With a slightly trembling hand, Ye Ping’an gently placed his palm on Ye Mengyao’s fair, delicate back, softly asking, “Junior Sister, are you ready?”
Ye Mengyao nodded, her small head already drifting into daydreams of a future where her unparalleled talent and successful cultivation would allow her to soar through the heavens and dive into the earth alongside her Senior Brother.
But before her fantasies could spiral further, a warm stream of energy flowed into her body from her back, causing her eyes to widen instantly.
An uncontrollable cry escaped her lips: “Ah…!”
“Junior Sister, how does it feel?” Ye Ping’an asked with concern.
“It… it hurts a little, but… it also feels so good,” Ye Mengyao replied, her voice trembling.
“Bear with it, Junior Sister. It’s normal to feel this way the first time,” Ye Ping’an said, visibly relieved by her response.
“Then… Senior Brother, please go slower,” Ye Mengyao murmured weakly.
Ye Ping’an nodded immediately.
For cultivators, the first encounter with spiritual energy, no matter how gentle, often brought intense discomfort to the body.
The spiritual energy in the world wasn’t uniform—its properties varied depending on the environment.
For instance, in a primal forest, the energy leaned heavily toward wood attributes. Since a person’s innate attributes were fixed, this mismatch could cause a clash.
The first time spiritual energy cleansed one’s meridians, the pain was something only cultivators could truly understand.
The less talented one was, the more excruciating it became. Ye Ping’an vividly recalled lying bedridden for nearly a week after his own first experience.
Once the meridians adapted to the spiritual energy, the pain would vanish. For those with greater talent and higher affinity for spiritual energy, the process could even become pleasurable.
Take his Junior Sister, for example—truly worthy of someone who shattered the testing stone. After a brief moment of pain, she was already feeling comfortable.
Ye Ping’an couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy, secretly wishing he possessed such talent.
Of course, if his Junior Sister was truly the reincarnation of a great power, all he needed to do was foster a strong bond with her.
If she awakened her true potential one day and took him as a follower, talent wouldn’t matter…
At this thought, Ye Ping’an increased the flow of spiritual energy. As a result, Ye Mengyao’s voice—alternating between pain and pleasure—drifted out through the window.
Hiding outside the door, Ye Ningyue hadn’t overheard their earlier conversation due to a delay in Ye Ping’an’s room.
By sheer coincidence, she arrived just in time to hear the most misleading parts.
To Ye Ningyue’s ears, their exchange sounded like this:
“Senior Brother, move a little, this position isn’t comfortable.”
“Senior Brother, hurry up! I’m ready!”
“Alright, alright, here I come… Junior Sister, are you ready?”
“…”
“Junior Sister, how does it feel?”
“It… it hurts a little… but… it also feels so good.”
“Bear with it, Junior Sister. It’s normal the first time.”
“Then, Senior Brother, go slower.”
Hearing the tender voice of that “little fox,” Ye Ningyue’s eyes glistened with pain. She never imagined her young master’s first time would slip away from her like this.
At that moment, Ye Ningyue’s mind was consumed by sorrow.
She didn’t consider that, given her young master’s age, it was implausible for him to be entangled in such scandalous affairs with the “little fox.”
She simply assumed he was exceptionally gifted.
After all, just last month, when she snuck into his bed in the middle of the night, she had confirmed his innocence.
Naturally, she thought he must have awakened some extraordinary ability in the past few days.
For Ye Ningyue, who had matured far earlier than Ye Ping’an, this blow was devastating.
Two years ago, on that fateful night when she sought a place to bury herself and join her deceased parents, it was her young master who saved her from the depths of despair.
Perhaps it was the hope Ye Ping’an gave her that sparked her affection, or maybe it was love at first sight.
From that moment, Ye Ningyue had devoted herself entirely to him, dreaming of a quiet life together—marriage, children, and growing old side by side.
It wasn’t that she lacked the desire for revenge, but she was utterly powerless to pursue it. Otherwise, two years ago, she wouldn’t have followed in her parents’ footsteps, seeking death.
Ye Ningyue didn’t mind if Ye Ping’an had other women in his harem—after all, she herself had many stepmothers. But her own mother was her father’s greatest love.
Her mother once told her that a man and woman’s first time could hold immense weight in their hearts.
This was why Ye Ningyue felt so devastated.
Her young master had lost his first time tonight, meaning that “little fox” would now occupy an irreplaceable place in his heart.
For Ye Ningyue, who dreamed of capturing his entire heart, this was a tremendous obstacle.
Her fists clenched tightly.
If she weren’t afraid of barging in and startling her young master—potentially jeopardizing her future happiness—she would have stormed in and given that “little fox” a thorough thrashing.
***
As expected of a child, Ye Mengyao’s skin was even fairer and smoother than any fine jade Ye Ping’an had ever touched.
His hands glided across her back, savoring the soft, warm sensation while his mind wandered to his predecessor, Yan Yao.
What had Yan Yao felt when facing his female lead? Did he truly have no stray thoughts?
As for himself… cough… no, he couldn’t entertain such ideas.
This was the future Phoenix-Soaring-Heaven female protagonist. Even thinking about it was forbidden.
He hurriedly recited the Clear Heart Mantra and the Great Compassion Mantra, redirecting his focus to searching for the Reincarnation Seal.
To his dismay, he found nothing on Ye Mengyao’s entire back.
“Senior Brother, isn’t it time to check the front?” Ye Mengyao asked eagerly, feeling her back fully nourished by his gentle spiritual energy.
“Ah! Uh, yes… you’re right,” Ye Ping’an replied, caught off guard.
What else could he say?
He’d already deceived her.
He’d already seen her.
He’d already touched her.
Having gone this far, he could only continue down this path of error.
Perhaps due to his low cultivation level, nourishing Ye Mengyao’s entire back had left Ye Ping’an drenched in sweat.
When she turned over, the sight wasn’t as overwhelming as he’d feared. His mind was now wholly consumed with the Reincarnation Seal.
But when his gaze fell on Ye Mengyao’s smooth abdomen, he froze.
There, faintly flickering, was a subtle mark.
By all accounts, this should be the Reincarnation Seal he’d been searching for. Confirming his Junior Sister as the reincarnation of a great power should have filled him with relief, even joy.
But… looking at the pattern of the mark, was this for real?
Ye Ping’an suddenly understood why, in the future, his Junior Sister stayed by the Phoenix-Soaring-Heaven protagonist’s side yet was never claimed by her.
If his suspicions were correct, ten Phoenix-Soaring-Heavens wouldn’t be enough to satisfy his Junior Sister.
Because that pattern was none other than the mark of a succubus.
After all, the Phoenix-Soaring-Heaven protagonist in the original story could be summed up as… weak but ambitious.
Most female leads could easily overpower her, let alone his Junior Sister.