Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

A crisp notification sound rang in my mind, and a new interface popped up in the center of the screen, indicating that a call request was being sent.

The other party answered almost instantly.

The next second, the light screen suddenly expanded, and a clear, almost realistic image unfolded in front of Ye Chen.

A woman appears in the frame.

Dressed in white, her hair as black as a waterfall.

Her skin was as smooth and lustrous as jade, and her features were so exquisite that she looked like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.

She sat cross-legged in a dark cave, with a dim oil lamp faintly visible behind her, her whole being enveloped in a soft, gentle light, making her look unreal.

The witch Wanwan.

Ye Chen looked at "himself" in the image, opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Video calls are two-way; he can see Wanwan, and Wanwan can naturally see him as well.

The woman in white in the picture was stunned.

Those clear, deep eyes stared intently at Ye Chen on the other side of the screen, their pupils trembling slightly, as if they were looking into a strange mirror.

The reflection in the mirror wasn't of himself, but of a living, breathing young man whose features bore a striking resemblance to his own.

"you……"

Wanwan parted her red lips slightly, uttered a single word, and then fell silent.

Looking at the exquisitely beautiful, almost otherworldly face of "himself" in the image, Ye Chen suddenly felt a strange sensation.

This wonder does not stem from being amazing.

While Wanwan is indeed unbelievably beautiful, it's not just that she's stunning, but that beauty evokes an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Those eyes, that habit of slightly raising his eyebrows, even the barely noticeable little mole at the corner of his mouth, all made him feel inexplicably close to them.

Because that should have been his face.

No, it should be said that it was originally his own face, only that the Creator had reshaped it, transforming the sharp angles of a young man into the soft and delicate features of a woman.

"Another Me,"

Ye Chen leaned back in the driver's seat, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing, "Actually, you ate quite well!"

Wanwan's eyebrows suddenly shot up.

"What did you say?"

She gritted her teeth and squeezed out those words one by one, looking as if she wanted to reach through the screen and bite him.

Ye Chen remained completely unfazed, his smile widening even further: "I'm telling you, your face is quite handsome. What, am I not complimenting you?"

Wanwan took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently a few times.

Then, she suddenly laughed.

That smile was beautiful, like a night-blooming cereus suddenly blooming in a secluded valley, possessing a breathtaking and alluring charm.

But the moment Ye Chen saw that smile, a chill ran down his spine.

"Another Me,"

Wanwan's voice suddenly became soft and languid, like the murmur of a cat stretching, "You think my face is pretty?"

She raised one hand, her slender, fair fingers slowly tracing her collarbone, gently moving down the edge of her collar to hook the shoulder strap.

"Would you like to see it more clearly?"

The shoulder strap was pulled down slightly by an inch.

Her skin was as white as snow and as smooth as jade.

"Anyway, you are me, and I am you, so there shouldn't be any problem with taking a look, right?"

Wanwan tilted her head, looking at him with a bright smile. Her eyes seemed to hold a pool of spring water, shimmering and captivating.

Ye Chen: "..."

A chill ran from my tailbone straight up to the top of my head.

"cough!"

He coughed suddenly, instinctively turning his head away, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Alright, alright, I was wrong. I shouldn't have teased you. Hurry up and get dressed, let's get down to business."

Wanwan blinked, and the smile on her lips widened.

"What's wrong, are you shy?"

She slowly pulled the bra strap back up, a hint of smugness in her voice, "Weren't you quite the chatterbox just now? Saying things like 'the food was pretty good,' why are you so hesitant to look now?"

"That's because I thought you'd be furious, but I didn't expect you to come here!"

Ye Chen turned back, sighed helplessly, and said, "We're the same person, can't you have any shame?"

Have you no shame?

Wanwan scoffed, "I'm a woman now, and a beautiful one at that. What's wrong with using my looks? That's called making good use of my advantages."

"..."

Ye Chen remained silent for a moment, then decided not to pursue the topic with her any further.

Arguing with another version of yourself doesn't bring a sense of accomplishment even if you win, and it's even more embarrassing if you lose.

"Let's get down to business."

He straightened his expression and became serious, "Your world must have quite a few cultivation techniques, right? Just pick one out and let me take a look."

Wanwan's smile froze on her face.

"Wait a minute,"

She held up one finger, her expression becoming subtle. "You mean, you want me, someone from a martial arts world, to give a cultivation technique to someone from a fantasy world?"

"yes."

Please.

Wanwan took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently. "Your world is a world of epic proportions, with nine dragons pulling a coffin, ancient emperors and sovereigns—your cultivation system is miles ahead of mine. Why didn't you give it to me!"

Ye Chen remained calm, leaning back in the driver's seat, and said in a flat tone, "The Nine Dragons Coffin has already left. It will be at least another ten or twenty years before my brother returns from Beidou!"

Wanwan was taken aback.

"Besides, even if I gave you an ancient scripture from a great emperor, you still wouldn't be able to cultivate it."

Ye Chen continued, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Wanwan opened her mouth, but the words caught in her throat.

She was silent.

In those clear eyes, the flames of anger gradually died down, replaced by a complex emotion.

Yes.

He was another Ye Chen.

Since it's another version of myself, my personality is naturally the same—I'll lie down and never make a fuss if I can, and I'll cling to a powerful figure if I can, and I'll never take a risk.

This guy in front of me clearly has a future Heavenly Emperor brother to hug, so how could he give up a peaceful life and run to a place like the Big Dipper Star Region that eats people without spitting out bones?

He must have stayed on the safe planet Earth.

And what about yourself?

I am a person from the Tang Dynasty world, and I have not transmigrated to the world of Shrouding the Heavens. My physique is what it is, so how can I cultivate the Shrouding the Heavens technique?

Wanwan's lips twitched slightly, and a feeling of inexplicable frustration welled up inside her.

We're all Ye Chen, so why is it that this guy gets to be reincarnated into the world of Shrouding the Heavens and even has a Heavenly Emperor brother?

Not only did she become a woman, but she was also trapped in this low-level martial arts world, where she had to be wary of disgusting people like Bian Bufu every day.

unfair.

That's so unfair.

Looking at the changing expressions on her face, Ye Chen roughly guessed what she was thinking.

He carefully considered his words, softening his tone slightly, yet still carrying a hint of sarcasm: "However... if you write down the cultivation technique for me, perhaps I can help you in some way."

Wanwan raised her head, her gaze falling on his face, her eyes scrutinizing him.

"How can you help me?"

Ye Chen smiled but did not give a direct answer.

He couldn't very well reveal that he had a cheat code, but his words were a promise in themselves—you help me, and I will naturally repay you.

As for what to give back or how to give back, it's all just empty talk now.

Wanwan stared at him for a full five seconds.

The scrutiny in those clear, deep eyes gradually faded.

"Alright."

She sighed, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"The Heavenly Demon Technique, I'll write it down for you right now~~"

Ye Chen smiled and leaned back in the driver's seat, in a great mood.

The deal is done.