Gender-Change Potion

Generally speaking, comedy anime defied common sense and could not be scrutinized too closely for logic.

Back Street Girls was even more so. It told the story of three small-time thugs who made mistakes and were ordered by their boss to undergo sex changes and become idol singers to rake in money. Unexpectedly, after one glamorous transformation, the three grown men became wildly popular.

The moment Yang Ming chose to draw a prize, a strange virtual roulette wheel appeared in his vision.

Ordinary virtual roulette wheels clearly divided their items, skills, and cultivation techniques into sections so people could see everything at a glance. This virtual roulette wheel, however, was different. Every slot displayed a question mark.

Yang Ming was only trying it out. He first used up the draw chances from Stephen Chow's Love on Delivery.

The virtual roulette wheel began to spin, and Yang Ming's heart leaped into his throat.

Seeing Yang Ming spacing out, Xiao Wu stretched out her slender jade-like finger and lightly poked his cheek once, then twice. Tilting her head, she asked:

"Yang Ming, what are you thinking about so intently?"

Yang Ming came back to his senses, a peculiar smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

The instant the roulette wheel's pointer stopped, an item perfectly suited to a comedy anime appeared.

Gender-Change Potion!

Drink it, and a man could become a woman, a woman could become a man, or one could even become neither male nor female!

As for the second draw chance, it came up empty. He got nothing at all.

Yang Ming's eyes turned thoughtful. Last time, when he used a draw chance from The Big Shot, he could only draw something like Xiao Yan's original-flavor underwear. This time, he used a draw chance from a comedy film to draw a similarly absurd comedy-anime item, yet he obtained such a miraculous Gender-Change Potion.

He suspected that different draw chances might be connected to the source of the draw.

Yang Ming steadied himself and scooped up a spoonful of soup. Papaya stewed with pork ribs. The taste was utterly ordinary. Bad review.

Seeing that Yang Ming was ignoring her, Xiao Wu became a little unhappy and said:

"Yang Ming, you still haven't finished telling me the story of Dream of the Red Chamber that you told me last time. You have to finish it this time. I want to know what happened to Lin Daiyu later. Did she end up with Xue Baoyu?"

Seeing Xiao Wu holding her cheeks in both hands, her face full of anticipation, Yang Ming truly could not bear to tell her the truth. Not only did Lin Daiyu fail to become a couple with Xue Baoyu, she even died of melancholy. Her fate was tragic.

Then Yang Ming's head began to ache.

Just like every author facing readers who mailed them blades, Yang Ming believed that if he dared tell Xiao Wu the latter half of Dream of the Red Chamber, she would dare tear apart the bedboards in his dormitory!

Normally, in such circumstances, an author had only one option: stop updating!

Time to run!

Yang Ming hurriedly finished lunch. The instant Xiao Wu was not paying attention, he immediately slipped out of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy and headed to Spirit Hall, planning to have his Martial Soul rank assessed.

Only a few days had passed since Yang Ming's last rampage through Spirit Hall. Its guards recognized him at a glance and immediately looked at their noses, their noses at their hearts, not daring to stop him.

Spirit Hall was as it had always been. There were usually few people around, with only a few servants cleaning the place.

Yang Ming followed the nearby stairs to the second floor of Spirit Hall. Upon reaching the second-floor corridor, he knocked on the door first. Only after receiving Master Ma Xiunuo's permission did he push it open and enter.

It was a bright office. An elderly man sat behind a broad desk. His neat Spirit Master uniform and the standard three-sword insignia on his body showed that he was a Great Spirit Master-level Battle Spirit Master.

Ma Xiunuo had originally been working at his desk, but when he saw that it was Yang Ming, a kindly smile immediately squeezed onto his wrinkled face.

"Ah, Yang Ming is here. What a rare visitor."

Ordinarily, someone of Ma Xiunuo's rank did not need to personally rise and greet him. Yet he still stood up, walked all the way to the door, welcomed Yang Ming inside, and had him sit opposite his desk to show his warm hospitality.

Ma Xiunuo returned to his seat and looked at Yang Ming, whose changes seemed greater with every passing day. He rubbed his slightly presbyopic eyes.

If, when he had last seen Yang Ming, the boy had been a sharp sword freshly drawn from its sheath, then now he was a blade that had already been honed. Every movement faintly carried a different kind of edge.

As expected of a supreme genius who had awakened Dual Martial Souls and possessed Innate Full Soul Power!

A storm raged in Ma Xiunuo's heart, but the smile on his face became even kinder. He warmly poured Yang Ming a cup of hot tea and said amiably:

"Yang Ming, I hope you won't take Su Yuntao's matter last time too much to heart."

"I often tell Su Yuntao that he is rash and impatient by nature. Otherwise, he would not be like me, forever unable to cross the threshold of Rank 30. Unfortunately, he never listens. This time, he can consider it a lesson bought with experience."

"To put it nicely, he tends to take unconventional paths. To put it bluntly, he tends to get stuck in dead ends. In truth, Su Yuntao is not such a bad young man at heart. I also hope you won't develop any unfavorable prejudice toward Spirit Hall because of this matter."

Ma Xiunuo was old and shrewd. On the surface, his words seemed to defend Su Yuntao, but in reality, he was trying to restore Spirit Hall's reputation while indirectly drawing Yang Ming closer.

Yang Ming was still young and did not hear the deeper meaning in Ma Xiunuo's words. However, he did not intend to pursue the matter any further, since it would benefit no one.

"Master Ma Xiunuo, I didn't come here today to stir up trouble. I came for an advancement appraisal, so I'll need to trouble you."

"Wh... what? You've advanced?"

Ma Xiunuo was startled. It had not even been a week since Yang Ming last came to Spirit Hall, yet he had already advanced from a Soul Scholar to a Spirit Master?

However, on second thought, Yang Ming possessed Innate Full Soul Power. If a good teacher had led him to Spirit Hunting Forest and they happened to encounter a suitable Soul Beast, it was not impossible.

With that thought, Ma Xiunuo's gaze toward Yang Ming became even more fervent, and his attitude grew increasingly kind and cordial, like an old grandfather next door.

"Ah, Yang Ming, don't call me Master. That sounds far too distant. Just call me Grandpa Ma Xiunuo."

It was only a form of address, and Yang Ming did not care. He simply went along with it and said:

"Then I'll trouble you, Grandpa Ma Xiunuo."

The age spots on Ma Xiunuo's face nearly crinkled into flowers from his smile. He led Yang Ming out of the office and along the second-floor corridor toward the inner area of Spirit Hall.

When they reached the end of the corridor, three tall arched doors appeared before Yang Ming.

"This is the Martial Soul Laboratory where Spirit Hall conducts advancement appraisals."

As he spoke, Ma Xiunuo pushed open the leftmost door and led Yang Ming inside.

The moment he entered the room, Yang Ming felt something indescribably peculiar. The soul power within his body seemed to pulse faintly to a special rhythm.

It was a very large room, roughly half the size of a football field. Its ceiling was three or four meters high, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window provided ample lighting.

Yang Ming felt faintly uneasy. What kind of chain reaction would his black Soul Ring bring?

(First update)