Chapter 106: Cousin Brings Cousin (Part 1)
*Whew.*
Yan Zhen sank into the warm bath, letting out a long sigh.
Glancing down, he could see a distinct mark on his chest, a memento of Instructor Yu Xuan’s punishment.
She had given him a very noticeable love bite and forbidden him from using Mystic Power to erase it.
He gently touched the mark, sensing a faint trace of Water Mystic Power. It would probably last all day.
It was less a punishment and more a playful act of jealousy.
Fortunately, it was hidden beneath his clothes. If it had been higher, it would have been easily discovered. He shuddered, imagining trying to explain it to Yan Meng’er and his Beautiful Sect Master.
The memory of her lifting her dress on the training grounds, her tongue tracing a path from his abs to his chest, greedily lapping up his sweat, sent a shiver down his spine.
— *What is she thinking…?*
He sighed, submerging himself completely, blowing a stream of bubbles.
…
After his bath, dressed in clean sleeping clothes, he limped out of the bathroom. Xiao Xinyan was waiting outside, holding her clothes.
“The bathroom’s free now, Senior Sister Xinyan.”
“Mmm,” she hummed, her head bowed slightly, like a shy child.
She hadn’t changed. Her temper was still fiery, her words sharp, and she still enjoyed bickering with Mi Xue’er. However, in front of him, she was as meek and timid as an unfavored concubine.
He suspected he knew why: she had exposed her most embarrassing side to him and couldn’t face him directly.
“I’m going back to my room. Take your time.”
He was about to walk past her when she grabbed his arm.
“…What happened to your legs?”
“Aftereffects of movement technique training. It’s nothing serious. I’ll be fine after a day of rest.”
“Do you… want me to help you back to your room?”
“No need. I can manage.”
He smiled at her and limped away, his movements awkward.
Normally, he would ask his Beautiful Sect Master to help him alleviate the pain so he could continue training the next day. However, she disapproved of him wasting time on movement techniques, so he couldn’t ask her. He had to rely on his own medicinal concoctions.
That’s what the script said, anyway.
But he still needed to visit her and pay his respects, without revealing his secret training. He could only tell her after he had mastered the technique.
Then, she would scold him, but she would also teach him an advanced movement technique that allowed for short bursts of flight.
*Heh, whether in the script or in reality, she always cares about me.*
…
Activating his Star Shifting Fire Seal, he appeared before the altar. He informed his Beautiful Sect Master that he had some personal matters to attend to and wouldn’t be able to continue his alchemy lessons for a few days.
However, she saw through his lie immediately. With a flick of her finger, she sent a surge of energy towards his legs, causing him to collapse, his legs buckling beneath him.
“Master! Why did you hit me?! That hurts!”
“If it hurts, then come closer and let me have a look.”
Despite her scolding tone, her touch was gentle as she pulled him closer, helping him sit down, his legs stretched out before him.
Her hands, radiating the warmth of the Starry Glass Fire, began massaging his calves, soothing his aching muscles and joints.
“You’ve been practicing movement techniques?”
He mumbled an agreement, then yelped as she increased the pressure.
“Didn’t I tell you that apart from Wind Mystic Power cultivators and those who live and die by the sword, ordinary cultivators don’t need to learn movement techniques until they reach the Mystic Scholar or even Mystic Master realm? The benefits don’t outweigh the time and effort you’re putting into it. You’re better off focusing on cultivating your Mystic Power or refining your specialized techniques. Why didn’t you listen to me?”
He couldn’t tell her it was Instructor Yu Xuan who had initiated the training. He opted for a half-truth. “I just… I thought those who use movement techniques look cool when they fight. So I asked Instructor Yu Xuan to teach me.”
*Shy head-scratching intensifies.*
She scoffed. “Those measly Earth Rank movement techniques are useless! And you’ve injured yourself in the process! You’re better off not learning them at all!”
He blinked, remaining silent.
The Mystic Techniques she taught him were all at least Heaven Rank, starting with King Rank. It was understandable that she looked down on Earth Rank techniques.
However, the “Shadow Following Steps” Instructor Yu Xuan was teaching him was a perfect fit. It was a nimble, agile technique, designed for close-quarters combat.
Combined with his Spiritual Perception, he could use it to confuse and disorient his opponents.
“I’ve already prepared a suitable movement technique for you. I was planning to teach it to you after you reached the Mystic Master realm, but since you’re so eager to learn, I’ll teach it to you early. Once you reach the Mystic Scholar realm and have enough Mystic Power to sustain it.”
“Really? What kind of technique is it?”
“A technique that allows for short bursts of flight. You can use it until you reach the Mystic King realm and master true flight.”
“Wow! That’s amazing! Thank you, Master~”
“So there’s no need to learn that useless Earth Rank technique.”
“But Master, I asked Instructor Yu Xuan to teach me… It wouldn’t be right to just quit now. Besides, it can be… foundational training for the technique you’re going to teach me! Ow!”
She pinched his calf, silencing him. He obediently endured her massage.
Her fingers, imbued with the healing power of the Starry Glass Fire, kneaded his muscles, easing the pain and stiffness.
After half an hour, he had recovered, his legs no longer feeling like useless appendages. He bounced on his feet experimentally.
After chatting with her for a while, he returned to his room. He was about to head out for dinner when he heard a knock on his door.
“Cousin, it’s me~”
He opened the door to find not only Yan Meng’er but also Yan Ruyu.
They were both dressed rather… revealingly.
Yan Ruyu was still somewhat modest, wearing a complete set of sleeping clothes: a thin, sheer shawl over a sleeveless dress, the low neckline hinting at her cleavage. Beautiful and alluring.
Yan Meng’er, however, was only wearing the sleeveless dress, her ample bosom on full display, the deep valley between her breasts even more prominent than her cousin’s. She had discarded the shawl, her shoulders, arms, and legs bare, as if deliberately trying to catch his attention.
Individually, they might be slightly less alluring than Instructor Yu Xuan, but together, their combined charm was devastating.
They were both carrying trays laden with clay pot rice and chilled red bean sweet soup.
“Cousin, Instructor Yu Xuan said your legs are still hurting, so we brought you dinner.”
They entered his room, placing the trays on the table.
“Come eat, Cousin.”
“Thank you.”
He smiled faintly, sitting down and mixing his rice with his chopsticks.
Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu exchanged glances, then took the seats beside him, one on each side.
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