Permanent Transformation Pill, Su Mianmian's Heart Flutter

When Ye Qing woke up, he found himself tightly bound in a police station.

"What’s going on? How did I—"

Ye Qing struggled violently, only to realize in horror that the chains restraining his hands and feet were forged from thousand-year-old mystic iron.

Chains made of such material could suppress cultivation. Even a Grandmaster would find it impossible to break free, let alone a minor Master like him!

Ye Qing’s face paled. Just then, several officers walked in and began interrogating him.

"You assaulted military personnel, committing crimes against national security, along with intentional bodily harm, illegal border crossing, and deliberate sabotage of military communications... Combined, these offenses will land you 25 years in prison."

Ye Qing’s legs nearly gave out from fear. All his earlier arrogance had vanished.

He had just escaped from an otherworldly immortal prison—only to be thrown behind bars again?

Was his entire life destined to revolve around prisons?

No—

Ye Qing was desperate. In the immortal prison, he had endured relentless training from 18 masters, practicing countless abilities day and night. Twenty years of relentless cultivation had finally allowed him to master their skills.

Those twenty years... had nearly driven him mad!

After finally stepping into the mortal world, barely enjoying a few days of freedom... and now he was going back to prison?

He would lose his mind for sure.

"Listen to me, I have my reasons—I’m a victim too!"

But clearly, no one was interested in his excuses.

...

"Pfft—"

When Jiang Che heard the news of Ye Qing’s imprisonment, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Ye Qing was just too ridiculous.

Even more of a troublemaker than Lin Yu back in the day!

Sure, Lin Yu was a country bumpkin, but at least he never picked fights with the military. Ye Qing, on the other hand... managed to break the law four times in just a few days, dancing recklessly on the edge of legality.

Ye Qing might seem intimidating, but in reality, he was just a small fry. His so-called 18 masters were nothing more than a gimmick.

In a typical urban fantasy novel, those masters wouldn’t even make an appearance until at least a thousand chapters in.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Ye Qing... I’ll gladly take your treasures for myself."

Jiang Che let out a sinister chuckle.

"Mmm~~~"

Beside him, Su Mianmian—now in human form—squirmed restlessly, nuzzling her head against Jiang Che’s chest.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a radiant glow on her snow-white hair. Her adorable cat ears twitched, and her tail swayed occasionally. Her sleeping face was unbearably cute, even drooling a little at the corner of her lips.

Jiang Che glanced at the catgirl and licked his lips.

No wonder so many people were furries. What man could resist a girl like this?

To avoid any mishaps, Jiang Che had used three Transformation Pills!

The ingredients for these pills were all high-grade, with medicinal herbs aged at least three hundred years, ensuring their potency was extraordinary.

On average, each pill lasted about five hours.

3 × 5 = ?

Either way, Jiang Che was thoroughly satisfied.

"Haaah—"

Su Mianmian stretched lazily, her heterochromatic eyes blinking open with drowsy charm. She looked like a beauty straight out of an anime.

"Differentiate a 3D girlfriend, get three 2D girlfriends!"

Though he didn’t have three, Su Mianmian in her transformed state was easily worth three, given how stunning she was.

"Hiya~" Su Mianmian yawned before clinging to Jiang Che’s arm, as clingy as any house cat.

Jiang Che simply ruffled her silky hair—soft as water, with an almost addictive texture.

"Jiang Che, you’re such a dog. Can’t even spare a cute little kitten like me~"

Su Mianmian grumbled.

"Thanks for the compliment. I’ve always been a dog."

Every protagonist he’d ever screwed over could attest to that.

"By the way, Mianmian, your heat cycle should be over by now, right?"

After all, three Transformation Pills’ worth of time—even a goddess wouldn’t last!

Su Mianmian nodded slightly, her voice barely a whisper.

"Jiang Che... I think my transformation’s about to wear off."

She sounded uneasy. Truthfully, being in human form had been intoxicating. Greed was a human trait, and she was no exception.

After experiencing transformation a few times, reverting back to an ordinary cat was a psychological blow she wasn’t ready for. The thought alone made her chest ache.

"Ah—"

Jiang Che sighed dramatically. He had one fatal flaw—he couldn’t stand seeing women upset, especially his own.

Sure, he could keep stringing Su Mianmian along with temporary Transformation Pills.

Want to transform? Better work for it~

But in the long run, temporary solutions weren’t sustainable.

"Mianmian, I actually have a way to make your transformation permanent."

The moment the words left his mouth, a warm, fragrant body crashed into his arms.

"Really???"

Su Mianmian’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Her silvery-white hair cascaded down, partially veiling her smooth shoulders.

At this point, she was already Jiang Che’s woman. And from what she knew of him, while he might be a shameless pervert, he was also unbelievably doting toward those he cared about.

"It’s not too difficult. I have the recipe for a Permanent Transformation Pill, and I can craft it..."

"But—"

"But what?" Su Mianmian pressed eagerly.

"It requires ten-thousand-year-old ingredients—ginseng, fleeceflower root, vermilion fruit... Each of these is a priceless, legendary treasure."

Su Mianmian’s excitement deflated instantly, her shoulders slumping in disappointment.

"Mianmian, I’ve almost gathered everything. Just cost a bit of money. Was going to surprise you, but since you’re so upset, I’ll tell you early."

Jiang Che was a master at playing the long game.

By exaggerating the rarity of the ingredients (they were only thousand-year-old, not ten-thousand), he ensured she’d feel indebted.

And his smooth-talking turned that guilt into affection, binding her closer to him.

Su Mianmian wasn’t stupid. She could see through his scheme—his blatant, open manipulation.

But she couldn’t resist.

Even knowing it was a trap, she willingly fell deeper.

Of course, Jiang Che wasn’t lying. He could make the Permanent Transformation Pill.

The herbs in his spirit field were nearing a thousand years of age. Once they matured fully, he’d be able to refine the pill for her.

At a thousand years, these plants were no longer mere herbs—they became spirit medicines.

Like his thousand-year-old vermilion fruit tree, its produce was practically a spiritual fruit already.

The permanent Shapeshifting Elixir refined from millennium-old medicinal herbs was no ordinary transformation pill—it more closely resembled an Enlightenment Pill.

After feeding it to Su Mianmian, she essentially ascended into a spiritual beast, gaining not only the ability to freely shapeshift into human form but also the capacity to cultivate like a human.

With that, wouldn’t the good times roll in?

Jiang Che couldn’t help but feel thrilled at the thought—not only could he pet a cat, but now he could also pamper a catgirl. Just imagining it sent a jolt of excitement through him.