Volume 11, Chapter 723 – Fairy Hongling, Are You About to Turn Evil?

Ai Xing was neither a cultivator nor a powerful warrior. With her own two feet, trying to travel from the northern edges of the continent to the Honghua Sect would be an impossible task in her lifetime. And that was only considering the journey itself, there was also the matter of safety. The Yin-Yang Eyes concerned the very future of the Severed Immortal Sect.

For these reasons, the Sect Leader of the Severed Immortal Sect would never allow Ai Xing to go alone. Thus, he assigned a powerful Protector within the sect to accompany her.

That Protector’s surname was Feng. His cultivation had already reached the peak of the Legendary Realm among warriors, equivalent to the ninth layer of the Divine Realm for cultivators. At his speed, it would take him only half a month to escort Ai Xing to the Honghua Sect.

Meanwhile, Qi Huang was already forced into a desperate situation by the feminization force. She stayed indoors every day, doing nothing but eating and sleeping. To others, she looked no different from a piglet kept in a pen. Though she felt a bit embarrassed, she had no other choice. Once she was completely assimilated, it would mean certain death, she would not even have the chance to become a woman.

Cheng Hongling was also keeping a careful eye on Qi Huang, almost like a responsible mother. She knew that if her doppelgänger was completely assimilated, it would spell a tremendous disaster for her as well.

Night descended, charming and quiet. In Cheng Hongling’s boudoir, she sat before her dressing table, applying her makeup.

At this moment, Cheng Hongling’s lips burned red like fire, her delicate face faintly flushed. The violet eyeshadow made her eyes seductively enchanting. She wore a thin white gauze nightdress. The bright lamplight easily penetrated the fabric, making the blood-red embroidered undergarment beneath faintly visible. It further shrouded her fair skin with a radiant glow, and her long, slender legs were clearly outlined.

Qi Huang happened to enter the room at this very scene. If it had been before, she would have had a nosebleed instantly. But now, as her feminization deepened, her resistance had grown. Calmly, she asked, “You wanted me?”

“Am I beautiful?”

Cheng Hongling turned her head with a half-smile, half-smirk. The makeup had added a mature allure to her temperament; every smile and movement overflowed with charm. She seemed less like a peerless fairy now and more like a peerless enchantress.

Only then did Qi Huang notice that her main body had applied heavy makeup today. The transformation in her aura was earth-shattering. That strange new sensation made her heart pound uncontrollably.

“B-beautiful… beautiful…”

Qi Huang stammered.

Cheng Hongling elegantly crossed her legs. A fleeting glimpse of her spring scenery appeared beneath her skirt. Yet she was not stingy, she lifted her hem higher, baring one smooth leg, then whispered, “Since you think so, come and wash my feet.”

Qi Huang looked at that leg. The thigh was full and sensual, the calf slender and refined. Her jade foot could fit neatly within one hand, her skin as smooth as a peeled egg. The five toes were like delicately carved gems, pink and flawless like those of a baby. What made it even more provocative was that her nails had been painted a vivid red, dazzling and dangerous, as though dipped in blood.

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Qi Huang stared like a fool, her gaze dazed. She glanced around, then asked in confusion, “There’s no water? I’ll fetch some.”

“No need. Use your saliva.”

Cheng Hongling’s beautiful eyes rippled like autumn waves.

BOOM…!

Qi Huang’s mind exploded. She lost all rationality, crouched down, and clutched her main body’s leg, biting at it wildly. Her expression showed more relish than when gnawing on a free-range chicken drumstick.

Cheng Hongling’s body trembled, her breathing grew heavier, and discomfort flickered across her face. Still, she forced herself to endure. This was the only way to save her doppelgänger.

As time passed, Cheng Hongling gradually adapted to the tingling sensation. Her beautiful face blushed crimson, and fine sweat beaded on her forehead.

Suddenly, Qi Huang stood up and stepped back reluctantly.

“W-what’s wrong?”

Cheng Hongling’s eyes glittered with sultry allure as she asked.

“I can’t do this!”

Qi Huang gasped.

“Why not?”

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“Because I’m a man. And now, looking like this… If I can’t take responsibility, I can’t ruin your reputation.”

Qi Huang explained earnestly. If it had been before, she would not have been so clear-headed. But now, as the feminization deepened, she was increasingly difficult to control by mere desire, becoming more like a real woman.

“Heh, when did you become so rational?”

Cheng Hongling mocked. Then, boldly, she undid her nightdress, fully revealing her graceful figure. “Are you sure you don’t want to help me? My body is still waiting for you to wash it.”

Qi Huang swallowed hard, but in the end, she turned and left, full of reluctance. Threatened daily by assimilation, she was already living on borrowed time. She could not let herself tarnish another’s name.

“Is my charm lacking?”

Cheng Hongling looked at her doppelgänger’s retreating figure, a self-deprecating smile tugging at her lips.

Pulling her nightdress back in place, bitterness flickered faintly in her eyes. She knew that as assimilation deepened, her doppelgänger would gradually become like a normal woman. Her “seduction” would only grow less effective. This vicious cycle meant her doppelgänger would soon fall completely into feminization. She had to prepare another path.

The next day, Cheng Hongling traveled south. Soon, she reached the central region of the Pingshan Mass Burial Ground and met its master, Zhen Feiyan.

Zhen Feiyan, wary of Qi Huang’s strength, received Cheng Hongling politely.

“For Fairy Hongling to grace this filthy place today, it truly makes my humble abode shine with brilliance,” Zhen Feiyan said sarcastically.

“As long as you don’t harm others, this place cannot be called filthy.”

Cheng Hongling assessed calmly.

“Fairy Hongling is quite open-minded, unlike certain cultivators who blindly cling to the Immortal Alliance’s dogma of good and evil, judging people solely by their affiliations.”

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Zhen Feiyan flattered casually.

“You know my background. If I had been like other cultivators, blindly believing in the Immortal Alliance, I would’ve died ten thousand times already.”

Cheng Hongling smiled with self-mockery.

A glimmer of appreciation finally surfaced on Zhen Feiyan’s face. “They say one doesn’t climb the Three Treasures Hall without reason. May I ask what brings Fairy Hongling here?”

“Nothing much. I just want to consult you on something regarding the ghost race.”

Cheng Hongling’s expression remained calm.

“As a disciple of the Honghua Sect, you must have been dealing with fiends since childhood. What could you not already know of us ghosts?”

Zhen Feiyan asked curiously.

“I know what should be known. I merely want confirmation.”

Cheng Hongling explained briefly.

“Then ask. I won’t hide what I can share.”

Zhen Feiyan agreed readily, after all, she still needed Qi Huang’s help for her revenge.

“To my knowledge, for someone to become a ghost after death, two conditions are required: resentment and Yin energy, correct?”

Cheng Hongling asked first.

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“Of course. That’s common knowledge across the cultivation world.”

Zhen Feiyan confirmed.

“Then, what if a person’s resentment is insufficient to become a fiend?”

Cheng Hongling pressed further.

“That’s simple. If resentment is lacking, then increase the Yin energy. As long as the two together reach a critical threshold, they can transform into a ghost.”

Zhen Feiyan explained.

“Then does Miss Zhen possess any treasure that can emit enough Yin energy to guarantee someone becomes a ghost under any circumstances, whether a zombie or a malignant ghost?”

Cheng Hongling asked with interest.

“As a flying corpse, I can just knock off a piece of bone from my body. That alone can turn a corpse, or even a living person, into a zombie under any circumstances. No treasure required. Why do you ask this?”

Zhen Feiyan replied, puzzled.

“What I’m doing doesn’t concern you.”

Cheng Hongling brushed it aside, then drew a bottle from her spatial ring and handed it over. “This is a bottle of Heaven-Deceiving Water. I want to trade it for one of your bones.”

“What?”

Zhen Feiyan froze, stunned. After a moment’s hesitation, she probed cautiously: “Fairy Hongling… have you suffered some blow and decided to turn evil? Do you intend to use my bone to harm people? That’s unnecessary. Just tell me who you want turned into a zombie. I’ll do it immediately. Knocking off a bone is very painful.”