Whose Clothes I Wear, I Become Them? How Did I Become a Defeated Fairy?

Xie Qiyang, a transmigrator, got a System from the start, but it was a little unusual. It had no missions, no rewards, and no self-awareness. It had only one ability: whoever's clothes he put on, he gained everything belonging to the owner of those clothes: cultivation, body, and memories (women only).

"Damn it."

If the System had been self-aware, he would have cursed out its whole family. What kind of sicko came up with this thing?

As a die-hard straight guy, Xie Qiyang was utterly disdainful. Even if I died, even if someone mistook me for a stray dog and kicked me to death, I would never wear women's clothes!

A few days later.

"No special constitution, an ordinary spiritual root, no talent for cultivation whatsoever. Sigh, our Water Dragon Sect has really fallen on hard times. All we've got are nobodies like you. Get lost, and stop getting in the way."

Hearing the middle-aged man's contemptuous voice, Xie Qiyang was stunned. This couldn't be right. How was this possible...?

A few days after that, lost in the wilderness and so hungry he was seeing double, Xie Qiyang found a bloodstained piece of white cloth.

"Fairy's clothing detected. Owner: Jiang Ningbing, possessor of the Lunar Sacred Body. Put it on?"

"Sorry, I'm a scumbag, a good-for-nothing, a beast, but I don't want to die. I want to live..." Xie Qiyang struggled inwardly, then chose "Yes."

But what awaited him was neither a warm home nor kind people. Instead, he found himself bound hand and foot in the wilderness, his clothes torn, with a bare-chested man standing before him...