28 Beautiful Master’s Lap Pillow Massage
Without using yellow paper and vermilion, using only white paper and black ink, it was very difficult to infuse mystic power into the strokes of the talisman pattern. It required more delicate control of the divine soul, and the difficulty was more than doubled.
However, after succeeding, Yan Zhen’s divine soul would slowly give birth to spiritual power and then cultivate the way of alchemy.
He could only continue to work hard.
The system once again issued a task, the same as last time, requiring him to draw the Fire Talisman, but with an additional “successfully give birth to spiritual power”.
Chen Xi still demonstrated for Yan Zhen first, telling him the key points while demonstrating. After the demonstration, she let Yan Zhen start practicing.
Until late at night, Yan Zhen, who had even forgotten to eat dinner, stopped when his stomach started growling.
Chen Xi reached out and rubbed Yan Zhen’s brow, saying indifferently, “Let’s stop here for today, Zhen’er. Go eat dinner and take a bath first. Come back later, and this master will give you a head massage to prevent headaches when you wake up the next day.”
Yan Zhen nodded, “Then I’ll go out first. See you later, Master.”
Activating the Star Shifting Fire Seal, Yan Zhen returned to his room, planning to go to the kitchen to cook some noodles and wash up.
Arriving at the kitchen, Yan Zhen found that the stove was still burning and there was a note on the steaming pot lid:
These are all your portions.
Yan Zhen picked up the note, and the beautiful faces of the four women seemed to appear in his mind, strands of warmth welling up in his heart.
Opening the pot lid, there were three dishes, one soup, and a bowl of rice being kept warm in the pot.
Yan Zhen ate until he was 80% full in the kitchen. After washing the bowls and chopsticks, he went to the bathroom.
This time, Yan Zhen didn’t soak in the bathtub. He rinsed his body, changed into his pajamas, and returned to his room, re-entering the crystal space.
However, the scene before his eyes made him stunned.
A long block protruded on the empty altar, covered with a layer of bedding and hanging with a semi-transparent bed curtain.
His beautiful master was kneeling on the bed. Her usual black long-sleeved dress was changed into a black spaghetti strap nightgown, creating an even stronger black and white contrast with her flawless icy skin and silver long cascading hair, extremely eye-catching.
The black straps hung on her pink-white shoulders, close to her collarbones, forming a shallow V-shaped neckline, pushed up by her G-cup huge peaks into an unattainable arc, the tightly stretched black fabric vaguely revealing round points.
The skirt of the nightgown loosely fell, just covering her rear, exposing a pair of snow-white and plump thighs, side by side forming the highest jade pillow.
Even with such a sexy and alluring attire, Chen Xi still maintained a fairy-like cold aura, but her gaze towards Yan Zhen was filled with loving kindness and gentleness, simply a combination of an angel and a devil.
Yan Zhen couldn’t help but feel his face flushed and heart pounding, thinking why would his beautiful master be dressed like this? The script didn’t mention a single word about it. Last time’s “older female teacher” was the same. Where did his beautiful master get these clothes?
Damn it, why did she look so good?
No, hold it in. He couldn’t be a rebellious disciple and let his character setting collapse!
But he saw Chen Xi smile slightly and beckon to him, softly saying, “Come here quickly, Zhen’er.”
Yan Zhen warned himself while walking over step by step like a wooden man, then stood at the head of the bed, not daring to look too much at his beautiful master, like a student giving a speech on stage for the first time.
Chen Xi felt secretly delighted at Yan Zhen’s restrained reaction, thinking that the silly disciple was actually shy, indicating that her careful dressing up was worth it.
“Zhen’er, what are you standing there for? Lie down, this master will eliminate the aftereffects of your divine soul palpitation for you.”
As she spoke, she patted her thighs with her little hands, the snowy soft flesh of her thighs slightly trembling, making slapping sounds.
“Oh, oh.”
Yan Zhen’s little face was red. He took off his wooden clogs and crawled onto the bed. With his back to his beautiful master, he slowly lay down, his head just resting on his beautiful master’s lap.
A bountiful and soft fleshy sensation came from behind his head, accompanied by a sense of security in his chest, as well as a hot and swelling sensation in another place.
Yan Zhen tried his best to suppress his evil thoughts, not wanting his beautiful master to notice his ugly state.
But Chen Xi had long been staring at his reaction, how could she not know? She just didn’t expose him. Her jade-like hands rested on Yan Zhen’s temples on both sides and gently started massaging him.
Like a spring breeze brushing the face, a faint sense of comfort slowly spread out, transmitting from the head to the whole body.
Yan Zhen gradually relaxed, his whole body feeling lazy.
“Zhen’er, how do you feel about life at the Mystic Academy?”
“It’s okay, it’s just that I can’t learn anything new. The vast majority of knowledge has been taught to me by Master.”
“Are there any particularly beautiful girls in your class?”
“Not really. The most beautiful ones are Elder Sister Ruyu and Senior Sister Xue’er. Oh right, Instructor Yu Xuan is also quite good-looking.”
“Instructor?”
Chen Xi’s movements paused, an unprecedented sense of nervousness arising in her heart. She carefully recalled the gentle and beautiful woman that Yan Zhen had introduced to her in her previous life.
–Is it her?
Yan Zhen felt his beautiful master’s hands stop and quickly realized something was wrong. He explained, “Master, don’t misunderstand. I didn’t take anyone else as my master. An instructor is different from a master. She’s only responsible for guiding my cultivation until graduation. After graduation, I’ll be out of her tutelage. But Master will always be my revered master.”
Chen Xi frowned. These words made her both happy and unhappy, so she lightly knocked on Yan Zhen’s forehead.
“Don’t joke around. How could this master not understand flexibility? Since Zhen’er has become her disciple, you must respect her as a true master and not neglect her.”
–Disrespectful behavior can only be directed at her.
Yan Zhen didn’t think too much and obediently said oh, thinking that his beautiful master was really open-minded, truly worthy of being a half-step Mystic Saint supreme expert!
Chen Xi didn’t speak again and silently gave Yan Zhen a head massage.
After massaging for a while, Chen Xi stopped and asked, “Do you still feel dizzy, Zhen’er?”
Yan Zhen lightly shook his head. A faint stabbing pain came, and he said with a bitter face, “There’s still a little. Maybe it will be better after sleeping. Master, you’ve worked hard too. The massage should be enough here.”
“The aftereffects of divine soul palpitation, if not alleviated in time, will cause big problems. It absolutely cannot be taken lightly.” Chen Xi thought for a moment. “Zhen’er, your divine soul is relatively strong. The aftereffects produced by the palpitation may not be completely alleviated by just a head massage. It still needs medicinal assistance.”
“Then I’ll go buy medicinal ingredients tomorrow.”
“Divine soul-related medicinal ingredients may be difficult to buy here.”
After all, the divine soul was something that only alchemists would cultivate. Ordinary cultivators wouldn’t come into contact with it until the Mystic Ancestor realm and above.
Everything related to the divine soul was not only expensive but also in short supply.
“Then what should we do?”
“Before finding medicinal assistance, we can only use a substitute method for now.”
“What method?”
Chen Xi seemed to hesitate whether to tell Yan Zhen. After a long pause, she leaned close to his ear and softly said those two words.
“Ah, this?” Yan Zhen blinked blankly, then shook his head. “Forget it. I don’t want Master to compromise yourself for me.”
Hearing these words, Chen Xi felt the air around her turn sweet. Her jade-like hands cupped Yan Zhen’s cheeks, looking at him from above, and said with a faint smile, “Zhen’er, with this intention of yours, this master won’t feel compromised at all– Good boy, close your eyes.”
Yan Zhen wanted to say something more, but Chen Xi had already slowly kissed him.
Everything was left unspoken.
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