Delicate and Tempting

Yan Yun had a nearly independent living space within the Jiang family. As long as she didn’t leave her residence, she rarely had visitors.

Oh, right! There was one person in the Yan family who truly cared about her: her second brother, Yan Kun. He was the first to visit her after she married into the Jiang family.

Yan Yun was initially touched, realizing that apart from her mother, someone else in the Yan family cared about her.

However, Yan Kun’s first words to her nearly drove her mad with frustration.

Whenever Yan Kun visited, he always mocked Yan Yun. She had grown accustomed to it.

Perhaps this was a brother’s way of showing concern for a younger sibling.

In both the Yan and Jiang families, Yan Yun was merely a decorative item and a tool.

She was rarely informed about significant family matters.

Despite the frustration, this situation suited Yan Yun’s current circumstances.

Gradually, both the Jiang and Yan families almost forgot they had a daughter-in-law and son, respectively.

The rivalry between the Jiang-Yan alliance and the Zhou-Song alliance began the day after Jiang Yao left Qingfeng City.

The Zhou family suddenly launched a massive promotional campaign, announcing that their dan drugstore offered high-quality, affordable cultivation dan drugs in a wide variety.

This announcement immediately captured a significant portion of the Jiang-Yan alliance’s dan drug market, though it wouldn’t collapse in the short term.

However, if they couldn’t find a solution, the Zhou-Song alliance might take over their entire market within three years.

As for Su Muyu, who had gone to Yunhua Sect, she received special attention and training from the sect upon arrival.

Every month, she sent items through the Jiang family to Yan Yun, including dan drugs to improve her health and money.

Jiang Yao also frequently sent spiritual stones to Yan Yun.

Yan Yun lived a carefree life in the Jiang family, focused solely on her cultivation.

During this dedicated cultivation period, she unknowingly grew up.

The most noticeable change was in her chest, which grew noticeably larger over time, transitioning from a slight protrusion to a fully developed bust in just half a year.

Her height also increased from around 1.4 meters to 1.65 meters during this half-year, after which it stabilized.

However, her growth didn’t stop; it merely shifted to other parts of her body.

In Yan Yun’s eyes, a girl’s development was a bizarre and intense process.

Having experienced male puberty in her past life, she found this transformation even more pronounced.

Before her development, her physique was similar to a man’s. Afterward, her waist became slimmer, her hips wider, and her figure more slender and graceful.

The visual impact was so intense that Yan Yun felt her nerves were constantly on edge, as if something was profoundly wrong with her body.

This conflict arose from the clash between her male mindset and her female form.

Decades of male self-perception made it difficult to immediately align with her current body.

Because she was so focused on her physical changes, Yan Yun felt increasing shame and discomfort.

If Jiang Yao had been by her side, she might have accepted these changes more quickly.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yao was absent, leaving Yan Yun to overcome her psychological pressures alone.

Meanwhile, Yan Yun’s poison cultivation made significant progress.

In just three months, she advanced from the initial stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm to the small success stage.

With adequate toxin absorption, her cultivation speed was remarkably fast.

Theoretically, Yan Yun could have broken through to the Void Realm, but Yan Lingyun advised against it.

She suggested that Yan Yun should at least reach the large success stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm before considering the next breakthrough.

Yan Yun agreed and even believed she should perfect each realm before advancing.

She cherished this rare opportunity to cultivate and didn’t want to fall behind others.

Moreover, she had a feeling that her future wouldn’t be smooth, given that her cultivation method was inherently a source of trouble.

Therefore, building a strong foundation was crucial.

One year later, when Yan Yun was thirteen, she had completely transformed into a young woman.

Inside her residence, a graceful girl with long, waist-length black hair stood before a mirror, having just removed two silk belts from her body.

Her face was flushed with embarrassment, and she couldn’t bear to look at her own reflection, especially her impressive chest.

In just one year, her external changes were so dramatic that she was unrecognizable.

‘Damn, is this body too attractive? How am I supposed to face people now?’ Yan Yun muttered, unable to look at herself without imagining various scenarios.

She had a classic hourglass figure, which maximized feminine allure, but she would need to disguise herself carefully when meeting others.

For instance, she would need to bind her chest and waist to conceal her true form.

Her figure was so distinctly female that male attire couldn’t conceal it, but she had to admit that her body aligned with human aesthetics.

‘Haha, kid, isn’t this exactly the ‘mature woman’ beauty you’ve been talking about?’ Yan Lingyun teased.

Yan Yun sighed weakly.

‘Eh, this must be a case of ‘appearance follows the heart.’ I must have subconsciously preferred this body type, and now it’s become a reality.

I just hope Jiang Yao doesn’t find me too ugly when she returns.’

Yan Yun’s voice had taken on a soft, melodic quality, quite different from her previous childish tone.

Listening to her speak was soothing and relaxing.

After her sigh, Yan Yun walked to the bath and immersed herself in the water, finding it more pleasant than when she was male.

She now understood why Jiang Yao enjoyed bathing so much; a woman’s skin was truly like silk.

Soaking in the warm water was incredibly relaxing.

‘Small one, here’s a suggestion: try to get a disguise artifact to hide your true form. Otherwise, you won’t be able to keep this up for long,’ Yan Lingyun advised.

Yan Yun had been considering this as well, as she found the tight bindings uncomfortable.

‘Tomorrow, I’ll visit the Qianjin Pavilion to see if they have any such artifacts. I want to free my chest,’ Yan Yun replied lazily.

After her bath, she took a poison dan and rested.

Her poison cultivation didn’t require active practice; the toxins would gradually be absorbed by her body.

The next morning, Yan Yun sneakily left the Jiang family and entered a hidden area outside, emerging as a silver-haired, violet-eyed woman in a white dress.

Wearing female attire now felt different from a year ago. Passersby looked at her with a mixture of desire and admiration.

Mature Yan Yun exuded an irresistible allure, or perhaps it was her captivating figure that drew such attention.

‘What a beautiful girl, she looks like she’d make a great wife,’ a female vendor remarked as Yan Yun passed by her stall.

The compliment made Yan Yun want to flee in embarrassment.

For her, the male identity was the constraint, and donning female attire felt like liberation for both her mind and body.

Over the years, she had frequently worn female attire to purchase herbal ingredients for her poison concoctions.

With practice, she grew accustomed to it.

Moreover, she needed an independent identity, one unrelated to the Yan family.

She had taken the name ‘Ziyun,’ reflecting her activation of the poison cultivation, which made her radiate like a vibrant purple gem.

She would eventually need a separate identity, untethered from the Yan family.

Soon, she arrived at the Qianjin Pavilion, but as she entered, she was startled to see her detested second brother, Yan Kun.

Yan Kun also spotted her, and their eyes met.

‘Weird, she looks familiar,’ Yan Kun murmured, watching her approach a display of magical items.

Yan Yun felt a prickling sensation, as if someone were staring at her intensely.

‘Damn, of all people, why did I have to run into this pest? I hope he doesn’t recognize me,’ Yan Yun thought, praying silently.

In the Yan family, only Su Muyu knew her as well as Yan Kun did, so her fear of being recognized was understandable.