Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

With clothes in place, shoes and accessories naturally need to be just as good.

Huo Yutong was forced to sit on the shoe bench and tried on at least dozens of pairs of shoes—high heels, flats, sandals, and ankle boots. Every time she changed a pair, several girls would gather around to comment on her.

In the end, she chose three pairs: a pair of silver strappy high heels, a pair of white leather sandals, and a pair of dark blue ankle boots.

As for jewelry, Huo Yutong has never been used to wearing anything since she was a child. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets—she finds them all cumbersome.

"That won't do!" Tang Ya put her hands on her hips, looking like there was no room for discussion. "You've already decided to confess, you can't just go out bare-faced, can you? No jewelry? What about your pierced ears?"

"Ear piercing?" Huo Yutong blinked.

"Yeah, right! Get your ears pierced and wear a pair of tiny earrings." Tang Ya gestured dramatically. "With your blue hair and silver earrings, plus that backless dress, your uncle's eyes will practically pop out of his head!"

"This..." Huo Yutong hesitated for a moment.

"This is all to make your uncle's eyes light up," Tang Ya said, leaning closer to her.

"...Okay." She nodded.

The piercing shop is located on the corner of the commercial street.

The shop is small but clean and tidy, with various earring samples hanging on the walls.

The piercing technician was a young woman in her early twenties.

"Coming to get your ears pierced?" the young woman greeted them warmly.

Huo Yutong obediently sat down in the chair, tied her long blue hair into a bun, revealing her two fair ears.

"Don't be nervous, it'll be quick." The young lady smiled, and a faint white light suddenly emanated from her body as she activated her martial spirit.

Her martial spirit was actually a silver needle.

The needle materialized at her fingertip, as thin as a cow's hair, entirely silver-white, with a soft halo of soul power emanating from its tip.

The young woman's technique was skillful; she controlled her martial spirit with ease, and the thin needle trembled slightly under her control, as if it were alive.

"Sit still and don't move. It might hurt a little, but just bear with it."

Huo Yutong took a deep breath and nodded.

The young woman leaned closer to her left ear, and the fine silver needle was precisely aimed at her earlobe—just a point.

A slight stinging sensation came over me, like being bitten by an ant.

Huo Yutong subconsciously shrank her neck, but the pain quickly subsided.

"Alright, left side done. Now for the right side—"

One more thing.

Both ears are pierced. The young lady skillfully inserted a sterilizing swab into the piercings and instructed, "Don't get them wet today. You can change the earrings tomorrow."

Soul Masters have different physical abilities than ordinary people. The stronger a Soul Master is, the stronger their physical abilities are. With Huo Yutong's physical abilities, she can change her earrings immediately after getting her ears pierced.

Huo Yutong touched her ears, the slight warmth making her feel a little novel; this was the first time she had ever had piercings done on her body.

"Beautiful!" Xiao Xiao clapped her hands beside her. "When you're better, I'll give you a pair of earrings!"

"Tian'er and I have them too!" Wu Feng also said, showing off his metal earrings.

"If you're going to dress up properly, you have to be meticulous from head to toe, not a single step can be overlooked!"

Ning Tian took Huo Yutong's hand and headed towards "Qing Si Fang," a finely decorated barbershop at the end of the commercial street.

The barber shop owner was a gentle and refined Soul Master who warmly greeted the group of girls as they entered.

"Yutong, your hair is in such good condition, it's just that you usually take it too casually," Ning Tian said.

The hairdresser's technique was very gentle. She first used shampoo to give Huo Yutong's blue hair a deep clean, and then gave her an essential oil treatment. The scent of lavender and rosemary filled the air, and Huo Yutong almost fell asleep comfortably.

"Your hair is so beautiful," the young woman exclaimed, running her fingers through the long blue hair. "It's so fine and soft, and it has a natural shine; you don't need any extra care."

After rinsing off the essential oil, the young lady used a thick white towel to absorb the dryness of her hair, and then used a hairdryer on a low heat until it was half dry.

Next up is the haircut.

The young lady's scissors flew through Huo Yutong's hair, the snip-snip sound like a lighthearted song.

Thinning, refining, and creating distinct layers—every cut is just right.

Huo Yutong closed her eyes, feeling the cool touch of the scissors slicing through her hair, and the comfortable sensation of her fingers gently massaging her scalp.

After going through the whole process, Huo Yutong opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her long blue hair was cut in distinct layers, with the ends slightly curled inwards, making her face appear even smaller and more delicate.

The hair shimmered like satin under the light, so smooth that fingers couldn't linger on it for even a moment.

"How is it?" Tang Ya peeked out from behind, looking at Huo Yutong in the mirror. "Don't you think you look stunning?"

"Okay, let's go." Huo Yutong smiled and stood up. "It's time to go back."

Tang Ya, Ning Tian, ​​Wu Feng, and Xiao Xiao exchanged glances and laughed, because it wasn't over yet.

As the group emerged from the barbershop, Huo Yutong's blue hair shimmered like satin in the sunlight, and she looked much more energetic.

But Ning Tian circled around her once, then suddenly stopped, looked her up and down, and said thoughtfully:

"Yutong, you've never worn makeup before, have you?"

Huo Yutong paused for a moment, then honestly shook her head: "No. I find it troublesome when cultivating, and usually... I don't have that habit."

"I knew it!" Ning Tian's eyes lit up. "With such a beautiful face, it would be a waste not to wear makeup!"

She grabbed Huo Yutong's wrist and pointed to the side: "There's a beauty salon right next door. The makeup artists there are very skilled. Want to try it out? Just think of it as... a preview."

Huo Yutong followed her finger and looked over. It was a small shop with a small storefront but exquisite decoration. The signboard read "Yan Ruyu". Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see several customers having their makeup done by a makeup artist. The shelves were full of bottles and jars, and a faint fragrance of cosmetics wafted in the air.

She hesitated for only a moment, then nodded.

The makeup artist in the beauty store was a gentle woman in her thirties surnamed Liu. When she saw Huo Yutong and her group come in, Sister Liu's eyes lit up and she warmly invited them to sit down.

"This young lady has such a good foundation—" She had Huo Yutong sit in front of the vanity mirror, scrutinizing her face, and exclaimed in admiration, "Her skin is as white as porcelain, her brow bones are well-defined, and her eyes are beautiful. She doesn't need heavy makeup; light makeup is enough."

Huo Yutong sat obediently in the chair, tilting her head back, letting Sister Liu manipulate her face.

A light pat of foundation made her face look like it had been rained on; a fine eyebrow pencil made her eyebrows look more delicate; a light champagne eyeshadow was chosen, which blended a gentle halo around her blue eyes; and a light peach lipstick made her lips look moist and full.

Throughout the entire process, Huo Yutong kept her eyes closed.

She could feel the makeup brush gently brushing across her face, smell the faint rose scent in the powder, and hear Tang Ya and the others whispering amongst themselves: "Make it a little lighter here," "Make the lip color a little more moisturizing," "Yes, yes, just like that."

"alright."

Sister Liu's voice rang out, carrying a hint of satisfied smile.

"You can open your eyes now."

Huo Yutong slowly opened her eyes.

A strange yet incredibly familiar face was reflected in the mirror.

It's still the same face. The eyebrows and eyes are still the same, the nose is still the same, the lips are still the same.

But for some reason, she seemed to be illuminated, her skin glowing with a delicate sheen under the light, her eyes and brows exuding a touch of softness, and the peach color on her lips giving her a youthful and charming look.

Huo Yutong was stunned; she had never seen herself like this before.

"Isn't it beautiful!" Tang Ya clapped her hands triumphantly from behind. "I knew it! When Yu Tong does makeup, she's second to none!"

"So beautiful..." Xiao Xiao said, resting her chin on her hand.

Huo Yutong looked at herself in the mirror, two blushes slowly rising on her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile.

(There's a poll in the book club about the Little Dragon God's gender; please remember to vote.)