"This is going to be fun."

Ning Liu stretched and said, "Inner demons are more troublesome than any enemy. Especially someone like Yue Guan, who has something on his mind."

Bibi Dong glanced at him but did not refute him.

She was well aware, of course, that Yue Guan's effeminate manners and extreme pursuit of beauty were not innate.

For many years, this has been a closely guarded taboo within the Spirit Hall.

Yue Guan never mentioned it, and no one else dared to ask.

But this scar has undoubtedly remained etched in his heart.

...

As time and space change, the seasons shift and the world transforms.

Yue Guan found herself in a small courtyard that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

A few half-dead vegetables grew in the yard, and moss climbed all over the earthen walls. A thin boy was squatting in the corner, clumsily drawing the outline of a chrysanthemum on the mud with a small stick.

That boy was a younger version of myself.

"Sissy! You don't play beanbag rolling with us, all you do is draw flowers. Are you even a girl?"

Several teenagers gathered around, and the one in the lead, who was tall and strong, stomped on the painting on the ground and smashed it.

Young Yueguan looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, but stubbornly refusing to let them fall. "I didn't!"

"Still denying it! You're prettier than a girl, and you speak in such a soft voice, it's disgusting!"

"Hit him!"

Punches and kicks rained down on him.

Young Yue Guan covered his head, curled up on the ground, and remained silent.

The more silent he remained, the more vigorously they fought.

Yue Guan stood aside, watching all of this indifferently.

These were memories he had long since buried, the most unbearable period of his life before he became a Soul Master.

Suddenly, the scene before my eyes shattered.

He appeared at the training ground of the Martial Soul Academy.

Having awakened the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum Martial Soul, he possessed exceptional talent and made rapid progress, yet he remained an anomaly in the eyes of others.

"Hey, look at Yue Guan. He's clearly a guy, but his martial soul is a flower."

"Shh, keep your voice down, he's ruthless. Last time someone spoke up about him, he used his soul skill to tie them up and drew a chrysanthemum on their face, and it didn't wash off for three days."

"What's the use of being talented if he has such a weird personality? Who would dare to team up with him in the future?"

The whispers and murmurs were as persistent as mosquitoes and flies.

The scene shifts again, and he has become an elder of the Spirit Hall, with the title "Chrysanthemum".

He stood below the Papal Palace, listening as the former Pope, Chihiro, looked him over with the same scrutinizing gaze one would give a piece of merchandise.

"Yue Guan, your strength is not bad, but this appearance is a bit...unpresentable."

"When you represent the Spirit Hall in the future, you should pay more attention to the impact, or perhaps wear a mask."

A seemingly casual remark, yet it was like a poisonous thorn, piercing his heart.

He spent his whole life pursuing power, but no matter how powerful he became, there were always people who would criticize his appearance and behavior.

He said he didn't care, and even used a more eccentric and effeminate demeanor as a disguise, but he never truly overcame the hurdle in his heart.

The scenes in his hallucinations kept changing, each one a recurring memory, each sound a reminder of the past he least wanted to face.

Just then, all the illusions vanished.

He stood in pure darkness, and in front of him, a tall, robust figure, full of masculine energy, slowly materialized.

The figure's face bore a striking resemblance to his, but with sharp features and eyes filled with aggression and mockery.

"Do you see this? This is you, Yue Guan."

The figure spoke, its voice deep and powerful, a stark contrast to Yue Guan's feminine tone, "A pathetic monster rejected by the world."

"You are nothing but the manifestation of my inner demons."

Yue Guan stared coldly at him, her soul power surging secretly within her body.

"Inner demons? I am not an inner demon."

That "Moon Pass" scoffed.

"I am who you were meant to be! If it weren't for that accident, you would have been a towering man, walking the most domineering path with the most powerful martial spirit!"

"Instead of being like before, neither human nor ghost, relying on his face and a flower to make a living from women!"

"shut up!"

Yue Guan shouted sternly.

Did I hit a nerve?

The masculine "Moon Gate" is approaching step by step.

"Dare you say you've never envied a normal man?"

"Dare you say you've never been jealous of those Title Douluos who possess powerful Beast Martial Souls?"

"Their punches and kicks are full of power, but what about you? Your fighting is like a woman embroidering!"

"You've spent your whole life pursuing beauty, yet you yourself are the greatest irony of 'beauty'! A man living like a woman, don't you find it ridiculous?"

Every word is piercing to the heart.

Yue Guan's body trembled slightly, and his face turned extremely pale.

These words were like red-hot iron needles, piercing the deepest part of his soul.

"Come on, kill me."

The masculine "Yue Guan" opens his arms wide.

"Killing me is tantamount to denying your past self."

"Then, accept me, accept this masculinity that is rightfully yours! God will only reshape your very being, making you a true man! Then, no one will dare to laugh at you again!"

Yue Guan's eyes flickered violently, and his breathing became rapid.

To become a "real man"? The temptation was simply too great for him.

He slowly raised his hand, and golden soul power condensed in his palm, transforming into a sharp blade.

Seeing his appearance, the masculine "Yue Guan" revealed a victorious smile.

However, the soul power blade in Yue Guan's palm suddenly dissipated in the next moment.

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