Chapter 41: Gazing at Shen Yanting’s Porcelain Doll Body Part 1

Gazing at Shen Yanting’s porcelain doll-like body, Bo Xuenong was instantly dumbfounded, a faint thrill surging in her heart.

Even shrunk dozens of times smaller, her Master was still the most beautiful female cultivator in the world.

Shen Yanting’s face was already exquisitely refined, and after shrinking dozens of times, it lost some of its aloof chill and gained a touch of delicacy.

The porcelainized body had lost its softness; the skin that was once as smooth as silkworm silk now carried fine threads of coldness. Held in her palm, it felt like it was covered in thin silk—soft and sleek, impossible not to stroke gently. She worried that even a slightly heavier touch from her fingertip might crush that delicate layer.

Bo Xuenong carefully cradled Shen Yanting’s petite body. Sunlight fell upon it, making her look like flawless white jade, without a single blemish.

Her bright eyes were filled with the reflection of the porcelain doll, and the more she looked, the more entranced she became, gradually revealing a dazed expression.

Shen Yanting lifted her delicate finger and poked Bo Xuenong right between the brows. “Xuenong, what did you just feed me?”

What had it been just now?

Bo Xuenong did not know.

She was merely the System’s chosen host assistant, not its true master. She had no way to communicate directly with the System, nor had there been any System voice prompt to explain. Using the System was far less convenient than it was for Feng Jin. At this moment, she could only hold the System in one hand while prodding it mentally with the other, asking what the Substitute Doll was.

【The Substitute Doll is a System universal skill, usable in any world. The user’s body will randomly transform into a doll, detaching from the fleshly form and temporarily losing pain sensation, until the wounds heal and the pain fades, at which point the body will return to normal.】

Randomly transform into a doll?

Did that mean there could be a porcelain doll, or a wooden doll?

No pain.

That did not seem so bad.

Bo Xuenong carefully examined Shen Yanting’s new body, then cautiously opened her mouth. “Master, are you still in pain?”

“No…” Shen Yanting subconsciously wanted to soothe Bo Xuenong, but upon carefully sensing the changes in her body, she realized the pain had truly vanished. With her body turned into a porcelain doll, she seemed to have truly become a pain-free porcelain object that no longer spat blood. Her gaze toward Bo Xuenong grew a bit strange. “It does not hurt.”

Bo Xuenong let out a breath of relief. “As long as it does not hurt.”

Shen Yanting had many questions now. Bo Xuenong’s method was definitely not something she had taught her—so where had she learned it?

Bo Xuenong was unlikely to have had another chance to take a master. Could it be an inheritance from her divine beast bloodline?

Shen Yanting suddenly remembered how Bo Xuenong had last used a wooden doll as a substitute. The two had similarities.

Shen Yanting felt a bit conflicted at this moment.

She wanted to ask where Bo Xuenong had gotten this method, yet she also wanted to respect Bo Xuenong’s secrets.

She fell into a dilemma. Before Shen Yanting could ask, a flash of cold light suddenly stabbed toward them.

Shen Yanting wanted to circulate her spiritual power to block in front of Bo Xuenong, but she suddenly discovered that all her spiritual power had vanished. Her porcelain doll body was empty inside, making even movement inconvenient. Her shrunken body could only pace with tiny steps in Bo Xuenong’s palm. She froze at once and said powerlessly, “Xuenong, be careful.”

Bo Xuenong also sensed that aura. Without thinking, she tucked Shen Yanting into her bosom.

Shen Yanting only felt the world go dark before her. Her senses of smell and touch sharpened to the extreme. She could smell a rich, sweet fragrance and feel a wave of hot breath enveloping her.

She was very close to Bo Xuenong now—so close that only a dudou separated her from Bo Xuenong’s soft chest.

The round, soft fullness pressed against the doll body through the thin fabric. Shen Yanting instinctively struggled forward, but outside, Bo Xuenong was clearly fighting someone. With Bo Xuenong’s movements, Shen Yanting could only sway nonstop in her bosom, smashing into that soft chest again and again, sinking deeper each time.

The honey-sweet fragrance drilled endlessly into her nose. Shen Yanting suddenly resented how the porcelain doll body had only lost the sense of pain.

Whether it hurt Bo Xuenong, Shen Yanting had no way to know. She only knew her usually clear mind was knocked into a daze, inhaling nothing but fragrance and hot air. The porcelain doll body even grew a bit hot. Shen Yanting desperately needed to climb out for a breath of air, or she would surely suffocate.

Shen Yanting grabbed Bo Xuenong’s collar and crawled outward bit by bit.

Finally, her hands grasped the collar. Using it for leverage, she poked her head out.

Shen Yanting had just sucked in a breath of fresh air when Bo Xuenong’s fingertip pressed against her head and pushed it down. “Master, hide well.”

Bo Xuenong’s reminder reached her ears. Shen Yanting understood that Bo Xuenong meant well for her, but it was too stuffy and hot in her bosom, and she could not see the outside situation. How could she stay put at ease?

Shen Yanting did not want to go back in. Bo Xuenong was focused on fighting Hua Fangqi and did not notice, still pushing Shen Yanting into her bosom.

Seeing that Bo Xuenong was not paying attention to her or noticing her protest, Shen Yanting gritted her teeth, tilted her head slightly, and bit down on her finger.

Shen Yanting bit down hard. Her delicate teeth left a circle of tooth marks on Bo Xuenong’s fingertip.

It did not hurt much, but Bo Xuenong instinctively looked down at Shen Yanting.

She finally saw the protest in Shen Yanting’s eyes.

Bo Xuenong uneasily lowered her head a bit more and gazed at the tiny Shen Yanting, speaking softly. “Master, it is very dangerous outside.”

Shen Yanting ignored that statement. She pushed Bo Xuenong’s finger away, gripped the edge of Bo Xuenong’s collar tightly with her small hands, and poked her entire head out to look around.

The situation outside was not too bad. The commotion from that one gold talisman had been huge. The beast tamers surrounding Heavenly Feast Sect had all been startled. Heavenly Feast Sect was in some chaos now. Many of the cultivators who had surrounded them had died, and many more were badly injured. Those who could still move had gone in another direction, seemingly to block someone approaching from there.

The gold talisman had claimed many lives, and the numerous corpses gave Gui Nian’an, this corpse refiner, the perfect space to unleash her power.

One corpse after another rose under her control, charging toward their former fellow sect members.

Liu Huairou and Si Xianling had no combat ability left now. The two stayed at the rear, guarded by two corpses controlled by Gui Nian’an. Si Xianling’s shoulder still had the Gray Fur Rabbit that had woken up.

The Gray Fur Rabbit was Si Xianling’s natal beast, a spirit beast with a special bloodline. After leaving the array, it could absorb natural spiritual qi to repair its meridians. Just before Shen Yanting’s body suddenly shrank, the Gray Fur Rabbit had nearly woken. After Shen Yanting turned into a porcelain doll, it returned directly to Si Xianling.

Its crimson eyes were deep and unfathomable, even more imposing than its master Si Xianling.

Its rabbit ears stood straight up, flickering with faint pink light, as if sending a message to someone.

The one fighting Bo Xuenong was Hua Fangqi. He was originally an array cultivator with relatively weak personal combat strength, and he had just been drained of too much power by that first-grade gold talisman. Facing Bo Xuenong, a nascent soul realm sword cultivator, he gained no advantage at all. Bo Xuenong did not fall behind, but a small array swirled around Hua Fangqi, replenishing his spiritual power for him.

If he truly recovered his spiritual qi, a divine transformation realm cultivator against a nascent soul realm one—Bo Xuenong would have no chance of winning.

Shen Yanting looked up and hurriedly told Bo Xuenong, “Xuenong, he is an array cultivator with a spiritual power recovery array and a protective array on him. You must break his array first to kill him in one strike.”

Kill in one strike?

That meant to kill.

Shen Yanting told her to kill, giving Bo Xuenong the greatest encouragement.

Forget some injured divine transformation realm cultivator—even at full power, she had the courage to fight.

Bo Xuenong never lacked the courage for battle.

She suddenly intensified her attacks. Hua Fangqi sneered disdainfully. “You are merely at nascent soul realm, yet you dare fight me? I advise you to hand over Shen Yanting obediently, and I can spare your life.”

That was what he said aloud, but his inner voice was entirely different.

【Bo Xuenong truly lives up to being the obedient dog Shen Yanting raised. The moment Shen Yanting spoke, her attacks grew much fiercer. Who would have thought they could escape from the Sect-Protecting Grand Array? Despicable! If not for this venerable self not being suited to array cultivator methods, how could I be this wretched? Damn it! I should have practiced all those forbidden techniques from that book. Now I have so many ways to take down this master-disciple pair. Both Shen Yanting and Bo Xuenong are conquest targets, and they are so beautiful. If I could…】

Hua Fangqi’s inner voice cut off abruptly as Bo Xuenong’s sword grazed past his chest, slicing off a piece of cloth from it.

Bo Xuenong looked at that scrap of cloth, somewhat regretting that she had not taken a chunk of his flesh.

Hua Fangqi was still fantasizing at a time like this. His inner voice had already exposed his initial plan: to lurk in Heavenly Feast Sect, wait until Body Integration realm to capture Shen Yanting for dual cultivation, first getting her body and then her heart. Bo Xuenong had wanted to kill him then, and she wanted it even more now.