So I Had No Choice But to Stop Being the White Moonlight – Chapter 135
by Little PandaConcerning My Cultivation and Turning My Wife into a Rabbit
Is shijie comfortable?
Continue.
At first, Shi Jinlan did not realize the changes to her body.
She only felt that the water splashed at her was very cold. Even though she had a protective spell, she was still drenched, her hair sticking to her body, dripping wet.
Unfamiliar fabric filled her vision. She struggled to shake off the annoying weight, and suddenly felt something flapping against the wind on top of her head.
The sound of the wind swept past her head, and the bubbling of the stream grew louder.
All sounds became clearer in her ears, and her surroundings seemed massive.
No, her surroundings hadn’t grown larger.
She had shrunk.
The shadow on the ground sported two long ears, constantly flicking into Shi Jinlan’s line of sight.
She looked down at her hands—soft white fur blanketed her vision. Lifting a paw forward, she stamped down a pair of dripping, flower-shaped prints.
A rabbit?
Shi Jinlan could not believe her current form.
The moment she lifted her head, she met Chi Qian’s equally incredulous eyes.
“Ah Lan, you… you’re not messing with me, are you?” Hearing Shi Jinlan’s earlier question about why she couldn’t break the spell, Chi Qian had frozen completely, forgetting she was supposed to call her “shijie” right now.
And her shijie, who had now become a rabbit, lifted her furry little head to look at the giant two-legged beast1 in front of her. She said helplessly, “Why would I mess with you? Where exactly did you learn this spell? How did it turn me into a rabbit?”
Hearing this, Chi Qian immediately dug the book she had just been reviewing out of her Treasure Pouch. Crouching down, she presented it to Shi Jinlan. “Here.”
Shi Jinlan merely glanced at the book Chi Qian offered, and a helpless expression surfaced in her eyes—eyes that were currently as clear as a small animal’s.
She reached out a little paw and struggled to point at the book. “Take a look. Are these two pages stuck together?”
“Huh?” Chi Qian had not expected this at all. She drew her hand back in disbelief.
She pinched the edge of the page and found that it was indeed thicker than the rest. Peeling it apart with a touch of magic, she saw that the pages really were stuck together—and by the sour plum candy2 she had casually tossed into her pouch.
Sticking the pages together wouldn’t have been a big deal on its own, except it had mixed half of the Transformation Spell with half of the Mind-Body Integration Spell.
To fuse two entirely different spells together was something even an ordinary cultivator couldn’t achieve, let alone someone like her who had just arrived, couldn’t tell the difference, and had forcefully smashed them into one.
She really didn’t know whether she should praise herself as a genius.
Thinking this, a bitter smile tugged at the corners of Chi Qian’s mouth. “Then what do we do now?”
“I’ll think of something,” Shi Jinlan said mildly, not intending to blame her. The serious expression looked exceptionally incongruous on her harmless little white rabbit face. “I was careless.”
As she spoke, Shi Jinlan’s two long, fluffy ears twitched.
The wind rustled the treetops, stirring up a wave of green. Just as Chi Qian was wondering where Shi Jinlan’s sudden wariness came from, a pigeon suddenly flew over from a short distance away.
First a rabbit appeared, and now a pigeon.
Chi Qian found it incredibly fascinating. Reflexively, she reached out her hand and let the pigeon land on it.
She knew this pigeon was looking for them, and thought it was going to deliver a message, but after searching high and low, she couldn’t find any letter tied to its leg. “What’s wrong with this pigeon? Isn’t it a carrier pigeon? Why isn’t there a letter?”
“It’s a spirit pigeon,” Shi Jinlan said, reaching out a paw to bat at the hem of Chi Qian’s skirt.
She felt that a little rabbit’s body was truly inconvenient. Not only did she have to walk awkwardly on all fours, but the low vantage point also kept her from seeing many things clearly.
Chi Qian didn’t understand, but obediently lowered the pigeon in front of Shi Jinlan.
She didn’t even see clearly what happened; a flash of greenish-blue magic swept by, and the pigeon in her hands transformed into a letter.
【Jinlan, the Thousand-Mile Mirror could not reach you, so I sent a spirit pigeon to find you. I have an important matter to discuss.
Furthermore, if disciple Xiao Qian is with you, tell her it is time to come report on her studies to this master.】
Chi Qian knew that her close relationship with her shijie was known to the entire sect.
But she still hadn’t expected the Sect Leader to seek out Shi Jinlan and casually pass a message along to her as well.
“What do we do?” Chi Qian felt nervous.
Both matters mentioned in the letter made her anxious.
Shi Jinlan slowly finished reading the letter and stated, “We cannot let the Sect Leader know about this.”
She spoke with absolute solemnity, then turned the letter back into a pigeon.
Since it had not received a reply, the pigeon remained perched beside the two of them… or rather, beside one person and one rabbit. It cocked its head, staring curiously at the talking, snow-white rabbit.
“How about this.” Shi Jinlan considered for a moment. “Go tell the Sect Leader that I encountered a minor difficulty while traveling and have temporarily gone into seclusion3.”
“Is that okay?” Chi Qian hesitated, feeling that it might be a bit impolite.
“It’s the only way,” Shi Jinlan sighed, the whiskers on both sides of her nose twitching up and down.
She still cared about her image to some extent; how could she face anyone looking like this?
Moreover, she had only just become a rabbit and wasn’t at all familiar with the body. Just taking those two steps forward earlier had left her entire frame feeling terribly stiff.
What was more…
“Coo-coo?”
The pigeon, waiting for the recipient to write a reply, tilted its head. It stared at the melting pile of snow-white fluff looking back at it, and finally, driven by curiosity, attempted to peck.
Shi Jinlan stared at the beak that had abruptly sharpened in her vision, and her curled-up, fluffy body instantly went taut.
She commanded her unfamiliar limbs, trying to escape this terrifying scene, but the pigeon reacted faster than she could…
Just as Shi Jinlan was about to face her first crisis since becoming a rabbit, a warm touch pressed against her tense body.
The giant two-legged beast held an absolute advantage in this crisis. With a single scoop of her hand, Chi Qian fished the rabbit out from under the pigeon’s drooling beak.
The thin fabric was softer and cleaner than the soil, wrapping around Shi Jinlan’s four little feet, bringing an unprecedented sense of security.
“Shoo!” Chi Qian didn’t hold back, waving her hand to store the pigeon into her Treasure Pouch. Looking at the little fluffball curled under the hem of her skirt, she comforted Shi Jinlan, “It must be really hard to adapt, right?”
The young woman’s clothes had been steeped in special flower petals, carrying a clean yet faintly bitter fragrance.
Shi Jinlan was cradled in Chi Qian’s arms just like this, her small head resting against the subtle curves of her chest. Body heat served as the best aroma diffuser, causing the previously faint layers of fragrance to land distinctly upon the tip of her nose.
Suddenly, Shi Jinlan somewhat understood how Chubei Liang and Thirteen felt. She responded to Chi Qian’s comfort, “It’s manageable.”
“Then I’ll go find Master in a bit and pass on the news of your seclusion,” Chi Qian said, gently cradling Shi Jinlan as she sat on a rock by the river.
“I have a top-quality South Lake Pearl here. Help me deliver it to him as well, as an apology,” Shi Jinlan said, retrieving her Treasure Pouch from the pile of her clothes not far away.
“Then everything will be perfectly fine!” Chi Qian accepted the pearl Shi Jinlan produced, put it away carefully, and let out a sigh of relief. “Crisis averted!”
Hearing this, Shi Jinlan lifted her head from Chi Qian’s embrace. Her bright red eyes fixed onto Chi Qian with a look that clearly said, “You really think there’s no problem?”
Even though small animals rarely showed much expression, Chi Qian still read the helplessness on Shi Jinlan’s face.
As the instigator of all this, she felt incredibly guilty. She immediately feigned eagerness and asked, “Shijie, how long will you be in seclusion this time?”
“It’s hard to say.” Shi Jinlan was also in uncharted territory; she needed to study such a complex spell.
“Then I’ll keep you company,” Chi Qian said, attentively and skillfully falling back into her old profession—giving the rabbit-transformed Shi Jinlan a massage.
It wasn’t just attentiveness; she was genuinely curious about this snow-white fluffball that Shi Jinlan had become.
This was especially true after feeling that handful of fur earlier when she protected her from the pigeon.
The perfectly soft texture was even better than Chubei Liang’s, making her feel as though she were holding a plush toy.
So now, Chi Qian took the opportunity to work her way up Shi Jinlan’s head, massaging her while also satisfying her own urge, gently rubbing Shi Jinlan’s ears.
Perhaps because the surrounding environment felt safe, Shi Jinlan’s previously pricked ears had dropped, hanging loosely on either side of her furry little head like a young girl’s pigtails.
Retracting the fingernails her original body had carefully maintained, Chi Qian pressed her fingertips against the long ears, smoothing them down in the direction the fur lay.
Beneath the slightly long fur was a layer of warm skin, far more real than any plush toy, making one sigh in their heart: The texture is just too good.
Harboring these thoughts, Chi Qian’s hand trailed down to scratch Shi Jinlan’s little face, then her chin.
A long breeze swept past, lifting a thin layer of coolness over the river’s surface.
Shi Jinlan leaned against Chi Qian’s knees, never having imagined that being a rabbit could be this comfortable. She had originally wanted to resist, but under Chi Qian’s familiar, professional massage, she completely surrendered.
She had not enjoyed this kind of service from Chi Qian in a long time. The ears on either side of her head couldn’t help but soften a bit more, obediently allowing the woman to knead them. Occasionally, when Chi Qian didn’t knead quite right, her little paws and legs would signal Chi Qian to move to a more comfortable spot.
Human hands truly were exquisite.
Five fingers, each with its own use.
With this thought, Shi Jinlan sprawled out even further into Chi Qian’s embrace.
The medium-length fur pressed against Chi Qian’s knees—lazy and utterly content.
“Is shijie comfortable?” Chi Qian asked deliberately, looking at Shi Jinlan, who was gradually melting into a flat rabbit pancake in her lap.
“Continue.” Shi Jinlan was so comfortable she even closed her eyes.
She trusted Chi Qian implicitly and was gradually discovering the joy of being a rabbit, handing herself over entirely to this person.
But it was only her first time being a rabbit. She hadn’t yet realized just how fatal certain spots—spots humans didn’t possess—could be for an animal.
Just as Chi Qian obeyed the command, trailing her fingers further down Shi Jinlan’s spread-out body, her fingers brushed against the base of Shi Jinlan’s tail.
“Mng~”
A trembling sound drifted softly and slowly from the little rabbit’s nasal cavity—muffled, sluggish, and carrying an unexpected, coy whine.
Hearing this sound, Chi Qian’s movements jerked to a halt.
This place was remote and uninhabited, ethereal and quiet, making every sound distinct.
Once she was certain that the sound could only have come from Shi Jinlan’s nose, she called out to her with hesitation, or perhaps a trace of playfulness: “…Shijie.”
As soon as Chi Qian’s voice rang out, Shi Jinlan instantly curled up into a tight ball in her lap. The head that had just been resting on Chi Qian’s leg buried itself into her paws as she denied it. “That wasn’t me.”
“You heard wrong.”
Footnotes
- A playful Chinese internet slang term, liǎngjiǎoshòu, used from the perspective of animals to refer to humans.
- A traditional Chinese hard candy flavored with dried, salted plum (huàméi), known for its sweet, sour, and slightly salty taste.
- A common practice in cultivation (bìguān) where a practitioner retreats into isolation to meditate, train, or recover from injuries without outside interruption.
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