Chapter 12: A Three-Way Conversation
Within the crystal space, a stone bed rose from the center of the altar, draped in gauzy curtains and soft blankets.
Master and disciple sat facing each other, their bodies entwined, forming a closed loop.
As their lips parted, Chen Xi’s mouth opened slightly, and a pale green pill, spinning gently, emerged, suspended between them. It was the pseudo-pill Yan Zhen had refined using her body as a cauldron.
She cupped her hand beneath it, catching the pill.
“Although the quality is a bit low, the fact that you managed to refine a pill means the treatment was successful… Well done, Zhen’er.”
“It’s all thanks to your guidance, Master.”
He held her soft, supple hips, his head lowered shyly, burying his face in the valley between her breasts.
She gazed down at him, her hand gently stroking his hair. She offered the pill to his lips.
“This is a pseudo-pill formed from my essence, Zhen’er. Consuming it will replenish your energy. Come, open wide.”
He obediently opened his mouth, accepting her offering.
The pill, rich and milky, carried a hint of sweetness, its texture slightly thick. He chewed it a couple of times before swallowing.
It tasted like condensed milk candy.
The pill dissolved in his stomach, transforming into a warm current that spread throughout his body. His fatigue vanished, replaced by a surge of energy and vigor.
Sensing the effects, she moaned softly, her eyes meeting his.
“Do you want to continue practicing, Zhen’er? You’ve been here for an hour. If you don’t go out soon, they might get suspicious.”
He suddenly remembered. He had entered the crystal space to ask her about the medicinal bath recipe. Ji Ya and Yi Xian’er were still waiting for his assessment.
He had been so absorbed in learning the treatment technique that he had almost forgotten. He felt a twinge of embarrassment.
She kissed his forehead, her hands gently resting on his shoulders as she carefully stood up.
“Let’s go out for now, Zhen’er. We can practice again tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
He nodded obediently, releasing her hips, stepping back.
After tidying himself up, he put on his pajamas, bid his Beautiful Sect Master goodnight, and activated his Star Shifting Fire Seal, leaving the crystal space.
…
Chen Xi touched her still-warm abdomen, then collapsed onto the damp bed, her eyes closing.
— Time for a bath.
With a thought, the curtains, blankets, and pillows vanished, dissolving into specks of light. The stone bed retracted, becoming a square pool, slowly filling with spiritual spring water.
She immersed herself in the spring, her hands cupping her breasts, reluctant to wash away the lingering traces of their intimacy.
“I was just trying to help them, but… my relationship with Zhen’er has deepened… Is this what they call ‘good deeds rewarded’? Heehee~”
…
Unaware of her thoughts, Yan Zhen was simply touched by her generosity. She had done so much for him. He couldn’t disappoint her.
He returned to the dining hall, finding Ji Ya and Yi Xian’er still there, sipping tea, enjoying snacks, their occasional laughter creating a harmonious atmosphere, as if they had suddenly become close friends, like Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu.
They stopped talking as he approached.
Ji Ya was wearing a red pajama set, a classic combination of a sheer robe over a strapless dress. The translucent fabric, instead of concealing her skin, enhanced her beauty with a touch of mystery. The dress clung to her ample bosom, accentuating her cleavage, her long, fair legs crossed beneath the skirt, her posture relaxed and alluring.
“Well, Little Brother Yan Zhen? Is Little Sister Xian’er’s recipe real?”
He thought for a moment before answering. “Theoretically, it’s feasible. But in practice, there might be some issues. There’s no guarantee everything will go smoothly. She advised us to use the dual cultivation method instead.”
The two women exchanged glances.
They had just discussed the possibility of Chen Xi also being reborn. Now, it seemed unlikely.
If she had been reborn, she would have recognized the recipe as her own modified version. She wouldn’t have said “no guarantee everything will go smoothly,” contradicting herself.
But in Ji Ya’s previous life, she had been treated with this medicinal bath method. Why didn’t Yan Zhen or Chen Xi know the recipe now? Could it be that Chen Xi had simply forgotten, leading to her uncertainty?
“Sorry, Xian’er. It’s a shame we can’t use your recipe, but I can’t risk Ji Ya’s life.”
His familiar address, the same as in her previous life, pleased Yi Xian’er. She smiled.
“It’s fine. I only found the recipe in an ancient text. If its effectiveness is uncertain, it’s better not to use it, to avoid complications.”
Her words pleased Ji Ya, who spoke in a coquettish tone. “I’m so touched by your concern, Little Brother Yan Zhen. Here, have a snack as a reward.”
He reached for the snack, but she insisted on feeding him. He took a bite, indulging her.
“Delicious?”
“Mmm, sweet and soft.”
“Let me try some too.”
She popped the remaining half into her mouth.
Yi Xian’er rolled her eyes. Shameless woman, taking advantage of every opportunity. How childish.
“Snacks make you thirsty. Have some tea. This is a fine Longjing tea.”
She offered him her teacup, from which she had just taken a sip.
He swallowed the snack, his gaze suspicious. “You didn’t poison it, did you?”
She frowned. “No, but I drank from it. Are you scared?”
He chuckled. “As long as it’s not poisoned, I’ll drink it.”
Seeing him drain the cup, she smiled, refilling it, then taking a casual sip, pretending to be unconcerned.
Ji Ya scoffed inwardly. The Queen of a Thousand Yins, resorting to such petty tactics. How childish.
“It’s getting late. Time for bed.” Ji Ya stood up. “Come, Little Brother Yan Zhen. Let’s go to our room.”
They had agreed to eat and sleep together. He had no objections, following her to her bedroom.
He was actually quite nervous. He rarely slept with anyone, worried that his sleeping habits might disturb her.
“Are you nervous, Yan Zhen?”
“Uh, a little…” He turned, surprised to see Yi Xian’er, her smile mischievous. “Xian’er, why are you following us?”
She replied matter-of-factly. “I’m coming too. I’m your assistant, remember? I need to participate in the treatment. If we don’t get used to physical contact, we’ll be a mess when the time comes.”
“But you have a Yin Body! What if you poison us?!”
“Hmph, don’t worry. I was just teasing you before. I normally use a secret technique to seal my Yin Body, preventing the energy from leaking out. It’s safe to touch me. Try it.”
She extended her hand. He hesitated, then tentatively took it, surprised to find she was right. There were no ill effects.
This isn’t right! In the script, she was incredibly “toxic.” When we explored the Demon Dragon Mountain Range, even a slight touch would transfer her Yin energy, requiring me to use the Gold and Silver Fire to cleanse it.
Why isn’t she “toxic” in reality?
“Did Sister Ji Ya agree to this?”
“Of course she did. Right, Sister Ji Ya?”
Ji Ya didn’t want to agree, but refusing Yi Xian’er’s request right after forming their alliance seemed unreasonable. She reluctantly gave in.
She had been looking forward to a night alone with him, engaging in activities far more exciting than any game!
With an extra person present, she felt constrained. She didn’t want anyone besides Yan Zhen to see her unrestrained side, not even another woman.
“It wouldn’t be right to leave Little Sister Xian’er alone. Besides, my bed is big enough for three.”
…
Beside the bed was a wooden basin filled with hot water, steam rising from its surface.
The two women, flanking Yan Zhen, sat on the bed, explaining that soaking their feet before bed would help them sleep better, especially with the recent drop in temperature.
Six feet squeezed into the spacious basin, and they all sighed contentedly.
“Xian’er, you don’t snore, do you?”
“Who snores? How rude.”
Yi Xian’er, as she spoke, placed her small, delicate foot on his instep.
He didn’t react. He felt no pressure, only a soft, comforting warmth, like a cotton pad.
“Do you snore, Sister Ji Ya?”
“You shouldn’t ask a lady such questions, Little Brother Yan Zhen~”
She also placed her foot on his other foot, her toes playfully tapping his skin, as if punishing him for his impudence.
He shrugged, changing the subject. “Let’s decide how we’re sleeping.”
Ji Ya, her foot rubbing against his, said, “I’m used to sleeping on the outside. You sleep in the middle, Little Brother Yan Zhen, and Little Sister Xian’er can sleep on the inside.”
“Don’t you usually sleep alone, Sister Ji Ya?”
“I sleep on the outside when I’m alone.”
“But I’m not used to being sandwiched.”
To be precise, being sandwiched between two women reminded him of his cousins’ “rice bowl” service, easily triggering his… imagination.
His damn male instincts made him completely powerless against the “rice bowl” formation, especially when both Ji Ya and Yi Xian’er were incredibly alluring beauties.
“Let Xian’er sleep in the middle.”
“The whole point of sleeping together is to get used to being… uncomfortable.” Yi Xian’er’s toes playfully intertwined with his. “Besides, you’re the main focus of the treatment. We both need to get used to being close to you.”
He glared at them, expressing his displeasure.
They giggled.
…
After soaking their feet, they each took a clean towel, drying his feet, then handing him the towels, expecting him to reciprocate.
I knew I couldn’t enjoy this for free… He took the towels, diligently drying their feet.
They then turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and lay down in a row, pulling the blanket over them.
Ji Ya on the outside, Yan Zhen in the middle, Yi Xian’er on the inside.
Neither Ji Ya nor Yi Xian’er had shared a bed with him in their previous lives. This arrangement had only existed in their dreams. Now, it was finally a reality. Although there was an extra person present, they were still happy.
“Don’t kick the blanket off, you two.”
He closed his eyes, ready to sleep, but Yi Xian’er patted his arm. She turned to face him, her hand resting on his arm, her voice filled with playful reproach.
“Why are you sleeping so early? Are you a child?”
“What else do you do in bed besides sleep?” He was speechless. “Play cards? I don’t want to get too excited and lose sleep.”
“Come on, who plays cards in bed? We’re going to chat. I want to know more about you, Little Brother Yan Zhen~” Ji Ya also turned to face him, her hand reaching out to caress his chest.
He opened his eyes, glancing at them both, sighing. “What do you want to talk about? You talk, I’ll listen.”
“Gossip, of course! Like, how did you charm your instructor? And how did you… conquer your cousins? I’m very curious~” Her fingers continued their teasing circles on his chest.
Yi Xian’er froze, discreetly pinching him.
“Is that true?”
He broke out in a cold sweat. He hadn’t expected Ji Ya to expose his past like this! What if Yi Xian’er thought he was a scumbag and refused to be his friend? She was his only soulmate in the future!
“It’s all a misunderstanding. There’s nothing to talk about.”
His relationship with Instructor Yu Xuan was indeed a misunderstanding, a series of unfortunate events leading to their current awkward situation. It felt strange, neither purely teacher-student nor romantic, yet more intimate than either.
As for his cousins, they had forced themselves on him under their family’s orders, and he had simply taken responsibility, though he did care about them.
“What kind of misunderstanding? I’d like to experience that kind of misunderstanding.”
“I’m curious too.”
“Oh, it’s hard to explain. Let’s just sleep. My life depends on it.”
He abruptly closed his eyes, pretending to fall asleep, a small bubble escaping his nose.
They exchanged glances, realizing he wasn’t going to talk.
— It seems there’s even more competition this time.
They snuggled closer to him, then drifted off to sleep.
They slept soundly that night.
…
He woke up the next morning to find them still asleep, each holding one of his arms. The slightest movement brought him into contact with their soft, supple curves.
Yi Xian’er’s conservative pajamas had somehow come undone, revealing her ample bosom, rising and falling with each breath, a sight that was difficult to tear his eyes away from.
Ji Ya had discarded her sheer robe, leaving only her strapless dress. From his angle, he had a clear view of her cleavage, even a glimpse of her rosy peaks.
He quickly averted his gaze, trying to extract his arms, but their grip tightened in their sleep.
— Fine, I’ll take a nap.
…
When he woke up again, they were already awake. He changed, washed up, and left Ji Ya’s bedroom. In the dining hall, he found Aunt Mu and the twin bodyguards already present.
“Come have breakfast, Little Brother Yan Zhen.”
“We were just about to wake you.”
He greeted them politely, then sat down, grabbing a steamed bun.
“Let’s go out for a walk after breakfast, Little Brother Yan Zhen.”
“I’ll come too.”
He agreed, but inwardly, he knew it wouldn’t happen. Trouble was coming.
As expected, before they could leave, a servant arrived with a report.
“Head Shopkeeper, the Second and Third Shopkeepers have arrived with their entourage. They claim to have found a Pill Master who can cure your illness.”
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