I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 195 The Truth Will Be Revealed Again (4)

In the dream, everyone's face was blurry.

At twelve years old, only the outline of Yuanbao's body could be discerned.

It doesn't matter.

In any case, Mei Shiyu had never seen his real appearance. Even if it wasn't in his dreams, his impression of Yuanbao as a child was still vague.

Yuanbao won first place in the entrance trial, but was publicly expelled from the mountain by his senior brother, losing all face. The gates of Daoxuan Sect would not be open to him. He was restricted outside the mountain protection barrier. How could he possibly sneak back in his original form without any disguise?

Of course, he had to find a way to conceal his identity beforehand in order to sneak in.

At that time, Yuanbao was skilled in using talismans, so he drew a "disguised talisman" to disguise himself.

This talisman is incredibly powerful.

Similar to the Disguise Elixir, consuming it only allows for random changes in appearance; the beautiful remain beautiful, and the ugly remain ugly, with no room for fine-tuning or correction. In contrast, the Disguise Talisman, when dissolved in water and drunk, allows one to "shape" their face at will, transforming it into whatever they desire, entirely dependent on their skill.

Yuanbao's skills were quite good; he quickly sculpted a very satisfying face. Unfortunately, the talisman had a limited duration, lasting only a day and a night at most.

Moreover, his skills are too shallow. After sculpting the face, he doesn't know how to shape it. If he's not careful, the features will fly off in all directions. It's not suitable for expressions, and it can't be bumped or knocked.

He wandered at the foot of the mountain, unable to enter the barrier, and being unfamiliar with the area, he lost his way and wandered to some peak. Unexpectedly, at that moment, a flying sword pierced through the clouds from the mountain peak and came straight for him!

A figure stood on the sword, swaying back and forth, unable to control its direction. It looked like it was about to collide with him. The figure shouted for him to get out of the way. He should have been able to, but he was staring at the figure and forgot to move. He became a human shield for nothing, and the huge impact was absorbed by him.

Yuanbao was sent flying by the impact.

The world spun around him, and after landing, he rolled five, six, seven, eight... more than ten feet away.

That fall must have been pretty bad.

Mei Shiyu nearly smashed him.

Yes, the one who bumped into Yuanbao that day was none other than the "Junior Uncle" ranked thirteenth in the Dao Xuan Sect.

During the initiation trial, twelve of Ren Pingsheng's thirteen disciples were present, but the thirteenth seat was empty. His eldest disciple, as the host, gave a brief introduction to each of them, mentioning their specialties, divine weapons, and cultivation levels. However, when it came to Mei Shiyu's empty seat, he only said one sentence: He does not accept disciples.

This trial lasted for more than half a month. Apart from the "host" who followed the whole process from beginning to end, the other dozen or so people only showed up at the beginning and never appeared again. They were the "question setters" and were not responsible for monitoring and judging, so they were just going through the motions.

The final outcome of the trial was naturally under the complete control of the person in charge, Ren Pingsheng's eldest disciple.

This skinny reed spirit was autocratic and refused to believe that the winner was actually a low-quality mixed spirit root—he wasn't even qualified to participate in the competition as much as the dog beside him, so how could he have achieved such a good result?

It must be opportunism, cheating and trickery behind the scenes! Without room for argument, throw them off the mountain in public and never hire them again.

Yuan Baosheng suffered this humiliation, but he did not leave easily. He had finally come to Daoxuan Sect and had gone through a lot of effort to pass the trials. Why should he be treated unfairly? He was indignant.

So, after settling his loyal dog, he decided to explore the Dao Xuanzong sect alone again. Even if he couldn't get the fairness he wanted, he was determined to teach that shifty-eyed "examiner" who had targeted him for no reason a lesson!

Yuanbao was furious, and his thoughts turned dark and twisted: No one can decide his life or death, or his fate! He didn't need anyone's pity, but he wanted to vent his anger! In that instant, countless malicious thoughts flashed through his mind.

Perhaps it's wrong to harbor malicious intentions, but with such heavy resentment, he was more likely to attract evil spirits than a ghost when he walked down the street. Of course, everything went wrong. Just now, he was wandering around outside the Dao Xuan Sect's barrier, and before he had done anything, he was almost hit and killed!

But this collision actually dispelled the gloom that had been hanging over him for days.

Yuanbao flew out, fell to the ground, and rolled a few times. Normally, he would have started cursing, but this time, he thanked God.

Thank God, thank Earth, thank fate, for bringing us together.

At seventeen, Mei Shiyu sheathed her sword, full of youthful vigor.

He practiced sword control on Wanren Peak.

In fact, his sword-wielding skills were already proficient enough. The embarrassing incident of Qing Shuang getting stuck in the ground and unable to be pulled out, like before, would never happen again. But he wanted to further break through his limits and challenge himself with more exciting gameplay, such as plunging down from a great height.

Ren Pingsheng used to teach his senior brothers and sisters this way: If you encounter a bottleneck in your cultivation, you might as well push yourself and challenge your limits.

Simple and crude.

However, Mei Shiyu's cultivation path was very smooth. Since his soul was complete, Qi cultivation, foundation building, and core formation were as easy as playing around. While others could not make any progress even after ten or twenty years, he had a flash of inspiration and climbed up the ranks rapidly. His realm improved very quickly, and he was already in the late stage of Golden Core. He was about to break through the core and become an infant. He really did not encounter any bottlenecks.

He just likes to seek thrills.

He accidentally hit someone, and disaster struck.

Mei Shiyu rushed forward to check if anyone had been hit and killed.

A wisp of clear plum blossom fragrance was the first thing to alert Yuanbao's keen senses. His heart trembled, and before the other party could touch him, he swallowed the blood stuck in his throat and scrambled to his feet.

He's incredibly resilient; even though his internal organs were almost shattered, he could still stand up, pat his chest, and say:

"Don't be afraid, I'm perfectly fine!"

Mei Shiyu was naturally afraid. Being locked up for accidentally injuring someone was nothing compared to what he was really doing. What he was going to do was compensate for the serious injury he had caused.

He looked at the child with a worried expression, but after just one glance, he froze, and then looked at him again uncertainly.

Yuanbao: No way? No way! Did he recognize me?!

He quickly covered his face with his sleeve, feeling a little unhappy because he was just as disheveled as last time, and he didn't want to always leave a bad impression. But at the same time, he was also secretly pleased, thinking how great an honor it would be to be remembered by this person.

"I'm sorry," Mei Shiyu quickly looked away and apologized, "I didn't mean to look at your face..."

Yuanbao: That's strange. If you can't judge a person by their face, what can you judge them by?

He touched his face suspiciously, then was startled, his legs went weak, and he almost twisted his ankle.

What a mess of a face!

The facial features are all out of place!

It's not a question of whether it looks good or not.

The question isn't whether it's still watchable.

Mei Shiyu saw the child desperately covering his head with his clothes.

I also heard him ask in a panic, "Did I scare you?"

I felt even more guilty.

"No, no, it's not scary, it's just a little strange... no, not strange, just a little inhuman... no, no, not inhuman, just very special... no, no, no, it's not that 'special,' it's just that you don't get used to it at first glance, but you'll get used to it after a few more looks... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

Mei Shiyu took a step back, bowed deeply, and expressed his deepest apologies, hoping that the other party could forgive his ignorance and recklessness.

He was really too inexperienced; he had never seen anyone with such a strange appearance before, so he was making a fuss over nothing.

But he most admires those who are disabled but determined and live their own lives—this is the truth, not sarcasm.

Yuanbao turned his back and hurriedly tried to reshape his face, but the more he rushed, the more mistakes he made. There was no mirror to check his reflection, so after trying and trying, he had no choice but to give up.

Just then, someone handed over a small hood with a large cape attached to the back.

"Take my cloak...if you can use it. Actually, there's no need to care about other people's opinions. Those who truly understand and like you won't care what you look like, and those who only know how to laugh at your appearance are definitely not on your side. Why waste your feelings on them?"

Yuanbao took the cloak and put it on, "But it's too ugly, even I can't accept it."

Mei Shiyu bent down and rubbed his head, saying, "Everyone has a love for beauty. If I just tell you to let it go, that would be making sarcastic remarks. So, I also want to tell you that I know there are some spells in the cultivation world that are specifically used to correct one's appearance. If you are willing to try to change, I can help you. I have a friend who is very skilled in medicine."

He noticed the child's shoulders trembling slightly, fearing he might be crying, and quickly added, "There's nothing wrong with that. Everyone has the absolute right to improve themselves, including becoming more attractive, right?"

Yuanbao turned around and threw himself into his arms, and Mei Shiyu opened his arms, ready to catch him.

Then, he asked in a muffled voice, "Do you know me? Do you know who I am? Are you so nice to everyone? Why don't you grab me and beat me up first, and question me about what I'm doing sneaking around outside the barrier?! Don't you have any sense of caution towards people?"

Mei Shiyu was stunned by his barrage of questions. "But you're just a child. Do you think you can threaten me? If I punch you, you'll probably cry for a long time."

Yuanbao pounded his head against his chest three times, then sighed, "Alright, alright."

He is indeed a weakling with absolutely no deterrent power right now.

But he's very good at using dirty tricks!

It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. Doesn't Mei Shiyu understand such a simple truth?

How can you be so sincere to strangers?

Kind people deserve to be bullied!

"Brother Taoist priest, I don't actually look like this. I used a talisman to disguise myself like this..."

However, sincerity is always the ultimate weapon.

Faced with such a sincere Mei Shiyu, no matter how cunning and shrewd Yuanbao was, he couldn't help but tell him the truth:

"I sneaked here for a reason! I've been wronged, and I want to seek justice from your sect leader!"

These words were quite blunt; anyone else would have already lost their temper.

Mei Shiyu, being good-natured, asked him, "What's your name? What 'injustice' have you suffered?"

“Yuanbao, my name is Yuanbao. I participated in the Dao Xuan Sect's entrance trial and came in first place! But your examiner is a complete idiot... an idiot. He falsely accused me of cheating and kicked me off the mountain. I was furious and tried to sneak into the barrier…”

Mei Shiyu: "And then?"

Yuanbao: "Give him a good whack on the head!"

Mei Shiyu: "..."

However, he thought the child was very "clever," spoke in a witty manner, and had a strong personality.

Yuanbao continued, "Since I passed the trial, why won't you let me join the sect? Just because... just because I have mixed spiritual roots?! So what? I'm very good at drawing talismans, I even fooled you! Didn't you see anything amiss and still think I really look like this? That I'm hideous?"

He had always been anxious about his appearance, so he spoke in a hurry and coughed after he finished.

The coughing just wouldn't stop. My heart and lungs felt like they were being squeezed into my throat, which was filled with blood that I couldn't swallow. In a moment of carelessness, I sprayed Mei Shiyu (a type of coughing syrup) and my whole body turned bright red.

This time, it was his turn to apologize hastily: "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to get you dirty! Just wait a moment, it'll be fine in a bit!"

“You…” Mei Shiyu was stunned, letting Yuanbao struggle to break free from his embrace. He was shocked for a moment and immediately pulled him back, using his spiritual power to heal him. When he touched Yuanbao’s limp chest, he realized that his ribs were broken. He hugged Yuanbao tightly while feeling a sense of lingering fear.