Becoming a Little Wolf Girl

What felt most wrong was the hair on her own face now brushing against her cheek…

Wrong. This was nine-tenths wrong, if not more!

Lu Qiancha intended to reach up and touch her hair… huh?! Where was her hand?!

What met her eyes was not a familiar human hand, but a paw covered in aquamarine fur, as if she were wearing a clawed glove.

Her arm, however, was smooth and fair… strange, when did her skin become so pale?

“What’s going on?” Lu Qiancha asked in confusion, and the next moment, she immediately clamped the paw over her mouth.

‘Wait, is this my voice?’

Feeling the furry texture against her lips, Lu Qiancha felt her world spin. What kind of cosmic pit had she fallen into!

The giant wolf was also utterly astonished.

Its eyes darted around, and after a flash of light, it transformed into a human form.

She wore a tailored, ice-blue dress embroidered with patterns of fierce snowflakes.

The charm in her eyes and brows was a striking seven or eight parts similar to the face Lu Qiancha now possessed—only more mature, more majestic, like an older, fully-developed version of Lu Qiancha.

“Oh, my. How unexpected.”

Xun Xue’s red lips parted slightly, her eyes filled with irrepressible amusement.

She scooped the stiff little wolf cub into her arms. “My name is Xun Xue. From now on, you will be my daughter. How about it?”

After speaking, Xun Xue nuzzled the pair of small, aquamarine wolf ears with extreme intimacy.

“Who wants to be your daughter!”

Lu Qiancha pushed Xun Xue away with all her might, her expression twisting with anger.

“Hmph.”

Xun Xue hummed lightly, completely unbothered by the futile struggles of the “cub” in her arms.

Instead, she freed a hand and, with a doting air, gently pinched one of Lu Qiancha’s soft cheeks, which was puffed out in anger, with her long, cool fingers.

“Don’t be in such a hurry to refuse~”

She winked with her ice-blue eyes, which were so similar to Lu Qiancha’s, her tone carrying a natural pride and allure.

“My family is the renowned ‘Ice-Rending Snow Wolf Royal Clan,’ a sole power that dominates a vast region of the Northern Frostplains! With me as your mother… and you as my daughter, you will not be wronged in the slightest, be it in status, inheritance, or resources~”

“I don’t want to!”

Lu Qiancha leaped out of Xun Xue’s embrace with all her strength, landing on the ground with a thud and rolling twice.

She didn’t even dare to look back!

She paid no mind to the wolf fur now covered in dead leaves and grass, nor to the wolf tail that stood up uncontrollably like a little broom due to her agitation.

All that remained was a panicked, pale-blue afterimage that quickly vanished into the shadows.

In the center of the dense forest.

Xun Xue still stood in the same spot, her posture as elegant as ever, but the expression on her face had become extremely playful.

She did not give chase, only watching quietly and with great interest as the small figure disappeared into the depths of the sea of trees.

“Demonic sword! Get out here!”

Lu Qiancha practically roared in her mind.

Her voice carried a mix of shame, anger, and helplessness.

She looked down at her reflection in the stream—a beautiful face, yet clearly juvenile, even with a hint of baby fat… all of it made her feel incredibly uncomfortable.

“What’s all the shouting about!”

Can Xin’s lazy voice, tinged with the impatience of being disturbed, sounded slowly in her sea of consciousness.

“What’s with all the panic? And besides, I have a name, you know. Call me Lord Can Xin…”

Can Xin paused after speaking. Seeing Lu Qiancha’s current appearance, she burst out laughing internally.

“Pfft-hahahahaha! This look of yours… hahaha… it’s strangely cute! Really! Like a little wolf cub that just learned how to shapeshift!”

“The name Lu Qiancha is too cold and hard; it doesn’t match your current dazed and bristling appearance at all! How about we call you… hmm… Little Qiancha? Yes, yes, Little Qiancha, how fitting! Soft and sweet, with a hint of black tea’s bitterness. A perfect match for this little ‘angry but dare not speak’ look of yours!”

“Isn’t this all your fault!”

Lu Qiancha… no, she should be called Lu Qiancha now.

She was like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, so angry she almost jumped.

“If I didn’t have a magical robe in my storage ring that changes with my body shape, I wouldn’t even have clothes to wear right now!”

“Relax, relax. Isn’t this quite good for you?”

Can Xin’s tone was light and utterly perfunctory.

“Your body’s strength is more than ten times greater than that old bean sprout of yours! Your affinity for spiritual energy, especially for the water and ice elements, has risen several levels! Not to mention… you can now initially use the innate combat skills of this Ice-Rending Wolf King, ‘Frost Claw’ and ‘Ice Prism Step’!”

Her voice carried a disdainful tone, as if to say, ‘You don’t know what’s good for you.’

“Countless people would sharpen their heads, dreaming of such a one-step-to-the-heavens opportunity of bloodline fusion, and you’re being picky? You’re blessed but don’t even know it!”

“…I’d rather not have it.”

Lu Qiancha said this and then slumped dejectedly onto a rock by the stream like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

Her delicate face was buried in the crook of her arm, her voice muffled and filled with intense disappointment and resentment. “How can I return to the sect looking like this?”

“Isn’t that simple? Just slap on an illusion talisman and put on a little disguise.”

Can Xin said.

“Easier said than done. My master is proficient in the art of seeing through illusions. If I stand before her, I’m afraid she’ll see through it with a single glance…”

Lu Qiancha gazed up at the sky, a sense of despair in her heart.

Losing one’s life was just another way of dying, wasn’t it?

“Heh, an ant is an ant. No matter how cute you look, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re stupid.”

Can Xin chuckled mockingly, then spoke again. “If you call me master, I suppose I could teach you my exclusive illusion technique.”

“Master!”

Without hesitation, Lu Qiancha spoke immediately, a completely different person from the self-pitying little wolf-girl of a moment ago.

“…I’ll give you credit for being sensible.”

Can Xin was stunned for a moment, her voice carrying a trace of chagrin as if she’d just been choked, but it quickly returned to that lazy, in-control tone.

“Since you’ve so sincerely become my disciple, I can’t let my little apprentice down… can I?”

The next moment, a torrent of cold, profound, yet incredibly intricate and obscure information flooded directly into the depths of Lu Qiancha’s soul!

It was no longer a voice, but a pure imprint of knowledge!

A supreme secret art of flesh reconstruction, aura simulation, and even, to a certain extent, deceiving heavenly providence—the “Myriad Phantoms Mirage Art”!

“This art was created by me back when I observed the secrets of the mirage,” Can Xin’s tone held a hint of subtle pride.

“It’s not a simple illusion, but one that uses the fundamental principles of the mirage dragon as its core, combining the subtleties of spatial distortion and spiritual mechanism simulation to achieve a temporary deception at the most fundamental level. Cultivate it to its depths, and even if you stand before a Celestial Immortal, as long as you don’t actively reveal your essential power, he will only be able to ‘see’ the most reasonable image within his ‘cognition’!”

Lu Qiancha’s mind reeled, instantly immersing herself in the information of this profound and unfathomable art.

Her face flickered between shock, ecstasy, and deep disbelief!

This technique… it was exquisitely ingenious! Far beyond any shapeshifting or illusion arts she had ever known!

However, just as she was engrossed in it, a powerful and irresistible will took control of her body’s movements!

“Alright, first step, focus your mind and sense the subtle flow of spiritual energy in every inch of your new body…”

Can Xin began to instruct, her tone playful.

“Tsk, this little body of yours is much better to control than the old one. Second step, visualize the appearance of the Lu Qiancha you want to change back into… yes, that unremarkable bean sprout look, remember every detail… The third and most important step, circulate the ‘Myriad Phantoms Mirage Art’ and guide the power of your bloodline to simulate…”

Lu Qiancha focused completely, channeling the technique with all her might, mobilizing the vast and unfamiliar power of the demon wolf bloodline within her according to Can Xin’s guidance.

Spiritual light began to flow, condense, and outline her form…

And finally, it settled into silence.

Lu Qiancha looked at the reflection in the stream and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although her proficiency with the technique was far from perfect, the version of herself she had simulated was basically identical to her previous appearance.

Even if someone noticed something was off, she could probably bluff her way through it.

Dong—dang—

Melodious bell chimes drifted back and forth among the clouds.

In an inconspicuous corner of the Eastern Continent, a vast, shimmering formation, like an inverted glazed bowl, covered more than a dozen verdant peaks.

Nestled among those towering peaks was a somewhat “underdeveloped” short mountain.

Unlike the carved beams, painted rafters, flying eaves, and treasured pagodas found elsewhere in the sect, this mountaintop was simple and unadorned, with only three thatched huts and a few medicinal herb gardens next to them.

Lu Qiancha crept quietly towards one of the thatched huts, afraid of disturbing anything around her.

“Senior Brother Lu!”

A delicate and bright young girl fluttered to Lu Qiancha’s side like a little bird.

Lu Qiancha’s body stiffened for a moment. Upon recognizing the figure in the blue dress beside her, she relaxed. “Gan Tang, it’s you. Where’s Master?”

“Master had a breakthrough in her cultivation and has gone into seclusion. Honestly, where have you been these past few days? You didn’t reply to any of the messages I sent to your Jade Signet. I was worried sick.”

Gan Tang’s fine brows furrowed slightly, her words full of concern.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I just took on a sect mission and was in a bit of a hurry, so I didn’t check my Jade Signet much.”

Lu Qiancha laughed it off. Looking at the exquisite young girl before her, she silently breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed her disguise hadn’t been seen through.

‘But Master is in seclusion… that means her Immortal Ascension Tribulation is coming.’

“Master’s foundation is still too weak. With her seven mortal souls damaged… I’m afraid she’ll have trouble surviving the heavenly tribulation for immortality.”

Lu Qiancha murmured, staring at the distant thatched hut for several seconds.

“Hm? Senior Brother, what are you muttering about?”

Gan Tang asked with some confusion.

“Nothing, just thinking about some things.”

Lu Qiancha shook her head. She would worry about their master’s affairs alone; there was no need to make her junior sister anxious.

“Hmph, you smelly senior brother, you didn’t reply at all while you were on your mission. I… I thought something had happened to you!”

Gan Tang’s voice held an undeniable hint of a sob. Just then, a large hand gently ruffled her head.

“Senior Brother…”

Gan Tang looked up, a bright light flashing in her eyes.

“Don’t worry, isn’t your senior brother standing right here, perfectly fine?”

Lu Qiancha’s gentle voice slowly soothed Gan Tang’s heart, but at the same time, it gave rise to a strange question in her mind—
‘Senior Brother’s hand… why does it feel furry?’

‘If I had to describe it, it’s a bit like the paw of that little civet cat down the mountain…’