Lu Yang gave Butian Que a hard slap across the face.
"Ah!"
With a splash, Butian Que's body flipped over. In an instant, he turned back into that breathtaking beauty, sending up surging white waves as he rolled off the bed.
"Fellow Daoist, how cruel-hearted you are."
Butian Que covered his reddened cheek, tears glistening in his beautiful eyes. "Could it be that you do not like this type? That is normal too—everyone has their own preferences. But it does not matter."
His voice changed along with his form:
"Whatever kind of woman you want, this servant can satisfy you. Fellow Daoist, do you want someone mature? Young? Innocent? Scheming? Or pitiful?"
With every adjective he spoke, Butian Que's appearance changed once.
There were charming, voluptuous mature women; little girls like budding flowers; Misses long secluded in their chambers; courtesans with daggers hidden behind their smiles; and daughters of fallen households.
And that was not all.
After changing into women, he actually began changing into men as well: delicate and pitiable catamites, brawny and virile strongmen, even fat-headed, big-eared middle-aged men.
Lu Yang's eye twitched.
Yet it still was not over. Seeing that Lu Yang's expression remained unchanged, Butian Que smiled even more happily. "Could it be that Fellow Daoist's tastes are unusual, and you prefer those covered in fur and crowned with horns?"
Before his words had faded, he began transforming again. One moment he was Ox-Head, the next Horse-Face; one moment a rabbit spirit, the next a fox Yao woman. There was every strange and bizarre thing imaginable—if you could think of it, he could become it—and every form carried an inexplicable, seductive charm.
"Hiss!"
This time, Lu Yang genuinely felt a chill. Unlike before, the First Generation Peak Master of Mending Heaven Peak gave him a feeling