Chapter 0, 151. The Masterful Art of Face-Changing
“Xiao Ling’er.”
“Mo Ning.”
Qin Gou smiled as he looked at the somewhat unusual ‘sisters’ before him. It seemed their consciousnesses had not fully returned to normal.
Consciousness, not soul. Kong Ling and Mo Ning possessed two different pasts and memories, yet they were the same individual.
“Have you encountered any trouble on your journey here?” Qin Gou asked with concern.
“Master, we are completely fine.” Kong Ling, who was nestled like a plush doll on Mo Ning’s head, blinked her watery, beautiful eyes and said softly, “Yes.” Mo Ning spread her small hands and smiled enchantingly, “Without our previous constraints, plus how useful Li Yuanzhen and I are as Natal Spirit Tools, this journey has been very smooth.”
“Little Dot!”
Li Yuanzhen, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, looked as if she had found her long-lost beloved pet. Her clear eyes were filled with joy and doting affection.
“Are you calling me?” Mo Ning pointed at herself in surprise, relying on her current tall and elegant figure to retort indignantly, “Li Yuanzhen, you bad woman! How am I ‘little’ now?”
“Take this!”
Li Yuanzhen gave a sly smile and, as if performing magic, conjured two dice cups out of thin air.
“You…”
In an instant, Mo Ning, as if possessed, caught the dice cups. With a blush, she tossed them high into the air, involuntarily performing a masterful and skillful juggling act.
“Mo Ning! What are you doing messing around with ‘our’ bodies?” Kong Ling stared, dumbfounded, half amused and half exasperated, “You silly thing!”
Next, Li Yuanzhen threw out another handful of dice. This time, it was Kong Ling who, unable to help herself, captured all seven or eight dice. Not only did she toss them into the air in a visually stunning display, but she also managed to stack them all into a tall, straight column, a truly miraculous feat.
“What… what is happening to me?” Kong Ling’s eyes were vacant as she looked at her small hands, questioning her existence.
“Yuanzhen, stop playing around.”
Qin Gou chuckled helplessly, “Kong Wench, don’t forget that this body has always belonged to Mo Ning. It’s inevitable that you’ve picked up some habits.”
“Am I to blame?” Mo Ning’s innocent yet proud gaze fell upon her currently few friends, the ‘Little Gambler,’ whom she both loved and hated.
At that moment, a disciple from the Hidden Immortal Tower arrived and whispered something in Qin Gou’s ear.
“By the way, Ning Wench, you should hurry and help interrogate that Eight-Armed Rakshasa.”
Qin Gou’s tone immediately turned serious, “This matter cannot be delayed.”
“No problem, leave it to me.” Mo Ning agreed readily. She left the miniature Kong Ling on her head and immediately followed the Hidden Immortal Tower disciple.
“Master.” Kong Ling, currently no bigger than a palm, slowly floated in front of Qin Gou and asked with barely contained curiosity, “Can your friend, the Saint Spirit from the Hidden Immortal Tower, truly help Mo Ning and me?”
“Of course. Chu Xian is known as the most skilled Ghost Cultivator in the world when it comes to souls. They can definitely help you and Ning Wench each obtain a perfect body of your own in the safest and most appropriate manner.”
Qin Gou’s tone was filled with trust, “However, for now, Liang Tiantian still needs to undergo the Body Tempering of the Dao Body ritual from the Mistress of Ten Thousand Flowers. It is said that afterward, his compatibility with Chu Xian will be far greater than mine, so we must wait a while longer.”
“Yes, Disciple understands.” Kong Ling nodded her small head, hesitant to speak further.
Seeing this, Li Yuanzhen smiled calmly and walked away gallantly.
“What is it? If you have something to say, Kong Wench, don’t hesitate,” Qin Gou asked gently.
“I… I don’t want to avoid the Evil Saintess, it’s just that I’m too embarrassed.” Kong Ling’s little face turned red, “I miss Father and Mother dearly! You know, this place isn’t too far from my hometown, and I really want to go home and see them.”
“Oh?” Qin Gou said with some confusion, “I heard you mention this before. Haven’t you visited your hometown during this time?”
“Disciple dreams of it every day, but look at my current appearance. If my parents were to see me…” Kong Ling said helplessly, her eyes filled with regret. “But this time, with Mo Ning accompanying me, and if Master could also come along, I could definitely explain things clearly to them, rather than causing them more grief. I remember they always listened to you the most!”
“Alright, once Mo Ning deals with the threat of the Eight-Armed Rakshasa, we’ll set off immediately,” Qin Gou said without hesitation.
“Really?” Kong Ling’s eyes were filled with unbelievable joy.
“Of course. As your Master, I always keep my word. When have I ever lied to my own disciple?” Qin Gou laughed heartily.
He did not choose to make Kong Ling wait any longer.
Much like his own state of mind when he disregarded everything and plunged into the extremely dangerous Abyss Palace to find his disciple, this wench had been longing for home day and night, waiting for far too long.
…
In the main hall, only a large head remained, its soul firmly imprisoned by a soul-locking technique.
Suddenly, a series of light footsteps echoed, causing the current patriarch of the Eight-Armed Rakshasa to snap open his fierce eyes. However, upon seeing the true face of the newcomer, he let out an astonished cry.
“You, you are the Grand Princess?”
Back when the Eight-Armed Rakshasa clan had their Demon Lord, they were extremely glorious. Much like the Ren Clan, they harbored little reverence for the so-called royal family of the Abyss Palace. Thus, even now, he couldn’t immediately change his address and did not display the fanatical respect that other demons showed the Grand Princess.
“That’s right, I am Mo Ning.” Mo Ning’s pretty face calmly nodded. “You don’t need to ask me why I’m here. I came precisely for you.”
“As a citizen of the Abyss and a fellow demon, please, Grand Princess, save my life!” The Eight-Armed Rakshasa patriarch said excitedly, “Thus, you will surely earn the most sincere gratitude of the Eight-Armed Rakshasa clan!”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry. Didn’t this young lady already say that I came for you?” Mo Ning waved her hands dismissively and said with a playful smile, “But I can’t save you for free. Before that, I heard that you seem to have hidden some kind of trap within this Hidden Immortal Tower? What kind of wondrous item is it? Tell me, perhaps it will be useful to me.”
“This…”
The Eight-Armed Rakshasa patriarch was silent for a moment, his expression becoming wary. “Please forgive me, Grand Princess. I have decided I will never tell anyone about this matter!”
“Even if I am a Grand Princess of the Demon Race, one of the few people currently leading the Abyss Palace, it’s still not acceptable?” Mo Ning asked, her voice laced with surprise.
“Grand Princess, perhaps you could make a different request!” The Eight-Armed Rakshasa patriarch stated resolutely.
“Then there’s no damn Grand Princess here…”
Taught by Li Yuanzhen!
Mo Ning instantly executed her masterful art of face-changing. Her eyes became as sharp as knives, and under the horrified gaze of the Eight-Armed Rakshasa, she advanced step by step, “This demon race traitor deserves to die! I am now Kong Ling, the Human Race who stands opposed to you, showing no mercy!”
