Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2070 - 399: The Art of Language 4

With a gentle smile, Yu Suxin replied, "You're worrying too much. Few folks truly master these methods, and even if they spread far and wide, society wouldn't descend into disorder. Transforming into an entirely fresh identity with this approach is straightforward, yet posing as another individual proves far more challenging.

No matter how flawlessly someone hones the skill, the best they can achieve is an eighty percent likeness to their target. Moreover, each person carries unique mannerisms and behaviors.

Even with a spot-on replication of looks and speech, fooling close acquaintances remains tough. Above all, this method alters only the muscles, leaving bones and overall build untouched. Opportunities to mimic someone with a matching physique are scarce in the world."

"So, are there any arts that reshape bones?" Wang Yue inquired with keen interest. He often felt frustrated by his stature, and discovering a means to alter his form would spare him the wait for natural growth.

"None that I know of, at least," Yu Suxin replied, shaking her head. "Manipulating muscles is tough enough already, and bones form the vital framework of the body. Altering them isn't simple."

Wang Yue swiftly abandoned the notion. Based on Yu Yan's words—in his thoughts, Yu Suxin had become Yu Yan—it was evident she hailed from a prestigious lineage, likely tied to a revered martial arts domain.

If she remained unaware of such methods, they likely didn't exist anywhere.

Yet, given her links to that exalted domain, perhaps there were topics he could probe her on.

Thus, Wang Yue pressed further, "With your vast knowledge, have you heard of a revered martial arts domain known as the Yang Family?"

"The Yang Family?" Yu Suxin echoed in astonishment, countering, "What prompts your interest in them?"

Her response confirmed her familiarity with the Yang Family. Wang Yue hastened to explain, "An elder of mine was dispatched to the Yang Family three decades back, and she's been out of touch ever since. I simply seek clues about her fate."

"I never imagined you'd have ties to the Yang Family," Yu Suxin remarked in surprise, then shook her head. "I've merely caught wind of their name. Their internal matters are a mystery to me. You've come to the wrong source."

"In that case, can you tell me where the Yang Family resides?" Wang Yue followed up.

"They're based in Bianjing, right in the heart of the central plains. A bit of local inquiry should reveal their spot," Yu Suxin answered.

She then cautioned, "For Yingying's benefit, here's a single tip: avoid venturing to the Yang Family on a whim, and don't anticipate any rewards from your elder. The dealings of revered domains aren't for common martial artists to meddle in."

"I appreciate the heads-up, senior," Wang Yue responded.

His aim in heading to the Yang Family wasn't for gains, though. He'd even once plotted a bold assault on them.

Only after piecing together hints that his second aunt was thriving did he drop that plan. Still, he yearned to reach the Yang Family soon, if only for a glimpse of her.

"Well, you've grasped the disguise art now, but Yingying requires more training. You should head out," Yu Suxin dismissed him plainly.

"Master, allow me to escort him," Li Yingying offered right away.

Yu Suxin raised no objection. Having encountered myriad souls over the years, she recognized Wang Yue as true to his vows. With his pledge secured, betrayal seemed unlikely. And with her disciple nearby, all concerns faded.

Li Yingying slipped back into her usual poise and trailed Wang Yue outside.

Once beyond the restaurant, Li Yingying blurted, "Young Master Wang, I hope you don't resent my master. Her motives are pure."

"Resent her? Why would I?" Wang Yue chuckled. "She owes me nothing. Quite the opposite—she shared invaluable techniques. Gratitude is what I feel."

"Yet she coerced that vow from you," Li Yingying pointed out.

Wang Yue grinned. "Becoming your lover was never my plan. Pressured or not, it's merely one more commitment."

"Do you truly feel nothing for me?" Li Yingying burst out at last, eyes brimming with tears. Though romance with Wang Yue wasn't her hope, his coolness stung sharply. "If there's no affection at all, then why that moment on the bus..."

Wang Yue let out a hearty laugh. "Naturally, I like you. And when the moment arrives, you'll stand by my side forever, never parting."

Li Yingying froze. "But you've sworn to my master..."

"Who claims togetherness demands a formal romance?" Wang Yue teased with a sly grin. "Truth be told, your sister is already mine, carrying my child no less. Soon, you'll be my sister-in-law. With a sister-in-law lingering near her brother-in-law, what objection could your master raise? And furthermore..."

Leaning in, Wang Yue murmured into Li Yingying's ear, "Brother-in-laws often dote on their sisters-in-law most. My sweet little sister-in-law, you're fated to be mine eternally. Escape is impossible."

"You're awful! So sly! Tricking my master that way?" Li Yingying chided with a playful lilt, though laughter mingled with her tears. She'd never dreamed of a proper bond with Wang Yue. His affection alone sufficed.

Crowds swarmed the streets, preventing Wang Yue from any tender gestures toward Li Yingying. He merely clasped her hand discreetly and departed.

Returning to Yu Suxin, Li Yingying's changed vibe was instantly clear.

"Yingying, what words did Wang Yue share? Is he reneging?" Yu Suxin queried sternly.

"No, Young Master Wang honors his oaths," Li Yingying denied, shaking her head. "And I vow to my master: I'll never pursue romance with him."

"So why the sudden cheer?" Yu Suxin probed. She sensed her disciple's crush on Wang Yue. Post his agreement, Li Yingying had appeared downcast. Yet now, after a brief exit, joy returned—arousing her doubts.

"I'm thrilled for my sister. She's Mr. Wang's now, bearing his baby too. I'll be a sister-in-law before long. How could I not rejoice?" Li Yingying replied, a twinge of guilt nagging her. Mr. Wang had truly swayed her, even to sweet-talk her master.

But sister-in-law... how mortifying!

Lingering as his sister-in-law across lifetimes sounds delightful!

Unaware of her disciple's musings, Yu Suxin heard the response and eased fully. Clarity in her pupil's heart was a boon.

Legend has it that upon entering the vehicle, Wang Yue dove into practicing the fresh technique.

Swiftly, his features shifted freely. Mastery came in mere minutes.

Next, Wang Yue molded his visage to match Zhang Qingtian's. The result hit ninety percent similarity, nearly identical to the original.

This surpassed Yu Yan's description. Evidently, his vital energy outshone hers in purity.

Thus, as his vital energy refined further ahead, perfect mimicry of any target at full fidelity awaited him someday.

At last, Wang Yue crafted a fresh look: sharper, tougher traits turning him into a twenties hunk.

His tone deepened to a bold timbre. Even intimates would fail to spot him by sight or sound.

Though unused for now, Wang Yue foresaw its future value.

Reaching the Su family's stronghold, Wang Yue approached Yan Fangfei with his ask.

Yan Fangfei, of course, acceded to Wang Yue's wish.

Resources abounded for her. Lacking top-tier stuff for godly arms, her expertise in blending alloys could rival premium crafts.

She consented at once, promising delivery in three days. In exchange, ample public grain would flow his way.

Yet Wang Yue's generous public grain haul left Yan Fangfei occupied all day, delaying the blade by a day.

En route home, a note from Wang Zhitin arrived. A smirk played on Wang Yue's lips as he wheeled back to the Su base.

Post-meal, Wang Zhitin hauled a massive wooden crate into Huang Yuexiang's quarters.

Towering almost two meters, the box spanned over a meter wide and deep. It was comical watching the slim Wang Zhitin lug such heft.

"Tingting, what's that load? Set it down before it crushes you!" Though Huang Yuexiang trusted her girls' strength for such iron masses, maternal instinct urged her to fret and direct the drop in the lounge.

"Mom, it's your present from me. Unwrap it and check if it pleases," Wang Zhitin beamed.

"What's inside?" Huang Yuexiang peeked curiously into the grand crate, unveiling her daughter's offering.

A full-scale human-like figure stood nearly two meters, radiating grandeur in ancient-general-style iron plating that amplified its awe.

The mismatch? Its stately form was strikingly handsome, far from brutish. Worse, its mug mirrored Wang Yue's, just scaled up.

"Behold the Valiant Great General!" Wang Zhitin proclaimed with flair, then queried, "Mom, does it delight you?"

"Just a doll—what's to like or loathe?" Huang Yuexiang dismissed. "And that face—whatever for?"

"A faceless stand-in would creep anyone out," Wang Zhitin reasoned. "Impersonating another felt off, so I shaped it after my brother."

"Fine, but what's its point? Decor for lounge or garden to banish spirits?" Huang Yuexiang wondered.

"The Wang estate's a feng shui gem—no evils lurk," Wang Zhitin giggled. "Truthfully, it's for your chamber, to keep you warm."

"A bedroom beast in armor greeting my gaze each dawn? Aiming to frighten me senseless?" Huang Yuexiang grumbled.

"Not keen on the General vibe? Simple tweak," Wang Zhitin grinned and commanded the figure, "Shed your armor!"

Astonishingly, the construct obeyed. At Wang Zhitin's cue, it stirred—sluggishly, yet methodically stripping gear: helmet off, then pauldrons, chest plate...

"What in the world is this?" Huang Yuexiang gaped as the "Valiant Great General" methodically bared itself.

Wang Zhitin tittered. "Patience—you'll see shortly."

Soon, the upper armor lay discarded, exposing a bare torso beneath. Grasping the intent, Huang Yuexiang halted it briskly, "Enough, cease."

"Once ordered, it persists to the end," Wang Zhitin clarified.