His expression instantly stiffened.
“How is it impossible now?”
“I already said, after two years you’ll fully become female. Now that a year has passed, of course you’ve gradually gone from the former ‘凸’ to the current ‘口.’ Another year—no, another eight months, and you’ll completely become ‘凹.’”
The Demoness Xu Yinsheng spoke as she used magic to draw an illustration in the air:
（ ）=凸
（0、1O）ノ゠ロ
（olYSI）ao =吗
It was vivid and quite expressive.
Xu Yinsheng looked on, black lines practically sprouting from her forehead.
The Demoness Xu Yinsheng beckoned to Xu Yinsheng again, motioning for her to come closer.
Seeing this, Xu Yinsheng leaned her head over, and a small, fair hand reached out to rest atop her head.
“What are you doing?”
“An Immortal caresses my crown, tying my hair and granting me longevity.”
“Could you not act so cringey? After all, you’re me from twenty years in the future—you’re nearly fifty.” Xu Yinsheng complained.
“What fifty? This lady is forever eighteen!”
As expected, a woman’s age is always a forbidden topic.
The Demoness Xu Yinsheng was no exception; her beautiful eyes glared at her fiercely.
“Your next form is a Demoness from a xianxia setting. Of course I need to fit the character. If it were a western fantasy, I’d draw a six-pointed star formation, have you stand in the middle holding a magic wand, and shout ‘Akimichi Muggle’ at you.”
With a wave of her small hand, a silvery, surging river appeared before Xu Yinsheng’s eyes.
At the end of the river was “the future” and “the past,” with no visible boundary or end.
“A simple Demoness isn’t very interesting. Just so happens my mastery over transformations has improved a lot. I’ll add something extra to you and test my skills. Let’s see… Innate Alluring Bones, add one. Furnace Body, add one. Virgin Maiden’s Body, add one. Right, these days all the fantasy novels are obsessed with Bloodlines. For Bloodline… Nine-Tailed Fox? Qingcang Heavenly Dragon? Or… hmm… Jiutian Xuannü.”
As she finished speaking, one after another, “illusory” spheres of light shot out from the silver river and, drawn by a mysterious power, fused into Xu Yinsheng’s body.
In that instant, a strange tingling and aching sensation swept through her entire being, inside and out.
A scorching heat surged into her limbs and bones, forcibly transforming her flesh, meridians, and organs.
It didn’t hurt—instead, it was a feeling that was both excruciatingly pleasurable and nearly overwhelming.
Xu Yinsheng couldn’t help letting out a soft moan, pressing her legs tightly together.
In just a few seconds, Xu Yinsheng’s body temperature soared to fifty degrees, white mist rising from her crown like a dragon or a human, an ethereal air enveloping her—she truly looked the part of an Immortal.
Her jet-black, lustrous hair hung like a waterfall down her back, setting off her skin, which was as white as snow.
The beauty was so striking it was like an ink painting come to life, with a face sculpted like the finest mutton-fat jade, heroic spirit between the brows, a high nose bridge, and lips red as ripe cherries.
Her eyes seemed to hold countless emotions within, making anyone who looked into them lost in fascination.
In ancient times, emperors spent their lives seeking immortals and the Dao, but now, a living “Half-Immortal” had descended upon the world!
The Demoness Xu Yinsheng looked Xu Yinsheng up and down in her “Half-Immortal” form, clicking her tongue in admiration, clearly satisfied with her own work.
“Very beautiful. Come, look at your new form.”
Xu Yinsheng’s whole body was damp, as if she’d just been fished out of water.
Powerlessly, she took the mirror handed over by the other, took a look, and in the next moment, a sentence floated straight up in her mind—
“Damn, so beautiful~”
Alas, Xu Yinsheng was not well-read; she could only express herself with a simple “damn” wherever she went.
“Is this really me?” Xu Yinsheng stared at the “Half-Immortal” in the mirror, those clear eyes lively as water, every frown and smile filled with a bewitching, coldly elegant charm—she didn’t look human at all, but like a celestial being!
“You said it yourself.”
“Ever-changing, changing a thousand ways—we never stick to one form. Constant transformation is our way of life, just like the ‘Yi’ in Dao.”
The Demoness Xu Yinsheng gave her a meaningful glance, letting her ponder it herself.
She put down the mirror and looked at her hands.
Her slender, delicate fingers—she always thought such descriptions were exaggerated, but when she spread her palm, she realized it wasn’t exaggerated at all.
“Truly beautiful.”
Xu Yinsheng murmured.
“Of course.”
The Demoness Xu Yinsheng coaxed her, “Now, don’t you feel being a woman is a hundred times better than being a man? Don’t you want to stay a woman forever…”
“It does feel—hmm? Wait! Why do I feel like you’re changing my form just to spice up his birthday?” “Hahaha, nonsense. After all, you’re my past self—there’s no way I’d trick myself.”
The Demoness Xu Yinsheng laughed it off.
“All right, all right, I’m out of time. I’m leaving now.”
“See you next time.”
With that, she scooped up the baby Xu Yinsheng, swung onto a magic broom, and flew off in one smooth motion—it was clear she’d practiced this many times.
“Wait, what about my cheat?”
Xu Yinsheng snapped back to her senses.
She’d been waiting for so long, and the cheat still hadn’t been given—this was robbery, plain and simple.
She quickly rushed forward, grabbing the broom’s tail, firmly pulling her back!
“Look at your hand.”
Hearing this, Xu Yinsheng looked down.
Her left hand, at some point, was glowing with a layer of golden light.
“A one-time-use cheat, the Hand of God—tip the scales of fortune.”
“How you use it is up to you.”
“Oh, right.”
The Demoness Xu Yinsheng tossed a Black Notebook onto the table with a backhanded motion.
“Cross-Time Diary. If you have an emergency, use this to contact me.”
With those words, the broom traced an arc through the air and disappeared from sight, taking the Demoness Xu Yinsheng and baby Xu Yinsheng with it.
Xu Yinsheng stood in place. In the huge villa, she was once again alone.
She turned and saw that, on the Red Nanmu Wood dining table, there sat a strawberry cake, three Potions, and a thin Black Notebook.
Xu Yinsheng put away the notebook and looked at her left hand, now faded from gold.
“How to use it myself?”
“Maybe if I wish for money, gold will fall from the sky?”
Xu Yinsheng mused—if she wished for a few kilometers of gold, would a Golden Meteorite fall from the sky and then…
Earth 3.0, launch!
She shook her head. All right, she wasn’t clever, but she wasn’t that dumb.
She picked up the three Potions: tossed one in the trash, sprinkled another on the cake, and kept the last one close.
Then Xu Yinsheng took out her phone and placed a few online orders.
***
Night.
Zhao Yicheng pushed open the door, exhausted and reeking of alcohol.
Boom!
A cannon blast suddenly rang out.
A beam of colorful confetti lit up his face.
He raised his hand to shield his eyes and squinted ahead.
Xu Yinsheng, grinning from ear to ear, tossed down the confetti cannon, stepped forward, and gave him a big bear hug.
The scent of her wafted into his nose, her warmth mingling with his.
Before he could react, she quickly let go.
“So beautiful,” Zhao Yicheng couldn’t help but say.
The person before him was no longer the obedient automaton from before, but now had a celestial air. He couldn’t help but reach out again, wanting another touch.
Xu Yinsheng didn’t dodge, instead smiling sweetly and letting him touch her face.
She lifted her brows, her beautiful eyes full of pride.
“My latest form—what do you think? Isn’t it drop-dead gorgeous!” she said, pulling Zhao Yicheng’s big hand along.
“Come on, let’s eat cake.”
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