Chapter 295: Yuan Zichu

Deceiving him into believing it was real—that was enough. 

Su Mu smiled faintly, fully aware of what this meant, because she herself had gone through a similar struggle, and she certainly didn’t have a gender-swapping treasure like Tang Nai’s in her hands.

With a serious expression, Su Mu produced a worn notebook with an ancient-looking cover and stuffed it into Wu Zigi’s hands.

“Is that so? Good. I acknowledge your resolve.”

The notebook was hastily stitched together with thread; its cover bore four perfunctory words—”Sunflower Manual.”

“This book is the only supreme martial art of Flower Full Tower that a man can practice. But even so, given your physical condition, you must not rush. Proceed step by step. Do not turn to the next page until you have thoroughly mastered the previous one.”

In truth, aside from the famously well-known first page, Su Mu didn’t remember a single thing from the rest, so it was completely blank. 

But that didn’t matter—Wu Zigi would fill in the gaps with his imagination, conjuring a peerless technique. 

Until he figured it out, nothing would appear on the later pages.

At this point, she had to praise the benefits of the Dream World. 

The so-called “wish fulfillment” could be perfectly realized here, and martial arts manuals were no exception. 

As long as Wu Zigi firmly believed this was a supreme art and visualized the subsequent content in his mind, the text would correspondingly manifest.

Even if Wu Zigi, out of curiosity, flipped ahead, he wouldn’t notice anything wrong, because he would mistake it for some kind of “safety lock” to prevent premature imagining. 

But just giving him an empty promise wasn’t enough. 

Su Mu needed to lead by example, so he could follow suit.

“Next, I’ll take you to meet the senior and junior sisters inside Flower Full Tower.” She then threw Wu Zigi into a place swarming with Flower Full Tower disciples. 

“Although you’re at least a second-rate martial artist, the threshold to even meet Qing Tuo inside Flower Full Tower is second-rate. If you refuse to comply, they’ll be tasked with teaching you—that’s most appropriate.”

Even letting him get beaten up wouldn’t be bad; at least it would broaden his horizons.

Regardless, Su Mu decided to plant this seed now. 

Who knew when it might come in handy?

‘A small fry… I’ll keep observing.’

Logically, to gain her mother’s approval, Su Mu should go to the marketplace to observe the lives of commoners—learn to steam buns, become a tailor, and do that for decades before maybe being acknowledged. 

But how would that actually win her mother’s recognition?

Poison the buns, feed them to all the enemies in advance, knock them all out, and then win?

If she did that, her mother would definitely chase her with a sword.

She had to both win the martial arts tournament and appear “ordinary.” 

Su Mu’s head ached.

‘Maybe Tang Yin’s idea was right—forge a firearm and just shoot through the whole thing…’

Lost in thought, Su Mu had already brought Wu Zigi to the Flower Full Tower headquarters. 

But the moment he saw the flock of beauties at the entrance, Wu Zigi felt a surge of retreat.

After a moment of hesitation, he decided to flip open the first page of the Flower Full Tower supreme art to steady his martial heart. 

The result…

“To master this technique, one must first castrate oneself!”

“Clang!”

It was as if a great bell had tolled in his chest, leaving him speechless for a long time. 

He just stood there numbly, clutching the manual, looking up at the plaque of Flower Full Tower, feeling a chill below his waist.

“Chief, what exactly is this self-castration…”

Seeing Wu Zigi’s pained expression, Su Mu furrowed her delicate brows. 

She felt this was indeed too cruel. 

So she waved her small hand, summoning countless thin threads from behind her, and approached the trembling Wu Zigi with a sly smile.

“Don’t worry about that. Once I make some minor adjustments to your bones and tendons, it’ll be fine. Get ready, okay? When you open your eyes again, you’ll be a cute girl.”

Su Mu’s figure was so petite, but at that moment, she seemed like a terrifying demonic shadow, slowly engulfing Wu Zigi, freezing him with fear.

“Forgive me, Father and Mother. Although one’s body, hair, and skin are received from one’s parents and must not be damaged, I have been away for years solely to achieve fame and glory. Once I pass this hurdle, I will change my name and never bring shame upon you two…”

The threads writhed like water snakes, then surged forward the moment Wu Zigi closed his eyes, wrapping him tightly. 

After a moment, the threads scattered, and what appeared before the crowd was no longer the burly man.

Before them stood a beauty: a delicate face with slender eyebrows, an elegant and graceful figure, moving with a lotus-like gait. 

Her long black hair cascaded down to her lower back, completely devoid of any rough mannerisms.

Su Mu hadn’t intended to transform him into any particular form—she simply let the threads do their work. 

But when the veil lifted and that handsome face came into view, she was stunned.

“T-T-T… Tang Yuan!”

Indeed, standing before Su Mu was none other than the deeply persecuted beauty streamer, dear Miss Tang Yuan. 

At that moment, Su Mu raised her head blankly, staring at the ceiling, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

‘Tang Nai, was this also part of your calculation?’

It was just too bizarre. 

She had casually messed with a second-rate martial artist, and it turned out to be the very Tang Yuan she had scared half to death not long ago. 

The coincidence was uncanny and the name didn’t match at all—it was clearly a man’s name… 

Flower Full Tower was actually composed of witches. 

Tang Yuan had joined them in reality because of her, and in the Dream World, she still couldn’t escape this fate. 

Truly astonishing.

Wu Zigi bowed repeatedly to Su Mu. 

His voice had become very delicate, soft as the gentle Jiangnan dialect, but Su Mu hadn’t completely changed his biological sex.

“Thank you, Chief.”

Su Mu had completed most of the transformation, enough that he wouldn’t be treated differently in Flower Full Tower, but she had preserved a part of him so that everyone would know he was still a cross-dresser.

“Speaking of which, is Tang Yuan actually a cross-dresser in reality too?”

Su Mu let her mind wander for a moment, then shook off those thoughts and pushed Wu Zigi inside.

“I have things to do. Go find the senior sisters and play with them. If they ask, tell them it was my idea.”

As she spoke, Su Mu left a thin thread on Wu Zigi as a monitoring tool, then quickly departed.

Wu Zigi wanted to ask more, but seeing Su Mu vanish like a ghost, his heart leaped. 

He marveled at the strength of his “senior.”

Although there was no mirror to see his reflection, Wu Zigi could already feel his general outline with his hands—the three-dimensional, delicate features were certainly a fine vessel. 

But just as he had bowed, he noticed something else.

‘Yes, part of it was still there…’

Regardless, Wu Zigi could only pick up the Sunflower Manual, shed tears, and bid farewell to his past.

After a moment of silent thought, he gave himself a new name.

Since he was starting over at Flower Full Tower, he might as well call himself Hua Zichu.

If Su Mu were to think of a name, she would definitely have some wild associations.