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A Foolish Expedition

● WHO: Shen Qingqiu and You
● WHAT: Exploring the forest and general activities.
● WHEN: The past two weeks.
● WHERE: Forest and around
● WARNINGS: Tentacle vines

Getting to Know the Fauna

Shen Qingqiu despite his tendency to idle loved to explore. He loved to discover and categorize new creatures and monsters. He loved the idea of fighting them and learning what they could do. However, in practice, this was not always a good hobby.

He went off into the forest alone, with a tendency to reach out and touch everything. Several fruits practically exploded on him, getting him sticky, and some of them tried to shoot him with some sort of projectile. However the worst of his encounters hard to be his biggest mistake. Really, he had no one to blame but himself.

Hanging before him was a long tangling plant. It seemed to be oozing some sort of nectar that smelled almost like candy. It was quite appealing and curiosity took over. Knowing very well this was a bad idea and the sorts of plots these kinds of stupid actions sprung he could not help himself from reaching out and taking hold to hesitantly lick it. He found it did in fact taste pretty good, however touching it triggered a predictable reaction.

Fuck! Why the fuck did he do this! This predictable trap and he walked right into it!

Vines came out of everywhere wrapping themselves around him quickly, digging there way under his robes faster than he thought was possible and lifted him in the air like a tangled mess. Struggling did not help, as it just got him caught up more, and trying to call for this sword did little to help as well, as for every two he cut down four replaced it. In the end, he was strung up in a terrible disheveled half-dressed state with one vine desperately poking at his check trying to get in his mouth.

"Help!" he cried, creatively moving his head around trying to avoid the eager little thing from finding it's chance.

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He was not a survivalist, he knew absolutely nothing about surviving or taking care of himself particularly. Sure, if he had to, he could probably sleep outside, he had done that before, once or twice, but, it was different. It was a temporary thing between point A and point B. Trying to organize a place to live, food to eat, and a general idea of his future was just... a bit too much. So, instead of doing something productive, he let his mind wander to the task this world had set out for him. Considering the PWP R-18 nature of this world, he couldn't help but think of the two books he was so unfortunate to be brought here with: Resentment of the Chunshan, and Song of BingQiu. The ridiculous OOC real person fan fiction of himself and his disciple Binghe.

The books were dirty, flowery, and filled with nothing but papapa! The illustrations were quite beautiful, however, and though one was definitely more direct than the other, he couldn't say the writing was bad. It was just... absolutely filthy. Also a little uncomfortable since the subject matter was himself. All he could do was criticize the choices made.

"I would never beg and cry like that," he muttered. "And definitely never put it in my mouth!"

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What would he be otherwise? Though, was that something he wanted to hear? Those stories were so OOC! What did that even mean being said right now?

"I am not pining!" he felt indignant at the suggestion! Really, did he look like the type to pine?

And never once had he seemed like his soul had left him, he refused to believe that. It was an exaggeration by peak lords who acted like old gossipy aunties.

"And who said I do not enjoy things? I can enjoy plenty of things. I am not against enjoying things," what a thing to accuse him of.

"Great! Then you won't mind checking out this--" Shi Qingxuan is quick to turn on the rest of the filters, even quicker to file that mini tantrum for later use, "See, it renders your image as if you were of the fairer sex!"

He taps away with a flourish, until the hologram reflects his quite displeased face, and a frown to rival Shen Qingqiu himself. It soon turns into a dissatisfied scowl.

"This thing must be broken," he finally decides, "I am much hotter as a woman than that!"

For a moment he was worried there would be some sort of mechanic where they might suddenly become the opposite sex. That sort of thing did exist out there, and he was not interested in becoming intimately familiar with it, but, he then remembered a bit about the rant on the stories of the people.

...

He shouldn't ask, but....

"Do you mean the paintings made of you from your stories...?" he had a bad feeling about what the answer would actually be. He could already feel the blood rising up his throat.

His dissatisfaction with the hologram application only increasing, Shi Qingxuan shuts it off with some finality after failing to get the desired results. Rude! He's more than pouty lips and fluffy hair!

"Hmm, that's for me to know and for you to guess," he grins, all but bouncing on the balls of his feet at the opportunity to show off, discretion kicking in, eventually.

The painted scrolls and the statues are quite nice, even if they would never amount to the real thing in Shi Qingxuan's eyes.

Really? What kind of answer was that! You are clearly wanting to show off something, so just do it! Don't be all coy about it, just share and be done!

Of course, he didn't let his annoyance show on his face, he still kept a neutral expression.

"Instead of guessing why not show me the superiority since all I can imagine is what was just shown," something like that should do nicely.

Shi Qingxuan's eyes light up like the sky right after dawn, fan snapping shut audibly. He leans in too close for comfort, with the widest grin on his face.

"Ah! So you admit it! You think if I were a women, I'd simply be superior to all other women out there! You already know I'd look magnificent!"

Priorities.

Now he wishes the heavenly realm had holograms he could save from his shenanigans, too.

"I would need to fix my robes, first," a thoughtful tap on his lips, "They don't have the proper support, like this. Might be indecent."

He leaned away trying to regain some of his personal space back. So everything really was just a act! You really were dying to show off!

And who said anything about being the best looking woman ever? Don’t put words in his mouth!

“Please, such indecencies would be too much.”

"That's why I'm being considerate! Hold on now--"

Normally, he wouldn't bother with this. Normally, his attendants would take care of helping him dress even on a normal day. Normal--and not much about this is normal--he would change in the privacy of his own home.

The belt that normally sits loose right above the hipbone is undone to go higher and tighter up the waist, the collar shifting and the sleeves moved forward. At least he's wearing pants, needing little adjustment.

There's a blur of soft light before the figure before Shen Qingqiu diminishes in height and stature, leaving a woman still generous in height. Shi Qingxuan's face is softer, almost elfin shaped, nose slimmer and eyes rounder. The garments lack the traditional snaps and ties to keep a generous bosom of spilling into the adjusted neckline despite best efforts, and the pants beneath their robes are taut at the hips.

The Wind Master, for her part, seems very little at ease.

"See? Better than the hologram."

The cheeky grin is identical, of course.

He was quite impressed with the change, he had never really thought about that sort of thing before, but he was aware of it as a thing that did exist. At least, he knew theoretically the mechanics in the higher fantasy stories could allow for it.

And he did have to agree, the woman before him was much nicer looking than the hologram. There was only one problem....

He wasn't sure where to look! They were... they were so... so obviously there. It felt rude to keep looking too much and he felt flustered thinking about them.

"Indeed, the hologram pales in comparison," and definitely was stingy in the bounty of that area!

"Right? You can't blame me for being surprised at first! But a copy could never live up to true art, after all."

If Shi Qingxuan is in any shape or form aware of her companion's discomfort, she shows no sign of it. Perhaps it's a testament to Shen Qingqiu's excellent composure, or the heavenly official's remarkable obliviousness. She's not too oblivious to redo the inadequate sash about her, tugging the lines of her collar closer and more securely in a second attempt.

Most heavenly officials had the inherent ability to tap into their core to shift their appearances into an older or a younger version of themselves, or in Shi Qingxuan's case, an entirely different gender. But looks? Those were pure genes.

"But you already knew that!" there's little warning before she nudges him in the side, playfully, her wink saying it all, "A good looking guy can only be a stunning woman!"

He had to agree there, if there was a beautiful man, they would only make a beautiful woman. There was no way it couldn't be anything different.

"There is no argument there, you are indeed quite stunning, it is surprising to see the comparison," he was still trying to find a comfortable place to look that wasn't staring, and mostly raised his fan to hide behind.

Of course, his glances kept falling back to take a look. He had to look!

Personal space? What's that? Shi Qingxuan is fairly tall for a woman, though, and she reaches to clasp Shen Qingqiu's shoulders by the hand like an old friend, too comfortably. It's the best way to get his attention and get him to meet her eyes.

"You know what? You should give it a try. You're an incomparably good looking man, you're bound to look stunning as a woman. Haven't you ever been curious?"

Regardless of Shen Qingqiu's answer, belief system, or comfort level, for the time being this has been made Shi Qingxuan's current life mission.

He instinctively looks up, but too close! He felt like a dear in headlights.

But then the words sank in and he just felt confused, and also unsure about the truth of them. Sure he wasn't bad looking, this body was quite pretty, prettier than he expected, but it was nothing compared to Binghe, the praise was too high. But even then, regardless of how pretty or not he was, there was a problem with the statement.

"There is no way this master could change in such a way," how was he suppose to accomplish that? "The cultivation level is only that of golden core."

He could only assume a nascent soul woukd be required at a minimum for such shape shifting.

"What?"

Shi Qingxuan blinks large, mildly confused eyes, head tilted as if the objection to such a reasonable suggestion is baffling beyond belief. Her grip on Shen Qingqiu's shoulders only intensify, and it's a strong one.

"Demons don't have any golden cores and they can shift their appearances as easily as cultivators do. The ability is already within you; it's just a mattering of wanting it badly enough and trusting your spiritual powers."

The corners of her mouth quirk up at the thought, as if a particular piece finally falls into place.

"You're not scared, are you?"

Clearly your world is a higher level of fantasy than his Proud Immortal Demon Way! Unfair! Completely unfair!

“Hardly. But, demons do have their demon cores, which use demonic cultivation and lend themselves to other abilities,” though the demons he knew of had no such shapeshifting skills. But then Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky had developed monstrous demons more than humanoid ones. And like everything else, not thought through particularly well.

But, if he thought about it, demons like Zhuzhi Lang had been able to shift between a human shape and an animal, but that was different from freely manipulating ones form. And with that thought he had to take a moment to feel a bit sad. What an unfortunate fate.

“Even if it is something that can be done at a golden core state, this one would still need to cultivate the skill,” could he even do that!?

Wait! More important, did he really want to try? Why was he even giving this a serious thought?

From the looks of it, the bulk of the objection laid heavily on the cultivator's inability to accommodate a superior form, and not an inherent objection to the change itself. This is all what Shi Qingxuan needs to set her resolve in stone, eyes bright with determination.

"I could do it for you! No, I will help you!"

After all, not being constrained to one form was the highest level of freedom one can achieve.

"I will transform you into the most radiant lady on this island!"

Wait, why was this now such a determined thing?

"I'm not sure how that would be accomplished..." please forget about such things. It wasn't necessary!

Having a purpose is a beautiful thing, never mind one with dubious intents and consequences. Shi Qingxuan's eyes are set on the grand things to come.

Her grip lessens, however, drawing back theatrically, arms folded under her best.

"Beings like me have their ways. It may sound inconceivable to you, but it's child's play to someone like me. Then again, you don't seem that convinced of how wonderful this change could be for you... So I won't push."

For the time being. For now, she will allow curiosity to take its natural course.

“I suppose there are plenty of stories of immortals granting bodies to others, it wouldn’t be so far fetched to assume the sex of the body could b e anything....” even Zhuzhi Lang had been given a human body by Tialang Jun, so it wasn’t even outside the scope of Proud Immortal Demon Way.....

"Aaah, that sounds complicated..."

She's tapping Shen Qingqiu's half rolled book against her palm in nervous contemplation. In all fairness, Shi Qingxuan isn't fond of making grand claims nor blowing up her divine status into ridiculous magnitudes. The actual process would be far simpler, when explained, but there is something such as pushing a person too far.

"We would just need to exchange spiritual energy, you see."

“That’s it?” If he sounded skeptical, that was because he was. That seemed far too easy. But, now he was curious. Was simply exchanging spiritual energy all it took to unlock abilities beyond his level? That could be, it wasn’t as if he had done it with anyone beyond a golden core....

He extended his hand, not thinking to say anything beyond that gesture of willingness.

Shi Qingxuan, at their core, were a good person, even if one who found amusement everywhere around them. And this is far too amusing to pass up. There is some slight resistance pointing them towards doing the Right Thing.

But Shen Qingqiu makes it hard.

Tapping the rim of the book against soft lips as she might do with a fan, she takes a step back in an exaggerated coy fashion.

"Really? You really are up for it? I never took you for someone so bold! Then again, maybe the stories do paint you as more chaste than what you really are."

What? What was that reaction? What was being said? What was meant by exchanging spiritual energy!?

He slowly retracted his hands feeling confused, and unsure if he should even point out that it was offered not by him. If he just pretended nothing happened, he could avoid the embarrassment, right?

No. He had to throw it back.

"You offered... exchanging spiritual energy is normal and common, how can it be something 'bold' and not 'chaste'?"

"Well, I offered thinking you knew what that implied," it was Shi Qingxuan's turn to be defensive, a very faint dusting of pink across her cheeks--out of indignation, if anything, "I mean, holding hands will transfer a tiny bit of it, but you'll need some actual physical connection to get it into your system."

She refuses to be embarrassed, for her part.

"Kissing! I'm talking about kissing!"

Among other things, but the esteemed scholarly lord doesn't look quite ready for that conversation.

How was holding hands not a physical connection!? Touching skin to skin was pretty physical! It had been good enough for everything. If holding a hand could jump-start his flow, it was good enough to transfer any amount of spiritual power!

"Kissing?" For a moment he looks confused, or disbelieving, what sort of stupid contrived mechanic was that? Was this Fate/? Was this shoehorning in the most contrived way to get people intimate through the guise of sharing spiritual energy?

'I don't want to kiss you, I just have to in order for you to live!' or some other type of foolishness?

He was suddenly grateful to the great Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky that he had never implemented such a cheap method. Imagine if he had? Everyone would be kissing everyone all the time!

"This one has never heard of such a requirement before. Skin to skin contact has always been more than enough," not to mention kissing was just lip skin to lip skin contact! What made it so special!?

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