Chapter 117: Turned Into a Woman!

Yang Ye thought he was dead.

As it turned out, he was not.

Naked, Yang Ye appeared in a pitch-black space. A cluster of red light was condensed within his chest. It had formed when he practiced dual cultivation with Long Xiaoqing. Yang Ye never expected that this cluster of light would one day save his life. He knew that his physical body had been destroyed; what existed in this void now was his consciousness. As for this black space, it must be the black hole within his body, for he could clearly sense its existence. A strange sensation emerged in his mind, and Yang Ye began to contemplate it quietly.

Suddenly, a blue light appeared before his eyes. Yang Ye focused his gaze. As his vision zoomed in rapidly, he realized it was Lan Xingchensha. The armor she had been wearing was gone, and she, too, was naked, her entire body emanating a faint blue glow. The space within the black hole did not harm Yang Ye’s body, but it was a different story for Lan Xingchensha. She was gritting her teeth, exerting all her star power to resist the tearing forces of the black hole.

"Where, where is this place!" When Yang Ye approached her, Lan Xingchensha also saw him and demanded through gritted teeth. Despite her calm expression, she was actually panic-stricken and filled with despair.

"Nice figure you've got there," Yang Ye chuckled.

Subjected to Yang Ye’s unscrupulous gaze, Lan Xingchensha felt a mix of shame and rage. She raised her hand and gestured, and a sword condensed from star power thrust toward Yang Ye. However, the moment the sword left her body by less than a meter, it was shredded to pieces by the tearing force of the black hole and vanished without a trace.

"Stop struggling. This is my world," Yang Ye sneered.

"This is a domain... No! Impossible! Only experts at the Star Sovereign realm can possess a domain. You are at most at the Star Master realm; you cannot possess a domain. And besides, you don't even have a physical body right now..." Lan Xingchensha said in an uncertain tone.

Yang Ye sneered but said nothing. Feeling her star power dissipating rapidly and fearing she wouldn't last much longer, Lan Xingchensha bit her lip. "Let me go! I can become your slave. You can do anything you want to me."

Yang Ye remained silent. A look of struggle appeared on Lan Xingchensha’s face. Finally, she said, "I can surrender my true soul."

"What is a true soul?" Yang Ye asked, somewhat curious.

"The true soul is the core of one's consciousness and the origin of life. It can leave the body and the consciousness to be controlled by others. But if the true soul is extinguished, its owner will die, no matter how far away they are..." After she finished, she frowned, and a red light emerged from the center of her forehead, condensing into a ball the size of a fingertip.

"Is this the true soul?" Yang Ye looked at the small red light with suspicion, then glanced at his own chest. It looked somewhat similar! At this moment, Lan Xingchensha was filled with expectation, hoping Yang Ye would take the true soul and let her go. In reality, this was not her true soul, but that of one of her subordinates.

Yang Ye had no intention of letting Lan Xingchensha go. With a flick of his finger, the small ball of red light hovering before her dissipated into nothingness.

Outside, a throat-wrenching cry echoed. A figure in black robes appeared, eyes wide, head lolling to the side, and then his stiff body collapsed to the ground. Long Xiaoqing flashed forward and tore out the practitioner’s heart. But this time, there was no drop of red blood inside the heart. Long Xiaoqing was very surprised. She discarded the shattered heart, moved in a blur, and threw a punch. With a loud boom, another black-robed figure was blasted out. The strange formation set up by the seven people finally collapsed after two of them were killed. The revealed black-robed figure was no match for Long Xiaoqing and was quickly slain.

Inside the dark space, when all seven subordinates died, Lan Xingchensha naturally sensed it. If a true soul is destroyed, the corresponding practitioner dies. Conversely, if the practitioner dies, the true soul ceases to exist. Lan Xingchensha had brought eight subordinates with her, along with eight true souls. Now, there were no other true souls in her body besides her own. Even if there were, she knew it would be useless to offer them.

"You said you didn't know what a true soul was; how did you see through it?" Looking at Yang Ye’s mocking, infuriating expression, Lan Xingchensha asked through gritted teeth.

Yang Ye shook his head. "Of course I didn't know! Because I never intended to let you live."

Hearing this, Lan Xingchensha’s eyes dimmed. She was truly in despair now. In these few moments, she had already exhausted ninety percent of her star power and would likely not last another three minutes. Yet, she continued to struggle. Life was precious, and she wanted to hold on until the very last second.

"Actually, I don't know how to let you go either," Yang Ye said truthfully, seeing her despondent look.

"Huh?" Lan Xingchensha was confused.

Yang Ye shook his head. He would not tell her about the black hole, even if he felt she was already doomed. Time passed with incredible speed. Suddenly, there was a sound of tearing. Lan Xingchensha could no longer hold on; her beautiful body was shredded, turning into a blue mist. Immediately, the mist vanished at an extreme speed.

Just then, a sound like a gust of wind echoed. Yang Ye felt his vision blur. When his sight cleared, he discovered he was back in the stone house. At that moment, Long Xiaoqing appeared at the doorway. Seeing Yang Ye, she narrowed her eyes and reached out to grab him, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

In that instant, Yang Ye was shocked. He didn't know why Long Xiaoqing would attack him. With a thought, he flashed away from his original spot.

"Xiaoqing!" Yang Ye called out. As the sound left his lips, he was horrified. He discovered that the voice coming from his mouth was that of a woman. It sounded exactly like Lan Xingchensha’s voice. Hearing 'Lan Xingchensha' call her 'Xiaoqing,' Long Xiaoqing frowned and stopped. This form of address was very familiar to her. In this world, no one else would address her with such a tone except Yang Ye.

"Damn it!" Yang Ye looked down. His chest was adorned with two mounds, and the sturdy parts below were gone. Seeing the storage ring on the ground, he beckoned it into his hand. With a thought, a mirror appeared in his grasp.

"Ah!" When he saw the person in the mirror, Yang Ye let out a cry of horror. In the mirror, it was Lan Xingchensha. What was going on?