, childlike side.

Like that time she had secretly eaten his snacks and licked her fingers. So adorable!

“Zhen’er, focus.”

A gentle tap on his head snapped him out of his daydream. He banished those thoughts and resumed his attempts at multi-tasking.

His Beautiful Sect Master, meanwhile, had moved on to new distractions. One of her hands slipped beneath his tunic, slowly trailing from his stomach to his chest, like a curious snake exploring a burrow.

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to ignore the sensation as he sped up his drawing. However, just as he was about to complete his shapes, her fingertip grazed a particularly sensitive spot.

His fourth attempt ended in failure.

His face burning with shame, he protested, “Master, please… don’t do that. You know I’m sensitive there.”

Chen Xi tightened her embrace. “That’s precisely why I’m doing this, Zhen’er. In actual combat, your opponent’s attacks will be relentless, and your survival instincts will force you to focus intently. If you can’t handle this level of distraction, you won’t stand a chance in a real fight… I’ll be increasing the intensity from now on. Be prepared.”

What?! Even more intense? He couldn’t imagine enduring anything more stimulating.

He grimaced and continued practicing.

She nibbled on his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine. She trailed kisses along his neck, her touch light as a feather.

Her hands, like playful children, roamed his body, pinching his sides, drawing circles on his chest, even venturing lower, her fingernails gently scraping his sensitive skin.

His face burned, his hands trembled, and his drawings became increasingly distorted.

He briefly wondered if his Beautiful Sect Master was treating him like her personal toy, but her instructions remained serious, focused, and insightful. He quickly dismissed the thought. It was his own fault for being so weak-willed.

Finally, a voice calling his name from outside prompted her to release him.

“Come back tonight and practice some more. It’s understandably difficult at first, but with your strong foundation in Spiritual Power, Zhen’er, I believe you’ll master this quickly. Soon, you’ll be able to split your focus three ways, even four.”

Yan Zhen, still reeling from her ministrations, nodded weakly.

“I’m going to eat now. See you later, Master.”

He practically fled back to his room. Hearing Instructor Yu Xuan calling his name, he straightened his clothes and opened the door.

“Instructor.”

He blushed, as did Instructor Yu Xuan. She lowered her head, her hands trembling slightly as she held the tray, resembling a newlywed concubine still intimidated by her husband’s… vigor.

Except in their case, the roles were reversed.

She hurried into the room and placed the tray on the table. “I’m sorry, Yan Zhen. I… I lost control earlier. That’s why I was so… unrestrained. It was my fault. I promise it won’t happen again. Please don’t be angry.”

He wasn’t angry. He was more concerned about the possibility of a next time. He twitched his lips.

“It’s alright, Instructor. I’m not angry. After all, I’m also responsible. I can’t blame you entirely.”

“Good, I’m glad. I made this soup especially for you. Drink it. It’ll replenish your energy.”

She gazed at him expectantly, clearly not planning to leave until he finished the soup.

Curious, he opened the lid of the container. His face instantly darkened.

If he drank this, he wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight!

Chapter 79

The afternoon was dedicated to practical combat training. Due to the morning’s confrontation, the other students had decided to ostracize Yan Zhen, refusing to spar with him.

Yan Zhen was perfectly content with this arrangement. He was about to close his eyes and rest when Xiao Xinyan approached him, her voice uncharacteristically meek.

“Let’s spar.”

“Are you sure?” Yan Zhen eyed her skeptically. “I’m not very good at holding back.”

“Don’t underestimate me.” She lifted her chin defiantly. “I may only be a Seventh Star Mystic One, but I’m not afraid of an Eighth Star.”

Yan Zhen nodded. “Alright, I’ll try to go easy on you. Just call out if I’m hurting you.”

A flicker of delight crossed her face when he agreed. However, sensing the curious gazes of their classmates, she quickly schooled her features into a stern expression. “What are you looking at? Get back to your training!” she snapped.

Her natural beauty, coupled with her talent, her status as the Xiao family’s eldest daughter, and the backing of her brother, the top-ranked student, gave her a certain authority.

The other students quickly dispersed, their minds buzzing with speculation.

Why is Xiao Xinyan acting so familiar with Yan Zhen? Didn’t he just declare his intention to challenge Xiao Mie this morning? Is she trying to use her feminine wiles to assess his strength?

As the spar commenced, many students couldn’t help but watch, their confusion growing. Even Xiao Mie frowned.

Although they were only cousins, he and Xiao Xinyan were relatively close.

He knew his cousin well. She wasn’t a bad person at heart, but her temper was short, and her tongue was sharp. Apart from the few girls who fawned over her, she didn’t get along with anyone, even going so far as to physically punish a boy who had confessed his feelings for her.

So why was she being so… friendly with Yan Zhen, someone she clearly disliked?

As he pondered this, a thought struck him. Yan Zhen was the one who had rescued her from Xiao Shi.

And now, she was living with Instructor Yu Xuan, along with that Yan Zhen brat.

— Don’t tell me…

Xiao Mie’s frown deepened. Yan Zhen might be exceptional, but he was already entangled with Mi Xue’er and the others. He didn’t want his little cousin getting involved.

— Another reason to fight him.

…

After returning home, Yan Zhen immediately entered the Crystal Stone Space and informed his Beautiful Sect Master of the situation.

To defeat Xiao Mie in a month, he needed to temporarily set aside alchemy and talisman crafting and focus solely on cultivating his Mystic Power and Mystic Techniques.

Chen Xi, having anticipated this, readily agreed and offered her guidance.

In terms of Mystic Power, Yan Zhen had stockpiled a significant amount of Small Origin Pills, enough to help him reach the Seventh Star Mystic One rank within a month.

The key lay in his Mystic Techniques.

Xiao Mie had been suppressing his cultivation for over a year, honing his control over Mystic Power and mastering his techniques to a level far surpassing other Ninth Star Mystic Ones.

Regarding Mystic Power, Yan Zhen was confident he wouldn’t lose to any other Mystic One, thanks to the “Imperial Blaze Art” and the support of his Spiritual Power.

His weakness lay in his Mystic Techniques.

Currently, only “Tai Chi Shock” and “Eight Extremes Explosion” were truly effective in combat.

“Qigong Finger” and “Qi Vortex Technique” were only useful for dealing with weaker opponents or providing support.

The “Flame Palm” and “Great Flame Palm” techniques passed down through his family were even less useful.

Learning ordinary Mystic Techniques wouldn’t be enough to defeat Xiao Mie. His best option was to further develop his mastery of “Tai Chi Shock” and “Eight Extremes Explosion.”

According to the script, his Beautiful Sect Master would advise him to focus on strengthening his body to withstand the strain of unleashing the Triple Burst “Eight Extremes Explosion” without injury.

The fastest way to increase his physical strength in a short time was through a cycle of enduring beatings, soaking in medicinal baths, and enduring more beatings.

However, his Beautiful Sect Master had a different suggestion: mastering the second level of “Tai Chi Shock.”

“Using gentle force to deflect attacks and retaliating with shockwaves is merely the first level of ‘Tai Chi Shock,’” she explained. “There is a second level, known as ‘Yin Yang Force.’”

Chen Xi demonstrated, her left hand glowing with white light, her right hand radiating black energy.

“Left hand Yang, right hand Yin. When these two forces strike a target simultaneously, Yin and Yang intertwine, giving birth to Tai Chi, neutralizing the opponent’s Mystic Power.”

She drew circles with her hands, one black, one white. As they merged, she pushed forward, the surrounding Mystic Power visibly dissipating.

Yan Zhen watched, mesmerized. He hadn’t known “Tai Chi Shock” possessed such a profound ability. It was a silencing technique, capable of disrupting an opponent’s Mystic Power flow, making their attacks increasingly difficult to execute and preventing them from unleashing their Mystic Techniques.

The perfect counter to someone like Xiao Mie, who excelled in Mystic Techniques.

And if he combined it with the occasional pull and control of his “Qi Vortex Technique”…

Wow, that would be truly annoying. He could already picture Xiao Mie’s frustration, his powerful techniques rendered useless.

Was he really going to walk the path of a cunning trickster?

No, he was supposed to be a righteous, powerful warrior, overwhelming his opponents with sheer force, breaking through all obstacles with his strength.

Only then would Xiao Mie truly acknowledge his superiority and become one of his trusted allies at the Sacred Land Academy.

“Master, this seems incredibly difficult. I don’t think I can learn it in such a short time. Is there another, simpler method? Like, perhaps, the second level of ‘Eight Extremes Explosion’…?” He hinted desperately.

Chen Xi chuckled softly. “The second level of ‘Eight Extremes Explosion’ involves generating a ninth extreme force within the eight existing forces. You’ll need to reach at least the Mystic Master realm to even attempt it. You’re still far from that level, Zhen’er. However, ‘Tai Chi Shock’ has no cultivation requirement. With enough comprehension, even a Mystic Disciple can master it.”

Yan Zhen was starting to get frustrated. Why wouldn’t she just tell him how to strengthen his body and stabilize his Triple Burst?

Then it hit him. Mastering “Tai Chi Shock” would also involve enduring beatings. And after those beatings, his Beautiful Sect Master would naturally have him soak in medicinal baths. Wouldn’t that achieve both goals?

This must be her intention! Yan Zhen felt a surge of enlightenment. Although the plot was deviating slightly, the overall direction remained consistent.

“I understand, Master. What do I need to do?”

“The so-called Yin and Yang Forces are simply gentle and forceful energies. There’s no great secret. The key lies in coordinating these two forces with your cultivation technique. Therefore, the first step is to learn how to split your focus. Zhen’er, try drawing a circle with your left hand and a square with your right.”

Chen Xi gestured with her hand, and a stone table rose from the ground before them.

Yan Zhen retrieved paper and a brush from his storage ring and began to draw, his mind focused.

He had expected to struggle, but to his surprise, he succeeded on his first attempt. A perfect circle on the left, a perfect square on the right.

Chen Xi nodded approvingly. “With your strong soul and nascent Spiritual Power, this isn’t a difficult task. However, this is just the beginning. In actual combat, your opponent won’t give you the luxury of focusing calmly. Therefore, the minimum requirement is to split your focus three ways, like this.”

To his astonishment, she embraced him from behind, her ample bosom pressing against his back, the soft mounds deforming under the pressure.

He froze, his ears burning. Her voice, a soft whisper against his ear, sent shivers down his spine.

“Now, Zhen’er, is it still easy to draw a square with your left hand and a circle with your right?”

“N-no, not really.”

Her warmth and fragrance overwhelmed his senses, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else.

“However, you can’t focus too intently on one thing, or you won’t achieve true multi-tasking.” She released him, her expression carefully neutral. “Finding the balance is the key to mastering the second level of ‘Tai Chi Shock.’”

Chapter 78: Yan Zhen is eating

Challenging newcomers was an unspoken rule at the Mystic Academy, especially in the Advanced Classes. It was a rite of passage, a way to establish dominance. Therefore, Yan Zhen’s preemptive strike, mirroring his entrance into the Class, was perfectly acceptable.

Besides, this was a key plot point. The script required him to “provoke the entire class and secure a duel agreement with Xiao Mie.”

As expected, his bold introduction resulted in him being surrounded by a group of hostile classmates during lunch break.

Most of them were Xiao Mie’s loyal followers. As the top student and the eldest son of the esteemed Xiao family, he had no shortage of devoted fans.

While Xiao Mie might be willing to overlook Yan Zhen’s arrogance, his followers were not. They considered Advanced Class 1 their territory. Even if Yan Zhen possessed exceptional skills, he shouldn’t have been so brazen.

Despite being encircled, Yan Zhen remained seated, leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalance. He crossed his arms, stretched out his legs, and casually surveyed the group. “Anyone who wants to fight, step right up. But be warned, I won’t hold back against weaklings.”

Mystic Power, infused with the Gold and Silver Fire, flared around him, enveloping half his body in a faint, shimmering aura. It was a display of power typically reserved for Mystic Scholars.

The students’ faces tightened. They knew Yan Zhen wasn’t a Mystic Scholar, but they couldn’t help but feel apprehensive.

To achieve a feat typically reserved for Mystic Scholars while still at the Mystic One rank defied logic, making him seem even more formidable.

However, among these hot-blooded youths, there was no shortage of those who refused to back down until they hit a wall. Provoked by the word “weakling,” one student stepped forward, challenging Yan Zhen.

He was a Seventh Star Mystic One. Challenging Yan Zhen, a mere Sixth Star, would normally be considered dishonorable. However, in this situation, no one thought so. Instead, they admired his courage.

Yan Zhen acknowledged his opponent’s spirit, beckoning him with a crooked finger. “Brave, aren’t you? Let’s see what you’ve got!”

The challenger’s face flushed red with anger. With a roar, he charged at Yan Zhen, unleashing a Mystic Technique.

Yan Zhen met his attack with a swift kick to the chest, sending him flying backward.

The student scrambled back to his feet, ready to attack again. However, Xiao Mie’s voice boomed through the classroom.

“Stop this at once! Fighting is forbidden in the classroom! If you want to fight, take it to the dueling arena!”

Having silenced his followers, Xiao Mie turned to Yan Zhen, his expression serious. “Yan Zhen, our paths are destined to cross. I’ll be waiting for your challenge.”

“You won’t be holding onto that first place title for much longer,” Yan Zhen retorted, refusing to be outdone.

“Planning to challenge me after you reach the Seventh Star? You’re more arrogant than I thought.” Xiao Mie’s confidence was unwavering. “I’m not like Lan Ke. You’d do well to remember that.”

“Suppressing your cultivation? Honestly, that’s foolish.” Yan Zhen couldn’t resist adding, “With your talent, you should be pushing for a breakthrough, not holding yourself back. What’s the point of being strong at the Mystic Scholar realm if you waste years stagnating? You need to set your sights higher.”

“Aiming too high will only leave you grounded, Yan Zhen.”

“Fine. We’ll agree to disagree.”

Yan Zhen shrugged and strode out of the classroom.

Xiao Mie was a formidable opponent, even for the two Mystic Scholar students who were about to graduate.

At his current level, engaging Xiao Mie without using the Gold and Silver Fire would be risky. His chances of winning were slim.

He needed to advance at least one more star rank and refine his mastery of several Mystic Techniques before he could confidently face him.

As he walked, Yan Zhen claimed the reward for completing that key plot point.

[Special Trump Card – Jeet Kune Do: Activateable only when the opponent refuses the Host’s request. Upon activation, the Host’s next punch will induce a state of submission in the opponent, rendering them temporarily obedient to the Host’s commands.]

“…Interesting.”

Though a bit strange, it seemed potentially useful.

He cheerfully added it to his inventory. As he rounded a corner, he nearly collided with someone, stopping just in time.

It was Miss High-and-Mighty, blocking his path. Don’t tell me she’s going to start something here? He tensed, wary.

“Senior Sister Xinyan? Do you need something?”

Xiao Xinyan stood rigidly, her hands clasped before her, her usual arrogance replaced by a demure, almost timid demeanor.

“Yan Zhen… Junior Brother… you’re no match for Brother Xiao Mie. Don’t be reckless and challenge him. You’ll only lose miserably.”

Yan Zhen raised an eyebrow. “Is that all?”

“You… you don’t believe me?” she asked, her voice laced with urgency. “I’m telling the truth! Brother Xiao Mie is far more powerful than you realize. Even a One Star Mystic Scholar wouldn’t be confident in defeating him!”

“I’m also far more powerful than you realize. Even a One Star Mystic Scholar wouldn’t be confident in defeating me.”

“You–!”

“Anything else? If not, please step aside. I’m in a hurry.”

“Wait!” She blocked his path again. “I’m here to repay my debt. How much was that pill? I’ll reimburse you.”

That pill? He realized she was referring to the Detoxification Pill. The ingredients weren’t expensive, only the refining process was complex. It had a high market price, but his production cost was quite low.

“No need to repay me. I’m not so petty as to demand payment for a simple pill. Just be careful next time. Don’t get drugged again. I won’t bother saving you. I don’t want to get soaked again!”

Xiao Xinyan flushed at his blunt words, unable to refute them.

The memory of pleasuring herself and losing control in front of him filled her with shame. Yet, a strange thrill lurked beneath the surface, causing her to involuntarily clench her legs together.

Yan Zhen, unwilling to waste time on her, saw through her act. Her earlier confrontation with Mi Xue’er had revealed her sharp tongue and fiery temper. This sudden shift to a meek, gentle demeanor was clearly a tactic to disarm him and gain his favor.

Unfortunately for her, her attempts at gentleness paled in comparison to Instructor Yu Xuan’s. Now that was true gentleness.

…

Instructor Yu Xuan, being in charge of the Intermediate Class, had her office in the Intermediate Class building, a bit of a distance from the Advanced Class. It took him a while to reach her.

The curtains were drawn, and the door was shut. Stepping inside, he was greeted by a wave of cool air. Instructor Yu Xuan, being sensitive to heat, had already activated her Snow Wind Pearl.

“Instructor, I… I’m here.”

Anticipating what was to come, Yan Zhen felt a blush creep up his neck.

“Come in and sit down,” she beckoned, retrieving a food container from beneath her desk. She began to set out the dishes one by one. “Let’s have lunch first.”

“Oh.”

Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he had been overthinking things. Instructor Yu Xuan was simply treating him to a special lunch.

That was even better! Her cooking was far superior to the academy cafeteria’s fare.

He sat down in her chair and accepted the chopsticks she offered. “Thank you, Instructor,” he mumbled before digging in with gusto.

This meat is so tender! These vegetables are perfectly sweet! And this fried rice is amazing!

“Aren’t you eating, Instructor?” he asked between bites.

Instructor Yu Xuan’s eyes twinkled as she gazed at him. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “I’m having something else.”

Huh? A sense of foreboding washed over him.

With a graceful movement, she knelt before him and expertly removed his “seal.” Meeting his gaze briefly, she blushed and lowered her head, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear before commencing her “lesson.”

A jolt of electricity shot through Yan Zhen, shattering his appetite. He froze, his chopsticks hovering over his fried rice.

Dragon-type Mystic Techniques were incredibly rare. However, there were many lower-level Snake-type Mystic Techniques, most of which were well-suited for women.

Instructor Yu Xuan, who cultivated Water Mystic Power, a Yin element, was well-versed in several Snake-type Mystic Techniques.

In this instance, she unleashed a series of moves, each one hitting him with critical force.

Serpent’s Sway. Serpent’s Gaze. Serpent Coiling the Pillar. Serpent Playing with a Pearl.

And that wasn’t all. Galeforce Suction. Turtle and Snake Intertwined. Dragon and Snake Rising from the Earth. And finally, Heaven and Earth Overturned!

Yan Zhen was no match for her onslaught. Within five minutes, he was utterly defeated, completely at her mercy.

However, Instructor Yu Xuan knew that one defeat wouldn’t be enough to tame him completely. After a brief respite, she launched her second offensive.

Just then, Mi Xue’er’s cheerful voice echoed from the hallway.

“It’s getting hotter by the day. Even having lunch is making me sweat… Instructor Yu Xuan, are you in? We’re here to borrow your air conditioning!”

Click.

The door, which they had forgotten to lock, swung open. Mi Xue’er, Yan Ruyu, and Yan Meng’er filed into the office.

Yan Zhen and Instructor Yu Xuan froze, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Yan Zhen, caught completely off guard, stared at them in shock.

“Huh? Little Brother Yan Zhen, you’re here too?” Mi Xue’er looked around, surprised. “Where’s Instructor Yu Xuan?”

Yan Zhen opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instructor Yu Xuan, from beneath the desk, gently bit him.

The slight pain jolted him back to reality. His mind raced, formulating a believable excuse.

“Instructor Yu Xuan had to step out for a bit. She asked me to eat here. Do you need something?” He asked, trying to sound casual as he discreetly glanced downwards.

Instructor Yu Xuan had retreated beneath the desk, completely hidden from view by the tablecloth. It even concealed a portion of him as well.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Drawing on his acting skills, he forced himself to appear calm and continued eating.

“No, we’re just here for the air conditioning,” Mi Xue’er replied, settling into the chair opposite him.

Yan Ruyu and Yan Meng’er took the remaining seats.

Yan Meng’er rested her chin on her hands, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Cousin, is Instructor Yu Xuan the one who made this food?”

Yan Zhen nodded. “Yes… s-si–”

“Yes what?” Yan Meng’er tilted her head, her gaze suggestive.

“I… I bit my tongue,” he coughed, quickly taking a mouthful of rice to cover his slip-up.

“Instructor Yu Xuan’s cooking is good, but I wouldn’t say it’s bite-your-tongue good. You’re so mean, Cousin!” Yan Meng’er pouted.

It’s just delicious food. Did he have to exaggerate like that, as if implying my cooking is inferior? She turned away, deciding to ignore her clueless cousin. No more late-night snacks for you for two days!

Yan Ruyu shared her friend’s sentiment, shooting Yan Zhen a disapproving look. The nerve of this brat! Enjoying Instructor Yu Xuan’s special treatment and forgetting all about Meng’er’s kindness! He has no conscience!

Yan Zhen, sensing their misunderstanding, felt a wave of injustice wash over him. “I really did bite my tongue! Stop overthinking things!”

Yan Meng’er covered her ears, shaking her head. “I’m not listening! I’m mad at you, Cousin!”

Yan Ruyu joined in with a huff.

“I’m telling the tru– Ah!”

He was about to defend himself when a wave of pleasure, like an electric shock, coursed through him. His body spasmed, and he actually did bite his tongue this time.

Mi Xue’er slammed her hand on the table. “Little Brother Yan Zhen, confess! What did you do to Instructor Yu Xuan?!”

Yan Zhen’s heart skipped a beat. Had he been discovered?

“I… I didn’t do anything to her!”

“Then why is she treating you so well? Secretly cooking you lunch? We’ve never received such special treatment! No, you’re stealing all the attention that rightfully belongs to us! You have to make it up to us, Little Brother Yan Zhen!” Mi Xue’er declared, her logic questionable but her conviction unwavering.

He couldn’t argue with her. His mind was still replaying the sensations of Turtle and Snake Entwined and Dragon and Snake Embrace, making it impossible to form coherent sentences.

“What? No witty comeback?”

“Uh… no.”

“Hmm, then how are you going to make it up to us?”

“I… well… um…”

“Tell you what. Ruyu and I have been wanting to learn cooking from Meng’er. You can be our official taste tester. How does that sound?”

“Sure, no… no problem.”

“Great! Since you’re so agreeable, we’ll forgive you this time~” Mi Xue’er winked at Yan Ruyu and Yan Meng’er, her expression smug. They had successfully lured their target into their trap.

Yan Ruyu and Yan Meng’er exchanged glances, picturing Yan Zhen’s reaction to Mi Xue’er’s disastrous cooking. They stifled giggles, unable to contain their amusement.

Meanwhile, Yan Zhen, lost in a whirlwind of sensations, was oblivious to their scheming. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the waves of pleasure crashing over him.

…

Finally, his body relaxed, and he let out a long sigh. As Instructor Yu Xuan’s gentle ministrations soothed him, he resumed eating.

Each bite was incredibly delicious.

He finished his meal, wiped his mouth, sipped his tea, patted his stomach, and sighed contentedly.

Mi Xue’er set up her Projection Mirror on the table, idly watching gossip news until she couldn’t help but yawn. “Why isn’t Instructor Yu Xuan back yet? Did something important come up?”

“She’s probably busy taking care of Yan Zhen’s transfer. Skipping ahead to the Advanced Class must involve a lot of paperwork,” Yan Ruyu replied.

Yan Ruyu and Yan Meng’er huddled together, studying a large catalog filled with the latest products from the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce, ranging from cultivation tools to everyday items.

“Keeping Instructor Yu Xuan so busy… Little Brother Yan Zhen really is a sinful man,” Mi Xue’er teased.

“…”

Yan Zhen didn’t dare utter a word.

Because Instructor Yu Xuan was indeed still busy with him.

Because he was feeling… energized again.

Because… well, because…

He leaned back in his chair, contemplating the meaning of life and the mysteries of the universe.

…

As their lunch break neared its end, the three girls prepared to leave. Yan Zhen, however, decided to stay a while longer. He wasn’t eager to return to his classroom after provoking his entire class.

Once again, he was alone in the office. Or rather, almost alone.

“Instructor, they’re gone. You can come out– Mmm!”

— By the time he returned to his classroom, his legs were still wobbly.

Chapter 77: Entering Advanced Class 1

Instead of sleeping, Yan Zhen spent the night cultivating in the Crystal Stone Space, consuming a Small Origin(Primordial) Pill and meditating alongside his Beautiful Sect Master.

Now that he possessed Spiritual Power and had mastered Spiritual Perception, he attempted “inner vision” under Chen Xi’s guidance.

He could see his Mystic Power within his dantian, swirling strands of energy coalescing around a central core, resembling the atomic models he had seen in physics textbooks.

To advance in star rank, he needed to integrate more Mystic Power into this swirling mass. The further from the core, the more difficult it became, as the energy strands resisted forming a stable, cyclical flow.

However, this wasn’t a significant obstacle for someone with Spiritual Power. As long as his Mystic Power and Spiritual Power reserves were sufficient, he could theoretically reach the Ninth Star in one go.

Of course, this was just a theory. In reality, there were limits to what a human body could withstand. Unless, of course, you weren’t quite human anymore.

After a night of dedicated cultivation, Yan Zhen could sense a slight improvement in his cultivation. At this rate, he would reach the Seventh Star Mystic One rank within a month.

Reluctantly ending his cultivation session, he left the Crystal Stone Space. After washing up, he made his way to the dining room.

Instructor Yu Xuan and Yan Meng’er were preparing breakfast.

Mi Xue’er and Yan Ruyu sat together at the table. At the furthest end sat… Xiao Xinyan. The atmosphere between the two groups was frosty, but there were no glares exchanged. They simply pretended the other didn’t exist.

Mi Xue’er and Yan Ruyu chatted animatedly, their conversation revolving around the new summer products released by the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce. Xiao Xinyan, on the other hand, was engrossed in a book, her cheeks flushed, her expression focused. It seemed she had recovered from yesterday’s ordeal.

Yan Zhen paused.

*Right, she’s staying here for a few days.*

Seeing him enter, Mi Xue’er greeted him with even more enthusiasm than usual. “Good morning, Little Brother Yan Zhen!”

“Good morning,” he replied casually. “You’re all up early today.”

Usually, they wouldn’t appear until breakfast was ready.

“Well, starting today, you’ll be an Advanced Class student, Little Brother Yan Zhen. We won’t be in the same class anymore. The only time we’ll see you is during meals. So naturally, we have to cherish every moment.” Mi Xue’er’s tone was dramatic, her chin resting on her hands as she gazed at him with feigned melancholy. “I won’t be able to hear you call me ‘Senior Sister’ anymore… How about you just call me ‘Sister’ from now on?”

Yan Ruyu swatted her arm playfully. *Calling her “Sister” would make them closer than actual cousins!*

— *Pfft.*

A deliberate snort, laced with mockery, came from the other end of the table.

Mi Xue’er glared at Xiao Xinyan but didn’t rise to the bait.

Yan Zhen smiled faintly. “I can still call you ‘Senior Sister’ even after I move to the Advanced Class. After all, you’re three years older than me.”

Mi Xue’er’s annoyance melted away at his sweet smile. She covered her flushed cheeks with her hands. “Oh, Little Brother Yan Zhen, you’re so sweet! I want to marry you!”

Yan Ruyu rolled her eyes at her friend. *Honestly, Xue’er! She has no filter!*

— *Heh.*

Xiao Xinyan’s voice again, this time muffled by the book she was holding, but the taunt was clear.

She had been surprisingly well-behaved before Yan Zhen’s arrival. The moment he appeared, however, she seemed determined to make her presence known.

Mi Xue’er slammed her hand on the table and stood up. “Hey, Xiao Xinyan! What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Xiao Xinyan lowered her book, revealing her carefully made-up face. “I laughed while reading. Is that a problem?”

“You’re laughing while reading Mystic Technique cultivation notes? You should have died from laughter by now!”

“Hmph, mind your own business.”

“Alright, Xue’er, calm down.” Yan Ruyu pulled her friend back down into her seat. She turned to Xiao Xinyan, her tone sharp. “You should watch your tongue. You’re a guest in this house. This kind of behavior is only making things difficult for Instructor Yu Xuan.”

Xiao Xinyan’s smug expression faltered. She glanced at Yan Zhen, only to find him staring at her with an exasperated look. Flustered, she hid her face behind her book, lapsing into silence.

By the time Instructor Yu Xuan and Yan Meng’er arrived with breakfast, the cheerful atmosphere had been restored.

After breakfast, they set off for the academy, their group now one member larger, attracting even more attention than usual.

“Is that Yan Zhen? The one who defeated Lan Ke, a Ninth Star Mystic One, while he was only at the Sixth Star? And took his place on the Nine Star Rank? He’s amazing!”

“A Sixth Star Mystic One reaching the third position on the Nine Star Rank? That’s never happened before in the history of the academy! What the hell?!”

“No wonder he’s involved with all four academy flowers. Damn lucky bastard! I’m so jealous!”

“Wait, isn’t that the Xiao family’s eldest daughter with them? Why is *she* with Yan Zhen?”

“Xiao Xinyan is also Instructor Yu Xuan’s student. It’s not unusual for them to walk together. But watch what you say. You don’t want to get beaten up. She might be pretty, but she’s not as nice as the other four.”

“You mean… she’ll stomp on you with her beautiful feet? Will she? *Slurp*…”

“…”

— *Dude, seriously? Get a grip.*

Yan Zhen was speechless.

*I often feel out of place because I’m not perverted enough.*

At the academy gates, their group split up.

Yan Meng’er went to the Beginner Class.

Yan Ruyu and Mi Xue’er went to the Intermediate Class.

Instructor Yu Xuan, accompanied by Yan Zhen and an unusually quiet Xiao Xinyan, headed towards the Advanced Class building.

“Yan Zhen, after careful consideration, the instructors have decided to place you in Class 1. You’ll be in the same class as Xiao Mie and Xinyan.”

Yan Zhen nodded.

There were only three Advanced Classes. Xiao Mie led Class 1, Yu Yue led Class 2, and Lan Ke had been in charge of Class 3. Each instructor had a top student, maintaining a certain balance.

However, his arrival would disrupt this equilibrium. He had defeated Lan Ke and was considered a rival to Xiao Mie, one of the academy’s top students.

Placing him in Class 1 was clearly a strategic move, pitting him against Xiao Mie and using their rivalry to hone their skills, pushing them both to reach their full potential.

Yan Zhen wasn’t opposed to this arrangement. In fact, it suited him perfectly.

Once he reached the Seventh Star Mystic One rank, he would challenge Xiao Mie!

…

When they arrived at the Class 1 classroom, the instructor was already present.

The instructor for Advanced Class 1 was none other than Xiao Mie’s mentor, a square-jawed, middle-aged man named Fang.

Instructor Fang placed his hands on his hips and scrutinized Yan Zhen. He chuckled. “A Six Star defeating a Nine Star, eh? You’re quite the talent, kid. Instructor Yu Xuan has a good eye. But my Xiao Mie is no slouch. Defeating him won’t be easy.”

Instructor Yu Xuan smiled gently, patting Yan Zhen’s head. “I believe Yan Zhen can do it.”

Yan Zhen blushed, and Instructor Fang laughed heartily. “Still shy, eh? That won’t do! A man should stand tall and be confident!” He clapped Yan Zhen on the shoulder, his grip firm.

After Instructor Yu Xuan departed, Instructor Fang led Yan Zhen into the classroom and instructed him to introduce himself to his new classmates.

Yan Zhen cleared his throat, his gaze sweeping over the students before him. In a loud, clear voice, he declared, “Young City Lord of Martial Tang City, Yan Zhen, sixteen years old, Sixth Star Mystic One, soon to be Seventh Star. Anyone who wants to spar, I’m always up for a challenge!”

The class: (oへo╬)

Xiao Mie: (￣ー￣)

Xiao Xinyan: (。oˇˇo。)

Instructor Fang: Σ(дlll)

— That little brat… all that shyness in front of Instructor Yu Xuan was an act!