After transmigrating, she became the most beloved beast in the world.

Chapter 27 True Appearance

Just as Chu Xinyao was staring at Mo, who was dressed in black and stiff in the audience, the drums sounded loudly, and an old man with white hair and beard walked out. He came between the two people on the stage, holding an antique little box in his hand.

He first gestured for everyone to be quiet, and then he loudly announced, "At this Flower Spirit Gathering, our Butterfly Queen has selected the most beautiful couple. If you two are willing, I am willing to hold a marriage ceremony for you."

The old man looked at the two of them. Chu Xinyao thought it was just a simple matter of going on stage, but she didn't expect that she would also be giving away her husband for free. She immediately shook her head like a rattle drum.

Crane Feather also shook his head. He had been traveling the continent for a long time, but had not yet encountered a female who could arouse his desire to form a mate.

The old man's voice echoed in the bustling hall, his eyes filled with a hint of expectation, but also revealing an unspeakable regret.

The appearance of the Butterfly Queen signifies that this perfect couple has an extraordinary destiny, but destiny is something that cannot be forced.

Although Chu Xinyao and He Yu's refusal disappointed the old man, he quickly adjusted his emotions and continued with the next ritual of the Flower Spirit Gathering.

He took out a small porcelain bottle from the box. The bottle was exquisite, with delicate patterns on its surface. He carefully opened the bottle, and a faint fragrance immediately filled the air. The fragrance had a hint of sweetness, which was refreshing and delightful.

The spirit flower nectar from the porcelain bottle was gently dripped onto the flowers worn by Chu Xinyao and He Yu. The nectar, like morning dew, was crystal clear and slowly slid down the petals.

As the nectar of the spirit flower dripped, the sweet aroma became even more intense, as if even the air itself had become sweeter.

Everyone observed the butterfly queen alighting on the flower with curiosity, and noticed that the butterfly queen's wings began to tremble slightly, as if she had sensed the sweet fragrance.

The butterfly queen's wings suddenly unfurled, their colors becoming even more vibrant, as if nourished by the fragrance of the nectar of the sacred flower, making them even more lifelike. Chu Xinyao sensed the butterfly queen's change, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Seeing this, the old man smiled with satisfaction. He gently tossed the petals in his hand into the air, like messengers spreading blessings. As the petals fell, the butterfly queens seemed to sense this joy; they fluttered down, gracefully dancing their wings in the air, as if celebrating this beautiful moment.

Just when Chu Xinyao thought it was over, two butterfly queens suddenly flew towards her and He Yu's masks, and her heart instantly tightened.

The butterfly queen didn't seem to be a real butterfly; it merely touched the mask lightly and then merged into it like smoke.

This scene left Chu Xinyao staring wide-eyed in astonishment. "This...this..."

The faint golden light emanating from them suddenly became dazzling, as radiant as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at them.

Chu Xinyao felt as if the mask on her face was being dissolved by an invisible force. The golden light seeped into the mask like liquid, making it transparent and eventually disappearing. She could feel her skin exposed to the air, and touched her cheek in surprise. The mask she had been wearing had vanished.

However, before she could react, a familiar cool sensation covered her face again. It turned out that Mo had intervened in time and cast another layer of illusion magic on her.

Chu Xinyao breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing at his timely reaction.

The golden light lasted only a few seconds before disappearing without a trace, revealing the faces of the two people hidden behind their masks.

He Yu's appearance was indeed as Chu Xinyao had predicted—incomparably handsome. His features were exquisite, and his brows revealed an extraordinary air.

However, just as Chu Xinyao was still rejoicing that her appearance had been cleverly concealed by Mo's magic, she noticed that He Yu's gaze suddenly froze. He looked at her with an incredulous blankness in his eyes.

Chu Xinyao's heart tightened, and she subconsciously raised her hand to gently touch her cheek. The skin she touched was delicate and there was nothing unusual.

"Wh...what's wrong?" Chu Xinyao's voice trembled slightly. Could it be that she had used the illusion technique too much and become ugly?

However, in He Yu's eyes, under the intervention of the Butterfly Queen's mysterious power, Mo only had time to transform it into dark skin before it disappeared completely.

The woman's skin was as white as snow, radiating an almost unreal glow, like the purest frost under moonlight, so beautiful it was almost blinding. Her long, black hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, swaying gently with her movements like seaweed bobbing in the deep sea. Her eyebrows were gently arched, like distant mountains shrouded in mist. Her lips were naturally red, forming a soft, gentle curve.

Her eyes seemed to hold endless affection. When she gazed at you, you felt an indescribable magic, as if you could drown in her gaze and be unable to extricate yourself.

Crane Feather finally came to his senses, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes. "It's nothing, you...you're very beautiful." She was the most beautiful female he had ever seen during his travels across the continent.

"My goodness, that orc is so handsome."

"His skin is so fair! I imagine their child would also have a very fair complexion!"

"That female must be regretting it now, missing out on such a high-quality orc."

"Fortunately, these two didn't become a couple, so I still have a chance. Handsome male orc, what kind of female do you prefer?"

Chu Xinyao's appearance, set against her dark skin, did not attract the attention of the females of the same sex. Their attention was all captivated by He Yu's handsome appearance, and they all gathered around her.

Surrounded by this group of enthusiastic females, whose gazes were filled with undisguised admiration, Tsuruha felt somewhat overwhelmed, and his fair face flushed crimson.

He is not someone who likes to be the center of attention, and this situation is undoubtedly bothering him.

"Thank you for your kind words, beautiful females." Tsuruha forced a smile, even though he didn't want to. "I have to go now."

He tried to move aside, but the females around him didn't move aside. Instead, they moved closer to him, as if they were about to throw themselves into his arms.

Crane Feather's advance was halted, forcing him to remain where he was. The enthusiasm of the surrounding females did not diminish in the slightest; they continued to surround him, bombarding him with questions in an attempt to attract his attention.

He Yu's voice carried a hint of urgency. He tried his best to remain polite, but his tone revealed a firmness: "Everyone, I'm really sorry, but I have no plans to form a partnership right now. Thank you very much for your enthusiasm, but there are too many people here, and I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. Could you please move back a bit? I'm having trouble breathing."

The females around him noticed that He Yu's face was indeed somewhat pale, realizing that their actions might have genuinely made him uncomfortable. They began to move aside, making some space for him.

Seeing this, He Yu quickly seized the opportunity. His body began to change; his body under his clothes rapidly expanded, transforming into a giant crane.

Its feathers are as white as snow, and its wings, when spread out, are as broad as clouds, elegant yet powerful.

His movements were swift and fluid; he transformed almost instantly. The surrounding females watched in astonishment, their admiration for his elegant beast form.

The crane flapped its wings and soared into the air, its body rising lightly away from the crowded throng. It circled in the air, enjoying the exhilaration of free flight. Its wings beat powerfully against the air, each flap propelling it higher and farther.

After flying through the air for a while, Crane Feather slowly descended to a quiet place. He transformed back into human form, took a deep breath of the fresh air, and felt a sense of ease and freedom he had never experienced before.