The completely bald White Furball lay bare on the bed.
Its once chubby round body had slimmed down significantly.
The pale skin, steamed by heat, now carried a faint pink hue—oddly hilarious yet a little bit adorable.
Knowing that White Furball was probably about to transform, Su Yao wasn’t too worried.
She placed protective magical artifacts in the four corners of the room and quietly kept watch.
The steam rising from White Furball slowed and became denser.
A thin mist gradually changed form, thickening into a milky-white liquid that slowly formed an oval-shaped cocoon over its body.
Lang Junxian could clearly feel the room’s spiritual energy growing denser.
Outside, the originally bright and sunny weather turned cloudy.
Dark clouds rapidly gathered and formed a heavy, oppressive mass.
Faint flashes of lightning flickered within the clouds, while distant thunder rumbled in waves.
A heavy rain was coming.
Lang Junxian stared intently at the milky-white cocoon.
After a while, he could vaguely see the liquid inside slowly shifting.
Spiritual energy from all directions flowed steadily toward the cocoon.
White Furball’s small body slowly stretched and grew, like a sponge absorbing water, expanding as it took in endless spiritual energy.
The thunder outside grew louder.
Blinding lightning flashed past the window, blocked by the transparent barrier around the room.
Inside the spiritual cocoon, the transformation continued.
The once bare wings lengthened and straightened.
Five fingers gradually formed.
The small claws began shedding their webbing, replaced by human-like round, fair toes.
Thunder roared.
Several bolts of lightning, as thick as an arm, struck directly at the barrier.
Cracks rang out sharply.
Su Yao quickly replaced the four magical artifacts in the corners.
The original ones had blackened and shattered.
With the new artifacts, the nearly broken barrier stabilized again.
Su Yao’s expression was serious as she protected White Furball.
White Furball’s transformation had reached a critical moment.
The red gemstone on its chest had completely merged into its body.
A faint red trace traveled along the body and finally stopped at the center of its forehead.
Against the pale skin, the bright red mark stood out like a drop of blood, adding a touch of mysticism.
Outside, thunder roared, lightning snaked like purple dragons across the sky, and heavy raindrops pelted down, blurring the world.
The spiritual cocoon began to shrink.
The first parts to emerge were smooth arms and calves.
As more spiritual energy was absorbed, the cocoon thinned, and the fair body gradually became visible.
Lang Junxian took the thin blanket from the bedside and gently covered the now naked body.
After the transformation, White Furball looked entirely different—no longer the cute, fluffy ball of before.
Even with eyes closed, the delicate facial features were striking.
Especially the red mark on the forehead—vivid and almost bleeding in color—added a seductive aura.
The thunder outside gradually subsided.
The flashing lightning disappeared.
Only the pouring rain continued.
Su Yao wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked over to check on White Furball.
“Clicking her tongue,” she said,
“Why does he look like a seductive fox spirit? He was so cute in his original form.”
Su Yao muttered in disbelief, unable to understand how her adorable ball turned into a flamboyant beauty.
Lang Junxian cleared his throat.
“Actually, it’s…kind of nice…”
Very nice-looking, he thought.
Su Yao shot him a glance, saying grumpily,
“Fine, good-looking is good-looking, but why are you blushing?”
Lang Junxian: “…?”
White Furball didn’t wake up until the next day.
Stretching lazily, he flung off the blanket and tried to jump off the bed—
But instead of a graceful landing, his heavier body caused him to stumble and slam right into the bedframe.
“Hiss~”
He sucked in a sharp breath from the pain, staring curiously at his new limbs.
Then, using both hands and feet, he awkwardly crawled back onto the bed.
After finally managing to climb back into bed, White Furball wrapped himself in the blanket, staring curiously at his hands, then pulled his feet close to examine them closely.
Satisfied, he gave himself a kiss.
He had transformed!
White Furball had grown up hearing stories about the demon race and wasn’t surprised at all by his own transformation.
He accepted it with a very calm attitude.
But even so, it was a bit troubling—how was he supposed to walk now?
He couldn’t stay under the covers forever.
Scratching his cheek, White Furball suddenly had a bright idea: since he had transformed, that meant he could talk now!
He could call for Ah-Mu and Little Black!
Clearing his throat, White Furball opened his mouth: Then opened it again—
The baby furball looked completely confused.
Why couldn’t he talk?
Trying to recall how Little Black spoke, White Furball opened his mouth and carefully enunciated, word by word: “Ah——Mu——”
His voice was crisp, with a touch of softness.
After saying the first word, the rest came easily.
White Furball raised his voice and began calling:
“Ah-Mu——!”
“Little Black——!”
His clear, boyish voice echoed out.
The first to arrive was Lang Junxian from the neighboring room.
“What’s wrong?”
Lang Junxian rushed in, only to see White Furball sitting on the bed, bare-chested, eyes glistening with excitement as he looked at him.
Lang Junxian hesitated slightly before casually walking in and pulling the blanket up to cover him.
“Careful not to catch a cold.”
“Black!”
White Furball gave him a big smile, his striking features carrying a natural charm.
Lang Junxian’s mouth twitched.
He truly felt that White Furball’s looks were too…dangerously charming.
Before he could respond, Su Yao came hurrying in after hearing the voice.
White Furball shifted his focus, beaming at Ah-Mu with a warm smile and cheerfully calling,
“Ah-Mu~”
Su Yao’s smile froze for a moment.
She walked over and rubbed his head.
“Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
White Furball shook his head and continued looking at her with sparkly eyes, pikapika vibes radiating.
Su Yao massaged her temples, headache brewing.
“I’ll go find you some clothes.”
The clothes had been prepared when Lang Junxian first arrived—just some simple shirts and shorts.
White Furball had a small frame, so the clothes were a bit too big, wobbling loosely on him.
But for someone who had just transformed and wasn’t used to wearing clothes, the looseness was actually more comfortable.
While Su Yao was tidying up, White Furball whispered to Lang Junxian: “Little Black, do you wear underwear too?”
As he spoke, he tugged impatiently at the waistband of his own underwear.
Lang Junxian: “…………..I do.”
White Furball looked dejected and leaned in again to whisper,
“Doesn’t it hurt your balls? Mine really hurt.”
“It’s…not that bad…not too painful…”
Lang Junxian replied awkwardly.
White Furball gave him a “I knew you were lying about being fine” kind of look.
Lang Junxian: …………………..
After transforming, aside from still walking a bit unsteadily and disliking underwear, White Furball quickly adjusted to everything else.
He even went to Su Yao’s room to look at himself in the mirror.
He was very dissatisfied with his soft and fragile frame.
He greatly admired the bear demon in the forest—tall, strong, and super imposing.
Lang Junxian had no comment on that.
While White Furball was hung up on his appearance, Su Yao was more concerned about the red mark on his forehead.
The red mark was formed from the gemstone that had previously embedded in his chest.
Back then, the sect leader had entrusted it to her, saying it might be crucial during the transformation.
She’d been told how to use it, but there had been no mention that a red mark would remain afterward.
She wasn’t sure whether he’d forgotten to mention it or if even the sect leader hadn’t known such a mark would be left behind.
White Furball touched his forehead but didn’t feel anything special.
He wasn’t concerned at all and grinned carefreely.
Su Yao pulled him over and reached out to check it herself but felt nothing unusual.
It was as if the mark had been there since birth—a natural birthmark.
“Forget it,” she said.
“Just leave it for now. Nothing’s noticeable at the moment. But if you feel anything strange, you must tell Ah-Mu right away.”
White Furball nodded obediently.
Life soon returned to normal.
White Furball had already gotten used to his human body and could walk quite fast.
The only strange thing was: ever since transforming, he never changed back into his original form.
At first, Lang Junxian thought he was just enjoying the novelty.
But as time went on, he noticed something.
White Furball clearly avoided any mention of his original form.
Whenever someone brought it up, he’d awkwardly change the subject.
If questioned further, he’d bristle and snap.
Just a few days ago, they’d gone to the back mountain together and encountered a pheasant demon.
The pheasant mocked White Furball’s human form, then insulted his original form too.
One of the comments must’ve hit a nerve—White Furball suddenly exploded, grabbed the pheasant by the neck, and smashed it hard against the ground several times before storming home in a huff.
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