The World Is So Gentle (Revised)

March 20th, morning.

He had dreamed again.

In the dream, he seemed to have become a weak, helpless young girl, chased through a pitch-black wilderness by wild beasts. He kept running and running, running and running, until he woke up.

Though the dream had left him exhausted, Ren Suo was unaffected. He quickly pulled himself together.

He applied hair wax and styled his hair to look more mature, buffed his nails, drew on eyeliner, trimmed his stubble, curled his eyelashes, and applied sunscreen. Ren Suo expertly made himself look as delectable as possible.

Since he sometimes needed to dress as a woman, Ren Suo had bought all these cosmetics and tools. Though he had no use for some of the makeup, quite a few items could be used by men as well.

It would be nice if the Spell Network could release a "One-Click Beauty Filter" spell someday. Even if cultivators became better-looking over time, they still had to handle the details themselves.

Women dressed for those who pleased them, and men were no different. The old Ren Suo had been the sort of man who did not even need facial cleanser, who would wildly scrub his face with a rough towel while showering. It was only because his skin was thick that he had not scrubbed his face into a lunar crater.

Still, that was normal. The old Ren Suo had not needed to make himself look sweet and tempting. He spent all day holed up in his dormitory—was he supposed to dress up for his roommates? That would have been far too dangerous.

After becoming a cultivator, the old Ren Suo had grown even more brazen. He thought he was getting more handsome by the day, so naturally he had needed even less grooming. He had dared to