Chapter Ninety-One: Transformation—Mulan!

Mocked by Chen Bo, Maji grew furious. He was a supreme innate powerhouse—who in Tianyang City didn’t show him some respect? Yet this brat dared speak to him in such a tone; it meant either he was utterly fearless or had resigned himself to death.

Maji didn’t believe Chen Bo had any hidden trump cards. In his mind, Chen Bo was clearly inviting death.

“Then go die!” Maji snorted coldly, swinging his long blade casually. A crescent-shaped blade aura shot straight toward Chen Bo. If it struck, it would surely cleave him in two.

Chen Bo, his hands bound behind his back, held a card tightly and murmured to himself. Suddenly, the card transformed into a streak of light that shot into his body.

He felt himself grow heavier, as if clad in an unbearably weighty armor. At his side now rested a massive broadsword, wide enough to span two palms. Most strikingly, his chest felt burdened, as if something hung there.

“Bang!”

The blade aura slammed against Chen Bo’s armor but failed to pierce even slightly. Chen Bo felt as if a small child had bumped into him—barely any sensation at all.

“W-w-who are you?! You’re not Chen Bo!” Maji stammered, utterly bewildered by the bizarre scene before him. He had never seen a man suddenly transform into a woman—let alone such a stunning one—with two enormous “rabbit ears” at the front. He swore he’d never seen anything so large in his life.

Yet, strangely, Maji felt no lust. His instincts screamed that this mysterious woman was incredibly powerful—her effortless deflection of the blade aura said it all.

“Eh? Changed already? I wasn’t even ready yet!” Chen Bo examined his new body with curiosity. When he looked down, he nearly bled from the nose. Fortunately, the armor was modest; otherwise, his nose would’ve been a bloody mess.

“So this is the power of the Innate Realm? Truly formidable!” Chen Bo clenched his fist, feeling the raging energy within. If he was a mere cup of water before, now he was a vast pond—the leap in strength was incomparable.

Indeed, this was the transformation card he had won in his last ultimate lottery—allowing him to become the Innate Realm’s Mulan! Along with the form, he inherited her lifetime of battle experience. Chen Bo felt as if he could soar—utterly exhilarating.

Still, the woman’s body felt strange. Chen Bo pounded on the breastplate, feeling nothing. Secretly, he slipped a hand inside—clearing his throat—though he swore he never lied! Really!

Seeing the woman ignore him, Maji pondered escaping. She was undeniably stronger; though her origin was unknown, she was clearly an enemy. Facing such a foe, retreat was the only option.

But just as he turned, he was stunned. Before him stood a gigantic fiery bird, as tall as several stories, glaring down with disdain—as if looking at an ant easily crushed by a breath.

This was Mulan’s mount, the Divine Phoenix! Though a counterfeit, its power was undeniably godlike—stronger even than Mulan herself. Chen Bo knew this mount transcended the Innate Realm, existing at an even higher tier.

Such might wasn’t just dominant in Tianyang City; it could command respect across the entire Daning Empire.

Alas, the transformation card lasted only half an hour, or Chen Bo would have ransacked the empire without mercy. Hmm? This might have potential—once stronger, becoming a notorious thief might be quite lucrative.

“I-I-I what the heck is going on, streamer? From a perfect boy to a mature lady! Ah! My eyes!”
“Could this be the legendary male-to-female transformation?! I think the streamer drew a Mulan transformation card before. This must be Mulan herself—so much prettier than any goddess influencer online!”
“Aren’t you stating the obvious? Mulan’s all natural; ninety-nine out of a hundred online goddesses are all fake. No way to compare.”
“I’ve never known what female ‘wetness’ feels like. Streamer, why not try a cucumber after you take down Maji?”
“Upstairs, that’s filthy! One more word and this book’s ending!”
“Relax, I’m just curious! Aren’t you all curious?”
“Hmph, even if the streamer tried it, we wouldn’t know. If you’re curious, try a gender reassignment surgery yourself.”
“Wow! That fiery bird is the real MVP! I wonder how Mulan tamed it as her steed.”

Chen Bo had just wanted to show off on the livestream but was dumbfounded when someone suggested the cucumber thing. Yet why did he feel oddly tempted? No! That had to be an illusion.

He quickly shook off the chaotic thoughts, fearing that if he dwelled on them, he wouldn’t resist temptation.

“Hey, Uncle Maji, didn’t you say you’d kill me just now? What happened? Afraid to make a move now? Trying to run?” Chen Bo hefted his broadsword and teased.

“You—you’re the Chen Bo from before!” Maji stammered.

“Oh? You figured that out? You might be the smartest villain I’ve ever met—just barely passing the intelligence bar.” Chen Bo replied in surprise.

Maji felt his world collapse. A man turned into a woman? And his strength had skyrocketed? Mother, this continent is too dangerous, the traps too deep. I want to go home.

Chen Bo raised the broadsword and strode toward Maji. The armor clanged with metallic echoes. With a few casual swings, the sword seemed capable of slicing through the void itself.

“You—you can’t kill me! I’m the eldest son of the Maji family from Tianyang City! My brother-in-law is the city lord! If you kill me, you’ll have no good end! I advise you to let me go—I won’t seek revenge!” Maji blurted, trying to leverage his status.

Sadly, this tactic was useless against Chen Bo. With a horizontal slash, he shouted, “Power of Demacia!”

Maji’s long blade blocked, but upon clashing with the broadsword, it shattered like glass. A massive head flew skyward, its lifeless eyes filled with disbelief.