Pretending to Be a Woman Again

Demonic cultivators, also known as evil cultivators.

Unlike foreign races such as the Devil Race, they were a particular kind of cultivator universally reviled across the cultivation continent.

Their cultivation followed crooked paths, with no regard for karmic retribution. After falling into demonic cultivation, they often devoured other cultivators' power to turn it into their own in order to increase their strength. If the power orthodox cultivators gained through cultivation were compared to water, then the body was the vessel holding that water. As the "water" increased, cultivators underwent tribulations and tempered their sinews and bodies, making themselves stronger and stronger until they could contain the spiritual energy within them.

Demonic cultivators, however, 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, resulting in internal damage to their physical bodies. Thus, demonic cultivators needed to frequently 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. Silvery moonlight shone through the small cave entrance, its hazy glow spilling over the black-clad and white-clad pair leaning close together, lending the scene a touch of ambiguity and tenderness...

Yeah, right.

Chu Zeming really fell for Yue Lian's nonsense and let him treat his injuries.

He had indeed not done anything to Chu Zeming. He had merely enjoyed the view.

Nearly four hours had passed. At first, Chu Zeming thought Yue Lian was not yet finished, but when he opened his eyes, he found the bastard staring at him so intently that drool was practically pouring from his mouth!

Chu Zeming promptly punched Yue Lian, then, his face dark, swiftly put his clothes back on.

Covering his eye, Yue Lian burst into tearful sobs. "Sorry, I got a little... a little lost in thought."

Chu Zeming shot Yue Lian a vicious glare before turning his gaze back toward the cave entrance.

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

He had stayed here for so long that he had thought it would leave on its own. Yet... it was still standing guard outside?

Kicking Yue Lian, who was blocking his path, aside, Chu Zeming headed toward the cave entrance.

Yue Lian had been lying on the ground, sorrowfully sobbing. The instant he noticed Chu Zeming move, his dry wailing stopped. He looked over, then could not help being briefly surprised.

Oh? There was actually a little tail following them?

Even he had not noticed it.

Getting up and brushing the dust from his clothes, Yue Lian followed after him.

The moonlight seemed to ripple. Then, where Chu Zeming stood, a translucent little figure in loose white robes appeared. Judging by its appearance alone, its gender could not be identified. It sat blankly in place, tilting its head up at the people gathered around it.

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

Chu Zeming said, "...I don't know."

Chu Zeming reached out and poked it.

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

Withdrawing his hand, Chu Zeming asked in a low voice, "What are you? Why have you been following me?"

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

Chu Zeming said, "..."

Whose little treasure was this, randomly recognizing people as its master?

The little figure in white pounced at the crouching Chu Zeming and, unsurprisingly, passed straight through him.

It looked blankly at its arms, which had opened wide only to embrace empty air. Then it raised its head and looked at Chu Zeming with grievance in its eyes.

Yue Lian crouched in front of it and waved it away. "Go, go, go. Stop clinging to my senior brother. Hurry up and leave."

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

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

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

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

The little figure in white smiled and spread its arms, waving them hard—wanting a hug.

Chu Zeming pondered for a moment, then extended both arms toward it.

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

Just as expected.

Chu Zeming still could not touch the little figure. The moment he came into contact with it, it vanished right where it stood.

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

Chu Zeming did not speak. His divine sense had suddenly formed a connection with something strange, and the Immortal Residence within his sea of consciousness emitted dissatisfied buzzing sounds—as though it were accusing Chu Zeming of being a scumbag. He already had it, so why did he still not know how to be content?

Chu Zeming fell silent.

After taking a moment to recover, Chu Zeming looked up at Yue Lian, who had taken the chance to lift his hem, tug at his collar, and search 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 stood nine doors radiating a faint white glow, and seated squarely in the middle of them 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 contentment. Nine doors silently circled at its side.

"The Spirit Mirror Platform..."

"What is it for?"

"I don't know either... Maybe it lets me cultivate anytime, anywhere?"

The two were studying the little figure when an extremely faint infant dragon's cry suddenly pulled them back to their senses.

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

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

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

The Little Azure Dragon was scared senseless.

It looked up at Yue Lian, who was gazing at it with an encouraging expression. The 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.

The Little Azure Dragon nearly died on the spot.

Yue Lian patted its head. "You've taken one successful step. It kissed you. A fierce wife is good—only a fierce wife can bring prosperity to her husband."

The Little Azure Dragon nodded with difficulty.

It felt that its master made sense.

Chu Zeming peeled Xiao Hei off the Little Azure Dragon's tail. Hearing Yue Lian's words, he somehow felt indirectly insulted, so without another word, he beat Yue Lian up. Only after venting his anger did he stop.

Holding the Little Azure Dragon, Yue Lian taught it from behind a bruised and swollen face, "It's okay. Beating is affection, scolding is love..."

Chu Zeming: ...His fist hardened again.

The two rested in the cave for the night and continued toward the Northern Wastes the next day.

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

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

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

If he were not gay, Chu Zeming would have been willing to take him in as a little brother on the spot. From then on, they would share blessings and hardships alike, loyal to each other unto death.

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

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

What a waste of heaven's gifts.

Truly infuriating.

Yue Lian naturally noticed Chu Zeming's gaze on his face. In high spirits, he took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from his robes and, while looking into it, placed several slices of cucumber over 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 withdraw his gaze, Chu Zeming felt something nudge his knee.

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

As for Xiao Hei—its four heads were draped over Chu Zeming's collar, all staring down at the Little Azure Dragon below. Their gazes were utterly terrifying, as though they wished to eat it alive and tear it limb from limb.

Chu Zeming said, "..."

After a moment, Chu Zeming got over it.

Why the fuck was he hesitating?

This Little Azure Dragon, just like its master Yue Lian, was a hopeless romantic idiot.

Might as well eat it if it was offering itself.

What was more, it was dragon meat delivered right to his door.

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

The brick might have been ugly, but it flew very quickly.

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

There was still more than a month before the secret realm opened, but the place had already begun to bustle with activity. The Northern Wastes Realm, once dense with grass and trees and rarely visited by people, now constantly showed traces of cultivators flying through the skies. Many were disciples of renowned sects, brought here by leaders specifically for training, while a small number were 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 girl in pink, a jade flute tucked at her waist. A group still surrounded her. Aside from several highly skilled personal servants, there were also other disciples of the Guiyuan Sect.

Yan Xin—as the daughter of the Guiyuan Sect's sect master, she was clearly treated like the moon surrounded by stars.

Parting the people blocking her way, Yan Xin jogged over to Chu Zeming. Her eyes curved as she said, "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 who was nearly two heads shorter than him, he refused without a second thought.

"No."

Yan Xin asked unhappily, "Why? You're alone now, without a sect's protection. It'll be easy for you to get hurt."

"Of course it's because Brother Ming is going to fly together with me as a devoted pair, wandering the mortal world."

Only then did Yan Xin notice that beside Chu Zeming stood a woman she had overlooked. With ink-black hair hanging loose, a flower-shaped forehead ornament, and a figure curving in all the right places, she was especially eye-catching! Like a boneless snake, she leaned against Chu Zeming's chest and spoke with a coquettish, affected expression...

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

Yan Xin:!!!

Chu Zeming abused his wife!

He beat the woman's face swollen!

Even her huge breasts had been knocked crooked!!!

And... and they fell out?!!

Under Yan Xin's dumbfounded gaze, Yue Lian picked up a melon that had rolled onto the ground. Looking at the crack in it, he muttered sorrowfully to himself, "It's all broken 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."