"What is this thing?" Zu An asked curiously. He opened it and saw eight large characters on the title page: "One face for a thousand people, one face for a thousand people."
The text is followed by many diagrams, including analyses of various parts of the face, as well as explanations of the detailed composition of the torso, limbs, and other parts.
"This looks like a textbook on sketching and anatomy." Zu'an was a little stunned. At this moment, a small piece of paper fell out of it. He picked it up and saw that it was the notes of the Thick-browed Taoist.
It turns out that because of his striking eyebrows, the Thick-Eyebrowed Taoist could always be recognized at a glance when he committed crimes, no matter how he disguised himself. As a result, he became increasingly infamous.
At first, he didn't care, but the more he went on, the more he found himself struggling. He had to put in several times more effort than others to accomplish the same thing, which is why he had such a bad reputation.
So he had always wanted to change his appearance, at least to disguise himself when he committed evil deeds, so that people wouldn't recognize him.
Unfortunately, the disguise techniques in the martial arts world all have their limitations. Even if one can change their appearance, they cannot hide his striking eyebrows.
If he wanted to change it, he would have to shave it off with a razor, but unfortunately, he was very proud of his thick eyebrows and couldn't bear to shave them off.
After much searching, by chance, they found the book "A Thousand Faces" in an ancient secret realm. It is a magical manual.
It clearly has a method of luck that requires cultivation, but even if you master it, it cannot improve your cultivation level. However, it can find another way to achieve something that even a grandmaster-level expert cannot do—freely change your appearance.
Unlike the disguise techniques circulating in the martial arts world, which often require the help of drugs or other auxiliary tools, it is difficult to disguise oneself exactly like a person.
Unlike "A Thousand Faces," it doesn't require drugs or external assistance. Instead, it requires you to be extremely proficient in drawing and memory so that you can remember the target's appearance and various physical details in an instant.
Then, following the energy cultivation techniques mentioned in the manual, one can alter the muscles and even bones of the human body, making oneself and the target identical in appearance, height, and other details, so that even the closest person cannot detect the flaws.
However, this secret manual is extremely difficult to master. Memory is not so bad, as the mental strength of the cultivator is much stronger than that of ordinary people, so it is not difficult to remember some details in a short time.
The key is that drawing is a skill that relies on talent, and it's difficult for the average person to reach the level required for "a thousand people with one face".
Another difficulty lies in cultivation. "A Thousand Faces" cannot improve your cultivation, but it consumes a huge amount of vital energy. After all, you have to keep your muscles and bones changing at all times, which requires vital energy to maintain. Moreover, to achieve the ability to change at will, the quality and quantity of vital energy required are terrifying. In any case, the current Thick-Eyebrowed Taoist cannot achieve this.
"No wonder he was only wrapped in a black robe this time and didn't manage to disguise himself successfully." Zuan put the booklet into the Glass Pearl, thinking that with this thing he would have another Mystique skill, which would be very useful for whatever he did in the future.
This was truly an unexpected delight for today. Thinking about what he had gained, Zuan felt exceptionally happy.
Just then, a commotion and screams erupted outside, seemingly mixed with the explanations of the staff of Xiaoyao Tower.
Zuan hurriedly summoned Daji back, then lay down on the couch. Just as he covered himself with the blanket, the door was kicked open from the outside.
"Who...?" Zu pretended to have just been startled awake, groggily getting up from the bed and staring blankly at the door, seemingly still not understanding the situation.
At the same time, they secretly observed the situation. The group of people who came in were all highly skilled, with several being similar to Yang Long. The leader was even more impressive, with extremely stable Yuan Qi fluctuations, giving people a sense of unfathomable depth.
"Grandmaster?"
The man who entered had very distinctive triangular eyes, just like Sun Ji, and judging from his age, he must be his father, Sun Xun, the prime minister of Yan.
As soon as he entered, he looked around with sharp eyes, and soon his gaze landed on Zu An.
At this moment, Zu'an timely showed his confusion turning into realization, and angrily roared, "Who are you people? Get out of here!"
Upon hearing his words, Sun Xun's face darkened: "Young people really aren't afraid of death."
At this moment, the staff of Xiaoyao Tower also rushed in, with Fat Venerable leading the way.
At this moment, he was completely devoid of his previous arrogance, and instead appeared somewhat obsequious: "Prime Minister Sun, what wind blew you here? Is there some misunderstanding?"
Tang Tian'er and the others followed behind, their faces still bearing sweet, professional fake smiles. She secretly glanced at Zu An, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, wondering why he woke up so quickly.
However, upon further reflection, she realized that Sun Xun and the others had kicked down the door, making such a commotion that it would be difficult for them not to wake up. Moreover, the physical resistance of the sea people was quite different from that of the human race, so she didn't take it to heart.
"Misunderstanding?" Sun Xun sneered. "My Ji'er was killed, shouldn't I be looking for the murderer?"
The fat Venerable One was shocked: "What? Young Master Sun is in trouble?"
“Don’t you know?” Sun Xun stared at him with sharp eyes. “Guests come and go from Xiaoyao Tower with their whereabouts kept extremely secret. No one can find out where other guests are going. Only Xiaoyao Tower knows the route each person takes when they leave.”
The fat Venerable hurriedly defended himself, saying, "I'm innocent, Prime Minister Sun! For so many years, our Xiaoyao Tower has never done anything to harm the interests of our guests. This is the foundation of our business. Besides, Young Master Sun has already paid for the item he bid on. Wouldn't it be a huge loss for us to harm him?"
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