Chapter 15: Chapter 23: A Naughty Little Fox

‘A mountain needn’t be high; its fame comes from the immortal within. A rabbit needn’t be large; its style comes from…’

At this moment, in a certain room on Zixia Peak.

A young vixen sat in a W-sit, her small face etched with concentration as she studied the structure of her immortal cultivation robe.

As her little hands seemed to unintentionally pull at the overlapping collar of her dress, the line of poetry surfaced in her mind.

Fortunately, she quickly realized something was off about the verse and stopped her mental recitation.

But though the recitation ceased, her gaze remained fixed.

So, who was this lovely young girl, blushing crimson, whose initial mission to study ‘immortal cultivation robes’ had subtly shifted its purpose?

That’s right. It was the newly transformed little fox—Xiao Xixi.

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Truthfully, after her brother, Xiao Changgu, had left, Xiao Xixi’s initial goal was genuinely to find a way to reduce the weight of the voluminous dress she wore.

After all, the robes she wore now as a girl were far more restrictive than the fur coat she had been born with in her fox form.

However, as she inspected the garment, she was dismayed to discover it was a single, seamless piece. The two inner layers of the front were stitched together so tightly that the only way to remove it was to take the entire thing off.

She was feeling a bit warm, but one look at the intricate clothing, coupled with the realization that she had nothing else to change into, forced her to abandon the idea of shedding any layers.

Though her plan had been thwarted, Xiao Xixi didn’t want her efforts to be in vain. Adopting a ‘since I’m already here’ mentality, she shifted her focus.

Her gaze fell upon the pair of delicate, pale hands resting on the overlapping collar of her dress. After a fierce internal struggle, Xiao Xixi made a decision.

‘It’s my own body, and there’s no one else in the room right now… for my own future well-being, and to make sure I’m healthy…’

From any angle, Xiao Xixi felt she ought to take a look. Just… one look?

Having constructed a ‘righteous’ reason for herself, Xiao Xixi finally steeled her resolve.

Once the decision was made, she felt a surge of excitement, an immediate urge to begin her examination.

But with sheer willpower, Xiao Xixi suppressed the impulse.

If her brother came back early while she was in the middle of her ‘inspection,’ it would be a disaster.

Adhering to the fine traditions from her past life before transmigrating, she reined in the fluttering in her heart and resisted the urge to act rashly.

Instead, she meticulously checked that the door and windows were shut tight. Only after ensuring everything was secure did she lower her head once more.

She took three deep breaths, waiting until her racing heart no longer thundered in her ears like a drum, drowning out all other sounds.

At last, Xiao Xixi rubbed her little hands together, preparing for the great undertaking.

As she did, she made an unexpected discovery—the sensation was cool, soft, and smooth. It was quite pleasant.

Feeling the silken texture of her own skin, Xiao Xixi couldn’t help but feel a flicker of suspicion.

Though she had never worn women’s clothing before her transformation yesterday, she had a nagging feeling that her master, Su Mei, and her senior sister, Bai Luozhu, had been remarkably slow while dressing her.

Could it be that they had deliberately taken their time yesterday?

The thought arose, but she quickly shook her head, dismissing it as unrealistic.

After all, the novel described them both as paragons of the righteous path. How could they harbor such thoughts about her?

She mentally chided herself for her own impure mind.

At last, her hands, now entrusted with a sacred mission, finally advanced toward their primary destination.

She felt a presence so subtle that it could be overlooked with the slightest lapse in concentration.

It was then that Xiao Xixi remembered a crucial detail: the original ‘Xiao Xixi’ from the novel was by no means a ‘flat-chested girl’!

Because of their similar names, Xiao Xixi vividly recalled the author’s description when the character first appeared:

*She possessed a beauty that could topple cities, yet her eyes held a hint of seductive charm and arrogance. She wore a long, fiery red coat. Though meant for warmth, it did little to conceal her exquisite figure, the fullness of her chest threatening to spill forth, a sight from which none could look away.*

Later, after ‘Xiao Xixi’ fell from grace, she underwent a second growth spurt under the ‘tutelage’ of the villains from the Great Joy Temple.

Recalling these passages from the novel, Xiao Xixi looked down at herself again. And when she did, she froze.

How could she see her own feet so clearly?

Even though the character in the novel had gone ‘from large to larger’ under the influence of the villains in the mid-to-late stages, Xiao Xixi felt her current state was just too small. Not that she, as a boy, particularly cared ‘right now’.

But soon enough, an explanation occurred to her.

There were still two years before the novel’s plot officially began. Perhaps she would… ‘develop’ during that time.

Having rationalized the situation, Xiao Xixi once again focused all her attention on her delicate hands.

With every tremble, her small hands explored the path of truth, inadvertently brushing against skin as white and smooth as jade.

Each touch sent a shiver through her highly tense frame. The cherry-pink lips on the vixen’s palm-sized face were, at some point, releasing breaths that felt tangibly hot.

A crimson blush, like a wildfire, spread across her fair cheeks, sweeping west from her face to the tips of her delicate earlobes. Set against her silver-white hair, the effect was striking.

Xiao Xixi had no idea, but at that moment, she looked as tempting as a perfectly ripe apple.

Within the small room, the temperature seemed to rise, influenced by her nervous excitement.

At the same time, the faint, sweet fragrance in the air grew richer, diffusing until it filled the space.

But Xiao Xixi had no capacity to notice any of this.

She was completely absorbed, lost in her exploration, which had finally reached its goal.

As she felt the softness in her palm—so subtle it could be missed in a moment of carelessness—a myriad of thoughts flooded Xiao Xixi’s mind.

She first recalled a detail from the villain ‘Xiao Xixi’s’ side story in the original novel: her weakness was her pair of adorable rabbits.

Then she remembered the day before, after her transformation, when her senior sister Bai Luozhu had accidentally touched her. The sensation had been an unfamiliar, tingling numbness, something she had never experienced before.

Thinking of this, Xiao Xixi suddenly felt a wave of hesitation, unable to proceed.

After all, one always needs to summon courage for the first experience with something so new.

Just as Xiao Xixi was trying to relax, attempting to muster the courage to open the door to a new world, she heard a creak from the doorway.

Her heart leaping into her throat, she instinctively glanced over and saw that the door was ajar.

And through that crack, a pair of enchanting peach-blossom eyes, brimming with amusement, gazed back at her.

Recognizing those eyes, Xiao Xixi froze completely.

An indescribable sense of shame shot straight through her, a mortification so profound it felt like being caught red-handed while watching an adult film!

The shock was so great that her mind shut down from embarrassment.

She even forgot to withdraw the small hands hidden inside her dress.

Overwhelmed, she curled the ten strawberry-candy-like toes of her snow-white feet, digging them into the floor as if trying to excavate a three-bedroom apartment on the spot.

Standing outside, Su Mei watched the adorable little thing freeze up. A flicker of regret crossed her features.

She had wanted to continue watching the cute little one’s nervous antics.

She hadn’t expected to be discovered so soon.

But being discovered was no great matter.

As the master of a peak, Su Mei had seen far too much to be easily flustered. She calmly pushed the door open and entered.

Today, Su Mei wore a simple, elegant white dress embroidered with a silver plum blossom pattern.

Unlike the seductive allure of yesterday’s fiery red gown, today she seemed to Xiao Xixi like a transcendent immortal on the verge of ascension.

However, as this celestial figure stepped into the room and caught the citrusy fragrance lingering in the air, a slight curve appeared on her serene face.

Under Xiao Xixi’s horrified gaze, Su Mei glided gracefully to the bedside.

She then gently stroked the disheveled Xiao Xixi’s stunned head twice and spoke in a tone full of profound meaning.

“Xixi, my dear disciple, I never realized you were such a naughty little fox!”