"I don't want to have anything to do with Zhou Xu anymore."

An Zhengzheng was actually quite tired; the Zhou family had caused her too much trouble.

She shook her head and said, "Zhou Yu'er, I can't help you, and I can't help him. That's your problem."

After saying that, he left Zhou Yu'er behind.

This time, she made a different choice than before, because she no longer had any lingering affection for Zhou Xu as a fellow disciple.

Zhou Yu'er also knew that An Zhengzheng was determined not to have anything to do with the Zhou family.

How is that possible!

Before meeting An Zhengzheng, my cousin was so arrogant and looked down on everyone.

But things are different now!

Zhou Yu'er immediately ran to the Zhou family's wine shop.

In her haste, she almost went to the wrong private room, and finally found Zhou Xu drinking on the bed.

“Cousin…” Zhou Yu’er was somewhat annoyed.

He used to disdain food and drink, only taking fasting pills, and even drinking water was dew collected from tea leaves by his servants.

Even if you go to Siyue Gate, you must bring your own spiritual spring magic artifact.

But now they eat roast chicken and peanuts.

"What are you doing here?" Although he was drunk, his tone remained indifferent.

Zhou Yu'er was heartbroken.

"Do you...do you know that An Zhengzheng is now disfigured?"

She told Zhou Xu urgently, "She has a scar on her face, a really big one!"

After saying that, he pointed to his eyebrows and the corners of his lips.

"She is nothing! She is nothing anymore!"

The Hundred Women Pavilion was marketed solely on An Zhengzheng's beauty; she saw that long ago!

...

After leaving Zhou Yu'er, An Zhengzheng found a shop on the street.

"What brings this young lady here?" The one who greeted the guest was a female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, smiling slightly.

She had an excellent figure and appearance, comparable to modern female celebrities, with bright red lips and a peony hairpin next to her ear.

She appeared exceptionally alluring.

An Zhengzheng said calmly, "Is there anything that can cover up this scar on my face?"

"Cover it up?" The female cultivator shook her head and kindly advised, "Miss, your wound has healed, leaving only a scar. You should go to the Medicine Sect; maybe they can remove the scar there. This is a tattoo shop."

Most of the people who come here on weekdays are street thugs.

"This scar can't be removed, it's fine as long as it can be covered up." An Zhengzheng was quite calm.

The female cultivator laughed: "Your scar looks like just a wound, how come it can't be removed? Are you An Zhengzheng? How come you were marked by the feathers of the Guhuoniao?"

This matter is not a secret on the Jade Slip Forum; in fact, many people are discussing it.

An Zhengzheng glanced at her silently: "You guessed right."

From the eyebrow to the corner of the lip... it really is you!

The female cultivator was very surprised.

She quickly ushered An Zhengzheng inside and said, "Miss Zhengzheng, please have a seat! I was mistaken, I'll get you a seat right away... I wonder what kind of seat Miss Zhengzheng would like?"

An Zhengzheng didn't care about that. She thought for a moment and said, "...Just don't make it too scary."

"That's not difficult, but Miss Zhengzheng should make the decision herself."

It would be bad if the result wasn't satisfactory.

The female cultivator gave her a small booklet.

"Not many girls come for tattoos; most of them have small scars they want to cover up. Zhengzheng, you can pick one you like."

An Zhengzheng flipped through the pages and saw that most of the designs were similar to small peonies, roses, lotus flowers, osmanthus flowers, and chrysanthemums.

The female cultivator pointed to the design and said, "A rose tattooed on a girl's face makes her look delicate yet vibrant. There are also some girls who get tattoos on their faces... but they usually get peonies."

Those girls are the waitresses in the taverns of the cultivation world; most of them were sold there when they were young.

An Zhengzheng shook her head and asked, "Is there anything else?"

The female cultivator hesitated before taking over the booklet with the tattoos the men had made.

The designs inside are mostly of wolves, dragons, tigers, and leopards, which An Zhengzheng doesn't like. If she were to get those tattooed on, it would probably be even more frightening.

An Zhengzheng said, "Do you have paper and pen? I'll draw one myself."

The painting depicts a small bamboo with seven sections, which perfectly covers the scar. A few bamboo leaves can then be added, so it won't hurt too much.

It is a copy of "Snow Bamboo" by Xu Xi, a painter from the Southern Tang Dynasty of the Five Dynasties period.

In her previous life, this original work had passed into the hands of her grandfather, who was an expert in cultural relics. After changing hands several times, it was finally settled in the collection of the Shanghai Museum.

"What an ingenious idea, young lady!"

The female cultivator exclaimed repeatedly, "Although it is a withered bamboo in winter, it does not lack a sense of desolation. The stalks stand tall as if vying with the clouds, and the sparse leaves are full of elegance... Miss, you are truly a skillful painter."

An Zhengzheng smiled faintly: "Thank you. Approximately how long will it take?"

"Not even half an hour."

The female cultivator inwardly praised An Zhengzheng's drawing, saying that she had created the most evocative tattoo design using the least amount of space.

If you follow your own ideas and get a rose tattoo, it will be beautiful, but it will increase the tattoo area and take several times longer.

An Zhengzheng lay down, and the female cultivator went to get the tools.

There was silence for a moment.

Fortunately, An Zhengzheng had taken the pain-relieving pill, so she could still bear the slight pain.

"Young lady, please do not touch water these next few days. Things in our cultivation world don't take as long as in the mortal realm; a day or two is enough."

When the tattoo was finished, the female cultivator was more and more satisfied with it; the bamboo leaf design suited An Zhengzheng perfectly.

Surprisingly, this gave An Zhengzheng a more aloof and resilient air.

But An Zhengzheng still found it troublesome: "Will it take a day or two? Is there a faster way?"

"Yes...we do have some, but it requires a very high-grade healing ointment called Body Healing Ointment, which can only be refined by a Golden Core stage medicine cultivator. We really don't have any in our shop..."

Even if they did, who would be willing to use such expensive things for an injury that lasts only a day or two!

An Zhengzheng took out something that Master Kongyu had given her from her treasure bag: "This?"

The female cultivator's eyes widened: "Yes..."

An Zhengzheng used it.

High-grade pills are indeed different; the slight pain on my face has disappeared.

Although the scars left by the Guhuoniao tattoo cannot be removed, the scars left by the tattoo have all healed, leaving only the color that was tattooed on, and the wound has completely healed.

She hadn't gone far from the tattoo shop when the female cultivator called out to her, "Miss Zhengzheng, may I have this tattoo...?"

"what ever."

An Zhengzheng has no relation to him.

She walked all the way back to the Hundred Women's Pavilion.

On the street, the strong smell of alcohol was carried by the wind, wafting towards us from one end of the street.

An Zhengzheng subconsciously frowned and covered her nose.

When she looked up again, she found herself face to face with Zhou Xu, who had been pulled over by Zhou Yu'er.