337: Chapter 337 Forced Costume Change 2

"I agree to participate in the mission, but I have one condition."

Qin Lin looked at her: "Speak."

"For Hong Yao and Qing He, let them choose for themselves; you are not allowed to force them."

Qin Lin nodded: "Very well."

He looked toward Hong Yao.

Hong Yao bit her lip, glanced at Qing Yue, then looked at Qin Lin.

"I also agree."

Her voice was quieter than Qing Yue's, but she did not hesitate.

Qing He was the last one.

She kept her head down, silent for a long time.

Hong Yao reached out and held her hand; Qing He's hand was ice-cold.

After another moment, Qing He raised her head, looked at Qin Lin, and nodded.

She did not speak, but her meaning was clear.

Qin Lin stood up and looked at the three of them.

"Good. From today on, you are official passengers of The Ark.

The System will grant you passenger privileges, allowing you to enter the Transformation Room, use the System Store, and participate in the Many Children, Many Blessings task."

He paused: "You do not need to rush into missions.

First, take care of your health and raise your Cultivation; the Transformation Room is available at any time."

Qing Yue watched his back disappear at the end of the hallway, then lowered her head to look at her own hands.

Hong Yao leaned over and pressed her face against her shoulder.

"Qing Yue, from now on, we are people of The Ark." Hong Yao's voice was very soft.

Qing Yue reached out and stroked her hair, saying nothing.

The Transformation Room became the place Qing Yue visited most often.

Although the blessing points Qin Lin allocated to her were not many, they were enough to convert a few years of Cultivation.

When she stood on the platform, she felt nervous.

Not because of fear, but because she did not know what would happen.

The energy circuits on the platform lit up beneath her feet, and golden light washed over her body.

She felt a surge of Warmth flowing from the platform into her body, traveling along her Meridians to every part of her limbs and bones.

It was unlike Cultivate; Cultivate was accumulation, bit by bit absorbing Spiritual Qi from the outside world and converting it into one's own Spiritual power.

Transformation was infusion; it was someone sending ready-made Cultivation into your body, requiring no effort and no cost from you.

She closed her eyes, her consciousness slowly fading.

When she opened her eyes again, the light on the platform had dissipated.

She stepped off the platform, clenched her fist, and felt the Spiritual power within her.

It was one minor Realm higher than before she entered.

She stood in the Transformation Room, silent for a long time.

Hong Yao and Qing He also completed their first Transformation in the Transformation Room.

All three of their Cultivation levels had increased by a notch.

The Ark had remained in the valley for two weeks.

Hong Yao was "dragged" into the room by Han Yurou to change clothes.

That day, Han Yurou insisted that Hong Yao change into that pink sports tank top and a pair of black shorts.

Hong Yao refused adamantly, but Han Yurou said, "If you do not change, I will not let you eat."

Hong Yao said: "You cannot do this."

Han Yurou replied: "I can, because I made the meal."

Hong Yao was pulled into the room by her, and the door was closed.

From inside the room came Hong Yao's protests:

"This is too short!"

"It is not short."

"My thighs are all exposed!"

"It is cool."

"I do not want to go out!"

"You cannot stay in this room forever."

The door opened.

Hong Yao walked out, wearing the pink sports tank top and black shorts.

Her skin was very fair, glowing with whiteness—not the pallor of someone who never sees the sun, but a translucent, lustrous white nourished by Spiritual Qi.

Her legs were long and straight, with smooth muscle lines and not a trace of excess fat.

The skin of her thighs shone like jade under the lights, emitting a faint luster.

The lines of her calves tapered tightly from the calf muscle to the ankle, making her ankles look exceptionally slender.

She stood there, her hands covering her legs, her face flushed from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears, like a rabbit suddenly lifted out of its burrow.

Everyone in the living room saw her.

Su Yuran, holding Qin An, glanced at Hong Yao's legs, then looked down at her own.

Her legs were also very white, but compared to Hong Yao's, they lacked that luster emanating from within.

That luster could not be achieved with skincare products; it was the result of long-term nourishment by Spiritual Qi.

Han Yurou stood next to Hong Yao, looked at her legs, then looked at her own, and fell silent.

She had been quite confident in herself, but now she felt her legs looked like two radishes that had not been watered.

Li Ying leaned back in the massage chair, her gaze sweeping over Hong Yao's legs before she closed her eyes.

She said nothing.

But her hands tightened on the armrests.

Hong Yao stood there, at a loss, while Han Yurou pulled her in front of the mirror.

"Look, how pretty. It is much better than that patched dress of yours."

Hong Yao looked at herself in the mirror and was stunned.

She had never seen herself like this.

On the surface, she wore coarse cloth robes, with wide sleeves and hems that covered her body completely.

It was not because she was conservative, but because she had no other clothes.

Now, wearing these clothes, seeing her own arms, shoulders, and legs, she suddenly realized this was what she looked like.

"Does it look good?" Han Yurou asked.

Hong Yao did not answer, but she did not take the clothes off.

Qing He was also arranged by Li Ying the next day.

Li Ying picked out a white short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of denim shorts for her.

When Qing He put them on, Li Ying's eyes lit up.

Qing He's legs were even longer than Hong Yao's, her waist was very thin, and her shoulders were narrow, like a poplar tree.

Her skin also had that translucent glow nourished by Spiritual Qi, but it was even whiter than Hong Yao's—white to the point of being almost transparent, where one could see the light blue veins beneath the skin.

Qing He stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself; she did not blush or feel shy. She just looked for a while, then turned and asked Li Ying:

"Is this clothing convenient for walking?"

Li Ying nodded: "Yes, it is."

Qing He walked a few steps, then a few more, and nodded:

"Mm, it is."

She walked out of the room wearing the outfit.

Qing Yue was the last one to change.

It was not because she did not want to change, but because she was hesitant.

She stood in front of the mirror, wearing the black slip dress Li Ying had given her.

The hem was very short, reaching just above her knees.

The neckline was very low, completely exposing her collarbones, as well as her shoulders and a portion of her chest.

She looked at herself in the mirror and placed her hand on her collarbone.

Her skin was very fair, even whiter than Hong Yao's and Qing He's—white to the point of feeling cold, like the ground covered in snow in winter.

Her body lines were different from Hong Yao's and Qing He's.

Hong Yao was slender, Qing He was lithe, and Qing Yue was well-proportioned.

Every part was just right; any more would be too much, and any less would be too little.

She looked at herself in the mirror and remembered many things.

She thought of the Sect, her Master, and those who had died in the apocalypse.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them.

She walked out of the room wearing the dress.

In the hallway, Han Yurou happened to be passing by.

She saw Qing Yue, stopped in her tracks, opened her mouth, and then closed it again.