"A new face? Wouldn't that be the Disguise Technique?" Hu Xiaotian was overjoyed. He had always liked taking shortcuts, and in his mind, skills such as disguise and infiltration were even more important than martial arts. After all, there were far too many problems in this world that martial arts could not solve. If martial arts could decide everything, the people sitting on the thrones of the Various Kingdoms would all have been martial arts masters.
Unenlightened said, "Compared with changing your face, any so-called Disguise Technique is nothing but a paltry trick unfit for public display."
Seeing the smug look on half his face, Hu Xiaotian thought, If you're so capable, why don't you make yourself look a little better? Why only half his face? Because only half of Unenlightened's face could show expression. The muscles on the other half, skin stretched over bone like a skull, had already atrophied. How could it show any expression?
Unenlightened said, "In truth, the path of martial arts is such that mastering one method opens the way to all others. As long as you can precisely control every muscle, you can begin to alter your appearance." He had Hu Xiaotian roll up his sleeve and bend his arm, and Hu Xiaotian showed off his biceps with considerable pride.
Unenlightened's fingers traced the contours of Hu Xiaotian's arm muscles, like coarse sandpaper scraping his skin, raising goose bumps all over him. Unenlightened said, "Imagine if every muscle in your body could rise and fall like this. Then you could change the shape of your face at will. To control changes in your muscles, you must also control your fascia and bones. A martial artist's fascia and bones are far stronger and tougher than an ordinary person's."
Having said this, Unenlightened demonstrated it himself.