Hundred Transformations

Under Nan Feng's persistent pestering, Bibi Dong finally had no choice but to agree to give it a try for him.

If possible, Bibi Dong also hoped to take Nan Feng out with her. After all, this hellhole known as Slaughter City was a place no one with a halfway normal brain could stand to stay in.

She had been here for less than three years. If it weren't for Nan Feng, a normal person who had been by her side the whole time and helped her suppress the influence of the killing intent, she didn't even know what kind of monster she would have turned into.

"You need to think this through. Once something goes wrong with this method, you will explode," Bibi Dong warned.

A Spirit Master's cultivation is a gradual, step-by-step process. A method like this, which relies on devouring to rapidly increase one's power, not only leaves behind massive hidden dangers but is also extremely dangerous.

Nan Feng felt that his own healing ability should be able to withstand this violent energy surge, allowing him to gain a rapid increase in power over a short period, but the process...

"I know," Nan Feng said, sitting down on the ground.

"Let's begin."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath and released her Soul-Eater Spider Emperor. She plunged the dark green spider legs growing from her back into the body of the Fallen One she had just captured from outside.

As the devouring began, the unconscious Fallen One immediately let out a soul-piercing wail of agony.

"Uh... couldn't you kill him before draining him?" Nan Feng felt a bit squeamish.

The body was visibly shriveling up!

"Once a Spirit Master in Slaughter City dies, everything they possess is devoured by the city itself," Bibi Dong said.

"I can only plunder a portion while they are still alive. If they were dead, I wouldn't just be devouring their power; I would be competing with Slaughter City for energy. The difficulty would be too high."

"Oh..." Nan Feng covered his ears and turned away.

This is so damn creepy!

In his past life, he hadn't even seen a dead person. He would get scared just by hearing a pig being slaughtered next door; how could he possibly handle a scene like this?

"Scared?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow.

"No kidding," Nan Feng said, speechless.

He was a model youth raised in a peaceful era, not some brain-dead, perverted serial killer from the Tang Clan. Wasn't it perfectly normal to be afraid when seeing something like this?

When he had first arrived, seeing the bones and remains scattered everywhere, along with all sorts of grotesque scenes, had nearly given him a nervous breakdown!

"But you are going to end up just like him," Bibi Dong said seriously.

"I have never tried using the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor to infuse energy into someone else's body, but I can be certain that this method will cause immense damage to your body, and besides..."

"Don't say any more, just start the infusion," Nan Feng interrupted.

"If you keep talking, I'll likely lose my nerve."

Bibi Dong hesitated for a moment. "I'll start slowly. You feel it out, and if you can't hold on..."

"Bring it on!" Nan Feng gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

"Here I come."

"Do it!"

"I'm really coming now?"

"Yeah!"

"Three..."

"Ah--!!!"

"What about two!!!"

"Oh, I forgot. Two."

"Damn it!!!"

"Ah!!!"

"I wasn't cursing you!!"

Half an hour later, a hollow-eyed Nan Feng was carried back to the bed by Bibi Dong.

"I can't believe you actually held on," Bibi Dong said, sounding somewhat incredulous.

Just moments ago, Nan Feng's body had been on the verge of splitting apart, looking very much like the spirit masters she had seen in the past who died from exploding bodies after absorbing Spirit Rings that exceeded their limits. Yet, just as she was about to stop—and even prepared to draw those energies back—Nan Feng's healing power had actually restored his crumbling body!

Even the Nine-Heart Begonia might not possess such terrifying healing power, right?

"I held on with my life..." Nan Feng lay on the bed, weak and listless.

Normally, the power of the Horse Talisman could even eliminate pain, as pain was also a negative effect caused by external forces. However, because the energy impact just now had been too intense, the Horse Talisman's power was barely enough to suppress his body from exploding; there was simply no surplus energy left to eliminate the pain.

It hurt too much!

He felt as if his entire body had been thoroughly purged!

Reborn!

"I wanted to stop earlier, but you were the one who told me not to," Bibi Dong said, wiping away the tears that had uncontrollably streamed from Nan Feng's eyes.

"If I stop now, I'll just have to suffer through it all over again. It's better to just grit my teeth and endure it in one go," Nan Feng said.

"Besides, after experiencing this kind of suffering once, I wouldn't dare to try it a second time."

When he didn't know how painful it would be, he was willing to give it a try. But once he had developed a psychological trauma, he didn't dare to attempt it again.

"Does it still hurt?" Bibi Dong looked at Nan Feng, whose eyes were vacant, with a heart-wrenching expression.

After all, he was a child she had watched grow up. Three years ago, when they first met, Nan Feng was just a frail little boy being tossed around by the Fallen Ones of Slaughter City.

In three years, she had practically watched Nan Feng grow from a tiny little thing into someone nearly her own size.

"It doesn't hurt," Nan Feng curled his body into a ball.

After the infusion ended, his Horse Talisman no longer needed to suppress his body from exploding. Once it stabilized the chaotic foreign energies within him, the pain had been eliminated.

However, while physical pain could be eliminated, the psychological trauma could not be wiped away in such a short time.

"Hm?"

Feeling a softness on his face and the scent of milk drifting into his nostrils, Nan Feng instinctively opened his eyes, only to find that Bibi Dong had covered them with her hand.

"Don't move," Bibi Dong said, her expression somewhat unnatural.

"Also, keep your eyes closed."

"Can I move my hands?"

"You can try if you dare."

"..."

It was unknown how much time had passed when Nan Feng slowly opened his eyes. Bibi Dong had already left the room.

This was likely the most peaceful sleep he had had since coming to this world.

"Three years of effort, and it's finally time for the harvest," Nan Feng sat up from the bed and stretched.

Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets their mind to it; as long as you find the right direction, there is no heart that cannot be pried open.

Those so-called "simps" who end up with nothing are merely a bunch of self-righteous idiots.

If you don't find the right direction and only know how to use brute force, what the hell is the point?

"I did all this for your own good," "I've gone this far, why aren't you happy yet?"...

Just listen to that—what kind of brain-dead nonsense is that?

Everything requires the right direction and the use of one's brain. If blind effort were all it took to succeed, the world's richest people would be the mules that worked themselves to death.

"To what extent can the Monkey Talisman change things?"

A phantom image of a little monkey appeared in Nan Feng's eyes.

Monkey Talisman, infinite transformations!

A surge of white energy instantly enveloped Nan Feng's entire body. After a series of twists and shifts, Nan Feng's figure vanished, replaced by a little black cat less than thirty centimeters long.

"Meow?" Nan Feng lowered his head and raised his right hand—or rather, his paw.

The transformation was fine; now he had to see if the movement was an issue.

After getting a feel for his somewhat awkward body, Nan Feng leaped.

"Meow!!"

"Xiao Feng?"

Hearing the commotion, Bibi Dong rushed over quickly.

Seeing the little black cat that had appeared out of nowhere, sprawled on the ground with its limbs twisted at an odd angle, Bibi Dong instinctively activated her Martial Soul Avatar.

There were no cats in Slaughter City!

"Meow!!"

A flash of light flickered. Nan Feng hurriedly changed back, standing up while clutching his waist with a pained expression.

"Don't attack! It's me!"

Damn it! A cat's balance is controlled by its tail!

He didn't know how to use it!

His body had changed, but it was as if he had been given a brand-new body—he didn't know how to operate it!

"You..." Bibi Dong stared, stunned, at Nan Feng, who had just transformed from a cat.

"Is this your Martial Soul? Or a Spirit Skill?"

"I suppose it counts as a Spirit Skill?" Nan Feng focused his mind, and his body was once again covered in a layer of white light. After a twist and shift, a vampire bat—iconic to Slaughter City—appeared before Bibi Dong.

Hmm, a bat that couldn't fly.

No wonder Shendu rarely used this Talisman's ability. Every time he changed into a new form, he had to start from scratch to adapt to that body's state. It was useless.

But for him right now, this ability was the only way to escape Slaughter City.

If he could turn into a kitten, he could turn into a bat, which meant he could turn into an ant! He could turn into a bug!

He refused to believe that this Hell Road came with its own built-in screening ability!

Bibi Dong looked at the little bat before her with a strange expression. "The method you're talking about, it couldn't possibly be..."

Nan Feng's mind stirred, and he transformed back into his human form.

"Since a human can't leave this godforsaken place, then I just won't be a human anymore!"