The most unsettling thing was that the hair on my face was already brushing against my cheek… Something was wrong—definitely very wrong!
Lu Qiancha reached out to touch her hair… Huh?! Where’s my hand?!
What met her eyes wasn’t a familiar human hand, but a paw covered in water-blue fur, like she was wearing a clawed glove.
Her arm, however, was smooth and fair-skinned…… Strange, when did my skin get this pale?
“What’s going on?” Lu Qiancha asked in confusion. The next moment, she immediately covered her mouth with her paw. No, that voice—it’s mine!
Feeling the fuzzy touch near her mouth, Lu Qiancha’s mind spun wildly. What kind of colossal mess had she stumbled into?
The massive wolf was equally shocked, its eyes rolling about. Then, in a flash of light, it transformed into a human form.
She wore a fitted ice-blue dress embroidered with sharp snowflake patterns, and there was an astonishing resemblance between her mature, dignified features and Lu Qiancha’s current youthful face—like an older, amplified version of Lu Qiancha.
“Oh my, truly unexpected,”
Xun Xue’s red lips parted slightly, her eyes sparkling with suppressed amusement. She scooped the stiff little wolf cub into her arms.
“My name is Xun Xue. From now on, you’ll be my daughter. How about that?” She affectionately rubbed those water-blue wolf ears.
“Who wants to be your daughter!”
Lu Qiancha shoved Xun Xue away with all her might, her face contorted with anger.
“Hmph.”
Xun Xue snorted lightly, completely unfazed by the little cub’s futile struggles. Instead, she lifted one slender, icy-cold finger to pinch the chubby soft flesh of Lu Qiancha’s cheek that puffed out with irritation.
“Don’t be so quick to refuse~” She blinked those icy blue eyes so strikingly like Lu Qiancha’s, her tone dripping with an undeniable pride and temptation.
“My family is the ‘Lingbing Snow Wolf Royal Clan,’ the unchallenged and renowned power across the entire Northern Frost Plains!”
“If I’m your mother… then as my daughter, you’ll never lack for status, inheritance, or resources.”
“No way!”
Lu Qiancha, now properly called Lu Qiancha, scrambled out of Xun Xue’s arms and landed with a thud on the ground, tumbling over twice.
She didn’t dare look back, ignoring the wolf fur on her body dusted with dry leaves and grass, nor the wolf tail that stood up like a small broom, bristling uncontrollably from her agitated emotions.
All that remained was a faint pale blue silhouette disappearing rapidly into the shadows.
Deep in the forest.
Xun Xue remained where she was, her posture as elegant as ever, but her expression had turned extremely playful.
She didn’t pursue but quietly watched the small figure vanish deeper into the woods with keen interest.
“Demonic Sword! Show yourself!”
Lu Qiancha nearly roared the words inside her mind, her voice laced with shame and helplessness.
She looked down at the reflection in the creek—a clear but obviously immature, even chubby face… Everything about it made her feel thoroughly uncomfortable.
“What’s all the yelling for?” Canxin’s lazy voice, tinged with mild irritation at being disturbed, echoed slowly in her consciousness.
“Why are you so anxious and panicked? Also, I do have a name, you know—address me as Lady Canxin, please…”
After Canxin finished speaking, she paused, her amusement bubbling over at Lu Qiancha’s appearance.
“Pfft! Hahaha! This form… is oddly cute! Really! Like a little wolf cub just starting to shape-shift! The name Lu Qiancha is too cold and harsh for you now. It doesn’t match this bewildered, spiky look one bit! How about we call you… hmm… Little Qiancha?”
“Yes, Little Qiancha is perfect! Soft and sweet, with a hint of the astringency of black tea, matching your current scowling-but-silent face perfectly!”
“It’s your fault!”
Lu Qiancha—no, Lu Qiancha now—snapped, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, nearly jumping up in frustration.
“If it weren’t for the changing robe in my Storage Ring, I wouldn’t even have clothes to wear right now!”
“Relax, relax. Isn’t it good for you?”
Canxin’s tone was light and dismissive. “Your body strength is now at least ten times stronger than before! Your affinity for spiritual power—especially for water and ice attributes—has risen several levels!”
“Not to mention… you can now start using the Lingbing Wolf King’s innate battle skills ‘Frostclaw’ and ‘Icicle Step’!”
Her voice held a trace of disdain, as if Lu Qiancha was ungrateful. “So many people would kill to get such a one-step-to-the-top bloodline fusion chance, and you’re still picky? You don’t know how lucky you are!”
“…. I don’t want it.”
Lu Qiancha collapsed on a rock by the creek, her exquisite face buried in her arms, voice dull with deep frustration and unwillingness. “In this state, how am I supposed to go back to the Sect?”
“That’s easy. Just slap on an Illusory Form Talisman and disguise yourself.”
Canxin said.
“Easier said than done. My master is skilled in the Piercing Gaze Technique. If I stand before her, she’ll probably see right through me in a glance…”
Lu Qiancha looked up at the sky, feeling desperate. Losing her life as she knew it felt like another kind of death.
“Heh, an ant is still an ant. No matter how cute, it can’t change the fact that it’s foolish.”
Canxin chuckled mockingly, then said, “If you call me Master, maybe I’ll teach you my exclusive illusion method.”
“Master!”
Without hesitation, Lu Qiancha hurried to say, completely different from her earlier self-pity.
“Smart choice.”
Canxin was momentarily stunned. Her voice carried a hint of being caught off guard, then she resumed her usual lazy tone of control.
“Since you’ve earnestly asked to be my disciple, I can’t disappoint my little apprentice… right?”
***
The next moment, an icy, profound, and exquisitely cryptic flow of consciousness flooded into Lu Qiancha’s soul like cold, clear spring water!
It was no longer words but a pure imprint of knowledge—a supreme secret technique on flesh reshaping, aura simulation, and even to some extent, obscuring heavenly secrets: the Myriad Forms Mirage Technique!
“This method was created when I studied the secrets of mirages at sea,” Canxin said with barely perceptible pride.
“It’s no mere illusion, but a core principle of the Mirage Dragon’s origin, combining spatial distortion with spiritual simulation, to achieve a brief deception at the fundamental level.”
“At the deepest stage, even in front of a Celestial Ascendant Tribulation, as long as you don’t expose your true power, they will only ‘see’ the most reasonable image within their own cognition!”
Lu Qiancha’s mind trembled violently, instantly immersed in the profound technique. Her face flickered between shock, joy, and disbelief.
This technique… was beyond anything she had known in disguise or illusion magic!
But just as she was absorbed, a powerful, irresistible will took over her body’s movements!
“All right, step one: concentrate and sense the subtle spiritual flow in every inch of your new body…” Canxin began instructing, her tone playful. “Tsk, your little frame actually controls better than your old one.”
“Step two, visualize the Lu Qiancha you want to return to… yes, that plain little bean sprout look. Remember every detail…”
“Step three, the most important step: activate the Myriad Forms Mirage Technique and guide your bloodline’s power to simulate…”
Lu Qiancha focused fully, forcing the spell to flow, channeling the vast yet unfamiliar wolf bloodline power within her.
Spiritual light circulated, gathered, and traced around her body…
Finally, it settled into stillness.
Looking into the creek’s reflection, Lu Qiancha finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although her proficiency with the technique was still imperfect, the image she projected now was nearly identical to her previous self.
Even if someone noticed something off, she could come up with a few excuses to get by.
Ding—ding.
The clear chime echoed through the clouds, drifting back and forth. In an unremarkable corner of the northwest East Victory Divine Continent, a vast, smooth Grand Formation shaped like an inverted glazed bowl enveloped over a dozen verdant peaks.
Among those towering mountains stood a rather underdeveloped hill.
Unlike the elaborately carved halls, flying eaves, and precious towers scattered around the Sect’s gate, this hill was simple and rustic, holding only three thatched huts and a few medicinal gardens nearby.
Lu Qiancha tiptoed toward one of the huts, careful not to disturb anything.
“Senior Brother Lu!”
A graceful girl fluttered like a bird and landed beside Lu Qiancha.
Lu Qiancha stiffened sharply but relaxed upon recognizing the figure in the blue long dress. “Gantang, it’s you. Where’s Master?”
“Master has made some progress in cultivation and has already gone into seclusion. Honestly, where have you been these past few days?”
“You haven’t replied to any messages I sent on your Jade Token—I was so worried!”
Gantang’s delicate brows furrowed, her voice filled with concern.
“No worries, no worries. I was just out taking on a Sect mission. It was a bit rushed, so I didn’t check the Jade Token much.”
Lu Qiancha laughed awkwardly, relieved that her disguise hadn’t been exposed.
But Master’s seclusion… that meant the Celestial Ascension Tribulation was coming.
“Master’s foundation is still too weak. The Seven Souls are damaged… I’m afraid she won’t survive the Tribulation.”
Lu Qiancha muttered, staring blankly at the distant hut for several seconds.
“Hm? Senior Brother, what are you muttering about?”
Gantang asked with some puzzlement.
“Nothing, just thinking about some things.”
Lu Qiancha shook her head, deciding she would worry about Master alone and not trouble her junior sister.
“Hmph, stinky Senior Brother. You never replied during the mission. I… I even thought something happened to you!”
Gantang’s voice quivered slightly with tears. At that moment, a large hand gently ruffled her hair.
“Senior Brother…”
Gantang looked up, a glimmer lighting her eyes.
“Relax, your Senior Brother is standing here just fine.”
Lu Qiancha’s soft voice slowly eased Gantang’s heart, but at the same time, a strange question stirred within her—Why did Senior Brother’s hand… feel so furry?
If she had to say, it was a little like the paw of that little raccoon servant from the foothills……
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