Chapter 35: Side Effects of Canglong Fruit.

Xie Qiyang’s instincts screamed as she hurriedly activated a purification technique from her original body’s memories, designed to cleanse evil influences. But something unexpected happened.

The black dress she wore seemed to come alive, triggered by an unseen force, suddenly erupting with an eerie green glow.

This glow synced with the raging winds, generating a powerful lift that hoisted her two meters into the air.

“Damn it, that green light didn’t enter my body—it went into my dress!” she cursed under her breath, flailing in midair with no leverage. Forcing herself to stay calm, she formed hand seals, a chilling blue spark igniting at her fingertips.

“Lunar Finger!”

In her memories, this technique was devastating, condensing vast lunar energy into a pinpoint strike, perfect for piercing evil defenses.

But how much had this possessing entity enhanced Wang Ling’er’s body?

“Boom—!”

The blue spark shot out like an arrow, trailing radiant light.

However, the howling winds made her wobble in the air, throwing off her aim. Fortunately, the attack’s force exceeded her expectations.

The shockwave kicked up a storm of dust and debris, sending countless ruin fragments skyward.

Yet, in the settling dust, a universal rule seemed to hold—no smoke, no harm.

As the wind cleared the haze, Xie Qiyang’s pupils shrank—Wang Ling’er stood unharmed.

Her clothes were torn in places, revealing pale, lifeless skin beneath.

“Roar—!” Wang Ling’er let out an inhuman, bear-like growl.

She crouched, limbs on the ground, her twisted posture resembling a massive bear, her eerie green eyes locked on Xie Qiyang in the air.

A woman’s body, a beast’s soul—the scene was chillingly grotesque.

Her first strike failed, but Xie Qiyang gathered her spiritual energy, another blue spark forming at her fingertips for a second attack.

Lunar Spear—a weapon of lunar energy with short-range tracking and lock-on capabilities.

“Let’s see you dodge this!”

But the wind and her dress seemed to conspire against her. The green glow flared again, a twisting force spinning her 360 degrees in midair.

In that dizzying moment, Wang Ling’er lunged forward with unnatural, jerky movements, her four limbs propelling her like an arrow into the ruin’s depths.

Her coordination was poor, but her speed matched Xie Qiyang’s, vanishing in a blink.

Xie Qiyang: “!!!”

She steadied herself, staring in disbelief at where Wang Ling’er disappeared, utterly stunned.

Before she could react, the force in her dress pushed her again, hurtling her toward Wang Ling’er’s escape route—the direction of the wind.

“Let me down!” Xie Qiyang thrashed and twisted, cycling through exorcism, binding, and escape techniques, even tearing off a chunk of her dress’s hem, revealing her sleek legs.

She wondered if shedding the dress would free her.

But it was futile.

She was like a kite caught in a string, dangling in midair, unable to rise or fall, dragged along by this eerie force at high speed.

“Looks like… I have to use that!” A resolute glint flashed in her eyes as she touched her storage ring.

Since normal methods failed, it was time for her trump card.

But transforming required donning the white dress—a tricky task while being yanked through the air at high speed.

Her flight accelerated, the wind whistling sharply in her ears, scenery blurring into streaks, nearly unrecognizable.

Where was this possessed Wang Ling’er taking her?

Fortune or doom, she had to prepare for the worst. She quietly retrieved the white dress from her ring, gripping it tightly, ready to change and become “Mo Qingxian” to crush her foe.

“Thump… thump… thump…”

A low, hollow sound, like funeral drums from her past life, echoed in her ears.

Ethereal, sourceless, it resonated with her heartbeat, growing louder and faster.

Each muffled “thump” brought sharp, stabbing pain.

A strange sensation surged through her.

Her cheeks burned, her ears flushed red.

Then, an unbearable heat erupted from within, followed by overwhelming itching.

The itch wasn’t surface-level but bone-deep, unyielding despite every purification technique she tried.

“Ugh!” Xie Qiyang let out a low groan.

Something was very wrong! Since parting with Li Tianxing, she’d only felt slightly colder than usual, manageable. Why this sudden… bizarre reaction?

She squirmed to ease the maddening itch, but midair, she could only clench her muscles futilely. The worst was her inner thighs, the itch more torturous than pain, driving her to the edge of sanity.

Her legs instinctively pressed together, knees rubbing desperately to alleviate the unbearable sensation.

The movement was inelegant, but she wasn’t being perverse in midair—her hands were frantically scratching her chest, back, and arms, unable to spare her thighs.

“What’s happening?!” She scratched wildly while her chaotic mind searched for a cause.

Had she eaten something strange? Then it hit her—the Azure Dragon Fruit and the dress’s eerie green glow.

One of them was the culprit.

She leaned toward the fruit. Her mind was starting to conjure inappropriate images.

All medicines have side effects.

Jiang Ningshuang’s memories held no warnings about the fruit’s downsides, but she knew dragons were lustful by nature.

“I won’t… itch to death, will I?!” Xie Qiyang felt herself turning strange. Inappropriate thoughts swirled, and the itching flared relentlessly—one spot scratched, others erupted fiercer, endless.