“Let’s go too…”
Wan Yunting turned to Zhou Ruoxi and Gu Luotang, and also said to Qi Miaomiao and Duan Yingying. Yang Jingyi and Master Yun Bai also came over, each leading their disciples and descending the mountain with people from other sects. They returned to the main hall square within the Huashan Sect’s inner disciple area, where tents were set up and a continuous feast was laid out. Lunch had already been prepared, and disciples from each sect gathered at their respective tables to eat…
The sect leaders of the various major sects did not dine together this time. Instead, they ate with the disciples of their own sects. Wan Yunting, along with Gu Luotang, Qi Miaomiao, Lu Xiaodie, and Zheng Rong, sat at a table with disciples like Yang Jingyi, Duan Yingying, Qi Wu, Xu Lingwei, and Li Zihang, discussing the upcoming afternoon martial arts competition…
“Okay, come directly to the main hall square. We’ll be sitting at the east corner of the square, where there’s a flag for our Wuliang Daoist Temple…”
Hou Feipeng called, having arrived at Huashan Sect’s Nantianmen. After asking for Wan Yunting’s location, he immediately headed to the main hall square. He took a look, spotted the Wuliang Daoist Temple flag, and immediately went over, carrying his backpack. Seeing him, Wan Yunting stood up and waved, “Over here…”
Hou Feipeng ran over, excitedly saying, “Brother Wan, I’ve been watching your matches on Douyin live stream. They were brilliant…”
Wan Yunting had Li Zihang bring a chair for Hou Feipeng to sit and eat. Gu Luotang, Qi Miaomiao, Lu Xiaodie, and Duan Yingying also looked at Hou Feipeng curiously. Wan Yunting introduced him, saying, “This is my junior brother, Hou Feipeng. He’s a master of tracking and also a master of disguise!”
“Master of disguise?”
Duan Yingying’s almond eyes widened. Li Zihang and Qi Wu looked at Hou Feipeng in astonishment. Lu Xiaodie couldn’t help but ask, “You mean like with makeup and disguises?”
“No, that’s too low-level,”
Hou Feipeng waved dismissively, looking at Lu Xiaodie, Gu Luotang, and Duan Yingying, who were all top-tier beauties. He envied Wan Yunting’s good fortune with women.
Wan Yunting explained to them with a smile, “He can make a lifelike fake mask based on your face. Even up close, you can’t tell if it’s real or fake.”
“That’s amazing…”
Gu Luotang, Qi Miaomiao, Zheng Rong, and the others were amazed. They had initially thought that the so-called art of disguise was merely a matter of using makeup to change one’s face to look like someone else.
“Brother Wan, why did you call me all the way from so far away?” Hou Feipeng asked, after toasting Wan Yunting, his expression puzzled.
He hadn’t explained the reason on the phone.
Wan Yunting refilled his wine cup and said with a smile, “Later, I’ll take you to meet someone and see if his face is wearing a mask!”
As soon as he said this, Gu Luotang, Lu Xiaodie, Qi Miaomiao, Duan Yingying, Zheng Rong, Yang Jingyi, and Xu Lingwei, who were nearby, were startled. Their gazes turned to Wan Yunting in astonishment, and they asked, “Who are we looking at?”
Hou Feipeng was also curious. Wan Yunting looked up and gazed at the people from the Divine Sword Sect not far away. Jian Feng was accompanying their sect leader, Yan Changjian, as they ate and drank. Yang Jingyi and Duan Yingying, following Wan Yunting’s gaze, also focused on Jian Feng and asked doubtfully, “Yunting, why do you suspect a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect has a problem?”
Wan Yunting shook his head and said, “It’s my intuition. I can’t explain it, but I feel his facial expressions are very strange. That’s why I called Feimaotui over to take a look.”
Hou Feipeng also followed Wan Yunting’s gaze and focused on Jian Feng in the distance. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, “I have to say, Brother Wan, even without looking closely, from this distance, I can see that there’s something unusual about his face!”
“Oh?”
While Wan Yunting could observe subtle expressions, he was not a master of disguise like Hou Feipeng, who could spot the flaws in a fake face at a glance. Thus, Wan Yunting picked up a bottle of beer and called out to Hou Feipeng, “Let’s go, I’ll take you to get a closer look…”
“Be careful…”
Gu Luotang and Lu Xiaodie couldn’t help but remind him. Yang Jingyi also signaled Wan Yunting with her eyes not to act rashly. He took Hou Feipeng and said with a smile, “Don’t worry, I’m just going to toast them, to let Feimaotui get a closer look at that person’s face. They won’t get suspicious.”
Seeing this, Yang Jingyi didn’t say anything more. Wan Yunting, with Hou Feipeng, walked through the dining tables of other sect disciples and arrived at the table of Yan Changjian, the leader of the Divine Sword Sect. He signaled Hou Feipeng to observe Jian Feng!
Meanwhile, Wan Yunting held a wine cup in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, smiling at Yan Changjian, “Sect Leader Yan, this junior wishes to offer you a toast. Do you bestow this honor upon me?”
Yan Changjian turned his head, his arrogant gaze glancing sideways at Wan Yunting. He hadn’t expected this kid to suddenly come over to toast him. So, Yan Changjian also raised his wine cup, giving Wan Yunting a perfunctory nod, and then took a small sip before placing it on the table, chuckling softly, “What is the meaning of Sect Master Wan suddenly coming to toast me?”
Wan Yunting glanced at Hou Feipeng, who was standing beside him, with his peripheral vision. Hou Feipeng was standing right next to Jian Feng. With just a glance, Hou Feipeng could discern whether Jian Feng’s face was real or fake. He then pretended to be nonchalant, staying by Wan Yunting’s side, acting as a subordinate to avoid arousing suspicion from the Divine Sword Sect members.
“Sect Leader Yan jokes. I am merely a junior, specifically coming to offer you a toast. Later, I will also go toast Sect Master Zhong and the others.” Wan Yunting chuckled, pointing towards the tables of the Wudang Sect disciples in the distance…
However, Yan Changjian’s gaze was suspicious as he looked at him sideways. After a pause, he sneered, “I thought Sect Master Wan had come specifically to ask our Divine Sword Sect disciples to go easy on your people in the upcoming matches.”
Facing the overconfident Yan Changjian, Wan Yunting smiled and simply agreed, “Actually, I did come with that intention. If, in the upcoming matches, your disciples encounter our disciples from Wuliang Daoist Temple, I hope you will show leniency and not let us lose too badly.”
“Haha…”
Yan Changjian burst into laughter, but then his expression suddenly changed. He waved his hand and snorted coldly, “Get lost. The person I detest the most is someone hypocritical and insincere like you.”
Seeing this, Wan Yunting smiled, bowed slightly to Yan Changjian, “Then, Sect Leader Yan, please enjoy your drink. I’m going to toast Sect Master Zhong and the others…”
With that, Wan Yunting turned and signaled Hou Feipeng, leading him towards the Wudang Sect members…
Jian Feng and Meng Yan and the others turned to watch Wan Yunting and his group leave, then turned back to Yan Changjian and said, “This Wan Yunting is a smart person, and also very cunning. Sect Leader Yan, you must not trust his words easily!”
Yan Changjian nodded and snorted, “I know. This kid is feigning modesty, giving off the impression of being easy to talk to, but in reality, who knows how many schemes he has in mind. We still need to be wary of him!”
Jian Feng nodded. His facial features were very stiff, and he couldn’t make subtle expressions, but his eyes were sinister and sharp, saying, “Our goal this time is to disrupt his alliance with the various sects, so we absolutely cannot let him succeed!”
“Don’t worry.”
Yan Changjian raised his wine cup and downed the baijiu in one gulp, his eyes shooting out sharp glints like swords, and he sneered, “After the martial arts competition, it will be my turn to make an appearance!”
“How was it?”
Wan Yunting asked quietly as he led Hou Feipeng towards the Wudang Sect members.
Hou Feipeng nodded and confirmed confidently, “His face is fake!”
Wan Yunting’s expression froze. He turned to look at Hou Feipeng, “Are you sure?”
Hou Feipeng nodded confidently, saying, “The craftsmanship of his face isn’t even as good as mine. I recognized it as fake as soon as I got close.”
Wan Yunting had great faith in Hou Feipeng’s disguise skills. He immediately raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, asking again, “Besides him, what about the others from the Divine Sword Sect?”
Hou Feipeng shook his head, saying, “Only he has a fake face!”
Wan Yunting nodded, his heart becoming even more puzzled. If Jian Feng’s face was fake, and his first impression of him was a mixture of familiarity and strangeness, Wan Yunting’s first thought was of the first adopted son of the main god of the Heavenly Eye Divine Cult, nicknamed Jian Shisan!
Previously, on Snake Island in Thailand, Wan Yunting had exchanged a few moves with that Jian Shisan. That person used his left hand to wield his sword, and the current disciple Jian Feng of the Divine Sword Sect also used his left hand to wield his sword!
Of course, there were many left-handed people, and using the left hand to wield a sword wasn't exclusive to these two. However, what made Wan Yunting suspect that Jian Feng might be Jian Shisan from the Heavenly Eye Divine Cult was that their left-handed sword fighting styles were somewhat similar!
After all, everyone’s martial arts techniques and styles had their own personal habits, and their sword-wielding styles were very similar!
Could it be that this Jian Feng was actually Jian Shisan disguised as a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect?
Or perhaps, the Divine Sword Sect had private ties with the Heavenly Eye Divine Cult, so Jian Shisan disguised himself as a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect to participate in this martial arts convention?
But what was their purpose in doing this? Was it to get close to him, to kill him with a single blow, or did they have another objective?
Wan Yunting furrowed his brow, filled with confusion. He couldn’t figure this out. At the same time, he couldn't confirm that Jian Feng was Jian Shisan from the Heavenly Eye Divine Cult, and this required further investigation.
Hou Feipeng, who was following him, didn't dare to ask too many questions. After all, it was best not to ask about certain things, lest it bring about a fatal disaster…
Wan Yunting first asked Hou Feipeng to go back, then went to toast Zhong Yulong. After a brief chat, he returned. Lu Xiaodie and Gu Luotang had already learned from Hou Feipeng that the disciple named Jian Feng from the Divine Sword Sect was a disguise. They asked Wan Yunting with confusion, “Yunting, then who do you think Jian Feng is disguised as?”
Wan Yunting waved his hand and said, “Let’s not talk about it here. We’ll discuss it when we get back.”
Yang Jingyi and the others nodded and said, “Has everyone eaten well? If you’re done eating, let’s go back for a midday nap.”
Some people from other sects also finished their lunch and returned to their accommodations for a midday nap, preparing to return to the North Peak for the martial arts competition at three o’clock in the afternoon…