“I think I understand now.” Su Wanqiu walked into the courtyard, her gaze sweeping over the repaired walls before settling on the broken sword on the table.
“Lu Li, first of all, a wooden sword can’t support your weight. You’ll need a special magical tool.”
“Second, your Dual Spiritual Root allows you to cultivate incredibly fast, but it also brings new problems.”
“I’ve already felt it.” Lu Li reached out his hand, once again trying to control the Exclusive Light Gauze of Yin Yang Sect, but it simply refused to obey.
“Still, I originally planned to teach you about Spiritual Roots after this Grand Tournament. But now that you’ve reached the Fifth Layer Cultivation…” Even though Su Wanqiu had already heard Qing Luo’s explanation, a flicker of astonishment still crossed her face after personally scanning him with her Divine Sense.
“At this speed, you’re truly unprecedented.”
“Since we have the chance, let’s do a simple test, and I’ll explain it to you.” Su Wanqiu glanced at Qing Luo beside her. “Get your Junior Brother Lu some clothes.”
“Get clothes?” Lu Li looked at Qing Luo, who suddenly broke into a grin and dashed into the room.
“Master, are you worried that my clothes might tear during the test?”
“You could say that.” A hint of mischief appeared on Su Wanqiu’s dignified face.
“If my guess is correct, when you’re in your male form, it’s the Sword Spiritual Root that’s active.”
“In other words, your Charm Spiritual Root is actually being suppressed by the Sword Spiritual Root, never truly triggered.” As Su Wanqiu explained, Qing Luo returned carrying the robe issued on the first day of enrollment.
“The clothes you’re wearing now? You won’t be able to wear them anymore.”
“Master, this…” Lu Li knew he would inevitably have to face this situation someday.
Yesterday was just an exception due to registering his Disciple Name Plaque.
But he never expected it to happen again on his second day here.
“Junior Brother, I can help you change!” Qing Luo beamed brightly, then tugged Lu Li toward the side room.
In the dim little room, alone with a girl his age, she held clothes as thin and sheer as Light Gauze.
Normally, this would be a scene that made Lu Li happy—the special storybooks he’d read in his youth described such situations more than once.
But not when he himself was the subject.
“Just treat it as a trial, you know? And once your cultivation improves, won’t you be able to switch whenever you want?” Qing Luo said, her wrist already pulling at Lu Li’s clothes. “Come on, let your Senior Sister have a look!”
“Senior Sister, please don’t!”
“The dream I couldn’t fulfill on your first day can finally come true!” Qing Luo skillfully peeled off Lu Li’s outer robe, leaving only a thin undergarment.
But for two Immortal Cultivators, the early spring chill wasn’t much of a concern.
“Alright, Junior Brother, now circulate the Yin Yang Sect’s technique.” Qing Luo hugged the clothes.
“Every male disciple who joins the Yin Yang Sect goes through this first time.”
“I understand, but I still wish it could have waited a bit longer.” Lu Li sighed.
“But to see the state of my Spiritual Roots and to be able to use magical tools normally…”
Steeling himself, Lu Li closed his eyes, using his newly awakened Divine Sense to look inward at his body, slowly beginning to circulate the core technique.
He couldn’t help but admire the Ancestor of Yin Yang Sect—a true genius for allowing ordinary Qi Refining Disciples to use such a unique method to adjust the flow of True Qi within their Meridians, thereby changing their bodies.
As he circulated the technique, Lu Li felt the warm clumps of energy inside his body gradually turn cool, while the surface of his skin burned fiercely.
In this strange and contradictory sensation, Lu Li felt his body compress, his bones crackling like popping beans, yet without any pain—only a slight numbness and tingling.
A cool feeling flowed down from his face, as if his features were being kneaded. His flat chest slowly began to swell.
The snug undergarment became loose and baggy with each breath.
The familiar part down below also retreated at that moment, refusing to show itself.
Finally, his crossed legs felt as if they were being squeezed.
“Hah…” As the technique finished, Lu Li opened his eyes, but heard a soft, wind-like sound emerge from his own mouth.
“Uh… hmm… ahem.” He cleared his throat a few times, instinctively touching his throat.
All he felt was smooth skin—the Adam’s apple was gone.
“Alright, I guess that worked.” Lu Li looked at Qing Luo, but her state seemed off.
Her face was flushed, her gaze dazed, her breathing rapid, her lips slightly bitten, and her legs tightly pressed together.
The clothes she had been holding dropped to the floor.
“Senior Sister Qing Luo?” Lu Li called out softly, trying to get used to the slender sound of his own voice.
“I’m here, Junior Sister Lu… hah…” Qing Luo seemed to snap awake, crouching down to pick up the clothes.
But that very crouch made her legs go weak, and she fell straight to the floor.
“Senior Sister Qing Luo?!” Lu Li immediately stood up, but his now-oversized pants nearly made “him” trip.
He had to brace himself against the wall, his loose robe fluttering left and right like a curtain.
“Hehe, Junior Sister Lu’s body…” Qing Luo looked up and glanced—only then did Lu Li realize he was essentially naked.
A strange sense of shame swelled in his heart. Lu Li immediately reached out to cover his chest, struggling to hold up his loose pants.
‘Why am I acting like this?’ After covering himself, Lu Li realized that while his body was indeed no different from a woman’s, even his movements had become…
“Junior Sister Lu is so cute right now. I really want to hold you and spoil you.” Qing Luo struggled to her feet, her face unusually flushed, her eyes completely dazed.
“Can this Senior Sister please…”
“Senior Sister Qing Luo, wait… Ah!”
With the sound of tearing fabric, Qing Luo actually ripped open Lu Li’s upper garment and pressed him against the wall.
“No, something’s wrong!” Lu Li suddenly remembered this was the situation mentioned in the manual.
“Just as I thought. When you’re a mortal or in male form, the Charm Spiritual Root can’t be activated.” The door opened, and Su Wanqiu stepped in, sighing as she took in the salacious scene.
“Master, we know the situation now, but Senior Sister Qing Luo… don’t bite… Ah! Master, help!”
“Qing Luo, wake up.” Su Wanqiu spoke softly, and an invisible, faint ripple spread out. Qing Luo, who had been groping Lu Li, shuddered, and her eyes gradually cleared.
“Huh? Master, and… you’re Lu Li?” Qing Luo stared blankly at the two people in the room, especially Lu Li, who had now turned into a woman.
“Wow, Junior Sister Lu is so beautiful… hehe, so beautiful…”
“Master, is she… again?”
“Yes. Your Charm Spiritual Root has overwhelmed her again.” Su Wanqiu sighed, forming a hand seal to temporarily put Qing Luo to sleep.
“Alright, put on your clothes, and come outside to talk.”
“But Master, there’s one problem.”
“What? Qing Luo won’t be hurt; she’ll just sleep for half an hour.”
“Master… I don’t know how to wear women’s clothes.”
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