Seventy-Two Transformations

Li Yifei immediately shrank back, clutching the hoe in his hand, although it was of no use except to bolster his courage.

Zhou Meng had never spoken to him like that before, but his instincts told him nothing good could come of it.

"Y-you evil god, just say what you want." Li Yifei shrank back.

"Hey, what are you scared of? All I did was beat you a few extra times at Fight the Landlord, right? Anyway, do you know how to distill vodka?"

Huh?

Vodka?

Li Yifei was a little dumbfounded.

In the Mental Hospital, there was no concept of time or hunger. It didn't matter if you went without food or water, and besides, everyone here was either a Monster or a god. Naturally, they had no desire for worldly things.

He only grew crops and cooked meals in the backyard to satisfy a bit of the appetite he had retained from his time as a human.

Although Zhou Meng ate too, Li Yifei had never seen him ask for anything in that regard. Why was he asking for alcohol this time?

"Vodka shouldn't be a problem, but I'll have to grow the ingredients first. It'll be a while before I can get it to you. What do you want it for?" Li Yifei asked suspiciously.

"Great! I didn't expect a snake demon like you to really know how to do everything! I'll be waiting for your good news, then!"

He really had found the right person. Li Yifei was a jack-of-all-trades, an all-round warrior. Qiye certainly had a good eye. This Nanda Snake Demon was leagues better than that Ghost-Faced King who could do nothing but howl.

Leaving a dumbfounded Li Yifei behind, Zhou Meng returned to the activity area, where Lin Qiye was chatting heart-to-heart with Nyx.

"Brother Meng—oh, no, Dad, you're back! What trait did you get this time?" Lin Qiye went up to greet him, his face full of delight, but when he caught sight of the smiling Nyx beside him, he had no choice but to correct himself.

"My dear son, this time's trait is this!" Zhou Meng naturally wouldn't miss an opportunity like this. He pointed a finger, and a brilliant orange light instantly floated into Lin Qiye's body, while Zhou Meng took back his two purple traits.

"This time it's Seventy-Two Transformations?" Lin Qiye's eyes lit up instantly.

In truth, Lin Qiye had been fairly satisfied with the two traits Zhou Meng had lent him before.

Although what Random Summoning summoned really was random, it had come in handy at a critical moment. The problem was that it was too unreliable.

He had only managed to gain the upper hand in the battle against the Masked Squad in the armory because he had summoned One-Punch Super Mushroom. If he had summoned something else, who knew what other trouble might have cropped up?

Lin Qiye was very satisfied with the power of the Gate of Babylon. Aside from straining his throat and consuming mental power, making him look like an idiot to others, and being unusable for sneak attacks, it had no shortcomings.

So he had been looking forward to this new trait.

But Seventy-Two Transformations was a complete surprise to him.

This is the ability of Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the Victorious Fighting Buddha! Does this mean one of the patients in my Mental Hospital is the Great Sage? Daxia's native gods haven't disappeared!

When Zhou Meng had lent Lin Qiye traits before, Lin Qiye had asked him about them, but Zhou Meng had only smiled and refused to answer.

Apart from the traits clearly borrowed from Nyx, the Evernight Goddess, none of the other traits Zhou Meng had lent him allowed him to work backward and figure out whom they had been borrowed from.

But Seventy-Two Transformations was different. This trait pointed to someone specific!

The unexpected discovery made Lin Qiye circle Zhou Meng and look him up and down several times.

"Are you really the Zhou Meng who messes with me whenever he has nothing better to do? You're not someone else in disguise, are you? A trait this good—there isn't a catch, is there? Are there no restrictions on using it?" Lin Qiye asked suspiciously.

"I'm so hurt. Is this how you doubt your father? Mother of my child, hurry and tell him—" Zhou Meng immediately began calling Nyx over.

"All right, all right! I believe you! Isn't that enough?" Lin Qiye hurriedly covered Zhou Meng's mouth and pulled him aside.

"Seventy-Two Transformations lets you transform at will, into whatever you want. But both the duration and the power of your transformations are limited by your current realm. Even if you turn into the Ghost-Faced King, you'll only be a Ghost-Faced King at the peak of the Cup Realm. Just remember that." Zhou Meng still gave him a few appropriate reminders.

Lin Qiye immediately tried out Seventy-Two Transformations. It was indeed convenient: he could grow bigger or smaller, turn into insects or animals, and transform freely.

"Brother Meng, where did you get this trait just now? As far as I know, the only one who could have this trait is the immensely powerful Sun Wukong!" Lin Qiye asked next. He was very eager to know exactly who the patients in the Mental Hospital were.

Even if he couldn't enter right now, it would still be useful to know in advance!

"What's the hurry? Once you reach the right realm, won't you naturally find out? Besides, who says Sun Wukong is the only one with the ability to use Seventy-Two Transformations? Doesn't that Erlang of Guankou, Yang Jian, know it too?" Zhou Meng continued to keep him guessing.

Erlang Shen? Yang Jian? Could he be the one locked up in my Mental Hospital?

But whoever it is, it's good news! As long as I raise my realm, maybe I can find out from them where all of Daxia's gods have gone.

Lin Qiye happily withdrew his consciousness from the Mental Hospital.

Meanwhile, at Lin Qiye's home in Cangnan City.

Yang Jin was writing away at his homework, while Little Black Scabby lay lazily beside him, basking in the sun.

"Achoo! Achoo!!!!"

Yang Jin's nose suddenly felt unbearably itchy, and he sneezed several times in a row, startling Little Black Scabby into jumping up.

"That's strange. It's broad daylight, and the sun is so warm. Why am I sneezing?" Yang Jin rubbed his nose, then patted the startled Little Black Scabby on the head.

"Who could be talking about me? Could it be my brother? I wonder how that guy is doing over there with the Nightwatchers."

At that thought, Yang Jin shook his head and smiled, then bent over the table and resumed writing away.

On the training ground, the recruits stood straight in neat ranks beneath the martial arts platform. After this period of training, their spirit and bearing had improved qualitatively, and they had gone from a ragtag bunch to looking more like soldiers!

On the platform, an unfamiliar instructor was addressing the recruits.

"The mysterious creatures from myths, legends, and all manner of strange stories throughout human history are the Nightwatchers' main enemies!"

"Their abilities are all sorts of strange, and their characteristics differ, but there is no doubt that they are far stronger than mortal human flesh!"

"What do we rely on to contend with them, fight them on equal footing, and even eliminate them?"