Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Thousand Illusions
The Great Xia Academy's Martial Arts Competition is only half a year away, and if Su Yang wants to qualify for the competition before the Eternal Dragon Pool opens, the time is extremely tight.
Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the unfamiliar face reflected in it, Su Yang felt curious and reached out to touch his own face.
It feels like real skin on your hands.
"Master, this Thousand Illusions is truly amazing."
He repeatedly examined his new appearance. It was neither his true self nor Xu Wan's, but rather the appearance of a boy who was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.
The young man had a face like jade and starry eyes. Even though he knew it was fake, Su Yang couldn't help but admire him. He was truly a handsome and dashing young man.
"A level five illusionary spirit weapon? This is no joke."
Standing behind Su Yang, Xia Lian said proudly.
Spiritual weapons that can alter a person's appearance and voice are already rare, and those with a rank as high as level five are even rarer.
It's likely that even the Great Xia Dynasty will find it difficult to find another entity comparable to it.
With a thought, he removed the Thousand Illusions mask from his face, and a white mask was placed in Su Yang's hand, restoring his appearance to Xu Wan's beautiful and elegant look.
Once again marveling at the strangeness, Su Yang once again brought Qianhuan along, imagining his true form in his mind, and a blurry light flashed by.
When Su Yang looked into the bronze mirror, his true appearance was revealed.
Seeing that Su Yang had changed his appearance again, Xia Lian still thought that her disciple was just in a playful mood.
She walked behind Su Yang, bent down, and hugged him from behind.
He whispered in her ear, "Wan'er, you look prettier as a woman."
Su Yang's body stiffened, and the soft breath he heard made his throat move.
Turning his head slightly to look at Xia Lian's radiant and translucent profile, Su Yang thought for a moment and said, "Master, if you don't like it, I'll change back."
"It's alright, let's keep it like this. Get used to it sooner so that we won't give ourselves away when the time comes."
After saying that, Xia Lian seemed to have thought of something and continued, "But Wan'er, you must remember that although Qianhuan is strange, it is still only a level 5 spiritual weapon. To a Supreme Emperor Realm expert, it is as useless as nothing. So if you are in front of the Supreme Emperor in the future, remember not to rely on Qianhuan to fool the other party. Do you understand?"
Xia Lian spoke very seriously, as if she was afraid that Su Yang might not understand and might offend the Supreme Emperor in the future.
He could never afford to provoke such a supreme expert in the realm of humanity.
He gently patted Xia Lian's hand, which was clasped in front of him, and told her not to worry.
Su Yang knew his own limitations best; if someone was someone he shouldn't mess with, he'd run away faster than anyone else.
Seeing how sensible her disciple was, Xia Lian smiled and said, "Of course, you don't need to worry too much. At least in the Great Xia Dynasty, there should be no more than three people who can see through your true identity, and the chances of you actually meeting them are not high."
As the current sect leader of the Luoxia Sword Sect, Xia Lian naturally knew the number of powerful figures in the Great Xia Dynasty.
Moreover, even if Su Yang were to provoke the Supreme Emperor within the Great Xia Dynasty, Xia Lian was confident she could protect him.
So overall, Su Yang doesn't need to worry too much about the consequences of his true identity being exposed.
At worst, it just means being unable to enter the Eternal Dragon Pool and missing out on an opportunity.
For the next period of time, Su Yang stayed obediently at the Luoxia Sword Sect with Xia Lian, preparing to enter the Great Xia Academy.
To infiltrate the Great Xia Academy and participate in the Grand Competition, it's not as simple as just changing your face and identity.
At the very least, Su Yang cannot use the "True Technique of Sunset Glow" and the "Heavenly Skill of Blazing Sun".
Not only that, but even the "Falling Sunset Sword Qi" and "Wildfire Flame Palm" are no match.
These two sets of martial arts techniques are too distinctive in the Great Xia Dynasty. As soon as he uses them, his identity will inevitably be discovered.
Therefore, if you want to make it flawless, you have to rebuild the entire furnace.
So, a month later, when Su Yang, after being transformed by Xia Lian, walked out of the room wearing a white bamboo-patterned robe and holding a white paper fan, he no longer resembled Xu Wan at all.
He walked up to Xia Lian, turned around, and with his refined demeanor and a smile on his lips, he had the air of a peerless gentleman.
"It's alright," Xia Lian said casually, arms crossed.
Perhaps because of her unusual sexual orientation, Xia Lian didn't feel much about Su Yang's outfit at this moment.
In her eyes, Xu Wan was a million times prettier than Su Yang even without makeup.
Su Yang didn't care about this. He casually flicked a strand of hair behind his back, picked up a paper fan, clasped his hands in a fist and said.
"My name is Yang Shu. I am a disciple of Xu Que, the Carefree King. I am sixteen years old and my cultivation level is the first level of the Innate Realm."
As if introducing himself, this was Su Yang's new identity.
From this day forward, he would no longer be Su Yang, nor Xu Wan, but a martial artist who had been ordered by his master to enter the Great Xia Academy for further study.
His master was no longer Xia Lian, the Purple Cloud King, one of the Seven Kings of Great Xia, but the disciple of Xu Que, the only rogue cultivator among the Seven Kings.
Nodding, Xia Lian was not particularly impressed with Su Yang's attire, but overall she was quite satisfied.
After looking at Su Yang for a moment, he couldn't help but say, "Wan'er, if I didn't know you were a girl, I'm afraid even I would mistake you for a man."
The speaker may not have meant anything by it, but the listener may have taken it to heart.
Although he knew in his heart that Xia Lian probably didn't suspect anything, Su Yang's hand holding the paper fan still tightened unconsciously, and a glint flashed in his eyes.
Then, with a smile, he walked up to his master and, under Xia Lian's gaze, gently pulled her into his arms, letting her rest her head against his heart.
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