Chapter 18: Yan Zhen: I Have an Announcement!
When he left the crystal space, Yan Zhen’s energy and spirits had recovered significantly. He opened the door and stepped out.
The sun had already set, the sky darkening, autumn winds rustling through fallen leaves, bringing a chill to the air.
He arrived in the main hall, finding everyone gathered, even Aunt Mu.
“Sister Ji Ya, are the preparations complete?”
She nodded. “Everything’s here. Check if anything’s missing, Little Brother Yan Zhen.”
She handed him a storage ring.
He took it, confirming its contents. “Everything’s here. Let’s go. To the bathroom first.”
…
They arrived at the bathroom.
The bath was already filled with water, not hot, but cold.
He retrieved three Ice Crystals, emitting a chilling aura, from his storage ring and tossed them into the bath. The Ice Mystic Power stored within the crystals was released upon contact with water, instantly turning the bathwater ice-cold, nearly freezing.
He then added various strange-looking ores, turning the water a faint blue.
He scooped up a handful of water, tasting it with his sensitive tongue, then nodded in satisfaction. He retrieved a bottle of Snow Fluorescence Dew from his storage ring and handed it to Ji Ya.
“Apply this all over your body, Sister Ji Ya, then soak in the bath for half an hour, absorbing the Ice Mystic Power and locking it within your body. That way, it won’t be so uncomfortable when I channel my Extreme Flame Mystic Power into you.”
She took the bottle, nodding her understanding.
He scratched his cheek, trying to appear casual. “I’m going to take a quick bath too, to freshen up… You can come out directly, Sister Ji Ya. No need to dress. I’ll be waiting for you on the bed.”
His blunt words finally brought a blush to her cheeks.
“I understand.”
“Okay, I’ll leave now. I’ll use the bathtub in your room.”
He avoided returning to her bedroom, filling the bathtub with hot water, undressing, and stepping in, cleansing himself.
Thankfully, his Beautiful Sect Master was quite proper during their dual cultivation sessions, unlike Instructor Yu Xuan, who loved leaving strawberry marks all over him.
…
Ji Ya wouldn’t be out for another half hour. He wasn’t in a hurry, leaning back against the edge of the bathtub, closing his eyes, and resting.
Honestly, despite his two practice sessions, he was still a bit nervous. This was a serious matter. The slightest mistake could cost Ji Ya her life, and he would fail his system mission, forcing him to start over.
He had never used the system’s restart function. He didn’t know how it worked. If it restarted the entire key plot point, it wouldn’t be so bad. But if it reset everything from the beginning… That would be a disaster.
Besides the high stakes, his nervousness also stemmed from the nature of the treatment: intimate dual cultivation.
Performing dual cultivation with his sworn older sister felt strange. And he couldn’t take responsibility for her immediately.
He could only marry her after the script ended and the world was stabilized.
That was over ten years away. Would she be willing to wait that long?
In the script, she had remained unmarried, but she seemed to have someone in mind, someone he had even met, though this person only existed in her words, never appearing before him.
Annoying~
He had to focus.
He had experienced the ministrations of his Beautiful Sect Master and his cousins, and he was regularly “consumed” by Instructor Yu Xuan. He had seen it all! How could he act so pathetically before Ji Ya, a novice in these matters? He had to guide her through the treatment!
— Stop overthinking! Rest and conserve your energy. The treatment will last for a whole hour.
As he relaxed, he felt a wave of drowsiness, drifting off to sleep.
…
“Yan Zhen, wake up.”
He was awakened by a soft voice, opening his eyes to find Yi Xian’er standing before him.
“Xian’er? Is Sister Ji Ya out?”
“She’s waiting for you on the bed.”
“I’ll be right there.”
He splashed water on his face, then stood up, realizing she was staring at him intently.
He quickly covered himself, and she calmly turned away.
This Yi Xian’er… I feel like she’s attracted to me, but… it’s more than that. Something’s strange.
He used his Fire Mystic Power to dry himself, then, forgoing his usual elephant-printed boxers, put on his new robe.
He would be taking it off soon anyway. This was more convenient.
After checking his appearance in the mirror, ensuring he was presentable, he emerged from behind the screen, approaching the large bed, big enough to accommodate five or six people.
The crimson curtains were drawn, the lamplight casting a seductive silhouette onto the fabric.
Judging by the outline, Ji Ya had followed his instructions, emerging from the bath naked.
The twin bodyguards stood beside the bed, sharing a lollipop, while Aunt Mu sat by the entrance, her legs crossed, her arms folded, her ample bottom pressing against the curtain.
The problem was… they were all wearing pajamas, and quite revealing ones at that.
Aunt Mu stood up as he approached, stepping aside.
“I entrust the Young Mistress’s illness to you, young man.”
He nodded. “Don’t worry, Aunt Mu. I’ll do my best to cure Sister Ji Ya!”
He reached for the curtain, then hesitated, his voice hesitant.
“Aunt Mu, and you two… aren’t you going to leave?”
Aunt Mu shook her head, her expression indifferent.
“We’ll be staying here the entire time. It concerns the Young Mistress’s safety. I hope you understand.”
She paused, then added, “We can… assist if needed. Ahem, I’m having them practice.”
He glanced at the twins, finally understanding why they were sharing a lollipop. He had thought it was a way for them to bond, but they were actually practicing how to… serve!
“That’s not necessary. I can handle it.”
“Just in case.” Aunt Mu explained. “The Young Mistress has a cauldron physique. If you… open her cauldron, she might not be able to endure it.”
It’s not that serious, is it? He wanted to say, but judging by her expression, it would be futile.
She was an elder. He couldn’t just shoo her away. He steeled himself, pushing aside the curtain and entering.
He froze. Besides Ji Ya, there was another person on the bed.
“Xian’er, w-why are you here?”
Yi Xian’er, wearing a pale-colored strapless dress, sat beside Ji Ya, her legs tucked beneath her.
“I told you, I’m your assistant.”
“Uh…”
He had almost forgotten. He had indeed agreed to let her be his assistant, but he had been referring to the medicinal bath method. What kind of assistant was needed for dual cultivation? Someone to help push her butt? Don’t be ridiculous!
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