The large group of ghost cultivators below were all dumbfounded. They couldn't have imagined this scene even in their dreams! Who on earth had ever seen something like this?!
Even if the Tianyan Sect wasn't a major sect, the very fact that it could be founded already proved this ghost-cultivating sect master's strength and authority. If the current situation weren't so grim, and if they didn't know what they were about to face… if they were just bystanders eating melon seeds, they probably would've burst out laughing by now.
…That Recording Stone was truly sinful. If someone copied it and sold it on the black market, how many spirit stones would it fetch?
The ghost cultivators all had different thoughts, but at this moment, even though they feared for their own fate, they still couldn't help watching the joke unfold.
And at this moment, Mu Anqi smiled kindly and looked toward the ghosts behind the "little sect master." She began counting them one by one: "Wishing you a great opening day." "Wishing you endless inspiration." "Wishing you top marks on the imperial exam." "Wishing you eternal youth." "Wishing you all things go smoothly." …
Blessing after blessing came continuously from Mu Anqi's mouth. Every ghost cultivator who met her sincere gaze turned pale with fright! But no matter how terrified they were, they were powerless. With each crisp blessing, their bodies no longer belonged to them—they now belonged to the thousands of magical girls from another world!
Gorgeous movements, gorgeous dances, gorgeous poses… Unfortunately the performers were a bunch of decidedly ungorgeous ghost cultivators, so the scene became awkward and comical.
"Moon Prism Power, Make Up!" — this one drew from Sailor Moon.
"Unlock my heart—unlock!" — this was Shugo Chara.
"Balala energy, uka-laka, Little Magic Fairy transformation!" — this was from Balala the Fairies.
"Guna-la, dark god of darkness, uh-hula-huhu, Dark Magic Transformation!" — this was the Dark Fairy.
"Fye, grant me strength, carry my voice to Jeanne, turn rigidity into earnestness, turn spirit into courage, turn invincibility into beauty. The messenger sent by God—Kaitou Jeanne has arrived!" — this was Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne.
"I am the inheritor of the mission. In the name of the contract, release your power! The flowing wind dwells in the heavens. The stars dwell in the night sky. Unyielding courage dwells in my heart. Hold the magic in my hand—Heart of the Rising Sun, set up!" — this was from Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha.
"O darkness slumbering in my bloodline, awaken! I am the supreme evil god—submit, tremble!" — this was Fang Yunjiu.
…What could she do? Mu Anqi really couldn't remember any more magical girl transformation lines. Since this was a transformation showcase, she couldn't mix in anything strange, so she even added Fang Yunjiu's in.
Two spots were still empty, and Mu Anqi had no choice. One she filled with "In the name of the moon, I'll punish you," along with a full magical girl transformation dance. The other was also a magical girl transformation dance, but the line was "Dispel the darkness! Magical girl, full transformation!"
Well… how to put it? Mu Anqi looked at the chaotic scene below—everyone doing their own transformation, speaking their own lines, even their dances weren't in sync. The visual effect was terrible. After thinking a moment, Mu Anqi felt that transformations should really be done one by one. Too many people just made the scene messy. A pity the blessings didn't come with special effects or background music; otherwise imagine thirty-plus magical girls transforming at the same time… dear god!
"Experience it carefully and memorize it well. Five minutes from now, you'll perform it yourselves. Make one mistake and the ghost shadows will bite you. Keep making mistakes—congratulations, you can be freed from this world directly." Mu Anqi lifted her chin slightly and announced this in true final-boss fashion. In contrast, the group of wicked ghost cultivators looked especially pitiful.
Ji Huaichu cooperatively released black mist again to completely surround them, and the ghostly hands within the mist reached out a few times, frightening the group of "magical girls" until all their faces went pale.
This body was completely out of their control, and Mu Anqi hadn't given any prior warning. How could these ghost cultivators possibly remember the dance moves? Being able to recall the lines was already impressive. Five minutes passed so quickly! After only two or three minutes, some ghost cultivators couldn't hold back anymore. They picked a direction and suddenly charged forward, burning their own essence in exchange for a brief burst of strength and speed. But… within Ji Huaichu's shroud of black mist, where could they possibly escape to?
Hundreds of ghost shadows surged out of the black mist, surrounding the few ghost cultivators who tried to run. They tore into them mouthful by mouthful. The ghost cultivators' bodies were in a vaporous form made of yin energy; the ghost shadows grabbed and tore at them chunk by chunk, looking very much like pulling apart cotton candy.
Mu Anqi only gave a cold smile: these ghost cultivators had no idea how many living people they had killed. And what now? They were scared of dancing? As if the world had such an easy thing. Since she had run into them today, she had to give these ghost cultivators a lifelong unforgettable lesson.
Embarrassment? Social death? Awkwardness? No, none of that mattered. She wanted them to suffer—wanted them to work so hard to dance, yet still be unable to do it properly, still get it wrong, and then be gradually purified in utter despair.
…
After cleaning up this "Tianyan Sect," Mu Anqi and the others began a touring performance across the ghost world. They specifically went to the major sects, choosing only the strong ghost cultivators to deal with, forcing all the ghost-world bigshots to socially die! Were there good ghost cultivators in the ghost world? Yes—there were those who controlled their emotions, remained calm, and cultivated quietly in seclusion. Such ghost cultivators never went out, so naturally Mu Anqi and her group never encountered them.
Three days passed, and Mu Anqi's storage ring could no longer hold all the Shadow-Recording Stones. She kept all the originals for herself, then spent a large number of spirit stones to buy a new batch of stones, copied the recordings, and sent them to auction houses everywhere. Ghost world? Immortal world? Even the human realm! These magical recordings of ghost cultivators dancing instantly became the hottest new product in this entire world! Many people were secretly offering high prices for the originals. Countless intelligence houses and black markets began guessing at the identity of the person who recorded them. Since everyone captured in the recordings were ghost cultivators, many ghost cultivators suspected it was done by some powerful cultivator with a twisted sense of humor. Lower-realm cultivators thought themselves too weak—after all, the recordings featured ghost kings that even they found troublesome! Thus the suspicion shifted toward some immortal from the upper realm who didn't want to reveal their name and willingly descended to the mortal realm.
Everyone was guessing which immortal had done this.
This speculation continued until the fifth day of Mu Anqi's arrival in this world—because on this day, they had already played their way through the entire ghost world, even entering some secret realms for a stroll. Satisfied at last, Mu Anqi and Ji Huaichu finally left the ghost realm and brought the "magical transformation" tradition to the lower immortal realm.
Thus, those who were still guessing which cultivator had done this were all dumbfounded! Cultivators had initially praised the incident extravagantly, but it turned out that their own people became the victims next.
Mu Anqi was just playing around; she had no malicious intent. So any cultivator she encountered—so long as they hadn't committed unforgivable crimes—could safely leave after performing the dance. In the ghost world, her identity hadn't been revealed because the ghosts finished dancing and were promptly devoured by Ji Huaichu.
When the recordings of the sect masters of the lower immortal realm performing song-and-dance numbers flowed into the black market, the entire world boiled again.
—"It was done by two female cultivators, but we can't see through their strength."
"No idea, we've never seen them! Maybe they used disguises?"
"They must be fairies from the upper realm. In the lower realm, there are no female cultivators with that kind of power… even they wouldn't be able to beat the Haoran Sect Master!"
None of the sect masters in the recordings could maintain their dignity, but since everyone suspected it was done by upper-realm immortals, they could only swallow their bitterness. Swallow it or not, they still had to go to the upper realm and demand an explanation. With so many people caught on camera, and everyone losing face together, there wasn't much left to laugh at—but still, rules were rules. The upper realm couldn't just bully them like this! Weren't they treating them like mere entertainment?
But when this news reached the upper immortal realm, those immortals looked at each other—every one of them utterly baffled. Appearance? Gender? Those could all be disguised, so they were useless for identification. As for the control methods and the blessings… completely incomprehensible. And according to the people of the lower realm, the two involved acted together. The woman controlling the scene, though she didn't carry the aura of a ghost cultivator, had black mist and ghost shadows at her command. The yin energy released with each move was at the level of a ghost king! Even stronger than the ghost kings of the ghost realm. An upper-realm immortal colluding with ghost cultivators? Impossible!
—Who would've thought they were two uninvited guests from another world?
Well… the upper realm didn't stay confused for long. After all, the entire trip lasted only ten days, and Mu Anqi had already spent half of that time in the mortal and ghost realms, then three days in the lower realm, leaving only two days for the upper realm.
The mysterious duo whose identities no one in this world could guess lived up to expectations—their precious performance recordings from the upper realm also found their way into the black market.
At that moment, the ghost realm and lower realm utterly exploded! Even though Mu Anqi released a thousand Shadow-Recording Stones into the black market, various copied copies, and even fourth- or fifth-generation copies, were all impossible to obtain—extremely hot sellers! The stones that entered the market earliest were even auctioned off for millions of top-grade spirit stones.
Then, the sect masters of the lower realm discovered… they couldn't contact any of the upper-realm bigshots anymore. Well, because immortals were relatively few in number, Mu Anqi hadn't spared a single one—after all, she needed to keep the bowl of water level. Ahem. These unfortunate immortals probably wouldn't communicate with the lower realm again unless they secluded themselves for a few hundred years.
Mu Anqi played around in the upper realm until the very last second. She and Ji Huaichu even went to the immortal realm's celestial pool to catch a few fish to eat. The fish here had tender flesh and clear bones; no matter how they were cooked, they were absolutely divine. The vegetables in the upper realm were also exceptionally delicious—one bite and the taste alone was shocking. Mu Anqi even wanted to go back to the Shattered Mirror Continent and ask whether the vegetables produced by vegetable-type plant demons tasted even better.
During these two days when the two tyrants roamed freely in the upper realm, the suffering immortals avoided them in fear. They liked to eat? Then various immortal fruits and spirit beasts were delivered nonstop, just to prevent those two from getting bored enough to make them perform again for entertainment. In all their years of cultivation, they had never been so humiliated.
Only after returning did Mu Anqi hear the system's notification that this world had been reset and restored, and she couldn't help but sigh: no wonder the Nirvana Space created so many duplicate worlds for players to enter. If they really went to the main world with their bizarre abilities… they truly would turn the real world upside down.