I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 1034: 395: Stop doing things that hurt yourself easily, the tip of your nose is sore

Chapter 1395: Stop doing things that hurt yourself easily, the tip of your nose is soreMu Yan was dressed in gauze as white as moonlight, paired with a soft robe embroidered with intricate and delicate patterns. Holding an ancient wooden comb in her slender jade-like hands, she slowly combed her hair in front of the bronze mirror, completely ignoring Zhuo Wu’s words, her expression dignified and graceful.

Zhuo Wu, watching her from a distance, was not surprised by Mu Yan’s reaction. Ever since Mu Yan had been forcibly accepted as an apprentice into the Hell of Ice and Fire and brought back, she had always been like this, rarely paying attention to others. Those who didn’t know her might even think she was mute.

But that was fine with Zhuo Wu—if she spoke less, it saved him a lot of trouble. Up until now, Zhuo Wu had not revealed any information about Mu Yan. As for the planned disciple acceptance ceremony, word had already spread within the Zhuo clan, and many members had been discussing it recently.

However, no one in the clan had yet seen the true appearance of the apprentice Zhuo Wu intended to accept.

In front of her clansmen, Zhuo Wu naturally couldn’t accept someone who had killed her highly regarded junior as her apprentice. So she had to alter the story, claiming she had met Mu Yan by chance during her travels. According to her, Mu Yan was exceptionally talented and had been highly valued, which led to her being brought back to the clan. She explained that Mu Yan had been cultivating in seclusion ever since, which was why no one had seen her before. As for the murderer who had killed her junior, Zhuo Wu claimed to have personally dealt with them in the Hell of Ice and Fire.

“From today onward, the old you no longer exists in this world. Your new name is Zhuo Yan, given to you by the deity herself upon your apprenticeship,” Zhuo Wu said before shaking her sleeves and disappearing from the palace.

She wasn’t concerned that Mu Yan would do anything reckless. Back in the Hell of Ice and Fire, Mu Yan had wanted to die, and living on in such a humiliating manner must have been unbearable. As one of the most outstanding figures in the world, how could Zhuo Wu fail to understand Mu Yan’s inner thoughts?

But Zhuo Wu still didn’t care. With the spell cast on Mu Yan, binding her to obey for the rest of her life, Mu Yan’s fate was already sealed. To someone like Zhuo Wu, an existence so far beyond the immortal king, Mu Yan, who couldn’t even reach that level, was truly no more significant than an ant.

After Zhuo Wu left the palace, Mu Yan, who had been quietly grooming herself in the mirror, put down the wooden comb and glanced outside with a hint of regret. Succumbing to Zhuo Wu and accepting her as her master—her greatest enemy—had been a desperate tactic, meant to buy time.

She had been thinking of countermeasures,

“Keep your head up… You don’t need to hide your face with your hair. You have such a beautiful face; why choose to conceal it so no one can see it?”

The gray-haired girl was taken aback by his words and instinctively raised her eyes to meet Gu Changge’s gaze.

He sat there with his usual warm smile, drinking tea leisurely, his eyes half-closed as if nothing in this world could alter his expression. It had to be said that he possessed an almost immortal temperament; to describe him as detached or refined felt insufficient. He was entirely different from any man she had ever encountered.

This difference was not merely in temperament, appearance, or demeanor, but in the very sense of his existence. Although he was present, visible, and seemingly within reach, he gave off the impression of being in an entirely different realm from everyone else. He seemed to exist nowhere, as if he were not tethered to anyone or anything.

“Well, your current appearance is more pleasing to the eye. All beautiful girls in this world should cherish their looks. After you follow me, don’t engage in self-destructive behavior,” Gu Changge said casually, seemingly unaware of the gray-haired girl stealing glances at him.

When the gray-haired girl heard this, she paused for a moment, feeling an indescribable warmth in her heart. It was a sensation akin to warm sunshine pouring down and a gentle breeze caressing her skin.

For some reason, she felt as though all the indifference she had cultivated was slowly disintegrating, leaving her with a slight soreness in her nose. After Ling Huang said his piece and departed, she found herself unable to resist the allure of the healing medicine in the small white porcelain bottle. Despite her strong willpower, she ultimately uncapped the bottle and swallowed its contents whole.

Immediately, her body began to undergo almost complete transformation. The water in the bath changed eight times, with the first change revealing a mixture of black and blood, accompanied by layers of dead skin and scars that had sloughed off. The stench was overwhelming.

The same unpleasantness persisted with the second change. The odor from the first three changes made her face flush; she couldn’t believe that these were the impurities being expelled from her body. It was hard to reconcile with the fact that she possessed the strength of a true immortal; she was no longer a mortal and had long freed herself from the dirt and impurities of the world. Yet, so many impurities remained.

Fortunately, after the next few changes, the bathwater showed no further alterations. She also realized that her cultivation had significantly improved.