Volume 1, Chapter 31 – This Time, I Choose to Feminize Myself

Huang Qi’s entire body turned ice-cold, as if he had fallen into a frozen abyss. His legs stiffened, refusing to move.

‘What do I do? What do I do?’

His mind blanked, his lips twitching from sheer tension. He didn’t dare look back, yet he could feel the weight of Miao Xiang’s gaze piercing through him like needles.

“Wait—!”

A desperate idea struck. Forcing calm into his voice, he turned around.

“Senior Sister, I… I was in seclusion for so long! Without exercise, of course I’d gain some weight!”

“Oh?”

Miao Xiang’s lips curled into a knowing smile, her eyes sharpening. “How strange. Most people lose weight in seclusion—fasting, meditating. Yet you, Junior Sister, somehow gained weight? Were you cultivating… culinary arts instead?”

“Huh?!”

Huang Qi’s mind short-circuited. But he couldn’t afford to falter now.

“W-well… not exactly. But I figured eating well gives me energy to cultivate, right? Don’t you agree, Senior Sister?”

“Hmm. Logical. Maybe my past seclusions failed because I didn’t eat enough.”

She tapped her chin thoughtfully—then her tone shifted. “But Junior Sister, you’re Honghua Sect’s pride. If your figure slips, you disgrace the entire sect.”

“Your criticism is noted. I’ll be more careful.”

Huang Qi brushed her off and hurried away, his senses hyper-focused behind him, waiting for her to strike.

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Only after rounding a corner—confirming she wasn’t following—did he exhale shakily. He needed to leave this deathtrap immediately.

But after two steps, he froze.

“Wait. Miao Xiang isn’t the only one hunting me. The west gate is far—what if another fairy catches me mid-route? They won’t be as gullible as her.”

His heart lurched. Every step forward now felt like a gamble.

“Do I risk the escape, or find another way?”

The dilemma paralyzed him—but only briefly.

“No. Caution saves lives. Charging out blindly is suicide.”

“Then what? Hide? For how long? A day? A lifetime?”

He felt trapped, every path a dead end.

“Sigh. If only my waist were slimmer… maybe I could fool them.”

A ludicrous thought struck him: What if the feminization mask worked faster?

The idea stung his pride—but a living coward beat a dead hero.

“All that cultivation effort—wasted! If I’d just let the mask do its thing, my waist would’ve slimmed naturally by now. I played myself.”

He nearly slapped himself.

“If only I could sleep. One more dream, and my waist might shrink.”

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The irony wasn’t lost on him. The very sleep he’d once dreaded now seemed like salvation.

“But I’m at the second layer of the Spirit Gathering Realm. I’m too energized to sleep!”

He assessed his condition: alert, vigorous, strong enough to punch out a bull. Sleep? Impossible.

“Damn that Constable Wang! His knockout drug was fake—no side effects at all! If I’d just felt drowsy afterward…”

His anger flared—though he knew better. That drug had nearly doomed him. Without desperate resistance, he’d have been at those officers’ mercy.

“Wait. The drug—I still have some!”

His hand flew to his chest. His fingers brushed the packet, and his eyes lit up.

“Idiot! With this, sleeping’s easy!”

Smacking his forehead, he strode into a nearby inn. Time for a forced nap.

This time, he’d embrace feminization—voluntarily.

“This is survival. Not… not because I want to be a girl.”

Self-hypnosis complete, he booked a room and requested a bowl of water.

Inside, he bolted the door and windows, then dumped the drug into his mouth without hesitation. Failure wasn’t an option. Over-feminization? A risk he’d take.

“Poetic justice. I stole this to drug others—now it’s my turn. Karma’s a bitch.”

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Bitter laughter escaped him as he lay down, fully dressed.

“Will drugged sleep bring dreams? How’s it different from normal sleep?”

His mind wandered—he’d never been chemically unconscious before.

Gradually, heaviness seeped into his limbs. He surrendered to it, darkness swallowing him whole.

And then—success.

The dream began.

When Huang Qi’s vision cleared, he was once again little Cheng Hongling, seated in a classroom, learning characters from a tutor.

Relief flooded him. His theory was right.

Calmer now, he immersed himself in the scene. The children’s chanting reminded him of his own school days—identical, save for one detail:

This body was a girl’s.

An adorable girl’s.

Her cuteness drew constant attention—a novel experience for Huang Qi, who’d been an unremarkable boy.

After class, Jiang Linian whisked her daughter away immediately. Even in a female-dominated sect, such beauty invited trouble.

At home, Jiang Linian produced the “Clarity Comb”—a gift from Xu Mei—and began gently brushing her daughter’s hair.

“Early spiritual awakening means early cultivation. Only as a cultivator can she protect herself.”

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As the comb glided through her hair, Huang Qi—through Cheng Hongling’s body—felt a cooling clarity wash over him. Fatigue vanished; his mind sharpened.

“This… this is real.”

Astonishment gripped him. Early dreams had been blurry, disjointed. Now, every sensation was vivid. Like another world.

“Miao Xiang exists. Then… is this dream reality?”

The implications stunned him.

“If it’s real, obtaining this comb could neutralize the feminization mask!”

The revelation was a lightning strike. A path forward crystallized.

“I need to get to Honghua Sect. Fast.”

Two goals:

Steal Cheng Hongling’s identification plaque—to complete the marriage registration.

Secure the Clarity Comb—to counter the mask’s effects.

The second was urgent. At his cultivation level, he could only stay awake for seven days.

Six left to save his masculinity.

Assuming this round of feminization didn’t go too far.