Disguise

The cold declaration echoed through Fallen Eagle Ravine. The surviving bandits, snapping out of their daze, dropped their weapons with clangs.

A crowd of bandits knelt, their heads banging on the ground like pounding garlic. "My lord, spare us! We are willing to surrender! We will serve you like dogs and horses!"

Lin Feng's killing intent subsided slightly. Destroying Black Wind Stronghold required a long-term plan, and these surrendered bandits might serve as pawns.

He expressionlessly took out several rough porcelain bottles from his storage pouch.

"Surrender? Very well."

Lin Feng's voice was cold and hard. "This is the 'Bone-Corroding Heart-Piercing Pill.' After taking it, you will need to take a relief pill at a fixed time each month.

If you miss a dose, the poison will take effect, your internal organs will feel like they're being gnawed by ants, your bones will feel like they're being pierced by needles, you will wail for seven days, and your flesh and blood will dissolve until you die."

His words were spoken plainly, yet each one was like an ice pick, piercing the bandits' hearts.

No one dared to doubt him. Lin Feng's swift execution of Hu Biao just moments ago had etched an indelible fear into their minds.

This was an open scheme, an unavoidable shackle.

After a brief moment of deathly silence, a bandit sub-leader tremblingly stepped forward, took the pill, closed his eyes, and swallowed it.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his face instantly turned ashen.

With someone taking the lead, the rest, though their faces were ashen, knew this was their only path to survival. They stepped forward one by one to receive the pills and swallowed them whole, as if they were swallowing their own death warrants.

[Surrendered Black Wind Stronghold bandits, gained 150 Slaughter Points.]

The Slaughter System's prompt sounded.

Lin Feng's eyes flickered. He walked to Hu Biao's corpse, bent down, and rummaged through it, quickly pulling out a thin booklet from his embrace—Thousand Faces Illusionary Art.

Flipping through a few pages, it was indeed a technique for disguise.

A plan to destroy Black Wind Stronghold instantly formed in Lin Feng's mind.

He put away the secret manual and said to the bandits, who had just taken the poison pills and were now pale-faced.

"If you want to live, do as I say and take me back to Black Wind Stronghold."

The bandits were all startled. The sub-leader blurted out, "My lord, you intend to..."

"From now on, I am Hu Biao," Lin Feng's tone was unquestionable. "You will take me back to Black Wind Village to report."

He found a secluded spot by a mountain stream and focused his mind on the system.

[Detected martial art "Thousand Faces Illusionary Art," do you wish to consume Slaughter Points to learn and upgrade?]

"Upgrade to perfection."

Lin Feng locked his intent.

The existing 350 Slaughter Points were instantly deducted by 100.

[Consumed 100 Slaughter Points, "Thousand Faces Illusionary Art" upgraded to perfection realm!]

A torrent of information flooded in, not just the exquisite use of disguise materials and the subtle manipulation of facial muscles and bones, but on a deeper level, the essence of mimicking aura, adjusting posture, and even imitating habits.

The perfection-level "Thousand Faces Illusionary Art" was already close to the Dao.

Lin Feng's hands moved like flying, using readily available materials and personal belongings to quickly shape and sculpt his face.

In just a short while, when he turned around again, the bandits were all terrified.

The person before them, in terms of build, facial features, the fierceness in his brows, and even the wildness in his eyes, was indistinguishable from the deceased Hu Biao!

Even his voice had become hoarse and unpleasant. "What? Not like him?"

"Like him! Too much like him!" The bandit sub-leader quickly bowed, a chill running down his spine.

"Let's go."

Lin Feng—the "Hu Biao" of this moment—imitating the posture of Hu Biao from his memory, waved his hand.

The group headed in the direction of Black Wind Stronghold.

The mountain path was rugged, and the trees grew denser.

After about an hour, a fortress built relying on the steep mountain terrain appeared, with watchtowers lining it. This was Black Wind Stronghold.

As they approached the village gate, the atmosphere suddenly tensed.

The bandits guarding the gate recognized "Hu Biao" and his subordinates, but the procedure remained the same.

"Brother Hu, you're back?" a guard sub-leader stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over Lin Feng and the slightly disheveled group behind him. "Looks like things were tough? Lost a few brothers?"

"Mhm," Lin Feng grunted, imitating Hu Biao's arrogance. "Those lackeys from the Northern Garrison Command do have some tricks, but I've already killed them."

He patted the Nine-Ringed Ghost-Head Saber at his waist, which originally belonged to Hu Biao.

The guard sub-leader nodded, but his gaze suspiciously lingered on Lin Feng, his brow furrowed. "Brother Hu, you... seem a bit different today?

Your complexion seems a little off, and your walking posture..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his suspicion was obvious.

In an instant, the air solidified.

The surrendered bandits behind Lin Feng's hearts stopped beating, and cold sweat broke out.

If they were discovered, they would surely die at the entrance of this dragon's den.

Everyone's heart was in their mouths; danger was imminent.

At this critical moment, Lin Feng's expression changed drastically. He took a step forward and pointed at the nose of the guard captain, cursing loudly, his spittle nearly spraying the other man's face.

"Bullshit!

My brothers and I risked our lives, killed a Qianhu from the Northern Garrison Command, and lost several men to get back here!

You're not opening the gate quickly, but you dare to babble here and call me strange?

Are your eyes covered in shit?! If you delay my report to the Village Master, can you handle the consequences?!"

This outburst was fierce, stern, and domineering, exactly like Hu Biao's usual behavior!

The guard captain was startled by this sudden outburst. Seeing "Hu Biao's" ferocious and predatory demeanor, he immediately believed him for the most part.

The slight doubt in his heart was instantly overwhelmed by fear, and he quickly put on a smile.

"Calm down, Captain Hu! It was my poor eyesight, I'm blind! Please, come in quickly!"

As he spoke, he quickly waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to move the obstruction.

Lin Feng felt a little relieved. Mimicking Hu Biao's habit, he let out a cold snort, waved his hand, and led the surrendered bandits towards the stockade.

However, at this moment, a sinister voice suddenly came from inside the fortress gate:

"Wait."

The voice was not loud, but it carried a chilling coldness that made one's heart palpitate.

A tall, thin man in a green robe, with a pale face and eyes like a venomous snake, slowly emerged from the shadows and blocked the village gate.

His gaze was sharp, fixed on Lin Feng, and the corner of his mouth curved into an icy arc.

"Hu Biao, you just said... you killed a Qianhu from the Northern Garrison Command?

As far as I know, the one who led the team to provide backup was a Yellow Ranking Expert specially arranged by the Northern Garrison Commander... How did you snatch this credit from him? And..."

The green-robed man approached slowly, his voice dropping lower, filled with undisguised doubt and scrutiny.

"Why has the blood fiend energy on you faded so much? It's more like... you're injured internally?"

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