Even if there were some incredible secret to maintaining one's youth, how could someone who has lived for three hundred years remain so young and possess such terrifyingly high cultivation?
Since we've already come this far, there's no need to hide anything. Besides, I've really had enough of this kind of life.
Thinking this, the old woman raised her wrinkled and veined hand, touched her old face which looked like an orange peel, and revealed a strange smile.
Do you know how old I am this year?
Yi Mu found her smile strangely unsettling, frowned, and remained silent.
The old woman took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom, and under Hu Tianqin's gaze, her eyes revealed fanaticism.
"This is not poison. Look at me, and don't blink."
After she finished speaking, she tilted her head back and drank the dark liquid in the bottle.
It's like magic tricks or special effects in movies.
In a short period of time, an elderly woman's dark, wrinkled face gradually tightened and transformed into the appearance of a young woman in her late teens.
Her hair was still white, but it was bright and shiny, unlike before when it lacked luster.
The woman threw away the bottle, her hands trembling, and took out a small bronze mirror from her bosom.
He stretched his head in front of the bronze mirror, examining his fair and delicate skin inch by inch.
The old woman appeared deranged.
"Look, I've turned back into what I looked like a hundred years ago. Back then, I was a great beauty, and even the cult leader praised my looks."
After a brief moment of shock, Hu Tianqin came to his senses.
"What kind of evil arts does your sect practice? And why have you captured so many people from the martial arts world?"
The old woman couldn't hear him; she was too busy admiring her own beautiful face.
Yi Mu took out a knife and brandished it around her face, his voice laced with threat.
"Answer our questions quickly, or we'll cut a gash in your face."
The old woman covered her face, not revealing a single inch of skin.
Her eyes darted between Yi Mu and Hu Tianqin, her expression full of sympathy.
"Do you know why that woman sent you here?"
Hu Tianqin looked impatient. He didn't want to know anything irrelevant, so he simply killed the noisy old woman with a single sword stroke.
Yi Mu saw ill intent on the old woman's face. He gave Hu Tianqin a look, signaling for the old woman to speak.
The old woman looked up and laughed loudly, her expression erratic and incoherent.
"He wants your faces, the faces of young, handsome youths, with strong skin."
That's not a complete statement. Who is this "he"?
“Our leader, starting at the age of sixty, drinks fresh virgin blood to rejuvenate himself, appearing youthful year after year, day after day.”
Something flashed through Yi Mu's mind, and just as he was about to ponder it, he heard the old woman continue, "But recently, he's started to become dissatisfied."
The old woman stared at Hu Tianqin's handsome and masculine face and sighed regretfully, "If we can successfully knock you out today, the cult leader will get two fresh faces."
As if a floodgate had been opened, the old woman began to chime in with random remarks, revealing the dark side of the White Feather Sect.
The legendary White Feather Sect is known for its compassionate nature, emphasizing even more than Buddhism the prohibition against indiscriminate killing of innocent people.
They pride themselves on being the last pure land in the martial arts world, with boundless love, wearing only white, and exuding holiness and elegance.
But what is the truth?
The cult leader is an old monster who has lived for three hundred years. He maintains his youthful appearance by using the blood of virgins. He captures handsome young men, peels off their skin, and sews it onto his own body.
He was dressed in white, his body was covered in festering sores and smelled terrible, so he rarely appeared in public.
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