Chapter 2: The Rebirth of An Lijie
A mournful cry escaped from the loli, who was overwhelmed with shame. Even though she had once been an immortal powerhouse, she had never imagined that one day she would turn into a girl—and not just any girl, but a loli who wasn’t much older than a young child.
What made matters worse was that she was now completely unclothed, and even the ice mist she had used earlier to cover her delicate body had been swept away by Verafia using the power of life. Exposed under the gazes of two beautiful young girls, she felt even more ashamed, her fair little face flushing with embarrassment.
The bashful girl tried to cover herself, pulling her long hair to shield her body.
Hmm, but using long hair as a cover… didn’t that make her look even more suggestive?
Verafia blinked her big golden eyes, looking at the girl with great interest.
“She looks quite similar to Little Fei, don’t you think? Except she’s not a dragon girl, she’s practically a younger version of Little Fei.”
Verafia’s gaze swept over the girl’s body, and it wasn’t hard to notice the many similarities between her and Ophi.
After all, her soul had been assimilated by Ophi’s icy origin for over a year. No matter what, traces of that little ice dragon were bound to remain, weren’t they?
“Hmm, if I think about it, could this little girl be considered Little Fei’s daughter?” Verafia tilted her head, suddenly struck by the thought.
“Veer!” Even if she were the most airheaded dragon girl, Ophi couldn’t help but notice the teasing tone in the goddess’s voice. Her snow-like face flushed with mild annoyance, and she tugged at Verafia’s hand in embarrassment.
After a bit of playful banter with the dragon girl, Verafia turned her attention back to the little loli, who had ice-blue hair and snow-white strands, her thoughts so jumbled that her eyes looked vacant.
“Still, it’s indeed a body well-suited for her soul. Even if it hasn’t reached true immortality yet, the power of the divine spark of death can compensate for some of the lost realms. Hmm, her demonic power also leans toward the ice-cold attribute, which coincidentally complements the frost attribute she inherited from Little Fei. A perfect match with death, don’t you think?”
Verafia spoke, then suddenly turned to look at Ophi, raising her delicate face with a charming smile. “Since she’s a girl now, the name Anderdun doesn’t quite fit. Hey, since she’s Little Fei’s daughter, why don’t you come up with a name for her?”
“A name?”
Ophi was startled for a moment, but being the airhead she was, she instinctively tilted her head and thought seriously. “If it’s a name, how about… An Lijie?”
Hearing her voice, the girl, who had been sitting on the ground in a daze, suddenly burst into action. She lifted her little face and protested loudly.
“This king is not An Lijie! This king is the mighty Deathwing, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, Lord Anderdun! I’m not some An Lijie!”
Although she spoke with an imposing tone and wore an indignant expression, paired with her tender, delicate voice and her loli-like body, it felt more like she was deliberately throwing a tantrum.
Hmm, even the surging demonic power around the loli didn’t cause the slightest ripple, as Verafia instantly suppressed it with the power of the World Tree.
Still, Verafia wasn’t fully satisfied. “An Lijie is clearly a girl now, how can she use such crude language?”
An Lijie froze, seeing Verafia’s golden eyes light up as the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile, revealing an expression of horror.
“Hmm, An Lijie must address this young lady as Young Lady. From now on, when speaking to others, you must refer to yourself as An An. Understood?”
This wasn’t just a joke anymore; the master-servant contract between An Lijie and Verafia instantly transmitted the command directly into her heart.
“What? Young Lady… Huh? An An? I’m not An An! An An is— Ugh!”
An Lijie covered her mouth in panic. She realized what Verafia’s command entailed, and a look of despair spread across her face.
“See? Isn’t this much cuter?” Verafia’s golden eyes blinked in satisfaction.
“Veer, don’t bully An Lijie like that…”
The ice-blue dragon girl beside her gently tugged at her hand, looking sympathetically at the despondent girl sitting on the ground.
She was always a kind-hearted dragon, and she believed that An Lijie’s current state was her fault. She couldn’t help but feel guilty and blame herself for the girl’s ordeal.
“This isn’t bullying. After all, An Lijie is a girl now, and there’s nothing this young lady can do to change that. Getting her accustomed to her new identity as a girl is the main priority here.”
Making An Lijie use such girlish self-references, combined with her appearance, would gradually help her get used to her identity as a little girl. After all, wasn’t that how this young lady herself had once adjusted?
Verafia lightly clasped her hands over her little dress, her lips curling into a smug smile.
Hmm, truth be told, there was another reason for this. After all, An Lijie had once been her enemy, and even after being subdued, she hadn’t stopped scheming mischief.
Even though An Lijie had indeed helped her quite a bit, Verafia still felt that teasing her a little was necessary to soothe her own mood.
“Is that so?”
Ophi thought for a moment, then nodded, agreeing with Verafia’s reasoning.
“An An is not a girl… Damn it, An An doesn’t want to talk like this! Ugh, with this body, how can An An face An An’s clan members?”
Suddenly transformed into a girl and constantly provoked by Verafia, An Lijie, under a series of blows, sat on the ground in a duck-like position, her ice-blue eyes reddening as she covered her little face and began to cry softly.
Ophi walked over, crouched down, and gently stroked her dark blue hair with sympathy. “An Lijie, you don’t know… the Demon Realm has already been destroyed.”
The girl’s sobbing stopped abruptly, her teary eyes lifting in shock.
Verafia’s golden eyes blinked once.
She knew how much An Lijie cared for her clan. The reason she had submitted to Verafia in the first place was largely because she wanted to return to her homeland and lead her clan out of weakness.
Verafia had originally planned to wait until An Lijie had grown accustomed to her new identity as a girl before breaking the news to her.
How had this silly ice dragon managed to touch on such a sensitive topic so quickly?
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As for the mess the little ice dragon had stirred up, Verafia had no intention of getting involved. She wasn’t exactly skilled at comforting children, after all.
So, watching Ophi helplessly hug An Lijie, her little face looking up at her pleadingly, Verafia simply blinked her eyes, wishing her luck, and left the space of the World Tree to the two girls—one big, one small—with a wave of her little hand.
The divine radiance of life flowed around the young girl, and the doors of the law opened accordingly. Verafia effortlessly traversed through layers of space, her delicate boots finally alighting on the vibrant, radiant world beside the World Tree.
This was the pinnacle of the World Tree, where the untapped life energy shimmered like a dream, displaying the purest essence of life’s laws.
From the void, a cascade of emerald-green life force poured down, sustaining the entire World Tree.
