Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2069: 398: The Art of Language 3

Wang Yue felt totally bewildered, yet he trusted that the young woman would provide clarity, so he held back from probing further.

Breakfast hour had arrived, with numerous students gathered in the dining area.

Wang Yue figured the girl might pick a spot to settle and chat with him. However, she headed directly toward the rear of the eatery. She pressed on past the kitchen and restroom entrances without pausing, venturing deeper within.

Deeper in lay the living quarters of the proprietor, Yu Yan.

Wang Yue grew increasingly baffled: Perhaps this young woman was yet another apprentice under Yu Yan? Or possibly a family member? Still, someone like that wouldn't recognize him.

At the corridor's far end, the girl halted at last and pivoted to confront Wang Yue.

Suddenly, an odd occurrence unfolded. The girl's features shifted repeatedly, until they transformed into a familiar visage for Wang Yue.

“Yingying?!” Wang Yue's eyes widened in disbelief, his face etched with shock.

“Young Master Wang, forgive me. Seeing you earlier filled me with such joy that I overlooked my altered disguise,” Li Yingying replied, a touch of sheepishness in her tone. Her voice shifted back to its usual timbre.

“What's happening here?” Wang Yue remained dazed, struggling to grasp the events.

Li Yingying clarified, “My master shared this minor technique with me. It harnesses true energy to reshape the facial and vocal muscles, thus modifying appearance and sound. For caution, she insists I conceal my identity whenever I come or go from this place in an atypical manner.”

Wang Yue found himself at a loss for words over Li Yingying's nonchalant view of the ability. Far from a mere gimmick, it held the potential to rank as a supreme art if wielded well.

Legends often depict disguise methods as widespread.

Yet typical disguise methods rely on donning masks or layering thick cosmetics to obscure the real face.

Such approaches can readily be uncovered by sophisticated tech or skilled fighters.

High-level fighters attempting surgical or injectable alterations face swift reversal from their innate bodily purification.

Should they employ true energy to suppress this purification, superior fighters could still sense the resulting true energy ripples.

Nevertheless, Li Yingying's method altered not just muscles but generated no traceable true energy disturbances.

After the transformation, even those with transcendent prowess might fail to detect imperfections. How could this not qualify as a divine art?

Li Yingying, sharp as ever, quickly picked up on Wang Yue's awe and eagerness. Thus, she inquired, “Young Master Wang, are you interested in mastering this too?”

“Indeed, it'd prove invaluable for me. Would you instruct me?” Wang Yue responded.

Li Yingying agreed with a nod. “Naturally…”

“No!” A voice cut in before Li Yingying could complete her thought. Yu Yan then emerged from the doorway, eyeing them with grave intent.

“Master.” Surprise flickered across Li Yingying's face. Her teacher had appeared utterly indifferent during her own lessons on the disguise.

Furthermore, this ability bore no connection to martial lineages.

This led her to presume sharing it with Wang Yue was fine without clearance. Yet unexpectedly, her master objected.

“Enter and take a seat,” Yu Suxin gestured to Wang Yue and the rest, ushering them inside before securing the door.

“Master, you mentioned this isn't a remarkable technique. So why refuse to share it with Young Master Wang?” Li Yingying questioned, perplexed.

Yu Suxin answered steadily, “It's no remarkable technique, yet it shouldn't be freely shared. That's my standing rule.”

“I get it, senior,” Wang Yue acknowledged. “Name your terms. I'll meet any to acquire this disguise method.”

“The term is straightforward: meet it, and I'll impart the full disguise technique without reservation,” Yu Suxin stated.

“Kindly specify the terms, senior,” Wang Yue requested, offering a respectful bow in fighter's custom.

Yu Suxin inclined her head and declared, “Namely, from this point forward, you must cease any pursuit of Yingying.”

Wang Yue replied, “Why phrase it so, senior? I've no designs on Yingying whatsoever.”

Li Yingying protested too, “Master, what on earth are you saying?”

Yu Suxin paid Li Yingying no mind and fixed her gaze on Wang Yue. “Will you accept, or decline?”

“As I've stated, I'm not after Yingying,” Wang Yue affirmed earnestly. “If friendly exchanges count as 'pursuit' to you, then regretfully, I must refuse. Yingying's sister holds a dear place in my life. Avoiding her entirely proves impossible.”

“…My wording was imprecise, I'll concede,” Yu Suxin allowed. “Revise the term to: you shall never seek Yingying romantically, nor enter a romantic bond with her.”

“That poses no issue,” Wang Yue chuckled. “Pursuing Yingying was never my aim, much less forming a romantic tie.”

Li Yingying's face fell at once. Though she'd harbored no such expectations, Wang Yue's blunt admission stung deeply.

Yu Suxin appeared content and nodded approvingly. “A sound decision. Truly, this benefits you. Yingying's prospects stretch boundlessly. A modest locale like Jinling resembles a mere puddle for her. Those vaunted three great families will never match her stature ahead. With mismatched standings, any coerced union would breed only misery.”

Such remarks cut sharply. Wang Yue itched to counter with lines like, “Rivers shift from east to west over thirty years. Never underestimate struggling youth.”

Yet upon reflection, he chose silence. Uttering such felt juvenile, and he avoided words that might haunt him later.

Above all, Wang Yue disdained mere rhetoric. Deeds outweighed declarations in proving worth.

Thus, he skipped the debate and simply asked, “May I now receive the disguise technique, senior?”

Yu Suxin held no aversion toward Wang Yue. Quite the opposite—she respected his poised assurance. Her reluctance for him and Li Yingying stemmed precisely from the divide she described: their eventual class disparity.

Picture a royal daughter and a humble estate holder—no harmony there.

Besides, Yu Suxin honored her commitments. She promptly conveyed to Wang Yue the intricate muscle-control process.

The method demanded great intricacy. Li Yingying had needed three solid days of practice to grasp it roughly.

Wang Yue stood apart, though. As Yu Suxin concluded her guidance, he sensed immediate command. Still, wary of revealing his depths to this relative stranger, he opted to commit it to memory and posed further: “Senior, does this sort of technique circulate widely?”

“Far from it,” Yu Suxin denied with a shake of her head. “In the common martial realm, at least, no faction employs it to my knowledge.”

“Relief washes over me, then. Lest the world descend into turmoil,” Wang Yue expressed, eased.