139 Younger Aunt Dean’s Spectacular Social Demise
The two interlocking formations, one large and one small, were both for Yan Zhen’s benefit. The larger formation provided a Yang environment, enhancing his Mystic Power and suppressing Dean Yu Qing’s strength, while the smaller formation gathered the abundant energy of the White Jade Spring, channeled to him by Aunt Head Instructor.
As the formations activated and the co-cultivation began, crimson flames, like flowing blood, erupted from Yan Zhen’s body, instantly raising the surrounding temperature, the spring water bubbling violently.
The hottest Extreme Flame, the Great Crimson Skyfire!
Dean Yu Qing and Head Instructor Shui Bailan had seen it before, but this was their first time experiencing it at such close range. Feeling the intense heat, they circulated their Mystic Power for protection.
Where their palms met, Dean Yu Qing’s Water Mystic Power and Yan Zhen’s Great Crimson Skyfire clashed, a distinct line separating the blue and red.
With their coordinated efforts, the Water Mystic Power entered Yan Zhen’s body, enveloping the Great Crimson Skyfire, then, following his meridians, returned to Dean Yu Qing.
She carefully released her control, allowing the Great Crimson Skyfire to flow through her meridians.
Even with her meridians coated in a protective layer of Water Mystic Power, the intense heat of the Great Crimson Skyfire still made her moan, the color draining from her face.
She gritted her teeth, forcing the Great Crimson Skyfire through her meridians, finally guiding a small wisp of flame into her dantian.
A warm sensation spread through her lower abdomen, as if a switch had been flipped, her mind suddenly filled with… lustful thoughts.
She quickly suppressed them and focused on refining the Great Crimson Skyfire Yan Zhen was releasing.
Each time she refined a wisp of the Skyfire and guided it into her dantian, the warm sensation intensified, gradually becoming… suggestive, as if a lover’s warm hand was gently caressing her lower abdomen.
Time passed, and a blush returned to Dean Yu Qing’s face, her breathing growing heavier, a light sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead.
“…”
Ever since advancing to Mystic Ancestor, Dean Yu Qing’s body would become icy cold at night, keeping her awake, making her fantasize about a warm embrace, a passionate lover to hold her and chase away the chill, leading her to… relieve herself.
However, that wasn’t the most embarrassing part. The most embarrassing part was that recently, the blurry figure in her fantasies had become increasingly clear.
“He” was a young man, slightly shorter than her, with a toned physique and fair skin, just like Yan Zhen.
“He” had a handsome face, somewhat youthful, not exactly masculine, but not feminine either, his features delicate and fair, just like Yan Zhen.
“He” had bright eyes, like burning flames, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons when he smiled, just like Yan Zhen.
“He” was somewhat shy, often blushing, and when he did, he would scratch his cheek with his index finger, just like Yan Zhen.
Sometimes, “he” was mature and passionate, making her feel the strength of a man. Other times, he was childish, clinging to her, asking for hugs and… attention, just like Yan—uh, she didn’t know about that part.
But Dean Yu Qing wouldn’t admit that it was Yan Zhen, just someone who happened to resemble him a “little bit.”
She was the Outer Academy Dean, the third-in-command of the Yu family, a powerful Mystic Ancestor. How could she possibly fantasize about a six-star Mystic Master junior? Just because he had a pretty face? Ridiculous!
Now, once again, Younger Aunt Dean was tormented by desire. So, she instinctively conjured the image of that “him.”
“He” stood before her, palm to palm, wearing only those slightly odd elephant-print boxer briefs, his toned upper body and six-pack abs on full display.
They were supposed to be cultivating in the water, but “he” was deliberately flaunting his body, tempting her, making her feel so… restless. So, it would be alright for her to pull him into her embrace and… take charge, right?
Thinking this, the burning sensation in her lower abdomen subsided, and she released his hands. Then, his familiar, alluring voice echoed in her ear:
“Younger Aunt, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better? Younger Aunt?”
Yan Zhen, having stopped the co-cultivation, waved his hand in front of her face.
Younger Aunt Dean’s eyes snapped open, filled with lust, her pupils practically heart-shaped. She grabbed his wrist, pulled him closer, and pressed his face against her ample bosom.
“You’ve been naughty, Little Zhenzhen. Auntie will punish you now.”
Her voice was like a cat in heat.
Indeed, in Dean Yu Qing’s fantasy, her relationship with “him” was both familial and romantic, a forbidden love defying societal norms.
Yan Zhen was stunned, then mentally displayed a question mark. “?”
Not just him, but the other four women were also dumbfounded. Shui Bailan, closest to them, asked with concern, “Yu Qing, are you alright?”
However, Dean Yu Qing ignored her friend, her eyes fixated on Yan Zhen. Under the shocked gazes of everyone present, she leaned down and kissed him, her pink tongue clumsily yet forcefully invading his mouth.
Yan Zhen: “???”
The other four women: “!!!”
After a passionate moment, having thoroughly savored his taste, Younger Aunt Dean licked her lips and said seductively, “Little Zhenzhen tastes even sweeter than usual. Can Auntie have another taste?”
—Holy crap!
Yan Zhen finally understood, pushing her away as if she were a ghost and scrambling into Aunt Head Instructor’s arms, clinging to her neck.
For the first time, he was genuinely terrified of this menopausal Younger Aunt. Had she lost her mind, or was she possessed by a demonic being?
“Don’t go, Little Zhenzhen.”
Dean Yu Qing reached for him, but Shui Bailan, holding the frightened Yan Zhen, shouted, “Quickly, stop her!”
Instructor Yu Xuan, mortified, rushed to intercept her aunt, preventing her from further embarrassing herself, but was sent flying by a burst of her aunt’s Mystic Power.
Clan Head Yu Lu and Grand Elder Yu Yan appeared behind their younger sister, grabbing her shoulders and restraining her.
“Yu Qing, what are you doing? Stop this instant!”
“Xiao Qing, calm down! Even if you like Little Yan Zhen, you can’t do this without Xuan’er’s consent~”
Younger Aunt Dean struggled against their hold. “Let go! I want Little Zhenzhen, my precious~”
The Clan Head and Grand Elder exchanged glances, then each struck Younger Aunt Dean’s chest with a palm, their Mystic Power converging and surging upwards to her head.
A sharp pain shot through her head, and Dean Yu Qing snapped out of her lust-induced daze.
She blinked, looking at her two older sisters, then at Yan Zhen, cowering in her friend’s arms, and finally realized what she had just done.
Blood rushed to her face, turning her cheeks and ears crimson, like a cooked crab.
“Aaaaaahhhh—”
She let out an ear-piercing scream that echoed across the water’s surface, then covered her face with her hands, quickly swam to the edge of the pool, and fled the scene of her social demise.
Yan Zhen: “…”
The other four women: “…”
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