Chapter 8: Crisis

The cultivation time passed quickly, and it wasn’t until after dark that he reluctantly released the two energy stones, which were nearly half-drained.

He was originally going to practice his blade techniques for a while, but just as he picked up the blade, his stomach started to growl. So, Su Xuan placed the blade in the corner of the living room and casually ordered some takeout.

Ding-dong~

The door opened to a delivery boy, who looked at Su Xuan’s face with utter shock. Because it was too much trouble, Su Xuan was still wearing the wig at this time, so in the boy’s eyes, this was an out-and-out great beauty, and he was clearly mesmerized.

The delivery boy only felt a flame burning in his abdomen. Could the legendary beautiful employer who orders takeout and eats the delivery boy on the side really exist?

“Hello… your takeout!”

“Thank you…”

Su Xuan had clearly realized something. He smiled and took the takeout with a falsetto voice, then saw the delivery boy off.

“Holy sh*t, those legs are so long, so fair…”

The delivery boy wiped his drool and walked away reluctantly.

After eating the takeout, Su Xuan took off his wig, preparing to take a shower.

“My hair has grown longer again!”

Su Xuan troublesomely picked up a strand of hair. Two days ago, his hair was still very short, very close to a buzz cut, but now his hair was already seven or eight centimeters long. Although it was still a boy’s hairstyle, Su Xuan was a little worried about his future appearance.

Underneath the hair was a stunningly handsome face that could topple nations.

Unlike the stunning but easily tiring style of ordinary beauties, Su Xuan’s face contained too many temperaments, too many contradictions. It was nobility, it was desire, it was joy, it was pain… and these contradictions were bizarrely fused together.

It made one fall deeply into it just by looking, causing all those men to fall for him. The more they struggled, the more they fell into it.

No wonder that delivery boy acted like a pervert. Su Xuan couldn’t help but think mischievously, what would happen if he answered him in his original voice?

That delivery boy’s expression would definitely be very subtle, he thought, and couldn’t help but laugh.

His smile was like a blooming flower, making the mirror reflecting his face shine with brilliance.

Su Xuan’s figure was reflected in the mirror, slender and well-proportioned. Compared to his previous chiseled figure, it seemed to have become more curvaceous, with four distinct abdominal muscles.

“Huh? Two are missing!”

Su Xuan touched his abdomen. It took him several years to train six-pack abs, and two melted away in two days?

Su Xuan didn’t even have to think; it must be the influence of his Phantom Soul cultivation.

His gaze continued downwards, landing on little Su Xuan. He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that little Su Xuan seemed to have lost a bit of its flavor, a bit of its ferocity and vigor.

But as long as his little brother was still there, Su Xuan was very gratified. If one day his brother turned into a sister, Su Xuan probably wouldn’t even be able to cry.

Su Xuan looked at the beauty in the mirror and actually felt a trace of desire.

“Am I… normal or not normal?”

Normally speaking, he still had desires for women.

Abnormally speaking, he was looking more and more like a woman.

But no matter how you put it, it seemed a little hentai.

He washed away the fatigue of the day and walked into his bedroom bare-chested. The first thing he saw was the few bags of clothes placed on the bed.

“Gulp~”

Su Xuan’s hands trembled as he projected his sinful will onto those pieces of women’s clothing.

“I already bought them…”

Su Xuan thought, these were bought with real money. Wouldn’t it be a loss not to wear them?

So, in order not to make a loss, of course he had to try them on!

‘That’s right, I’m only wearing them so it’s not a waste. It’s not like I’m doing it willingly…’

Su Xuan muttered in his heart, but his eyes were red as he stared at the newly bought women’s clothes.

Su Xuan, deciding to go all in, also took out the wig. This way, he could embody the completeness and value of the women’s clothing.

First was the pink belly-baring hoodie, paired with pink and white stockings, forming a cute killer set. Let alone ordinary men, even Su Xuan himself was melted by the little cutie in the mirror.

What was even more fatal was that the cutie in the mirror was constantly making cute poses—pouting, rubbing her eyes with her little fists, making little bunny ears with her hands…

“I’m not a little b*stard, I’m a cute little bunny, a cute little bunny~”

Su Xuan watched the girl in the mirror who was acting cute like crazy, his heart about to melt into sugar water. He slowly revealed a dazed look.

Seeing the dazed look on her face, Su Xuan trembled all over. His brain finally reacted. He quickly buried himself in the bed, disgustedly cursing himself.

His blushing face made Su Xuan even more delectable, making one want to rush over and bite his cheek.

Next, Su Xuan changed into an academy-style outfit. Paired with his long black hair, it made him look pure and moving, just like the white moonlight in countless people’s hearts, the stunningly beautiful deskmate whom one only dared to peek at but not look at directly.

Like a clear spring refreshing the heart, this sweetness was not only revealed on the surface but also entered the heart.

He then changed into other T-shirts, all of which Su Xuan pulled off very well. There was a low-shoulder, waist-revealing style as alluring as a fairy, a youthful and energetic sports style…

After changing to his heart’s content, he reluctantly sealed away the women’s clothing.

After lying on the bed for a long time, his consciousness returned, and everything became dull and tasteless again, just like after masturbating.

He suddenly felt that he couldn’t indulge in such decadent pleasures anymore; he had to work hard to become stronger.

He had to strengthen his will and couldn’t continue like this.

With this obsession, Su Xuan slowly drifted into dreamland.

“Mmm~~…”

A stunningly beautiful woman with an obscured face was kissing Su Xuan frantically, and Su Xuan returned the passionate kiss.

“Hoo~~”

Suddenly, the veil, like a mist, gently dispersed, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

That face was Su Xuan’s own.

Su Xuan woke up with a start, feeling the dampness.

A moment later, he ran frantically to the toilet.

When he returned, he had already changed into a pair of dry underwear.

Su Xuan stared blankly at the ceiling, having lost his senses.

It was this kind of strange dream again.

Although it was still very early, Su Xuan had no sleepiness at all.

In the end, he slowly drifted back into dreamland without realizing it.

A middle-aged man was secretly sneaking through this not-so-dense small hill.

The man’s expression was gloomy, his eyes crazed.

On his back, hidden by his clothes, was a strange black mark.

It was the symbol of the Black Fall Cult.

In the morning, at about five o’clock, Su Xuan woke up naturally and couldn’t fall back asleep.

In the dark and quiet environment, the images from his dream appeared again and again, driving him crazy.

“Exercise is a good way to forget your troubles.”

Su Xuan simply washed up, preparing to go for a run on the hill behind the residential complex.

When he went out, he saw the special iron blade in the corner of the wall and suddenly thought it would be quite good to practice his blade work, especially since he hadn’t practiced yesterday.

With this thought, Su Xuan’s hands started to itch.

So he immediately strode over and picked up the special iron blade.

Because it was so early, the sky outside was still dark.

Only a few streetlights illuminated a small amount of space.

Su Xuan held the iron blade in a reverse grip and ran along the dark path, not knowing that in the darkness, a pair of extremely gloomy and crazed eyes had already locked onto him.