“Overall, you barely pass, but your figure is too flat.”
Luo Hongyan propped up her chin, appraising him.
She lightly applied some rouge to Changqing, concealing his pale complexion, and styled his long hair to resemble a woman's hairstyle.
However, she wasn't entirely satisfied with Changqing's figure.
It's not her fault for nitpicking; the female demons in this Immortal Cave all transform into voluptuous figures with curvy hips, and Luo Hongyan herself has a tall and graceful figure.
Changqing was already tall, and wearing revealing women's clothing made him look like a bamboo pole.
“And that poker face and those dead fish eyes of yours.”
“It's fine when you're a man, but when you're dressed as a woman, you look awkward no matter how you look at it. Can't you change that?”
Changqing was helpless.
“How about we just leave it at that? I feel like if we're far enough away, no one will be able to tell.”
“That won't do. You're usually so cautious, how can you be so careless at a time like this?”
With that, Luo Hongyan pointed her finger, and a milky white Imperial Spirit emerged. She reached out and touched Changqing's chest, then swiped it across Changqing's buttocks.
The touch of the young woman's fingers made Changqing's body tremble.
Immediately afterward, a strange sensation washed over him. His chest rapidly swelled, and his buttocks began to curve, instantly stretching the entire garment into an alluring hourglass figure.
If he was a bamboo pole before, now he had completely turned into a ripe peach.
“Hehe, that's better.” Luo Hongyan smiled slyly.
“Don't worry, this is a small Imperial Spirit I refined myself. It's just a flesh-colored, sturdy Bubble Spirit that can change shape, propping up your clothes and creating an illusion to alter your figure.”
Changqing wasn't very surprised. The Imperial Spirit in this world were strange and varied, so it wouldn't be strange for them to have any kind of function.
His gaze, however, shifted towards Luo Hongyan's chest...
“Yours isn't also......”
Luo Hongyan quickly covered her chest, indignantly saying.
“You scoundrel, of course mine is real! Who would I fake it for? I'll poke your dead fish eyes blind if you look again.”
With that, she turned her head away, no longer looking at Changqing.
“Lower your head when you walk, don't let people see that dead person expression of yours, let's go.”
It has to be said that as long as a person's mentality changes, the way they look at things changes as well. In his previous life, Changqing regarded Luo Hongyan as a puppet. He was calm and indifferent to everything she said and did.
But in this life, he had automatically imagined the expression under Luo Hongyan's mask as the cute appearance of Ye Qinghe when she was being petty, and he found Luo Hongyan particularly pleasing to the eye.
He reached out and placed his hand on top of Luo Hongyan's head, stroking her smooth hair.
“Alright, alright, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have teased you. Your Imperial Spirit is quite interesting, can you give me one?”
Luo Hongyan deflated after being touched by him like that.
Changqing was a strange person. Although his expression was cold, he always spoke to her with a faint tenderness and pampering, making it impossible to truly be angry with him.
It was just that his shameless, overly familiar feeling, and his constant attempts to get close to her, were inexplicable.
Luo Hongyan slapped Changqing's hand away, “Here, take it, but you're not allowed to touch me casually in the future.”
“Understood, I'll apply before I touch you in the future.”
Changqing took the milky white Imperial Spirit and directly absorbed it into his acupoint.
He was now at Shūhū Second Level, with exactly two acupoints in his body, one was his original Bone Spike Spirit, and the other was this Bubble Spirit.
“Huh? Why don't you need to refine it, and directly absorbed it into your acupoint?”
Luo Hongyan was slightly surprised to see this.
“Aren't Imperial Spirit meant to be used as soon as you get them? Do you need to refine them?” Changqing asked in return.
He really didn't know that there was a need to refine the Imperial Spirit before putting it into the acupoint. After all, he hadn't obtained any other Imperial Spirit in his previous lives, only a Bone Spike Spirit that came with his body.
“Of course, whether it's a natural, unowned Imperial Spirit, or an Imperial Spirit that has been subdued and refined by other Cultivator, they are filled with natural Spiritual Qi, or the Spiritual Qi of other Cultivator. If other Cultivator want to put it into their own acupoints, these are all Impurities that must be refined before they can be absorbed.”
She knew that Changqing was a mediocre Cultivator, so she patiently explained.
“However, depending on the strength of the Imperial Spirit itself, the difficulty of refining it also varies.”
Luo Hongyan thought for a moment, then felt relieved.
“This kind of Imperial Spirit is just a small trinket that I casually refined, it's not very stable, and it will break and dissipate after being used a few times. Maybe the one I gave you was already on the verge of destruction, with very little Spiritual Qi left inside, so you can absorb it without refining it.”
“Great, we won't waste any time then, let's set off now.”
Changqing nodded, and the two left the Dan Room.
Along the way, Changqing followed Luo Hongyan, keeping a distance.
With every step he took in this outfit, most of his thighs were exposed, which made Changqing quite uncomfortable.
But Luo Hongyan was right, in this place, the more revealing and flirtatious he dressed, the less attention he would attract.
They arrived at Liu Lu's Immortal Cave without any major incidents, and the two quickly untied the snake coils wrapped around the entrance of the Immortal Cave and walked inside.
The Immortal Cave was very spacious, and it had a strange fragrance.
This fragrance was very strange, not a floral fragrance, not a grassy fragrance, but a fragrance similar to a large pot of meat soup.
The fragrance had a faint fishy smell.
The Immortal Cave was slightly damp, and Luo Hongyan's fingertip ignited a flame. Under the light of the fire, many walls were covered with transparent mucus, which looked particularly disgusting.
This place really didn't look like a blessed land, but if it was said to be the lair of some old demon, it would be very fitting.
Luo Hongyan took out a small torch from the satchel she was carrying, lit it with the flame from her fingertip, and handed it to Changqing. The two then split up to search.
Before long, Changqing followed the faint meat fragrance and found a small hole.
The entrance of the hole was very low, only half a person tall, like the size of a dog hole.
But the increasingly strong meat fragrance came from within.
Changqing called out to Luo Hongyan, asking her to respond at the entrance of the hole while he crawled in to take a look and find out what was going on.
The entrance of the hole was very narrow, and he barely squeezed through. The edge of the hole also had the same mucus as on the walls, and the cold, slippery feeling made his spine tingle.
“How is it? What's inside?”
Seeing that Changqing had already crawled in, Luo Hongyan quickly asked.
But she didn't hear any response.
After a moment, the only response she heard was Changqing's dry heaving sound.
“What's wrong?” Luo Hongyan asked worriedly, lowering her head and preparing to crawl in as well.
But at this moment, Changqing's hand stretched out from the entrance of the hole and pressed down on her head, which was about to stretch in.
“Don't look.” His voice tried his best to maintain its calmness and gentleness.
“Go back, I'll continue searching myself, you wait for me outside.”
But Luo Hongyan didn't listen to his advice. She tilted her head and squeezed in anyway.
Her eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the changes in the light, but when her eyes adjusted to the light and saw the scene inside the hole, she, like Changqing, lowered her head and began to dry heave.