I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

The Art of Transformation is a spell passed down within the Immortal Sect.

Due to its consumption of magical power, lack of significant utility, and susceptibility to detection and disruption by opponents, it is generally disliked by cultivators.

Li Yunshang had mentioned this spell to Jiang Wen, inspired by the Seventy-Two Transformations performed by the Monkey King in Journey to the West.

Although the Art of Transformation isn't as miraculous as the Seventy-Two Transformations, allowing free changes in form to traverse heaven and earth, it can transform the caster into their desired object based on imagination.

However, the Art of Transformation requires continuous magical power support. Once cast, it's akin to having a portion of magical power extracted out of thin air, significantly impacting the efficiency of magical power usage and greatly reducing combat power.

Moreover, because different realms emit different auras, if one encounters a cultivator slightly more advanced in cultivation, this spell is easily seen through.

Therefore, ordinary cultivators don't like to practice this spell. Only Li Yunshang remembered it out of boredom.

The Art of Transformation has many drawbacks, but for Jiang Wen, it's different. Firstly, his magical power recovers much faster than ordinary cultivators. The golden core in his Sea of Life is like a water pump, replenishing as much as he uses.

Secondly, he lacks the unique aura of a specific realm. Li Yunshang once wondered why he hadn't entered the Lighting Realm yet. This is because his cultivation system is completely different from this world, so there's no possibility of being seen through.

The next day dawned, and outside the tavern, gongs and drums resounded, and the crowd roared.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it! This Art of Transformation is truly magical, capable of such a feat!" Li Yunshang pressed on Jiang Wen's bulging chest, her tone tinged with a hint of sourness.

After circling around the mirror, Jiang Wen contentedly prepared to take off his clothes. However, the door was pushed open at this moment, and someone's puzzled voice came again.

"Although you are a man, you must still be careful in everything. I heard that male fondness is quite prevalent in Tai Cang. Don't let them take advantage of you," Li Yunshang kindly reminded, prompting Jiang Wen to pat her head with the Tai Xuan Mirror before chasing her out of the room.

Taking off the blue robe, he transformed back into himself, sitting on the bed and circulating his Zhou Tian magical power.

This Art of Transformation is indeed a secret art. Except for the inner self remaining the same, everything external is identical to the corresponding gender. Jiang Wen even suspected that if he cultivated this art to a profound level, could he even change his inner self? At that time, even with heaven-defying abilities, it would be difficult to distinguish the truth from falsehood.

The two of them, one active and one still, combined to cast a large net. What kind of fish they would catch at that time would depend on what kind of fish would swim in.

This was the opening of the Hundred Flowers Festival, also the first large-scale event in Tai Cang in nearly three years.

"…" Li Yunshang's eyes widened, looking at the woman in front of her in disbelief. "This, this, this transformation is too great!"

It really is a terrifying spell, and it's unclear why no one is willing to cultivate it.

"Aura Concealing Pearl?"

After all, their current goal was to find information about the God-Worshipping Society. If they were targeted by the Marquis of Pingnan's people again, it would be much more troublesome to act. Under various factors, the task of participating in the Hundred Flowers Festival naturally fell to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen nodded, then took out two protective talismans and handed them to them: "If you encounter a crisis, bite your finger and smear the blood on this talisman. It will protect you safely, and I will definitely arrive in time."

Jiang Wen looked at himself in the mirror, somewhat narcissistically pinching his face. His current appearance was transformed based on the image of Lu Xueqi from the internet. Although there were no specific facial features, he was very satisfied with the temperament and demeanor.

"You're going to participate in the Hundred Flowers Festival, and you're also going to be the selected woman by the Prefect. Naturally, your safety must be taken care of. I have no worries, and the Tai Xuan Mirror is not needed for the time being. Why not give it to you? In case of any danger, you can use it to delay for a moment or two," Li Yunshang said casually, not taking the Tai Xuan Mirror seriously. Jiang Wen didn't stand on ceremony and put the Tai Xuan Mirror into his storage bag.

"It's me, Jiang Wen," Jiang Wen said softly.

"Beautiful! Too beautiful!" Li Yunshang's face was flushed, and she excitedly moved closer. She looked left and right, extremely curious about Jiang Wen's transformed appearance.

The constables stood on the rooftops, closely watching the surrounding movements. The garrison soldiers maintained order with their spears, and everyone's face was filled with joy.

Jiang Wen unceremoniously swatted her claws away, then looked at her and said: "Fellow Daoist Li, coming to this poor Daoist's room so late, you don't just want to take advantage of this poor Daoist, do you?"

Only then did Li Yunshang sheepishly retract her palm, looking at Jiang Wen and saying apologetically: "It's just that I forgot to give you something, and I only remembered it after returning to the room."

"How is it, am I beautiful?" Jiang Wen winked at Li Yunshang, then gracefully walked over.

"Aren't you using the Tai Xuan Mirror yourself?" He knew the power of this mirror. When fighting the old woman, this thing could suppress the Blood Pool. Judging by its performance, it must not be an ordinary magical artifact.

As she spoke, Li Yunshang handed him a pearl and a bronze mirror. Jiang Wen took the pearl and bronze mirror, looking at them in front of his eyes.

The door was knocked open, and Li Yunshang came in with the fragrance of ink and books. She was going to participate in this Hundred Flowers Festival with Mo Xiang and Shu Xiang, while Jiang Wen was going to participate in another identity.

This was his second magical artifact besides Flying Frost, and it could be considered a life-saving treasure.

Jiang Wen got off the bed and opened the window, only to see red silk stretching endlessly outside, fireworks sounding. Countless petals fell one after another, and the surging crowd flowed towards the distance like a great river.

"Good." Mo Xiang carefully accepted the talisman.

So the plan was that he would transform into a woman to participate in the Hundred Flowers Festival, and then take the opportunity to go to the Prefect and the cultivator of the Tai Shen Palace to collect evidence using the video recorder. Li Yunshang would secretly observe the movements of the Prefect's personnel to find information related to the God-Worshipping Society.

The reason for not letting Li Yunshang go was first, that her cultivation had not yet recovered, and for safety reasons, Jiang Wen rejected the possibility of her personally going into action. Second, to avoid exposing her identity during the journey to the Hundred Flowers Festival, causing unnecessary trouble.

Mo Xiang looked somewhat disappointed when she heard that Jiang Wen was not going with them. However, she quickly recovered and was not too affected. After all, she also knew that Jiang Wen had many things to do and might not be able to take care of them.

"It's so lively," Jiang Wen exclaimed. He didn't expect to see a sea of people in this era. It seems that joining in the fun is human nature, especially for a festival like the Hundred Flowers Festival where beautiful women gather.

"Yes, yes, and this."

After the three women left, Jiang Wen tidied up his things and transformed into a cold woman. Then he put on a blue robe and walked out of the tavern with ease.

Along the way, many men were stunned, all with eyes that wished they could stick to him.

Jiang Wen didn't care at all, acting like no one should approach. Holding a sword in his hand, he coldly walked towards the Hundred Flowers Festival venue.