All Worlds Beg the Villainess to Act Like a Human

"Little Grass, I have already taken human form."

"It’s not the first time I’ve transformed. I know to wear clothes, so you don’t have to turn your back."

Xuan Shuang was somewhat speechless. Is this Demon Stone a chatterbox? It’s fine when it’s silent, but once it starts talking, it never stops. Can it talk about anything for half a day? Maybe it’s lonely being a stone, with no one to talk to?

Xuan Shuang wasn’t aware that she had guessed correctly.

Mo Yuhuai came into existence as a Chaotic Spirit Stone and was viewed by others only as refining materials. Nobody bothered to chat with him. Before the Heavenly Realm rose, he was schemed against and fled into the Demon Abyss, buried underground for countless years. It wouldn’t have mattered if he had no consciousness, but he did, yet he dared not speak easily, fearing he’d be melted down as materials.

Qiann Yan turned back, and the Demon Stone that had been in the grass was gone, replaced by a handsome young boy standing there, appearing about seventeen or eighteen years old. He wore black clothes that gave a sense of heaviness and oppression, but his face held a tinge of innocence, and his eyes showed a joy and nervousness at seeing the world anew.

"Now that you’re transformed, let’s go."

Mo Yuhuai took two steps to Qiann Yan’s side: "Where are we going? Aren’t you not returning to the Heavenly Realm for now?"

"Also, what do you think of this outfit I’ve transformed into? Does it suit a Demon Stone?"

"It’s a pity I’m a Demon Stone now. My body emits Demonic Qi from the inside out. If it were before, I would choose to wear white. White feels more comfortable."

Qiann Yan stopped: "You can’t transform into white clothes?"

"I can, but it doesn’t match my identity. Doesn’t a body full of Demonic Qi wearing white clothes pretending to be an Immortal seem a bit off?"

Qiann Yan: "I don’t think so. You should wear whatever you like, regardless of whether it matches or not. Isn’t it all up to what you want? Do you dress for others to see?"

Mo Yuhuai was momentarily stunned. He wasn’t very familiar with social customs and only knew people’s hearts could be terrifying. Despite his current chattiness, he was still warily observant.

"Then should I try white clothes?" He looked at Qiann Yan. Since gaining consciousness, this was the first time he’d met someone like Qiann Yan, or rather, someone like Little Grass.

Qiann Yan nodded: "Give it a try then."

Mo Yuhuai immediately transformed his black clothes into white ones. The pure, immaculate attire, coupled with his eyes untouched by the world, instantly made him stand out.

"This is good, it suits you." Qiann Yan said before Mo Yuhuai could ask. At the very least, she had some taste. The black clothes had been too heavy on him just now and didn’t suit him.

Mo Yuhuai nodded with a smile, creating a mirror to glance at himself, evidently somewhat satisfied with his appearance.

"Little Grass, I still don’t know your name."

"Qiann Yan."

"You don’t have a surname? Well, neither do we Innate Spiritual Objects; we only have names. I am simply called Huai. You may call me Huai. Not many know my name." Mo Yuhuai raised an eyebrow, his handsome face showing a look of ’you are lucky.’

"Little Grass, did you descend this time specifically for your not-so-bright younger sisters?"

Qiann Yan: "Yes."

"I remember you saying earlier that you were waiting for certain people to die before returning. Are they the ones who were messing with your sisters? They’re from the Heavenly Realm too?"

Qiann Yan replied, not stopping her pace. There was nothing urgent now, no need to rush. So, instead of flying through the clouds, she chose the most common way for mortals to travel — walking.