Netherworld Painted Skin Scroll

Chapter 329 Xu Pianpian

"Can't be a good person?" Tong Xu paused for a moment, then laughed. "Looks like you're quite cunning. You're planning to impersonate him?"

"Didn't you say that I'm somewhat similar to him? If I just follow the way we do things and go to some sects, he shouldn't be able to be a good person anymore."

Tong Xu shook her head again: "These things always leave traces—"

“Killing everyone and devouring their souls shouldn’t leave any trace, right? Isn’t your Netherworld Sect supposed to be reclusive? They shouldn’t be able to find out.” Xu Zhen thought for a moment, “You don’t know much about this Li Wuxiang. No one will think anything is wrong with what he did. By the time you find out, it will be too late. I think this is a good idea.”

Xu Zhen spoke without any hostility, his expression completely normal. In Tong Xu's eyes, he was even quite amiable. But this amiability sent a chill down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder how she should respond.

Yes, she needs to think, she needs to consider how to express the appropriate attitude.

She had just entered the room and immediately rebuked the other party for harming her disciples, displaying an extremely dissatisfied attitude. In fact, this was all a deliberate display after careful consideration.

Xu Zhen and his sister Xu Pianpian are both wicked, and Tong Xu was unsure how to handle their interactions. However, she knew that certain impressions were crucial at the beginning, so she couldn't appear too intimidating; in fact, she had to adopt a slightly assertive demeanor.

However, she knew that her assertiveness was just a castle in the air—the other party's background was something she couldn't afford to offend, and she couldn't afford to offend the other party himself either.

Xu Zhen is almost at the stage of Yang Shen (spirit cultivation). In the Central Continent, a cultivator who is about to achieve Yang Shen is already quite strong, and Xu Zhen is not even a human cultivator.

Xu Zhen's attitude had been consistently good these past few days. Tong Xu felt that even a human cultivator, at this level of cultivation, couldn't possibly be more kind and polite than him. However, just like before, some words would occasionally slip from his lips, reminding her that this great demon from beyond the Central Continent was fundamentally different from humans.

Some things in the Central Plains seemed unbelievable to him, while others that he considered commonplace often made her heart pound.

Even now, she still doesn't know whether his apparent kindness stems from genuine understanding or... like a tiger lying there after a good meal. A naive fawn walks past, even playfully nudging its head, but the tiger ignores it. This isn't kindness, but simply because it's not hungry.

After thinking for a moment, Tong Xu determined what attitude he should show.

She shook her head again, using a somewhat lecturing tone, but she did it well so as not to annoy the other party: "You haven't fully figured out what the people on the Central Plains are thinking. Your idea is almost the same as killing Li Wuxiang—if you slaughter a few sects, the matter won't be much less serious than killing Li Wuxiang. Li Wuxiang won't admit it, and Mei Qiulu certainly won't admit it either."

“Even the Blood God Cult wouldn’t do something like this. So for Mei Qiulu, someone who acts so ruthlessly is more important than the Blood God Cult for a moment, and she will investigate you just the same way.”

Xu Zhen fell silent, staring intently at Tong Xu. His expression was somewhere between relaxed and expressionless. Tong Xu tensed slightly under his gaze, but as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he managed to control his heartbeat.

After a brief pause, Xu Zhen suddenly smiled and said, "You know so much. There's no one over there who knows as much as you. It's really... According to you, you must be head over heels in love. How about I become your Daoist partner?"

Tong Xu smiled and said, "There are many people who know more than me, and many who are prettier than me. After you meet more of them, you won't even look at me anymore. Stop making jokes like this. Let's hurry up and think of a solution. I have to go see that Corpse Immortal from the Blood God Cult in a bit."

Xu Zhen slumped into the chair, waved her hand, and said, "You're right, I still need to learn more. You think it's best, and I'll do whatever you think is good."

Tong Xu asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Are you angry?" "Of course not. I wouldn't get angry over something like this. It's just... wait?" Xu Zhen slumped in her chair, startled, then straightened up. "Tell me more about that person, that woman, her name is Xue—"

"Xue Baoping?"

"Yes. Tell me about her. What do you think of her and Li Wuxiang?"

Tong Xu then recounted in detail his encounter with Xue Baoping by the lake—her reaction, her tone, even her expression, and his own thoughts at the time.

After she finished speaking, Xu Zhen smiled and said, "Then I have another idea. This idea will not require killing more people, nor will it provoke Mei Qiulu."

"any solution?"

"The way to get Li Wuxiang to kill people in other sects. For example, if one of your thirty-six sects kills Xue Baoping, perhaps even tortures her, it wouldn't be surprising if Li Wuxiang did something else, right? At that point, I think I won't need to impersonate him; he'll do what we want him to do."

Tong Xu thought for a moment: "Good idea. But it's easier said than done. If that girl is really as she says, Li Wuxiang will keep a close eye on her. How can you kill her and still deceive Li Wuxiang?"

Xu Zhen smiled, raised her face slightly towards the door, and called out loudly, "Pianpian, Pianpian, come here for a moment."

Not long after, the door was pushed open. But it wasn't a girl who walked in, but a man. Tong Xu was stunned when she saw him—this was Lü Zihuan, her disciple, the one who had been brutally murdered by Xu Pianpian earlier that day.

However, her surprise wasn't because it was Lü Zihuan who entered—she knew it was Xu Pianpian in disguise. It was because this imposter, Lü Zihuan, was completely flawless. Her aura, appearance, and mannerisms were exactly like her disciple who was about to form her core. She had seen this skill before, but even now, it still seemed incredibly unbelievable.

It was also because of a little unhappiness in my heart.

Killing someone else's disciple and then jokingly pretending to enter the sect—no human being would ever do such a thing.

"Master, you're back!" Lü Zihuan was also taken aback for a moment as she entered, then a joyful expression appeared on her face. "I thought you'd have to wait a few more days. Oh, Fellow Daoist Xu, greetings—"

Xu Zhen sighed: "Stop fooling around. Sect Leader Tong already knows what you've done. Pianpian, I just told Sect Leader Tong that we'll pierce your collarbone later and lock you in a room to prevent you from causing trouble again."

Lu Zihuan's face melted instantly, and in a moment she transformed into a woman, haphazardly draped in a thin veil, her eyes wide: "Why!? There are so many people on the mountain! It's just one less!?"

Tong Xu was already considered pretty, but Xu Pianpian was even more beautiful. This kind of beauty was rarely seen—innocent, pure, and pitifully charming. Judging only by her appearance and unaware of her actions, one would truly think she was a fairy born in some secluded paradise.

Xu Zhen waved his hand: "Don't call me that. This is what I originally intended to do, but now I've thought about it and there's something that can help you redeem yourself. If you succeed, both Sect Leader Tong and I will forgive you this time."

(End of this chapter)