The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 151 - 105: The Marvelous Uses of High-level Disguise Pill_2

Chapter 151: Chapter 105: The Marvelous Uses of High-level Disguise Pill_2

"So, are you really willing to use up a favor for such a trivial matter?" Then she saw the whistle nodded firmly, so she sighed, "Alright. Three days then."

"Why help her?" As she walked into the Tan Mansion’s kitchen to find a basin, Changtian suddenly spoke up. This was his first time speaking today, and Ning Xiaoxian was so startled that she almost dropped the basin onto the floor.

She tried to maintain a light tone: "It’s just a small effort, why not help? Besides, this country bumpkin has never been to the City Lord Mansion before, I don’t know how lavish the decorations inside are, it’s good to broaden my horizons."

"...You’re planning to disguise yourself as Tan Qinghe to go to work?" Using good Elixir Pills for such a boring matter, he really couldn’t comprehend her.

"Smart." Changtian has almost become the worm in her stomach, her smile at the corner of her mouth had already faded, and she said seriously, "Don’t you think there is something strange about Rock City? To tell you the truth, I always have a feeling that a storm is brewing and we must plan ahead. If we can figure it out earlier, we can avoid it. This is a perfect opportunity that’s come knocking."

Changtian stopped talking, this girl was playful in nature but always hit the nail on the head with important matters. Those with deep cultivation, be they human or demon, often had a premonition before good or bad events occurred, this is what’s called a "sudden impulse," and no one dare overlook such vague, inexplicable feelings.

She tossed the Disguise Pill into the clear water, asked Qinghe for three strands of her hair, burned them to ashes, and threw them into the basin. There was something eerie about it, as the Disguise Pill dissolved in the clear water, fine white particles quickly rose up from the bottom and gradually merged into the shape of a white mask, resembling the human skin masks of legend. Although she had made the Disguise Pill herself, she had never used it. Seeing it now, she felt a sudden chill.

As the ashes of Qinghe’s hair fell into the water, they quickly dispersed, and the mask atop the water began to transform a second time; the cheekbones lowered, the eye bags grew larger, the shape of the lips shrank... Not only was the process devoid of beauty, but it was also filled with malice and eeriness. She couldn’t help but ask, "Who researched the recipe for this Disguise Pill? It feels quite evil."

"The Elixir recipe of the Disguise Pill has existed since the Middle Ages, but the results were not as good as now. It was later that a genius Pill Master, inspired by a demon called Painted Skin, improved the recipe and made the High-level Disguise Pill. The methods of making and using the Disguise Pill don’t follow the Righteous Path, that’s why you find it particularly bizarre." Of course, this respectful speech could only come from Qiongqi.

She looked at the basin which had now become still and then reached out to lift the mask from the water, gently placing it on her face and smoothing it out with her hands. The Tan Family’s bronze mirror wasn’t very useful, so she went out to have the two others outside appraise it.

The whistle was fine; after all, he was well-informed. But Tan Qinghe was completely astonished; this woman who walked in from the outside had exactly the same face as her, even the mole at the corner of her eye was identical. Aside from the hairstyle and clothes, she looked just like a long-lost twin sister.

This "Tan Qinghe" spoke up, "Sister Tan, do you have anyone in the City Lord Mansion you’re particularly close to?" The High-level Disguise Pill wasn’t all-powerful; the closer people were to you, the easier it was for them to see through the disguise.

Tan Qinghe shook her head in confusion, "I rarely talk to anyone in the Prefecture, I leave after delivering meals and don’t stay there long, I don’t have many connections."

Ning Xiaoxian smiled, "That’s for the best."

"Miss Ning, thank you for your trouble!" Tan Qinghe sincerely expressed her thanks. After chatting for a few minutes, she had recovered from her initial shock and slowly noticed that although Ning Xiaoxian’s appearance was seamless, her eyes were much more spirited than her own when she looked around, and her figure and mannerisms were slightly different. Although they were of similar height, Tan Qinghe was already in her late twenties and had the full figure of a mature woman, whereas Ning Xiaoxian was a young maiden with a much slimmer and softer body, making their walking postures naturally different and impossible to imitate exactly.

However, these subtle details would not be noticed by someone who isn’t familiar with her. Now the biggest flaw was the voice. Since practicing the Guiding Technique, Ning Xiaoxian’s control over her muscles, including those in her throat, had improved. Having accustomed herself to Qinghe’s voice, she adjusted her own voice several times and managed to sound somewhat similar. When the time comes, she just needed to speak softly and pretend her throat was uncomfortable; it should be enough to prevent people from probing further.

It was getting late. She changed her hairstyle and clothes to match Qinghe’s, and after listening in detail to the other’s description of the layout and paths of the City Lord Mansion, she stood up, bowed to the two, and left. This posture was a courtesy practiced by married women, and even though it was her first time doing this, she did it quite skillfully.

Ning Xiaoxian’s hearing had gotten better; as she closed the door and left Tan Mansion, she heard Qinghe inside, talking to the whistle with admiration, "Miss Ning is truly an extraordinary woman. With such skill at her disposal, even I can’t tell the real from the fake."

Then came the whistle’s voice, "Don’t worry. If you two were put together, I could tell you apart at a glance."

Wow, the whistle has gained Insight! Ning Xiaoxian was amazed, and Qinghe was immediately charmed by his words, seemingly even the pain in her ankle had lessened significantly. The two conversed merrily, and their voices gradually quieted down.

It’s better to leave them some privacy. Ning Xiaoxian didn’t bother to eavesdrop on their intimate talk; she turned and walked away, only sighing in her heart that while the two were enjoying their sweet romance, she had to disguise herself as Tan Qinghe to go deliver meals. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and Monthly Ticket. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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