Sun Minghao Transformed into Hair

Chapter 51

Hair, although it was a part of the body, did not belong to the flesh and blood. 

Just like nails and teeth, it was merely a useful appendage that grew on the body. 

And now, Sun Minghao's hair actually showed signs of vitality. 

Even though this vitality was very faint, only someone like Li Changmeng, who had comprehended the Way of Flesh and Blood and was highly sensitive to the vitality of flesh and blood, would be able to detect it. 

"I feel much more comfortable after tidying up." 

After trimming his hair, Sun Minghao collected the strands scattered on the ground. They filled an entire shovel. He casually dug a hole behind the house and buried them. 

After Sun Minghao returned to his house, Li Changmeng quietly approached the burial site, retrieved the hair, and brought it back to his cave dwelling. 

He placed the hair on the table. Upon closer inspection, he confirmed that the hair indeed possessed vitality. 

However, now that it had been separated from Sun Minghao, this vitality was continuously weakening and would soon revert to ordinary hair. 

Li Changmeng naturally wouldn't allow this transformation to occur. He cast an improved version of the **Five-Spirit Wound-Healing Spell** on the hair. When combined with the Way of Flesh and Blood, the healing effect was even stronger. 

Once the spell was cast, the hair began to tremble slightly and even started growing. 

Moreover, it was growing in the direction of Sun Minghao. 

"This is interesting. The changes in the cultivator's body due to the power of incense offerings don't just cause physical distortions but also seem to awaken certain parts of the body." 

Even though these strands had already separated from Sun Minghao, Li Changmeng could sense that they were still connected to him. Their qi and energy remained linked. 

Sun Minghao's **Incense Connection Channel** could still pour the power of incense offerings into these hairs. 

Li Changmeng had no reservations about using the power of incense offerings. Since the hair could absorb it, he channeled a large amount into them. 

After all, it was just hair. Even if something went wrong, it wouldn't matter. 

Like oil being poured onto a fire, the pile of hair sizzled and rapidly expanded in volume. 

Before long, a large mass of entangled hair had formed and began rolling toward the outer sect. 

Li Changmeng didn't stop it—he was curious to see what the hair would do. 

Even though **Prayer-to-Immortals Peak** was just a small mountain, it was still vast enough for the ten disciples living there. The hairball rolled forward unnoticed and eventually reached the door of Sun Minghao's house. 

The hairball then changed its shape. Individual strands of hair slipped through the cracks in the door and reformed into a ball inside. 

At that moment, Sun Minghao was practicing a spell—the **Object-Control Spell** from the *Three-Qi Harmonization Formula*. He had no idea that an uninvited guest had arrived at his feet. 

"Spells are more difficult than cultivation. I don't even have enough spiritual power in my body to practice them more than a few times." 

Sun Minghao sighed. Spells were simply too challenging, especially at the early stages of Qi Refining when his spiritual power was too limited for effective practice. 

"Why is my foot itching?" 

An uncomfortable itching sensation came from his foot, making Sun Minghao frown. 

He looked down and saw a large black mass clinging to his foot. 

"What is this thing!?" 

Sun Minghao quickly shook his foot, trying to get rid of it, but the black hair seemed to have fused with his skin. 

Seeing that he couldn't shake it off, Sun Minghao had another idea—if it was stuck so firmly, he could simply remove his shoe. 

He bent down and tried to pull it off, but a sharp pain shot through his foot. 

Moreover, there was a distinct pulling sensation. 

It was as if he was yanking at his own hair. 

Hair? 

Sun Minghao took a closer look. The dark mass looked exactly like hair, though some of it was curled. 

Its color, length, and texture all strongly resembled human hair. 

What on earth was this thing!? 

A trace of fear rose in Sun Minghao's heart. He racked his brain, but he couldn't figure out what it was. 

"I am your hair." 

The mass of black hair suddenly spoke. 

"Nonsense! You must be some unknown monster! I'm going to report this to Master right away so he can destroy you!" 

As he spoke, Sun Minghao turned to leave. 

However, his right foot wouldn't move—it was no longer under his control. 

"Are you going to cut me off again? I am a part of you. Why do you want to abandon me?" 

The voice was filled with resentment, like that of a forsaken wife. 

At this moment, Sun Minghao wasn't listening to a single word. Even though his right foot wouldn't budge, he still tried to drag his body toward the door. 

This had to be the work of a monster! As long as he found his master, this problem could be solved. 

He had just become an apprentice, just stepped onto the path of immortality—he didn't want to die yet! 

"Do you really want me gone so badly!?" 

"I'm just your hair, the hair that you neglect and cut off whenever you please!" 

"You don't understand my feelings at all. I just want to grow on your body properly." 

"This body belongs to me too. If you hate hair so much, then I'll turn you into hair as well!" 

The hair's tone suddenly became agitated, enraged by Sun Minghao's actions. 

Instantly, the hair began growing wildly, like an unstoppable flood. 

Dark as the abyss, it surged forth like waves and started enveloping Sun Minghao. 

Outside the house, Li Changmeng watched everything unfold. 

Sun Minghao was talking to himself—sometimes fearful, sometimes furious—almost as if two consciousnesses were battling for control over his body. 

When the hair erupted and swallowed him, the **Incense-Transforming Spirit Spell's connection channel** was suddenly activated on its own. This time, it wasn't Li Changmeng pouring power into the hair—it was the hair absorbing the excess incense power directly from him. 

Because of this, Li Changmeng suppressed his urge to intervene. Instead, he chose to wait and see what would happen next. 

Had the hair gained its own consciousness and was trying to seize Sun Minghao's body? Or had Sun Minghao's consciousness split into two? 

And what did it mean by *turn you into hair too*? Was it trying to consume him entirely? 

Li Changmeng continued to observe. 

Inside the house, the tide of hair had vanished. 

Only a human-shaped figure made entirely of hair remained. 

The hair began forming facial features and fingers, while small light-yellow patches appeared on its body. 

Li Changmeng suddenly leaped out and appeared before the *hair-man*. 

"Who exactly are you? What have you done to Sun Minghao?" 

The hair-man looked at Li Changmeng calmly. Its mouth, formed from strands of hair, spoke in a clear voice: 

"I am Sun Minghao's hair, and I am also the dependent of the Taoist Lord." 

"Dependent?" 

Li Changmeng studied the *hair-man*. The yellow patches on its body seemed to be compressing, and tiny figures began emerging from them. 

"Master... save me!" 

"Master, what's happening to me? Please, help me!" 

"Master, I'm so scared!" 

Thousands of overlapping voices cried out from the figures—each one resembling Sun Minghao, as if he had been stuffed into countless tiny tubes, his distorted face pleading for help. 

"The immortal that has existed since ancient times, the power of the Taoist Lord has given me life. To pursue the Taoist Lord, to get close to the Taoist Lord—that is the mission of us dependents." 

The *hair-man* suddenly bowed deeply to Li Changmeng, its voice filled with fanatic devotion. 

At that moment, Li Changmeng understood something. 

This *hair-man* had been born from the power of incense and now instinctively regarded him as its superior. 

And according to the **Hundred-Eyes Supernatural Power**, it was no longer mere hair. 

[Hair] [Dependent of the Taoist Lord Yinmi Mengwangqing] [Parasitic Control]