Pretending to Be a Woman Again

Demonic cultivators, also known as evil cultivators.

Unlike foreign races like the Devil Race, they were a special type of cultivator universally reviled across the cultivation continent.

Their cultivation followed a crooked path. They paid no heed to karmic retribution, and after falling into demonic cultivation, they often devoured other cultivators' power to make it their own in order to increase their strength. If the power orthodox cultivators gained through cultivation was compared to water, then the body was the vessel holding that water. As the "water" increased, cultivators underwent tribulation and tempered their muscles and bodies, making themselves stronger and stronger until they could contain the spiritual energy within them.

But demonic cultivators were different. Their "water" came from others, while their own bodies had not been tempered at all. They simply could not contain such sudden power, which damaged them from the inside. Thus, demonic cultivators often needed to seize other people's bodies for their own use.

To prevent several demonic cultivators from setting their sights on the same body, they marked the bodies they fancied.

Demonic qi was the mark left on someone a demonic cultivator intended to possess.

Therefore, it was exceedingly difficult to resolve.

"Senior Brother, the demonic qi seems to have spread. I need to take off a little more of your clothing."

"...Mm."

The sky gradually darkened.

Night slowly descended. Silver moonlight streamed through the small cave entrance, its hazy glow falling over the black-clad and white-clad figures leaning close together, adding a touch of ambiguity and charm...

My ass.

Chu Zeming had actually believed Yue Lian's nonsense and let him treat his injuries.

He really had not done anything to him. He had merely enjoyed the view.

It had already been nearly four hours. At first, Chu Zeming thought Yue Lian had not finished dealing with it yet, but when he opened his eyes, he found the bastard staring fixedly at him, practically drooling!

Chu Zeming punched Yue Lian straight away, then dark-facedly dressed himself at once.

Yue Lian covered his eyes and wept bitterly. "Sorry, I got a little... distracted."

Chu Zeming shot Yue Lian a vicious glare, then turned his gaze toward the cave entrance again.

That thing that had followed him all the way from the Spirit Mirror Platform was still there.

He had lingered here for so long. He had thought it would leave on its own, but... it was still standing guard there?

Kicking aside Yue Lian, who was blocking the way, Chu Zeming walked toward the cave entrance.

Yue Lian had been sprawled on the ground, sobbing mournfully. Sensing Chu Zeming's movement, he instantly stopped his fake crying and looked over, then could not help being surprised.

Huh, there was actually a little tail following them?

Even he had not noticed it.

Rising to his feet and brushing the dust from his clothes, Yue Lian followed as well.

The moonlight seemed to ripple. Then, where Chu Zeming stood, a translucent little figure dressed in loose white clothes appeared. Judging from its appearance alone, its gender was impossible to discern. It sat there blankly, raising its head to look at the people surrounding it.

Squatting beside Chu Zeming, Yue Lian asked curiously, "What is this thing?"

Chu Zeming said, "...No idea."

Chu Zeming reached out and poked it.

Yet he could not touch it at all. The phantom shattered at the slightest touch.

Drawing back his hand, Chu Zeming asked in a low voice, "What are you? Why are you following me?"

"Master... Master..." The little figure in white stretched out its arms toward Chu Zeming, asking to be held.

Chu Zeming: "..."

Whose little darling was this, randomly recognizing someone as its master?

The little figure in white pounced at the crouching Chu Zeming. Without question, it pounced straight through him.

It stared blankly at its arms, which were embracing nothing but air, then raised its head and looked at Chu Zeming pitifully.

Yue Lian crouched forward and waved it away. "Go, go, go. Don't cling to my senior brother. Hurry up and leave."

Chu Zeming slapped Yue Lian aside, who was blocking him. "You're the one clinging to me. You're also the one who should leave."

After smacking Yue Lian aside, Chu Zeming stared solemnly at the strange creature and tentatively held out his hand. "Do you want to hug me?"

The little figure in white tilted its head and stared at Chu Zeming without speaking.

Chu Zeming added, "But I can't touch you."

The little figure in white smiled, opened its arms, and waved them hard—asking to be held.

Chu Zeming pondered for a while before extending both hands toward it.

Dragging its long hem and sleeves behind it, the little figure in white happily threw itself into Chu Zeming's arms.

Just as expected.

Chu Zeming still could not touch the little figure. The instant he made contact with it, it vanished on the spot.

Yue Lian looked around in surprise. "Where did the little thing go?"

Chu Zeming said nothing. His divine sense had suddenly formed a connection with something strange, while the Immortal Residence in his sea of consciousness let out dissatisfied buzzing sounds—as if accusing Chu Zeming of being a heartless scumbag. Why was he still not satisfied after already having it?

Chu Zeming fell silent.

After taking a moment to recover, Chu Zeming raised his head and looked at Yue Lian, who had taken the chance to lift his hem and paw at his collar while searching everywhere for the little figure in white. "Um... I think I just contracted something incredible."

Yue Lian stopped moving and looked at Chu Zeming.

Chu Zeming took a deep breath, then slowly extended his hand forward. In his palm were nine doors glowing with a soft white light. Sitting in the middle of those doors was the little figure in white from before.

Yue Lian poked the little figure. It angrily slapped away his finger, then opened its arms and hugged one of Chu Zeming's fingers, remaining motionless in satisfaction. Beside it, the nine doors silently drifted.

"The Spirit Mirror Platform..."

"What does it do?"

"I don't know either... Maybe I can cultivate anytime, anywhere?"

The two were staring at the little figure and studying it when a faint young dragon's cry suddenly pulled their thoughts back.

Chu Zeming closed his palm and looked toward the sound. Little Azure Dragon on Yue Lian's wrist was backing away in terror, while before it, Xiao Hei's four heads had somehow climbed onto Yue Lian's hand. It flicked out its tongues and slowly approached, all eight scarlet eyes bearing the same two words—want to eat.

Yue Lian lowered his head, grabbed Little Azure Dragon, and lectured it softly. "It's the future wife I found for you. What's wrong with letting it bite you a couple times? If you're this scared, how are you supposed to marry it?"

With that, he forcibly dragged Little Azure Dragon before Xiao Hei.

Little Azure Dragon was scared witless.

It looked up at Yue Lian. He was watching it with an encouraging expression. Little Azure Dragon closed its eyes, hardened its heart, and offered the tip of its tail to Xiao Hei.

All four mouths bit down at once.

Little Azure Dragon nearly went to the afterlife on the spot.

Yue Lian stroked its head. "That's one step toward success. It kissed you. A fierce wife is good; only a fierce wife brings prosperity to her husband."

Little Azure Dragon nodded with difficulty.

It felt that its master made sense.

Chu Zeming peeled Xiao Hei off Little Azure Dragon's tail. Hearing Yue Lian's words, he somehow felt personally targeted, so without another word, he beat Yue Lian up before finally stopping once he had vented his anger.

Yue Lian held Little Azure Dragon in his arms, his face bruised and swollen as he imparted his experience. "It's fine. Beating is affection, scolding is love..."

Chu Zeming: ...His fist hardened again.

The two rested in the cave for the night, then continued toward the Northern Wasteland the next day.

In the end, Chu Zeming did not drive Yue Lian away.

He even... rode Yue Lian's flying artifact.

Honestly, Yue Lian had been the first to chase after him when he left the sect. It would have been a lie to say he was not moved.

If Yue Lian had not been gay, Chu Zeming would have been willing to take him in as a little brother right then and there. In the future, they could share blessings and hardships, standing by each other with utter loyalty.

Or it would have been nice if he were a girl.

Sitting atop the huge, flying artifact shaped like a pitch-black brick, Chu Zeming looked once more at Yue Lian's face, beautiful as a flower and fair as jade, and felt heartbroken beyond recovery.

What a waste of heavenly treasures.

Utterly detestable.

Naturally, Yue Lian noticed Chu Zeming's gaze on his face. In high spirits, he pulled a palm-sized bronze mirror from his robes, then inspected himself while placing several cucumber slices on his face.

Chu Zeming said, "...What are you doing?"

Yue Lian answered naturally, "Taking care of my face."

Chu Zeming felt terrible all over.

Fuck.

What a sissy!

Just as he was about to retract his gaze, Chu Zeming felt something nudge his knee.

Looking down, he saw Little Azure Dragon, its tender pink dragon horns growing in. It held a piece of meat no larger than half a fingernail in its mouth, a small chunk missing from its tail, and was looking up at Xiao Hei ingratiatingly.

And Xiao Hei—its four heads lay at Chu Zeming's collar, all staring down at Little Azure Dragon in unison with utterly terrifying expressions, as if they wanted to skin it alive and eat it raw.

Chu Zeming: "..."

After a moment, Chu Zeming let it go.

Why the hell was he agonizing over this?

This Little Azure Dragon, like its master Yue Lian, was a lovesick idiot with brain damage.

Free food was free food.

Besides, it was dragon meat delivered right to his door.

He took the meat from Little Azure Dragon's tail and fed it directly to Xiao Hei. Then, too lazy to look at the sissy Yue Lian, Chu Zeming simply closed his eyes and meditated.

Though the brick was ugly, it flew extremely fast.

In only five or six days, the two arrived at the entrance to the Northern Wasteland Realm secret realm.

There was still over a month before the secret realm opened, but the place had already begun to bustle. The Northern Wasteland Realm, once thick with grass and dense with trees, where human traces had been scarce, now bore the sight of cultivators flying through the sky at every moment. Many were disciples of renowned sects and great schools, brought here by leaders for training. There were also a few lone Rogue Cultivators.

The moment Chu Zeming landed, he suddenly heard a delighted voice.

"Chu Zeming, is that you?"

Following the voice, Chu Zeming saw a young woman in pink, a jade flute tucked at her waist. A crowd still surrounded her. Besides several highly skilled personal servants, there were other Guiyuan Sect disciples.

Yan Xin—being the Guiyuan Sect master's daughter, she was clearly the center of attention, like stars circling the moon.

Parting the people blocking her way, Yan Xin jogged up to Chu Zeming and said with curved eyes, "I thought I would never see you again. I heard you've left the Nine-Clear Haoran Sect now. Can you come to our sect?"

Chu Zeming frowned. Looking at the little girl nearly two heads shorter than him, he refused without even thinking.

"No."

Yan Xin asked unhappily, "Why? You're alone now, without a sect to protect you. You could easily get hurt."

"Of course it's because Brother Ming and I will fly together as a pair, wandering the mortal world."

Only then did Yan Xin notice that beside Chu Zeming stood a woman she had overlooked. Her ink-black hair hung loose, a floral ornament adorned her forehead, and she was curvy in all the right places, especially eye-catching! Like a boneless snake, she leaned against Chu Zeming's chest and spoke in an affected voice...

Yan Xin stared at the two in shock. Yet before she could say anything, she saw that beautiful woman receive a solid beating.

Yan Xin: !!!

Chu Zeming was abusing his wife!

He had beaten the woman's face swollen!

Even her huge breasts had been knocked crooked!!!

And... they had fallen out?!!

Under Yan Xin's dumbstruck gaze, Yue Lian picked up a melon that had rolled onto the ground. Looking at the crack in it, he muttered to himself in distress, "It's all smashed now. How am I supposed to eat this..."

Chu Zeming withdrew his fist and said calmly, "Your breasts were too big. They exploded on their own."