338: Two beauties, captivating charm

Half a minute later, Xiao Si reviewed the energy fluctuation spectrum recorded by the system. “Host, the person who injured A-Yu might still be in the bar, just under a different identity.”

Shang Wan Ning paused her finger. “Heh, causing trouble on My territory right after waking up. Not even knowing how to keep a low profile, the audacity is truly astonishing.”

Chen Yu took the opportunity to burrow into the Empress’s arms, rubbing her swollen face against the chest. “Your Majesty, you must avenge Yu Yu~”

Shang Wan Ning reached out and flicked her on the forehead, using considerable force. “If you take advantage of Me again, I’ll toss you to Ling Xi for acupuncture practice.”

Chen Yu cried “Ow!” and covered her head, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes. “Wuwu, Your Majesty is the best.”

Shang Wan Ning didn’t pay any more attention to the White-Haired Loli’s pouting. Normally, she might soften, but given this current face, she decided against it.

She looked at Ling Qi. “Secretary-General, let’s go take a look together.”

Ling Qi nodded, instantly understanding.

Her right hand swiped across her Storage Ring, and the casual clothes on both of them instantly switched to identical black long dresses.

The neckline was cut sharply, exposing delicate collarbones. Their long hair was loosely pinned up, with a few strands falling by their cheeks. The sharpness in their eyes was concealed, leaving only a frigid aloofness that kept people a thousand miles away.

The mirror reflected two identical faces, with only the earrings being different: Shang Wan Ning wore silver starbursts on her left ear, and Ling Qi wore jade crescent moons on her right.

“Let’s go, Sister Ling.”

“Alright, Sister Shang.”

When the door to the Alluring Colors Bar was pushed open, the deafening music seemed to pause for half a beat.

Two figures entered against the light, their black long dresses trailing the ground, their steps synchronized. Their cold, aloof demeanor was like two snow-covered winter plum blossoms, piercing the sweet, cloying ambiguity of the bar.

The gyrating figures on the dance floor stopped. Even the bartender behind the counter ceased his movements, their gazes, whether obvious or subtle, glued to the two women.

“Newcomers? That aura is incredible.”

“Tsk, they don't look like easy targets!”

“Heh, you don't get it. A thorny black rose is much more exciting in bed.”

“Scram, scram, scram! Have you even looked in a mirror? Beauties should naturally be paired with beauties; that's where the real thrill is.”

“Exactly, exactly!”

Whispers mixed with the drum beats, but Shang Wan Ning and Ling Qi acted as if they hadn't heard, walking straight to a booth by the window and sitting down.

Not long after they sat down, a figure wearing a red slip dress approached.

The person had flowing curly hair and bright red lips, walking steadily and sexily on ten-centimeter heels, each step perfectly in rhythm.

She stopped beside the booth, her fingertips resting on the chair back. Her gaze circled their faces, and a playful smile curved her lips: “You two sisters look very unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?”

Shang Wan Ning looked up. “Yes.”

“My name is Red Candle.” The woman sat down naturally, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and poured half a glass for each of them.

“The rule here is that newcomers need a regular to show them around. Do you mind if I sit for a bit?”

Ling Qi picked up her glass and took a sip, lowering her eyelids to conceal the scrutiny in her eyes.

This woman had several obscure spells on her. Her Peak Sixth-rank cultivation was hidden well, but it couldn't deceive their senses.

Shang Wan Ning traced circles on the glass, her tone revealing neither pleasure nor anger. “Feel free.”

[Tsk, this deity from the Source Realm sure knows how to pick a body.]

[Peak Sixth-rank, daring to cause trouble on Yin Street. Not lacking in courage.]

Red Candle didn't notice anything unusual and continued talking about the bar's “curiosities.” She spoke of whose Succubus tail was the softest and which wine was the strongest, with subtle, suggestive teasing in her words.

Her eyes occasionally glanced toward Shang Wan Ning.

She controlled this body extremely well; the fingertips holding the glass exuded natural charm, showing no sign that she was an ancient relic who had just woken up from the Source Realm.

Shang Wan Ning responded vaguely while her divine sense connected to the System Mall.

[Searching: Gender Conversion Pills, irreversible by Peak Sixth-rank, duration twelve hours or more.]

A light screen popped up with four options:

Daughter Red (Special Edition): Forces a male user into female form, lasting twelve *shichen*. Cannot be reversed by anyone below Seventh-rank.

Price: 300,000 incense points.

Charm Spirit Gender Reversal Pill: Enhances charm ability after conversion but causes spiritual power disruption, lasting twenty-four *shichen*. Cannot be reversed by Peak Sixth-rank.

Price: 400,000 incense points.

Yin-Yang Reversal Pill: Allows reversible gender conversion. The user can revert naturally within three days after the first use. Cannot be forcibly reversed by Peak Sixth-rank.

Price: 500,000 incense points.

Seven-Day Reincarnation Powder: Forcibly maintains female form for seven days. High-level spells cannot be used during this period. Peak Sixth-rank cannot break the restriction.

Price: 600,000 incense points.

[Since this ancient relic likes role-playing, I want to see how long he can last.]

Shang Wan Ning scanned the options and tapped “Daughter Red.”

[This one is cheap, so I'll choose it.]

A completely pink pill appeared in her palm, which she hid in her cuff under the pretense of adjusting her hair.

“This little sister doesn't seem to talk much?” Red Candle leaned forward. The scent of perfume mixed with alcohol wafted over.

“Do you find me boring?”

Shang Wan Ning raised her eyes and smiled, pressing her lips together. “Not at all.”

She picked up the glass in front of her and offered it. “I just think that talking without drinking, Sis~ter~, shows a lack of sincerity.”

Red Candle raised an eyebrow, taking the glass without much thought. “When a little sister offers a toast, how can I refuse?”

She tilted her head back and drank the wine in one go.

As Shang Wan Ning withdrew her hand, her fingertip brushed Red Candle's hand seemingly by accident, so quickly it felt like a hallucination.

“Sister, you have a good capacity for alcohol,” she said lightly.

Just as Red Candle was about to speak, she suddenly felt her spiritual power stagnate for a moment, as if something had tripped it up.

“What's wrong?” Shang Wan Ning feigned concern.

“It's nothing.” Red Candle smiled politely, assuming it was just interference from the bar's Yin energy.

“Perhaps I was just intoxicated by this glass of wine from my little sister.”

She moved closer to Shang Wan Ning, almost pressing against her ear. “Actually, I'd prefer to chat with my little sister alone, perhaps in a private room?”

Her voice trailed off suggestively, and the illusory tail formed by her demonic energy almost wrapped around Shang Wan Ning's wrist.

Shang Wan Ning leaned back, avoiding the excessive intimacy, the coldness in her eyes deepening. “Sister Hong, no rush.”

She picked up her own untouched glass of wine and swirled it. “Let's first see if Sister Red Candle can last until the end.”

Red Candle didn't understand the meaning behind the words, assuming it was just the younger sister playing hard to get, and was about to say more to tease the beauty.

Suddenly, she felt a burst of heat in her chest, and the spiritual power inside her abruptly became agitated, wildly surging about.

“Uh...” She let out a muffled groan, pressed her hand to her chest, and her face instantly turned pale.

Something is wrong!!!

She looked at Shang Wan Ning, surprise and suspicion appearing in her eyes for the first time. “You...”

Before she could finish, an even stranger change struck. Her bones were contracting, her skin was becoming delicate, and even her voice started to turn sharp—she was clearly transforming into a genuine female form.

“What is going on?” Red Candle abruptly stood up, dragging the chair backward half a meter with a grating sound.