Chapter 156: Gift of Fuxian

She said: "An Ice cultivator, I see. Choi Sung, your body truly is tougher than normal, I should have understood that it was not some divine physique but just hidden cultivation. Which sect are you from?" She smirked. "And I couldn't sense a whiff of cultivation in you, you have a good technique to hide your power."

Choi Sung distanced himself even more.

"From your mother's sect, bitch!"

He began retreating from the area itself.

He was no cultivator. He was a C-rank Hunter.

"Sigh," the old woman stretched her back. "This generation's kids have no respect."

"Are you someone to respect?" The Buddhist clasped his hand.

"The strong… should be respected. No matter who they are. And I will teach you why."

The old woman looked up at the sky and her appearance began to change. She slowly began turning into a towering… old man. Lean muscles, long grey hair, cold black eyes, and a menacing, demonic laugh.

"You are an abomination indeed!"

"Oh, am I?" asked a feminine voice from the masculine old body.

She pointed a wrinkled hand at the Buddhist. "Can you see these wrinkles? I will give them to you."

Suddenly, the young Buddhist's face changed and he took some steps back in horror. He began to age, and the abomination of an old woman began transforming once more. In seconds, she looked like a strapping young man. Her clothes burst into thin scraps.

The Buddhist young man looked at his arm. It was old. Sickly.

"What? What kind of technique is this?!" he screamed.

The old woman—a young man—young woman?

"I am no old witch," said a feminine voice. "Call me Young Fuxian of the Ominous Sect. And you guys, which of you wanted to kill me?"

The Buddhist youth released a maddened laugh. "Are you a man or a woman, or are you a beast?"

"Me?" A slender sword appeared in Fuxian's hand. "I am death."

A thin line stretched across the Buddhist's neck and his head slid to the side.

Death.

"One," Fuxian said.

Suddenly, thin lines stretched across the necks of the other six. They clasped their necks in a panic, horror flashing across their faces. It was no use—they all died. Fuxian walked seductively to stand in their midst and gently took a deep whiff.

"Such vigorous Yang Energy you all have, let me have it."

All of the corpses began to rot as a golden smoke was absorbed from them. She breathed all of it in.

Fuxian then looked at herself with pity. "This body is too full of flaws… sigh."

This clone wouldn't last long. When the Yang Energy of the seven people she just killed gets exhausted, this body would rot. It would die.

"Well, my efforts at mixing Yin and Yang to create the best body was a failure. So this clone is also a waste. Maybe I should try something else next time."

She had more clones, though, so it was all right.

"But that kid…"

She vanished.

Choi Sung stopped in his tracks and turned to see a demonic young man straight beside him. The young man leaked black smoke from his body, abyss-like eyes staring curiously.

"If you had obediently used your powers to help me escape, I might have not lost this clone," she said in a seductive, feminine voice.

"Who are you?" Choi Sung asked, sweat beading down his back.

"Haven't you heard? I am death."

Choi Sung wanted to run but suddenly, his face changed. A hand touched his spine and bone-chilling coldness exploded into his body. So cold.

"It's not ice power," he said in pain. He had Ice Resistance, how could Ice be this chilly? Or was Fuxian just too strong?

"Of course, this is Yin power. You are cute, so I don't want to kill you. So take this as big sister's gift. A very, very amusing gift."

With that, the woman vanished into black smoke. But the black smoke didn't scatter and entered inside Choi Sung, and he struggled to breathe as the deathly cold pierced into him.

He was completely inundated by it in seconds, falling unconscious.

…

Hours later.

Choi Sung opened his eyes, feeling his heart thrum in his chest. He sat up, cold sweat beading down his back.

"Where am I?" he said, but then froze.

Is that… my voice?

He stood up groggily and made blue fire appear out of his palm. The fire blasted out of his palm slowly and bathed a nearby tree in its chilling breath. It turned the tree into ice—reflective ice. Choi Sung groggily looked at his reflection and his face… paled.

He looked beautiful. Too beautiful for a man. A thin and seductive figure, long black hair, and beautiful blue eyes. His chest was abundant too, with pink flesh at its tips. Being naked after the black smoke melted his clothes, he could also see how pale and beautiful his skin itself looked.

Feminine, too.

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He looked down at his manhood and his face paled further. There was no manhood in his body. There was something else. Something that defined femininity.

"I… I fucking became a woman?"

He, Choi Sung,the criminal who had helped a Demon conquer a whole world, became a woman after he was transported to another world.

And he himself was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Choi Sung felt like crying.

Using his Mindpower, he turned the fire hot and removed all the ice around. He didn't want someone to notice him. He ambled down the mountain with a blank face. There was a city below, he had to reach there and… and do something.

Who was that woman? Fuxian? Is this her deed? Why?

He wished the Scientist—Yuri—was around. That woman was smart, she could have helped him sort out this… mess. Suddenly, he felt a clamping pain in his stomach and leaned against a tree.

What is it now?

He was bleeding.

"You gotta be kidding me!"

Pe–Periods?

Even Hunters—Female Hunters—rarely went through that and he was going through that for real. Choi Sung dug his hands into the ground and screamed, "Fuxian, I will kill you!"