In the dim environment, the dazzling white light was particularly blinding. Several people instinctively closed their eyes. After about a minute, the glaring white light finally began to fade. The three who had regained their senses simultaneously turned their curious gazes toward the center.
The originally small and agile Animal Spirit was nowhere to be seen. In its place stood a little girl with white hair and red eyes, about 1.3 meters tall, dressed in a gray Daoist robe. Her soft, snow-white hair cascaded down to her waist, with a pair of fluffy white beast ears playfully perked up. Behind her robe, a fluffy white tail swayed gently, adding to her liveliness.
At this moment, the girl's round, moist face was filled with confusion and helplessness. Her clear red eyes darted around like a small animal lost in an unfamiliar world—innocent and naive, evoking a sense of pity.
Acheron: (¬_¬")
Jiang Qingning: （－_－）b
Song Qianqian: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
little loli: (๑•. •๑)
While the little one was examining herself with an ignorant gaze, Song Qianqian suddenly felt two sharp stares from beside her. Turning to look, she saw the gazes came from Acheron and Jiang Qingning.
In Jiang Qingning's shocked eyes, there was actually a hint of twisted admiration. The unspoken meaning—'You youngsters really know how to have fun!'—was obvious. Even she hadn't thought one could "reprogram" an Extraterritorial Creature like this.
The admiring gaze felt like needles on her back, making Song Qianqian extremely embarrassed. However, she was more worried about Acheron's opinion. Although Acheron's face remained as cold as frost, Song Qianqian keenly detected a subtle ripple beneath the surface.
'The usually clever and smart little Qian secretly has... such unique tastes... Should I introduce her to Silver Wolf in the future?'
Song Qianqian: (っ °Д °;)っ
She knew she had to stop Acheron's wild thoughts immediately. After a frantic series of explanations, Song Qianqian claimed she had accidentally heard about "validation-seeking spirits" from a roommate. Encountering one in reality, she had felt inexplicably curious and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. The key point was: who would have thought this little sister would actually transform into that specific description!
"Acheron, don't misunderstand, I'm really not into that! Besides, your streamlined figure is much better than a little girl's, why would I... ahem, in short, please don't misunderstand!"
Jiang Qingning (°ー°〃): 'little girl, do you know how dangerous your statement is?'
Feeling like she couldn't keep up with the times, Jiang Qingning silently turned her head away, pretending to know nothing. As for Acheron, she didn't overthink it, naturally believing little Qian and missing the "blind spot" in her words. Then, a new problem arose.
"Where did this little one come from?" Jiang Qingning asked with a puzzled expression. While resting, she had remained vigilant the whole way, yet she hadn't sensed the approach at all.
As if seeing through her thoughts, Acheron explained. "Although she is young in form, the power within her is no less than yours. However, since she harbored no ill intent, I paid her no mind."
And indeed, that was the case. This little one now looked utterly bewildered and posed no threat at all. Poor thing—she had simply come to seek a blessing and happened to be poisoned by otaku culture. Thinking of this, Song Qianqian not only blushed with embarrassment but also felt a bit guilty.
"Waaah! What's going on? Why is it different from what I imagined?" The little girl had finished examining herself and only now belatedly realized something was wrong. Her cute face looked pitiful, as if she were about to cry. Her two fluffy ears drooped in distress.
"Ah! Don't cry! Um..." Song Qianqian couldn't think of how to comfort her and looked to the others for help, only to be met with glares that said: 'You caused this mess, you deal with it.'
Helpless, Song Qianqian stepped up. "little sister, don't cry. Tell big sister what's wrong, and I'll do my best to help you."
Hearing this, the girl immediately glared at her, cheeks puffed with rage. "Hmph! Liar, it's all because of you that little Yao turned out like this!" As she spoke, she quickly stepped forward and angrily pounded Song Qianqian's chest with her small fists.
Faced with this "attack," Song Qianqian had no choice but to accept it. "Your name is little Yao, right? Look, big sister didn't mean it. And think of the bright side—maybe you'll grow up in the future."
However, little Yao wasn't fooled. "You liar! Mommy said once I take form, little Yao's appearance can't change anymore!"
"Oof..." little Yao caught the pained expression on her sister's face and her anger instantly turned to worry. She hurriedly reached out to gently rub Song Qianqian's chest. "Yah! Sorry, sorry! little Yao got too angry and accidentally used too much force! I forgot you're just a mortal!"
Song Qianqian Ծ‸Ծ: 'Crap! I almost forgot this girl isn't human. If she hits me a couple more times, I might end up in the hospital.'
At that moment, she felt her pride had suffered a severe blow. However, she maintained her pained expression to gain sympathy.
"Sister, don't die! little Yao was wrong!"
"Sister is fine. How about you stop being angry, little Yao?"
"Mhm mhm! little Yao isn't angry anymore!"
Song Qianqian covered her lips, afraid she might let a smile slip.
"little Yao keeps her promises. You helped little Yao take form; little Yao won't repay kindness with ingratitude."
Jiang Qingning was utterly dumbfounded, wondering if this girl was really a college student or a professional con artist. Even Acheron almost couldn't resist giving little Qian a smack.
"Don't worry," Song Qianqian comforted the girl. "You can come to big sister for help in the future too."
"Mhm, thank you, sister. You're really a good person!"
Song Qianqian smiled sincerely.
'See, she even thanks me.' Clearly, the girl from another world had never experienced the harsh realities of modern society. This round was a hard lesson in modern literature for the natives of another world.