"Hey!"
"Little Muzhi."
"If you're awake, get up."
"Your mother is very worried about you."
As a Limit Douluo, Leng Yaozhu could tell at a glance that Qian Renxue was pretending to sleep.
Left with no choice, Qian Renxue opened her eyes and slowly sat up.
Before she could even speak, a gust of wind rushed past her.
Lang Yue instantly pulled her into a tight embrace, tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
"Muzhi, thank goodness you're okay."
"You scared your mother to death."
Qian Renxue froze.
Muzhi? Is she… calling me?
Although confusion surged within her, an inexplicable sense of warmth and safety filled her as she was held in Lang Yue's arms.
No… no!
Grandfather said I am the future Angel God. I must not indulge in such softness!
At that thought, she gently pushed Lang Yue away.
Even so, her movements were careful and restrained.
All of this happened within moments—and none of it escaped Leng Yaozhu's notice.
A faint glimmer flickered in her phoenix-like eyes.
Don't be deceived by her gentle, approachable appearance, like a kind older sister next door—
She was, in truth, a high-ranking figure of the Spirit Pagoda, one of the continent's top powers.
Judging people and situations had long since become instinctive.
The "Tang Muzhi" before her—
Was wrong.
Very wrong.
Completely unfamiliar.
This was not the same Tang Muzhi from before he fainted.
In the next instant—
Before anyone could react, Leng Yaozhu reached out and grabbed Qian Renxue's arm.
At the same time, her vast and boundless mental power surged forth.
Her Spirit Domain spread instantly, probing every corner of Qian Renxue's body.
The result—
Nothing.
No signs of possession.
No abnormal fusion.
No external interference.
She was a Limit Douluo—a demigod standing at the peak of the continent.
Leng Yaozhu trusted her own judgment absolutely.
"Ms. Lang Yue," she said gently, releasing her grip.
"Muzhi has likely lost part of his memory."
"It's a sudden condition, similar to temporary collapse."
"I will contact someone to help treat him."
"She is highly skilled in this field."
Her smile returned—warm and reassuring.
But Qian Renxue felt no comfort from it.
Instead, she looked like a frightened kitten, desperately wanting to hide somewhere safe.
Unfortunately, there were no boxes nearby.
Only one place remained—
Lang Yue's embrace.
Recalling the warmth she had felt earlier, and having no better option, Qian Renxue made her choice.
Gulp.
She threw herself back into Lang Yue's arms.
Her small head peeked out, eyes locked on Leng Yaozhu, filled with deep vigilance.
From this woman, she sensed the same aura as her grandfather.
A Super Douluo.
One step away from divinity.
Seeing this, Leng Yaozhu sighed softly.
"The little kitten is hissing."
Lang Yue quickly explained, "Muzhi, Her Excellency Tianfeng is your teacher."
"She was only checking your condition. She didn't mean to hurt you."
—
After some time—
Leng Yaozhu performed another careful mental inspection before leaving to find the specialist she had mentioned.
As for Tang Ziran and Lang Yue, along with Tang Wulin and Na'er—
Qian Renxue used the excuse of needing quiet to send them all out.
At last, she had a moment alone.
She quickly hurried to the mirror.
"Ugh—!"
A scream nearly escaped her lips, but she immediately covered her mouth, afraid of drawing attention.
It wasn't her fault.
Anyone would be shocked by suddenly becoming the opposite gender.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
The three ultimate questions left her stunned for quite some time.
But as the successor of a god, her composure returned quickly.
Even in adversity, she found a way to steady herself.
There was… some good news.
Tang Muzhi's appearance was outstanding.
His features were finely sculpted, radiating a sunny and cheerful charm.
If she had to use a male body, at least it was a good one.
Moreover—
Even a Super Douluo couldn't detect her true identity.
She now had a teacher at the Super Douluo level.
And a mother who… loved "her."
Thinking of this, her emotions gradually settled.
"Since I'm here, I'll adapt."
"For now… I'll get used to this body."
"My name is… Tang Muzhi."
Then, a thought struck her.
She was currently in Tang Muzhi's body.
So—
Where was Tang Muzhi?
Could it be…
He was in her body?!
Her expression stiffened.
"He wouldn't… use my body to do something strange, right…?"
—
Spirit Hall
Tang Muzhi walked with a loose, swaggering gait, heading toward the Hall of Worship.
His posture was arrogant to the extreme.
Step by step, he moved toward the angel statue within the hall.
Completely unaware—
Of the storm he was about to stir.