Volume 1, Chapter 75 – No, the Feminization Continues (Part 1)

Qi Huang’s heart jolted in alarm. The moment her divine sense left her body, her hand was seized by the other party and brutally twisted behind her back.

“Agh—!”

A searing pain shot through her arm as if it had been snapped in half. Before she could even process the agony, her other arm was likewise wrenched behind her, sending darkness flooding her vision. She nearly blacked out from the pain.

Cheng Hongling effortlessly gripped Qi Huang’s slender wrists with one hand and shoved her forward with a casual flick.

Qi Huang felt an unstoppable force propel her, sending her sprawling face-first onto the bed.

Cheng Hongling stepped forward, slipping off her embroidered shoes before lifting one flawless jade-like leg and planting it firmly on Qi Huang’s back. Her foot was delicate and exquisite, its skin as pale and smooth as fine cream. Her ten toes were like plump, tender doll’s fingers, the crimson-painted nails exuding a bewitching allure.

“Y-You… what are you doing?” Qi Huang stammered, her voice trembling with fear.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to know how to establish a Soul Tether? I’ll show you—practically.”

Cheng Hongling looked down at her with a faint smirk, her delicate fingers twirling slightly as water-based qi surged from her palm, condensing into a foot-long icy ruler. She tapped it lightly against her hand, resembling a strict schoolmistress preparing to discipline a wayward student.

“A Soul Tether is formed through emotional resonance. And the only way to create that resonance between us is through physical stimulation. The five human senses are sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch. Let’s start with your sense of touch, shall we?”

Her words were unhurried, but the moment she finished speaking, the ruler in her hand came down hard—right on the plump curve of Qi Huang’s rear, barely concealed beneath the thin fabric of her skirt.

SMACK!

A crisp sound rang out.

Qi Huang’s body jerked as a sharp, stinging pain exploded across her backside. A pitiful whimper escaped her lips before she buried her face into the fragrant bedsheets.

“Strange… Why didn’t it work? When I pinched her chin earlier, I definitely felt a twinge of pain.”

Cheng Hongling frowned slightly, carefully assessing her own sensations. Yet, no matter how she focused, her own backside remained numb.

“Was I too gentle?”

Muttering to herself, she raised the ruler and brought it down again—this time with far greater force.

CRACK!

The impact was so violent that the fabric of Qi Huang’s skirt split open, revealing a glimpse of pale skin beneath—now rapidly darkening into an ugly purple bruise.

“AAAH!”

Qi Huang’s head shot up as she screamed in agony. She tried to struggle, but the petite foot pressing down on her back felt as heavy as a mountain, leaving her completely immobilized.

“Still nothing… Maybe I haven’t hit her enough?”

With that thought, Cheng Hongling struck again.

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“AHH—!”

Qi Huang’s tears finally overflowed, streaming down her cheeks like broken beads. But as always—she wasn’t crying. Her eyes were just leaking.

“Little Ling, what are you doing?!”

At that moment, Jiang Linian appeared at the doorway, her eyes widening at the sight of her daughter pinning “herself” beneath her foot.

“Nothing much. She was being disobedient, so I disciplined her a little.”

Cheng Hongling waved it off dismissively.

“But didn’t you say she’s you?” Jiang Linian asked, confused.

“Exactly. I was being disobedient, so I punished myself. You can pretend you didn’t see anything.”

Jiang Linian was left utterly baffled, frozen in place, unsure how to react.

“Mother! Save me!”

Qi Huang wailed, snot and tears mixing as she begged for mercy. Her backside was on fire—a few more strikes and it would be shattered. At this point, dignity was the last thing on her mind.

Jiang Linian clenched her teeth and finally stepped forward, pulling her daughter away before helping Qi Huang up.

“I don’t care if she’s you or not—you can’t keep hitting her like this!”

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Qi Huang immediately buried herself in her newfound mother’s embrace.

“Heh. Found yourself a protector, huh?”

Cheng Hongling’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as they narrowed dangerously.

Qi Huang shuddered and burrowed deeper into Jiang Linian’s arms.

‘What kind of fairy was this? She was a demoness in disguise!’

“Come, let’s go. If we stay, she’ll just bully you again.”

Jiang Linian’s heart softened. She couldn’t bear to watch this “self-harm” any longer, so she quickly helped Qi Huang to her feet.

Qi Huang felt as if she’d been granted amnesty, hastily following her borrowed mother to escape this den of suffering.

“Mother can protect you for now, but not forever. Remember what I said about the five senses—I’ll test every single one on you until I find that resonance.”

Cheng Hongling’s “kind” reminder sent a chill down Qi Huang’s spine.

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As she followed Jiang Linian out, Qi Huang realized her backside wasn’t just burning—it also felt oddly cold. Reaching back, she discovered that the witch had split her skirt open with those strikes.

“Oh dear, she’s torn your dress. Let me get you a new one.”

Jiang Linian noticed the damage and immediately turned back into her daughter’s room—without so much as asking for permission. She rummaged through the wardrobe with an air of authority before pulling out a fresh skirt and sternly warning Cheng Hongling.

“Don’t you dare bully her again!”

‘Wait… Shouldn’t I be your actual daughter? She’s just a mere doppelgänger!’

Cheng Hongling tilted her head, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. Something about this felt… off.

Jiang Linian led Qi Huang upstairs to a small wooden room on the second floor.

“Stop crying now. Tell me, what’s really going on between you two? She says you’re her doppelgänger, yet also says you’re her. I don’t understand what a ‘doppelgänger’ is, but I can feel that you’re my daughter.”

Gently, Jiang Linian wiped away the tears from her newly acquired little daughter’s face.

“A doppelgänger… You can think of me as a piece of flesh that fell off her body and grew into this form.”

After a long pause, Qi Huang wiped her tears and did her best to explain.

“So… you’re her daughter?!” Jiang Linian gasped.

“No, no! I said fell off, not gave birth to!”

Qi Huang nearly choked on her frustration. In the end, she gave a detailed account of the situation—though she carefully omitted her original identity.

“Ah, I see! So you really are the same person. But to avoid confusion, why don’t you be my little daughter from now on?”

Finally, Jiang Linian seemed to grasp the situation.

“Mhm!”

Qi Huang was overjoyed, nodding so hard that fresh tears spilled out—this time, they were real.

“There, there. Let’s get you changed.”

Jiang Linian’s expression softened with doting affection as she began undressing Qi Huang.

Obediently, Qi Huang allowed her to remove the ruined dress. After spending so much time with this mother in her dreams, her subconscious had long grown accustomed to it.

“What’s this?”

Jiang Linian picked up a strange seed that had fallen out.

“Oh, just a fruit seed. I’ve been meaning to plant it.”

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Qi Huang brushed it off casually, though she herself had no idea what it really was.

“Well, there’s a plot of land outside that the Honghua Sect allotted to us. I’ve planted some vegetables, but with all the Yin energy these days and the lack of sunlight, most don’t survive—and those that do grow very slowly.”

Jiang Linian sighed before adding worriedly, “I’m not sure what kind of seed this is. If it thrives in shade, fine. But if it needs sun, it probably won’t make it.”

Her words struck a chord with Qi Huang. Right—how could she plant something when she didn’t even know what it was?

‘I’ll have to research this first. Only after figuring out its origins can I plant it properly.’

As she pondered, her mother finished undressing her.

“Good heavens, she’s bruised your bottom so badly! Let me get some ointment.”

Jiang Linian’s heart ached at the sight before hurrying downstairs to fetch medicine.

Soon after, with her mother’s help, Qi Huang was properly medicated and dressed in fresh clothes.

“You’ll be staying here from now on, right?”

Jiang Linian asked without thinking.

Qi Huang froze, unsure how to answer. After a long silence, she finally mumbled, “She won’t let me leave.”

“Oh, how silly of me! Where else would you stay?”

Realizing her blunder, Jiang Linian quickly corrected herself. “This room’s been empty all this time. You’ll live here from now on—I’ll prepare everything you need.”

“Thank you, Mother!”

Qi Huang bowed her head gratefully. Since her core consciousness was still Huang Qi’s, she didn’t take this kindness for granted.

The two chatted for a long time, and Qi Huang gradually basked in the warmth of family. For a moment, she even thought staying here wouldn’t be so bad—if only her real family back in Huatian Village weren’t still in danger.

Before long, Cheng Hongling—having finally lost patience—stormed in.

Qi Huang flinched and immediately hid behind Jiang Linian.

“Do you have nothing better to do? Instead of wasting time, you should be cultivating! Or have you forgotten our lives are tied together now? If I die as bait, you die too.”

Cheng Hongling’s voice was icy.

“Then… can you give me the Tongming Comb? My cultivation is too weak, and I still need it.”

Mustering her courage, Qi Huang made her request.

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Cheng Hongling exhaled in exasperation but ultimately handed the comb over.

Qi Huang clutched it tightly, relief washing over her. With this and that strange seed, she was confident she could surpass her limits. Her master had once said that with sufficiently powerful divine sense, one could wield it as an offensive tool—leaving enemies defenseless.

Of course, Qi Huang could also choose to cultivate water-based true qi, but that was only a backup plan. Now that the truth was out, she understood why her previous cultivation had progressed so smoothly—it was all thanks to the residual water spiritual energy in Cheng Hongling’s Human Skin Mask.

Qi Huang was ambitious. She knew time was running out—if she followed conventional cultivation methods, death was inevitable. So she resolved to take an unorthodox path: prioritizing divine sense enhancement above all else.

“Since you’re staying, here are my rules: First, you don’t leave this house without my permission. Second, you don’t get too close to my senior sisters. Understood?”

Cheng Hongling’s warning brooked no argument.

“Mhm!”

Qi Huang nodded hastily. Though unhappy, she knew she lacked the leverage to negotiate. For now, she’d have to endure being “kept in a golden cage”.

That night, exhausted from the day’s events—especially after using divine sense to manipulate objects—Qi Huang collapsed into bed, her mind utterly drained.

Now that she’d fully embraced her feminized form, she no longer resisted natural sleep. Her consciousness quickly faded.

And once again, she dreamed.

A towering mountain, its peak seemingly cleaved off by a single sword stroke, had been transformed into a vast plaza. Countless flags bearing the characters “Evergreen” fluttered in the wind as tens of thousands of people crowded the space.

When Qi Huang regained awareness, she was among them. At the center of the plaza stood an elevated dueling platform, where two figures were already locked in fierce combat.

‘So it’s the Evergreen Conference again… But judging by the scale, this isn’t the provincial-level event from last time.’

Her gaze fixed on the fighters. Their qi surged visibly, their techniques dazzling—clearly, these were prodigies of the Unity Realm.

“Little Ling, you’ve already reached the 60th rank! That’s more than enough to obtain Pink Bamboo Water. Your next opponent is the top disciple of the Golden Flow Sect—you stand no chance. For your own safety, concede.”

Xu Mei turned to her with concern.

“So this is the national-level Evergreen Conference.”

Qi Huang’s expression grew solemn.

“No. I’m only two matches away from the top twenty. I have to try. If I can get the Golden Fate Flower seeds, all our problems will be solved.”

The body—Cheng Hongling’s—responded with unwavering resolve.