As soon as Nian Qianqian said this, both Dao Xuzi and Tang Wanqian fell silent, clearly in agreement.
"Elder Nian, who is your master?" Yang Ruxin showed a curious expression.
"My masterâs name is You Luosha, known by the nickname âThousand Faces Guanyin,â able to change anyoneâs face without needing a Human Skin Mask." Nian Qianqian slightly smiled, "However, that skill cannot be learned by just anyone, it requires substantial inner strength as a foundation."
"Elder Nian, you mean you donât need a Human Skin Mask to disguise yourself?" Yang Ruxinâs eyes brightened.
"Yes." Nian Qianqian nodded, "By using inner strength to induce facial transformation, one can disguise as anyone..."
"Thatâs so amazing?" Yu Qingge exclaimed.
"However, this is very consuming of inner strength, so the time you can maintain the disguise is not long." Nian Qianqian laughed lightly, "But the masks and Disguise Pills my master made are remarkably effective, they can even alter oneâs physique..."
Yang Ruxin was amazed at heart, realizing that there were truly many talented and extraordinary people in the world, and the ancient martial arts were indeed incredibly diverse and unfathomable.
"But Elder Nian, if one doesnât have profound inner strength, is there any other skill that allows for disguise?" Yang Ruxin glanced at Li Mingyin not far away, considering this possibility, she was more convinced that the woman was not the real Li Mingyin.
"This..." Nian Qianqian pondered for a moment, then slightly shook her head, "There shouldnât be."
"So now, besides you, who else can perform such a disguising technique?"
"Back then, my master had two disciples." Nian Qianqian sighed, "I have a senior sister, but she betrayed the sect for a man from the Wa Country. When she left, she stole the masterâs disguise secret book, but she has never set foot in the Central Plains since then." She paused, "But if there is someone, it could only be her or her disciple."
"Wa Country?" Yang Ruxin sighed, now almost certain her suspicion was correct, she just didnât expect that the Sun Cult would be so persistent, immediately sending another woman after one died.
And now this person was obviously more skilled, not only practicing a powerful Bewitching Technique but also such advanced disguising skills, likely anyone would fall for it.
If this continued, the fate of the Ming Familyâs third young master could only be as dry as a husk.
Thinking this, Yang Ruxin suddenly stood up.
"Whatâs wrong?" Gu Qingheng quickly held Yang Ruxinâs hand.
"Nothing." Yang Ruxin exhaled, then smiled, "We need to go propose a toast to our host."
Gu Qinghengâs eyes flickered, then he stood up: "Iâll go with you."
At the main table, Ming Yu was cheerfully chatting and laughing with everyone. Originally, he had asked Dao Xuzi and others to join the main table, but the elders were unwilling, so here were some Wulin seniors.
"Alliance Hierarch Ming." Yang Ruxin walked over, "Weâve come to offer you a toast, on behalf of all of us, to thank you for your hospitality."
Gu Qingheng raised his glass, wife responsible for the pleasantries, he would just drink.
"General Gu, Madam Gu, youâre too polite, hope we can often meet in the future." Ming Yu, being straightforward by nature, was delighted and drank it all in one go.