The Art of Chaotic Divinity

"Sect Leader, what's wrong with Senior Divine Donkey? Why has he become like this?"

Su Hongxiu watched the Despicable Donkey writhing in agony with deep concern. Kind-hearted as she was, she couldn't bear to see anyone suffer.

"This is what happens when greed gets the better of you."

Ling Feng was at a loss. The Despicable Donkey, relying on his special physique, had recklessly swallowed that supreme god pill. While the pill was undoubtedly a treasure, its medicinal strength was far too potent. Even Yan Cangtian, an emperor-level expert, wouldn't dare consume it so carelessly. This time, Despicable Donkey was in for a world of pain.

Seeing his belly swell to such an absurd size, it was clear he couldn't handle the overwhelming medicinal energy—hence his current misery.

With a sigh, Ling Feng waved his hand and transported everyone into the Five Elements Heavenly Palace to prevent Despicable Donkey from wrecking Tianxuan Garden in his frenzy.

"Owww! Mother of—!"

The Despicable Donkey rolled on the ground, sweating profusely. "Ling Feng, do something!"

"What can I do? The pill is already inside you. If you can't refine its energy, how can I help?"

Despicable Donkey convulsed in pain. If he could turn back time, he'd never have been so reckless as to swallow that pill.

"You're a demonic beast—just grit your teeth and endure. Maybe you'll pull through. If you die, don't worry, I'll take good care of Little Qiongqi and give you a grand funeral."

Ling Feng smirked.

"You bastard! This divine beast—Owowow! It hurts!"

Despicable Donkey's body spasmed violently. His once-thin legs suddenly thickened, muscles bulging unnaturally. Even his hooves split open, revealing five sharp claws.

"What the—"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched. Su Hongxiu hid behind him in fright. Was this black donkey mutating?

...

After a night of howling and thrashing, the Despicable Donkey's ordeal lasted roughly three hours before the light inside him gradually faded. Exhausted, he collapsed, surrounded by pools of blood and sweat.

Now, he looked completely different. His hooves had turned into claws, and though his overall shape remained donkey-like, a closer inspection revealed dense black scales beneath his fur, shimmering with a faint dark radiance.

The most drastic change was his head. His once-luxurious black mane had fallen out entirely, replaced by two bald, bony protrusions—still hardening, as if not fully grown.

His physique had also become far more muscular, his limbs now thick with sinew, and even his tail had grown sturdier.

Ling Feng studied Despicable Donkey from head to toe. His new form seemed like a bizarre fusion between a dragon and a donkey.

So...

A dragon-donkey? Or a donkey-dragon?

"Brat, stop poking this divine beast's head! It hurts!"

Despicable Donkey, having regained some strength, raised his claw—yes, claw—to touch his head.

But his new sharp talons only made the pain worse, eliciting another howl.

Staring at his transformed limb, he gasped. "What the hell? This divine beast's hooves turned into claws?"

"You kept calling yourself a divine beast, didn't you? Maybe that pill awakened your bloodline. Or perhaps its energy triggered a draconic transformation."

Ling Feng rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Whatever the case, Ling Feng had no plans to consume his own supreme god pill anytime soon. Even if he survived the ordeal, ending up like the Despicable Donkey would be a fate worse than death.

Despicable Donkey, however, quickly bounced back to his usual arrogance. "Of course! It must've unlocked this divine beast's noble bloodline! Dragon claws! Dragon scales!"

He sprang to his feet, flexing his new muscles. Despite no breakthrough in cultivation, his very life force seemed to have undergone a qualitative evolution.

Admiring his new form, he grinned—until he noticed his reflection again.

His smile vanished.

"Wait... where's this divine beast's fur? This divine beast's glorious mane?"

Retracting his claws, he touched his bald head.

His expression crumbled.

His most prized feature—his luscious donkey mane—was gone.

Now, he was just... a bald donkey.

A true bald donkey!

"Despicable Donkey, look on the bright side. Sure, you lost your fur, but you grew horns!" Ling Feng offered weakly.

Despicable Donkey glanced at the mirror again. Those hideous, stubby bumps on his scalp...

He'd rather have nothing at all!

"Damn heavens! You envy this divine beast's peerless beauty, so you curse me like this!"

Despicable Donkey howled at the sky, pounding his chest in despair.

Ling Feng fought the urge to gag but managed to say, "Cheer up. Maybe it'll grow back?"

"Y-yes! I heard donkey fur grows really fast!" Su Hongxiu chimed in helpfully.

Despicable Donkey's face darkened. Critical hit x1!

"Um... I mean..." Flustered, Su Hongxiu added, "You won't stay bald forever! At most, a few months—"

Despicable Donkey spat blood. Critical hit x2!

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"O-or a year? Two years?"

Despicable Donkey headbutted the wall, utterly broken. Critical hit x3!

"I—I didn't mean it like that, Senior Divine Donkey!" Su Hongxiu clapped a hand over her mouth.

Ling Feng sighed, pulling her aside. "Hongxiu, stop. At this rate, he'll drown himself in manure."

Even Tuoba Yan couldn't hold back a snort, her face red from suppressed laughter.

Despicable Donkey's depression lingered until the next morning. Then, he mysteriously procured a red cloth and wrapped it tightly around his head, leaving only his long ears exposed.

(PS: Think Jack Sparrow's bandana from Pirates of the Caribbean.)

From that day onward, the Despicable Donkey upgraded—not just in appearance, but in title.

No longer just a "despicable donkey," he now bore the dreaded curse: Bald Donkey.

Mention those two words in his presence, and face his boundless wrath!