The Mutation of Nie Qinglan

The Hundred Ghosts Sect.

In a dimly lit room, Mo Gu gazed into the mirror.

With a tap of his finger, an image emerged from the reflective surface.

The image was blurry, its details indistinct, revealing only the vague outline of a tall figure.

Yet, the oppressive aura of mystery emanating from it could be felt even across time and space.

"I pay my respects to my lord."

Mo Gu bowed deeply, his expression filled with utmost reverence.

"Mo Gu, it's been fifty years since we last met, hasn't it?"

A hoarse voice echoed through the mirror before asking, "How have things been progressing?"

Mo Gu replied solemnly, "Chi Xiao is dead."

"Dead? Well, dead is dead. This world is starved of spiritual energy, making it difficult to wield true power. But for him to perish here... what a pity."

The aged voice carried a trace of melancholy before turning serious. "The current mission is to capture the Third Princess of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom as quickly as possible."

Mo Gu's lips curled into a helpless smile.

Ziyue was in An Yi's hands, but there was nothing he could do about it.

After the Asura Sect defeated the Celestial Hall, they seized their base and claimed it as their own.

Now, with an army of elite warriors and countless Void Realm experts, along with territorial control and ample resources, the Asura Sect had grown into a world-class organization.

Demanding someone back from them wasn't as simple as asking.

In contrast, the Hundred Ghosts Sect was in dire straits.

Of the Four Great Demon Halls, Chi Xiao was dead, Zi Xin was missing, and the remaining two were still wandering abroad.

As for the two supreme beings above them—well, it was better not to mention them.

The Eight Immortals had been whittled down to two or three, and even those remaining were only at the Transforming Strength level.

Mo Gu was truly a skilled housewife with no rice to cook—utterly powerless.

With such meager strength, forget about challenging the Asura Sect—An Yi alone could tear this wretched place apart.

The aged voice continued, "Don’t worry. I’ve already sent reinforcements. For now, lay low. No matter the cost, we must secure the Third Princess of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom."

"My lord, something about this feels... off."

Without hesitation, Mo Gu recounted the matter involving An Yi.

The image fell silent for a moment before murmuring, "Do you have a portrait of this man?"

Mo Gu plucked a photograph from a drawing board and held it up for display.

The moment the image caught sight of the handsome young man with a mischievous grin in the photo, it trembled as if seeing a ghost.

"An Yi?! How can it be him?! Didn’t he die long ago?!"

"My lord?"

Mo Gu, puzzled, spoke up.

The figure in the mirror steadied himself, regaining composure before saying calmly, "Do not act rashly. I’ve arranged for two guests to assist you. Take care of them. The time has come."

Gradually, the mirror's surface returned to normal, and the image vanished.

Mo Gu stroked his mustache, his emerald eyes deep in thought.

"Guests?"

Just then, two slender figures emerged from the mirror.

"Why did you send us here?!"

"I don’t know."

Upon seeing them clearly, Mo Gu was stunned.

Both appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen—a boy and a girl.

The boy had snow-white hair and wore pristine white robes.

The girl had jet-black hair and was clad in dark attire.

Their features were exquisitely beautiful, flawless beyond reproach.

But what truly shocked Mo Gu was the pair of sharp, pointed horns atop their heads.

"Demons?"

Moreover, their strength was unfathomable—even his discerning eyes couldn’t gauge their cultivation level.

"Brother, this place is so shabby."

The girl wrinkled her delicate nose as she surveyed the surroundings.

The boy nodded in agreement. "Indeed. Compared to Father’s palace, this dump is pathetically small."

Spotting Mo Gu, the girl raised her chin haughtily. "Hey, old man, got anything fun around here?"

Mo Gu smiled faintly. "Of course, honored young guests."

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Daxia, Yunzhou.

"Little sister, what’s your name?"

Nie Qinglan asked curiously.

"Ah-bah ah-bah."

Ziyue, unable to understand her, pretended to be mute.

Xiao Ye was heading to the Underworld and couldn’t leave Ziyue alone in the capital, so he followed An Yi’s suggestion and sent her here.

Nie Qinglan frowned, studying Ziyue with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Where did this little girl come from?

She was short—even shorter than Nie Qinglan, standing at around 5'2".

But she was undeniably cute, radiating a doll-like charm.

This triggered Nie Qinglan’s vigilance.

One loli was enough! This girl might threaten her position in An Yi’s heart.

She wasn’t being paranoid—after all, Nie Qinglan spotted the same black stockings. A clear sign of An Yi’s... peculiar tastes.

Still, she had the upper hand. In terms of looks, Nie Qinglan was clearly superior. An Yi was notoriously picky about appearances.

And most importantly—she had a C-cup!

An Yi didn’t like flat-chested girls!

With that thought, Nie Qinglan puffed out her chest proudly and smirked.

Ziyue yawned, bored.

Though she couldn’t understand Nie Qinglan’s words, she could sense the girl’s affection for An Yi.

The bedroom was plastered with his photos.

"I’ll get you some snacks. Wait here."

Nie Qinglan spoke without caring whether Ziyue understood.

Suddenly, her heart clenched.

An indescribable pain surged through her, turning her face deathly pale.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Ziyue rushed over to support her.

"It... hurts..."

Nie Qinglan gasped, her body radiating a faint cyan glow.

"Wind spiritual energy?!"

Ziyue’s eyes widened in shock.

Weren’t people in this world supposed to lack spiritual veins? How could she possess this power?

A violent gale erupted.

Sensing danger, Ziyue leaped back. The gust tore off her hood, revealing a pair of fluffy cat ears.

The wind howled. Ziyue’s fingers sharpened into claws, digging into the floor to avoid being swept away.

The room was thrown into chaos.

Bang!

A sharp sound!

Nie Qinglan’s clothes split open at the back, exposing smooth, fair skin—

And a pair of pristine white wings unfurling slowly.

Ziyue gaped in disbelief.

For some reason, she sensed a familiar aura from Nie Qinglan.

Was she... also a beastkin?

As the wind subsided, Nie Qinglan stared at her wings in shock.

"Wings?!"

She had wings?!

As a child, she’d fantasized about soaring through the skies with her own pair.

But that was just a dream. Seeing them now left her utterly dumbfounded.

"This... this is so cool!"

Nie Qinglan flushed with excitement.

For a rebellious, slightly chuunibyou girl, what could be more thrilling than suddenly gaining superpowers?

"I can fly!"

Eager to test her new ability, she flung open the window—only to trip over the sill and plummet headfirst from the second floor.

"Waaah—!"

Ziyue: "..."