Chapter 223

"It's fine; at least it's a magical artifact."

Yingmei happily put it away.

Weakness is only temporary.

Once restored, it will be a tremendous weapon.

"By the way, Paimon, what did you get?"

Watching the closed-eyed little Paimon, Yingmei couldn't help asking curiously.

"Hehe, it's the Transformation Technique!"

Little Paimon opened her eyes and grinned mysteriously.

When she read comics, she had been envious of Sun Wukong inside.

He could turn into all sorts of things.

Like mosquitoes, houses, and even disguise as various demons.

It was incredibly amazing.

She never expected she'd now gain such an ability.

"You actually got the Transformation Technique?"

Yingmei was astonished—and deeply envious.

Although this skill doesn't enhance strength.

But it can be extremely useful in certain situations.

Like when she stole the Sky-Harp before.

If she had known the Transformation Technique back then.

She could've turned into an ordinary West Wind Knight, or even high-ranking figures like Chief Qin.

She definitely wouldn't have ended up wanted by the authorities.

It's the perfect skill for doing bad things!

No contest.

"Try it out now!"

Yingmei couldn't help urging.

"Got it!"

Little Paimon nodded.

She had already been thinking the same thing.

But who should she turn into?

Seeing Ying before her and Han Laoban beside her,

Little Paimon's eyes darted around, and she immediately had an idea.

In Yingmei's anticipation, Paimon closed her eyes and imagined the person she wanted to transform into.

Then silently chanted the incantation.

Zeng!

A puff of smoke suddenly appeared,

and little Paimon vanished from the spot.

In her place stood a girl identical to Yingmei.

"How's that? Do I look like you?"

Paimon grinned, hands on her hips.

The system's Transformation Technique even changes the voice.

So now Paimon was indistinguishable from Yingmei.

Even someone very close would struggle to tell them apart.

"You really look exactly like me!"

Looking at the girl before her, Yingmei was utterly stunned.

Knowing it was one thing; seeing it with her own eyes was another.

At this moment, she felt as if she were looking into a mirror.

It was truly amazing!

Curious, she reached out and pinched the girl's cheek.

"The texture feels exactly like mine too."

Feeling the touch, Yingmei was deeply shaken.

"Hmph, Ying, you're pinching me? I'm pinching you back!"

Saying this, Paimon lunged forward to retaliate.

Before, she was small and had to endure Ying's rough treatment.

Now they're the same—so who's afraid of whom?

"Little Paimon, are you rebelling now?"

Yingmei refused to back down and began to suppress her.

For a moment, two identical girls began to wrestle.

"Tsk tsk, women are truly terrifying creatures!"

Han Feng watched the spectacle from the side, showing no intention to intervene.

Better to enjoy the show than waste time breaking them up.

After all, two Ying sisters—double the happiness!

Thinking of this, Han Feng remembered the Raiden General of Inazuma.

The Raiden General and Raiden Shogun look identical.

And Raiden Makoto and Raiden Shogun are sisters, so their appearances are very similar.

Then that's triple the happiness!

If you add Paimon's transformation technique.

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Sss!

Quadruple the happiness!

Can't think about it anymore.

Soon,

the two women's battle reached a conclusion.

Little Paimon was no match for Tian Shu, still defeated by the Ying sister.

"Hmph, you just know how to bully me!"

Little Paimon rubbed her face, deeply annoyed.

Why did I grow bigger and still can't beat this woman?

"Hehe, just accept your fate!"

The Ying sister crossed her arms triumphantly.

But seeing the girl across from her—identical to herself—with a pitiful little-girl expression,

the Ying sister found it deeply strange.

How could I possibly look like this miserable little thing?

She could no longer bear it.

"Paimon, can't you turn back to your original form, or at least change into someone else's face? Using mine feels weird!"

The Ying sister couldn't help but complain.

"Hehe, I won't!"

Little Paimon stubbornly replied.

If I can't beat her in battle, do I have to accept her oppression in this too?

But when she saw the Ying sister's threatening gaze, Little Paimon panicked.

Yet seeing Han Laoban lounging casually nearby, watching the show, she rolled her eyes—