64 When He’s Recovered, We’ll Find the Right Time
There are three types of avatars: the “Soul Avatar,” formed purely from Spiritual Power; the “Mystic Power Avatar,” primarily composed of Mystic Power with a supplementary soul component; and the “Second True Body” (a secondary body, like Jiu Youyue’s relationship to the Demonic Consort).
When a separated avatar merges back with the main body, all its experiences, including pleasure and pain, are absorbed, as if the main body instantly relives the avatar’s experiences.
Low-level cultivators would remove unnecessary senses from their avatars, such as pain.
High-level cultivators, however, could selectively absorb useful information and discard unnecessary memories.
But Zi Xunyi clearly wasn’t at that level yet.
After recalling the previous soul fragment, the new fragment couldn’t withstand the memories of being… ravaged, and with a sensual moan, it also transformed into a streak of purple light, returning to the main body.
In the outside world, Zi Xunyi, sitting by the bed, abruptly opened her eyes, her beautiful amethyst eyes filled with panic.
Those two soul fragments were… tainted. She couldn’t let them merge with her main body, or she would also…
However, discarding two soul fragments at once would be a significant loss for a soul cultivator, wasting all her recent cultivation efforts.
As she hesitated, the purple light emerged from Yan Zhen’s forehead and shot into her body.
Instantly, Zi Xunyi experienced the memories of the two soul fragments, or rather, just the previous fragment.
What she experienced was like—
In short, she watched a short film starring herself, a novice actress being “trained” by an experienced… partner.
And the male lead was her future husband, Yan Zhen, currently lying unconscious on the bed.
“Ah!”
Zi Xunyi screamed, the sensual pleasure from the memories merging with her body.
First, her chest, the intense sensations of sucking and biting making her arch her back and moan, her eyes watering. Then, between her legs, a deep, rooted pleasure made her cry out, her legs clenching, her toes curling. Then, her throat, a choking sensation, almost like nausea. Finally, her buttocks, a feeling of splitting apart, making her jump up from the bed, her hand instinctively covering herself…
Long Ying stared at Zi Xunyi’s “performance,” puzzled. Her cries sounded pained, yet her expression seemed… pleasurable.
“Sister Xunyi, are you alright?”
Zi Xunyi collapsed back onto the bed, her flushed body falling against Yan Zhen’s chest, her chin resting on his arm, her soft lips panting.
Feeling the wetness between her legs, Zi Xunyi was mortified. Hearing Long Ying’s voice, she became even more embarrassed, her shame turning into anger.
—That idiot Yan Zhen, unable to control his own Extreme Flames, letting the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire amplify his desires and do this to her… how… how could he…?!
Zi Xunyi was furious. She clenched her fists, wanting to punch him, but remembering his injuries, she softened her blows, her punches turning into gentle pats.
“Sister Xunyi?”
Zi Xunyi, composing herself, gasped and replied, “I’m fine, Little Long Ying. Don’t worry.”
Long Ying, blinking her innocent eyes, simply thought that Zi Xunyi was exhausted from healing Yan Zhen and was resting against him. Slightly relieved, she asked, “What about Zhenzhen?”
“Yan Zhen… he’ll be fine. He should wake up tomorrow.”
“Phew, that’s good.” Long Ying was relieved, then she brought over a small stool, sat on it, and said, “I’ll stay here tonight and watch over Zhenzhen.”
Zi Xunyi got off Yan Zhen, covered him with the blanket, and then adjusted her disheveled nightgown and hair.
“Then I’ll leave Yan Zhen to you, Little Long Ying. I’m going to take a bath.”
Long Ying nodded, her small legs dangling from the stool, her mood clearly improved.
Zi Xunyi smiled faintly, took another nightgown from the wardrobe, went to the bathroom, filled the tub with water, heated it with her Mystic Power, added scented drops, then undressed and stepped into the bath.
Even though there was a boy sleeping in her room, she felt no discomfort, bathing as if she were alone.
Soaking in the hot water, Zi Xunyi gently caressed her skin, her mind replaying the “experience” from just now.
The shocking images lingered in her mind.
Her previous spring dreams had been outrageous enough, but this… mishap was even more so. Although brief, it had been so… intense, making her feel… dirty.
But her body had also felt… incredibly pleasurable.
In his embrace, every inch of her skin had burned, every breath sweet and intoxicating, as if she would willingly die in his arms.
Would they be this intimate in the future? Otherwise, why was Yan Zhen so skilled, knowing so many… techniques?
Remembering that she had to save her daughter, Zi Xunyi suddenly felt that it wasn’t so unacceptable.
Her only concern was her clan’s reaction.
She would eventually return to inherit the position of Celestial God Clan Goddess. Returning with a child out of wedlock would disgrace the entire clan.
But Ling’er couldn’t wait.
Unless, after she conceived, she slowed down the fetus’s development, carrying the child for three to five years.
Only after she gained enough power within the clan, and Yan Zhen had also grown stronger, could they reveal their relationship and the child. Otherwise, both the fetus and Yan Zhen could be eliminated by the clan’s radicals.
—After he recovers, when the time is right, I’ll… try… After all, I can’t escape him. He’s always… taking advantage of me, “humiliating” me, one way or another.
Zi Xunyi bit her lip, a shy blush coloring her cheeks, making her even more beautiful.
After her bath, Zi Xunyi changed into a clean nightgown, left the bathroom, and walked to the bed.
“I’m going to meditate outside. Little Long Ying, if you’re sleepy, you can sleep with Yan Zhen. There’s still space on the bed.”
Long Ying blushed, remembering how she had always shared a bed with Yan Zhen in her previous life, often drooling on his arm.
“I-I understand, Sister Xunyi. You go cultivate. I’ll take care of Zhenzhen.”
“Okay, I’ll leave him to you~”
Zi Xunyi smiled, patted the little Dragon Girl’s head, then looked at Yan Zhen, seeing his steady breathing, and went to the balcony to meditate, facing the sea of clouds.
Long Ying rested her chin on her hands, her elbows on her knees, quietly watching Yan Zhen sleep.
The night passed uneventfully.
As dawn broke, Zi Xunyi finished meditating and returned to her room, finding Long Ying asleep on the stool, drool at the corner of her mouth and a small bubble escaping her nose.
She smiled, picked up the little Dragon Girl, and carefully placed her beside Yan Zhen on the bed.
Just then, she heard beeping from Yan Zhen’s communication talisman.
Because his clothes had been incinerated, the talisman had fallen out. One corner of it was slightly scorched.
After a moment’s hesitation, Zi Xunyi picked it up and opened it. A message from [Fiancée Wenqing] was displayed.
“Yan Zhen, wake up. I’m almost at your building.”
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