Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Make Sure to Wear the Disguise First

You You and her companions walked for about fifteen minutes in total darkness before their surroundings slowly became clearer. Though still dim, they could now see the scenery around them.

They stood in a wasteland, empty save for distant mountains. Despite following the same path, they felt abruptly transported elsewhere. The dark Nether River had vanished behind them. The chilling dark energy was gone, replaced by a violent, chaotic presence—they’d unmistakably entered the Demon Realm.

You You focused inwardly, sensing the three Yin volumes within her. A faint pull emanated from the right front.

"The remaining Yin volumes must be that way," she said, pointing. The Messenger of the Underworld had been right—within the same realm, the volumes resonated.

"Demonic Energy clusters there," Feng Rong noted, frowning. "Likely swarming with demon tribes. We need caution." He tugged her hand, drawing her closer.

"Right." You You nodded, about to summon her Spirit Sword.

"Wait." Yuan Qi halted them. "Our divine power stands out here. We must conceal it." He wove concealment spells. Instantly, the faint divine aura around him and Feng Rong dissipated. Blending with the ambient Demonic Energy, they now resembled ordinary demons.

"For You You…" He studied her. "Your spiritual energy is subtle, but your female status draws attention. Do you have the pendant I gave you?"

"Here!" She pulled the chain from her collar.

Yuan Qi activated the pendant’s talisman. White light enveloped her. Her vision rose—clothes now hung shorter. She patted her chest—flat. "I’m a man now?" Her height matched theirs.

"A shapeshift spell," Yuan Qi explained. "It relies on the pendant’s talisman. Don’t remove it."

"Understood." She tucked the pendant back, marveling at her new Adam’s apple and abs. Glancing at her shortened sleeves, she added, "Wait—I’ll change clothes."

She produced a white men’s robe from her storage bag—simple, elegant, with wide sleeves.

The men froze.

"Why do you have men’s clothes?!" Feng Rong snatched the robe, then paused at the flame patterns on the sleeves. "This…is mine?"

How did his clothes end up in her storage bag? Vivid imaginings flooded his mind, anger melting into flustered heat.

"Aunt Rong made it when learning tailoring," You You said. "You refused it over the color, so she asked me to pass it along. Yuan Papa, Lin Feng, and Ling Qi have sets too. I’ll return it later."

Feng Rong’s blush faded.

"If you mind, I’ll wear Yuan Qi’s instead." She reached for her storage bag—Yuan Papa had five sets.

"No!" Feng Rong grabbed her arm. "Wear this one. Only this."

You You: "…"

Yuan Qi: "…"

Changed, they flew toward the Yin volumes’ pull. You You worried her innate Demonic Energy repulsion might betray her, but the energy now obeyed—retreating only slightly unless she willed otherwise. With Yuan Qi and Feng Rong nearby, they blended seamlessly.

Soon, a sprawling demon city appeared. Thousands crowded its gates under lurid skies. Lights blazed within—some event underway.

You You sensed the Yin volumes inside, but chaotic Demonic Energy muddled the exact location.

They joined a shorter queue. The stench of rot and decay hit You You. Did demons ignore hygiene?

"Scram, carrion-eater!" A guard yanked a ragged demon from the line ahead. "Dare approach on this day? Begone before I shred your essence!"

"My lord, I bear gifts for the city lord—"

"Filth like you bans entry during the festival!" The guard kicked him away. "Return when you’re high-level!" A whirlwind hurled the demon into the distance.

The foul stench vanished with him.

You You: "…"

So demons had sanitation enforcement after all.