Chapter 22: Han Feng is Dead
That sneaky Yi Xian’er, running away in the middle of our conversation! She’s so cunning!
Yan Zhen climbed out of the bath, feeling a bit resentful. He dried himself, then, instead of putting on the robe, changed into his own clothes.
At that moment, he heard the familiar chime of a completed task, the system interface appearing before him.
“That was fast.”
Completing the task after just one… session was unexpected.
This meant Ji Ya was no longer in mortal danger. The remaining steps involved refining the residual medicinal energy within her body, which shouldn’t take as long as the month-long process described in the script.
After all, actual dual cultivation was more efficient than the medicinal bath method. It made sense.
[Special Trump Card – My Wings: Upon activation, temporarily borrows power from individuals who admire Host. The more individuals and the higher their cultivation levels, the stronger the borrowed power.]
Hmm, this card is interesting…
He was intrigued.
Many Special Trump Cards had limitations. For example, the “Overlord’s Aura” only affected those at the Mystic King realm or below, while “Money Talks” had a limit of 100 million Crystal Coins.
This “My Wings” card, however, had no such restrictions. Did that mean its power was theoretically unlimited?
And what constituted “admiration”? He had been quite popular at the Mystic Academy, with a bunch of fangirls. Did they count? Or did it have to be someone like Yan Meng’er or Yan Ruyu?
What about his Beautiful Sect Master? Did she count?
He could certainly feel her love for him, but “admiration” didn’t seem like the right word. “Affection,” “cherishment,” and “love” were more accurate.
If she counted, borrowing her power… that would be incredible!
He examined the card, but it didn’t specify how much power he could borrow.
— Tsk, the system must have been coded by a half-assed programmer. They didn’t even bother writing in the numerical values. Typical!
In addition to the task reward, he also received a bonus Tier 2 Trump Card for breaking through to the Mystic Scholar realm, giving him a sense of security.
Pure Trump Cards were incredibly versatile, useful for both offense and defense, but he only received one per major realm. Upon reaching a new realm, the previous card would become unusable.
He stored both cards, then activated his Star Shifting Fire Seal, appearing before his Beautiful Sect Master on the altar.
“Three Star Mystic Scholar?”
Even she was surprised. She had expected him to reach Two Star Mystic Scholar, just like in his previous life. The extra star must be related to Ji Ya’s condition.
That girl must have “opened” her cauldron for him, her heart unguarded, not only giving him her Yuan Yin, but also a portion of her cultivation.
After years of suppression, her dreams had finally come true, leading her to indulge, wanting to give him everything, to be completely possessed by him.
Chen Xi understood her feelings. She had nearly lost control herself during her first dual cultivation session with him.
“Rapid power growth can be difficult for the body to adjust to. You’ll need to practice to master it.” She pondered for a moment. “Speaking of which, I promised to teach you a flying movement technique once you reached the Mystic Scholar realm…”
His eyes lit up.
“Are you going to teach me now, Master?”
She smiled. “I need to prepare some things first. Come back tomorrow, Zhen’er.”
He nodded eagerly, his heart pounding with excitement. Finally, I can fly!
Humans had always dreamed of soaring through the skies. Now, his dream was within reach!
“Thank you, Master!”
She chuckled, stroking his head, then offered him a milky white pill.
He recognized it instantly. It was a pseudo-pill formed from her essence, tasting like condensed milk candy.
He obediently swallowed the pill, its rich medicinal energy replenishing his depleted reserves.
“You might be young, Zhen’er, but you still need to take care of your body. Don’t overindulge in pleasures.” She paused. “For the remaining month of treatment, just give her a drop of your… essence each day.”
He blushed. “I understand, Master.”
…
He left the crystal space, emerging from the bathroom, returning to Ji Ya’s bedroom. The bed had been freshly made, all traces of their activities erased. Both women were already awake.
He opened the door, stepping out into the bright sunlight. Aunt Mu suddenly materialized before him, nearly scaring him out of his wits.
“Young Master Yan Zhen, breakfast is ready.”
“… Aunt Mu, you came to wake me up personally?”
“The servants have been dismissed. There’s no one else available at the moment. New servants will arrive tomorrow.”
“I see. Sister Ji Ya did mention there was a traitor among the servants.”
She studied him, muttering, “You advanced from Ninth Star Mystic Adept to Three Star Mystic Scholar in one go? You’re a monster.”
He chuckled nervously.
…
He followed her to the dining hall, where Ji Ya and Yi Xian’er were already eating, Jin Tong and Yu Nu also present, munching on pills like squirrels.
“Good morning, Little Brother Yan Zhen. Congratulations on reaching the Mystic Scholar realm.”
Ji Ya’s demeanor was unchanged, but her gaze towards him had shifted. The hidden affection within it was more apparent now, a hint of passion, but not overwhelming.
She, however, had changed significantly. Having experienced her first taste of “womanhood,” her aura was even more alluring, a hint of springtime blossoming in her eyes, her features even more captivating.
Her red qipao hugged her hourglass figure, a perfect combination of angelic beauty and devilish curves, incredibly alluring. She truly was the “Beautiful Fox of Gold and Jade.”
“You advanced too, Sister Ji Ya?”
“Mmm, I woke up as a Two Star Mystic Master. I feel so much more energetic.”
“This is just the beginning. You’ve only refined about 30% of the medicinal energy. You should fully recover in about ten days.”
“So… will you continue my treatment tonight, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”
“Y-yes.”
She smiled shyly, then fell silent.
He turned to Yi Xian’er, who seemed unconcerned, as if she had never abandoned him, her conscience clear.
“Stop standing there, Yan Zhen. Come eat.”
She offered him a piece of steak with her fork.
Seeing her indifferent demeanor, he decided to drop the subject. Even if he asked, she wouldn’t necessarily answer.
…
Before they finished breakfast, a loud crash echoed from outside. The Second and Third Shopkeepers barged in, their faces contorted with rage, pointing accusing fingers at Ji Ya.
“Ji Ya, you’re going to pay for this! You… You killed Instructor Han Feng! Do you even know his background at the Sacred Ground Academy?! You crazy woman!”
What background? It can’t be more impressive than Instructor Yu Xuan’s. What are they trying to– Wait, what did they say? “Killed” Instructor Han Feng?
“You’re saying Han Feng is dead?” He was shocked.
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