Chapter 1535 - 1534: Disguise

Chapter 1535: Chapter 1534: Disguise

A pair of beautiful eyes met Ling Chen’s gaze. Hong Ye gently nodded and said, "Jueying Zhenren is already dead. Even if you handle it perfectly, young master, I’m afraid it will be to no avail. Xing Wu Fa will soon notice something amiss. After all, it was Jueying Zhenren who came to assassinate you—Xing Wu Fa definitely knows about that."

"Once Xing Wu Fa learns of this, the high-level figures of the Great Mysterious Heavenly Dao will very soon know of it as well."

"And if the high-level of the Great Mysterious Heavenly Dao learn that Jueying Zhenren died by your hand, I fear they will be thunderously enraged. At that time, it’s very likely some powerhouse of the Great Mysterious Heavenly Dao will come to cause us trouble. By then we’ll barely be able to protect ourselves, let alone have the leisure to meddle in the marriage dispute between the Xingliu Family."

"Your analysis is sound."

Ling Chen nodded, though he still felt some regret in his heart. Had he known earlier, he indeed shouldn’t have killed Jueying Zhenren so directly—but that man had to die. Letting him live would have brought even greater trouble.

"Young master need not worry. For the moment, we only need to borrow Jueying Zhenren’s identity for a while, and we can both resolve this urgent crisis and make our next moves far more convenient."

"And how do we borrow it?"

Ling Chen’s eyes flickered slightly as he asked.

"You change into Jueying Zhenren’s attire, and I will use the Bone Woman’s Illusion Technique to transform you into his appearance. From now on, you will pose as Jueying Zhenren. Though I cannot guarantee it will be flawless as heavenly silk, at least for a short time, no one should be able to see through it."

A faint smile appeared on Hong Ye’s delicate face. The Bone Woman’s Illusion Technique, though not unmatched under heaven, was exceedingly profound. As long as no High-level Saint descended, it was basically impossible to see the truth. Moreover, Ling Chen had already killed Jueying Zhenren and taken everything from him, which made it even easier for Ling Chen to impersonate him.

"This is a fine idea."

Ling Chen’s eyes lit up quickly. The fact that Jueying Zhenren was dead was known now only to him and Hong Ye. If he disguised himself as Jueying Zhenren and went to the Xing Family to meet Xing Wu Fa, directly telling the man that he had already killed Ling Chen and successfully completed the mission, then in this way he could both lull Xing Wu Fa into complacency, avoiding alarming the snake, and conveniently infiltrate the Xing Family to bide his time and act when the opportunity arose.

Otherwise, they would have to spend great effort figuring out how to sneak into the Xing Family, and there was a high chance they would be discovered by the Xing Family. Doing it this way would save them a great deal of trouble.

"Then I’ll have to trouble you to make a move and help change my appearance."

Ling Chen looked toward Hong Ye, clearly having adopted her proposal. With a single suction of his palm, he drew Jueying Zhenren’s corpse over, then swiftly changed into his garments. At the same time, a cold smile rose in his heart. Xing Wu Fa and the upper echelon of the Xing Family would likely never imagine that he would dare to assume Jueying Zhenren’s identity. This was a stroke of strange genius—no one could ever foresee it.

"Then I must ask young master to wait patiently for a while. Even the Bone Woman’s Illusion Technique requires a span of time to reach the point where almost no one can detect any flaw."

Hong Ye nodded slightly, then her pair of jade-like hands began forming seals. Between those jade hands, a twisted fluctuation spread outward, like a curtain of water, separately enveloping Jueying Zhenren’s severed head and his body.

To perfectly transform Ling Chen’s appearance into that of Jueying Zhenren, one must first completely memorize Jueying Zhenren’s features. Only then can one achieve a hundred percent restoration and imitation.

Watching Hong Ye perform the Illusion Technique, Ling Chen also closed his eyes to rest and nurture his spirit. Taking advantage of this period, he could just barely try to raise the rank of his Saint Body again, striving to elevate it to the Third-Order tier!

Once he refined a Third-Order Saint Body, his body’s Recovery Ability would greatly strengthen. Even if his limbs were severed in battle, they could be completely recondensed within a short moment, and as long as he was not beheaded, he could fully recover.

When the Saint Body reached the Sixth-Order, it would attain the level of flesh and blood derivation. Even if part of the body were lost, it could regrow. If only a single head remained, there was still a great chance of revival.

Take that Jueying Zhenren just now: if he had cultivated his Saint Body to the Sixth-Order, then Ling Chen would not have been able to truly kill him. Even having his head chopped off, he would still be able to recongeal his body and limbs; the original body could be discarded. It would only cause his Vitality Energy to suffer a great loss.

And once one reached the level of a Ninth-order Saint Body, this ability would be pushed to the extreme. Even if the head were destroyed, there would still be a chance of resurrection. A Saint who had cultivated a Ninth-order Saint Body, as long as there remained a single drop of blood, a scrap of flesh, or even a cloud of blood mist, it would not matter. Given time to recover, the body could be reborn anew.

A Saint of this level was already extremely difficult to kill, unless one completely brought about the Destruction of their body, only then could one utterly erase them from this world.

Of course, there were exceptions. If this Saint’s consciousness were completely wiped out in an instant, then no matter how powerful his Recovery Ability was, it would be to no avail. Once consciousness was erased, no matter how High-rank the Saint Body’s Cultivation, it would be useless.

If he could cultivate his Saint Body to the Third-Order, his life-preserving ability would undoubtedly soar. Even having his limbs chopped off would not count as serious injury. As long as True Qi and the Vitality Energy in his body were sufficient, they could be recongealed in a short span!

Offense, defense—these were all manifestations of combat strength, and the body’s Recovery Ability was undoubtedly also a component of combat strength!

Ling Chen took out the Saint Body Ointment from within the Heavenly Mansion Ring. The Saint Body Ointment obtained in the Ise Shrine—back when he broke through to the Second-order Saint Body, more than forty bottles had remained. Along the way, he had continuously used over twenty bottles, leaving about twenty. Adding the ten bottles of Saint Body Ointment he had searched out from Jueying Zhenren’s person just now, he still had more than thirty bottles in total.

Using these Saint Body Ointments, Ling Chen was confident he could cultivate a Third-Order Saint Body. It was by no means a difficult matter!

Two days later.

Hong Ye finally finished completely memorizing Jueying Zhenren’s appearance. She looked at Ling Chen. "Young master, we can begin."

"Good!" Ling Chen nodded.

In the instant Ling Chen nodded, Hong Ye rapidly formed hand seals. As her seals condensed, strands of semi-transparent, twisted ripples surged through midair, finally coalescing into a transparent humanoid phantom before him. Then, under Hong Ye’s control, this transparent phantom swiftly drew close to his position and ultimately fused completely with his body.

Ripples spread through the space around him. After Ling Chen’s exterior underwent a fierce transformation, he became a black-clothed middle-aged man with cold, severe eyes—exactly identical to the former Jueying Zhenren, without the slightest difference.

After completing the spell, Hong Ye waved her jade hand, and in front of Ling Chen appeared a mirror-like curtain of water. Through this mirror, Ling Chen could see his current appearance, and a satisfied expression immediately surfaced on his face.

At this moment, not only his features but even his bearing were almost indistinguishable from Jueying Zhenren. Even he himself could no longer see any flaw.

"Excellent."

Ling Chen’s gaze suddenly turned toward the distance, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. "It’s time we went to pay that Xing Wu Fa a visit."