“A… a girl’s name?!” Mu Yanxin was startled, forcing a dry laugh as he said, “T-that’s not really necessary, is it? My current name is enough, I don’t need a girl’s name.”
“How can that do? Anyone can tell at a glance that your name is a man’s! Do you still want people to know you used to be a man? Some demonic cultivators just have a thing for that, you know.” Mother smirked mischievously.
Mu Yanxin broke out in goosebumps the moment he heard this. Cultivators tended to live very long lives, and with long lives came unusual hobbies. He’d even heard of those with a fondness for men or even eunuchs.
Though he wasn’t a eunuch now—he’d completely become a girl—it was entirely possible there were demonic cultivators out there who’d be even more excited after knowing he used to be a man, thinking it was better that way. What’s more, his current body really could be used for Yin-harvesting cultivation.
At that thought, Mu Yanxin completely gave up resisting and let his mother drag him out of the fitting room, still wearing the last outfit he’d tried on—that Future-Style Silver Tight Leather Suit.
“Look at your obedient daughter, isn’t she adorable?” Mother brought Mu Yanxin over to his father, extending her hand in a gesture of introduction. Mu Yanxin shrank back shyly, still not used to wearing women’s clothes.
A flash of amazement and infatuation passed through Father’s eyes. He couldn’t help but sigh, “So beautiful…”
“Hey! She’s your daughter! Not long ago she was your son! Don’t get any funny ideas,” Mother scolded angrily, though it sounded half like a joke.
Father snapped out of it instantly, showing a sheepish expression. “It was just a passing moment, she looks so much like you that I couldn’t help myself.”
Once Mu Yanxin put on women’s clothes, her beauty was fully revealed. The streamlined silver battle suit complemented her long silver-white hair perfectly.
Because her features had been kept mostly the same during the transformation, she looked very much like her mother.
Yet Mu Yanxin’s apparent age actually seemed a little older than her mother’s. If they stood side by side, they’d really look like sisters—one an older, silver-haired beauty.
No wonder Father had been so entranced—who wouldn’t be bewildered by that?
Mu Yanxin could only feel helpless. In the cultivation world, practitioners maintained their youth and lived so long that sometimes seniors and juniors with huge age gaps became lovers.
There were even more outrageous cases—sometimes even involving descendants.
She’d once heard a story back in the Magnificent Truth Sect. One elder’s young son suddenly took a liking to a female disciple of the sect—by all accounts, a petite and delicate little girl.
The elder scolded him fiercely. After all, any girl that young cultivating in the Magnificent Truth Sect was probably the daughter of another elder or a direct disciple.
Chasing after her at such a young age would be mortifying for him if the news got out.
In the end, when he went to meet this “little girl,” he found out she was actually his great-great-great-grandmother—one of the last remaining Ancestors of the Magnificent Truth Sect.
She’d outlived several Dao Companions, practicing the Sword of Passion, remarrying each time.
Who could have predicted that this time, the old cow would end up munching grass from her own great-great-great-great-grandson?
That was the story of the little-girl Ancestor Mu Yanxin had remembered before, and it was just a misunderstanding.
There were also real cases of relatives getting together—cultivators did as they pleased, and when it was an Ancestor, you didn’t even have the right to object.
So, Father being a little bit infatuated with her was understandable… right? At least, that was how Mu Yanxin saw it.