No words to speak

"Do I know you? Have we met before?" Yang Ding asked.

There was a sense of familiarity in the words the man had used. It was as if the man knew Yang Ding from the very beginning, far before Yang Ding could know him. Yang Ding had scanned the man and tried hard to remember if he had seen him before. His forehead formed wrinkles but alas nothing came to his mind.

But, there was one thing Yang Ding was sure of. That this sense of familiarity that the man felt towards him was just a misunderstanding.

How can the man know him when this face that he wears now came straight out of his imagination? He had used his disguise arts on himself after all! It must be someone else with the same face Yang Ding was using that the man compared him to.

'Is it some kind of ploy?' Yang Ding thought but he didn't have any proofs to judge it as so.

"Why! Of course, you know me. Hahaha. And I know you too."

'For sure he has mistaken me from someone else,' Yang Ding thought as he nodded.

But the next words the man uttered was bound to catch him off-guard.

"You are not the only one who can use Disguise Arts."

Yang Ding stumbled in shock. He was panic-stricken. His face had lost all colour.

'Disguise Arts? How did he know I was using one?' Yang Ding thought.

Disguise Arts.

A technique very few in the Black Pearl Nation had their hands on. But even if they had their hands on its manual not many were able to practice it.

It required extreme precision and a deep understanding of the bones and muscles of the face. Without which the user would be bound to fail and injure himself in the process. The energy that manifests as vibrations from one's profound energy is supplied to the face. It changes the face at its very core! Bone tissues are rearranged due to the vibrations and so are the muscle tissues as the energy seeps into them causing them to vibrate at unimaginable frequencies!

Most cultivators aren't even able to manifest the energy into the vibrational one, let alone change the structure of the face.

Even the cultivators of the five great clans of the Black Pearl Nation had failed to do so! It was just that much of an advanced technique.

This is why Yang Ding was able to lie so easily to others when inquired as to whether he could perform the disguise arts. Just its sheer difficulty made this lie believable as if the heavens themselves had confirmed this truth.

Other than the one known as God's hand, no one is publicly known to be able to practice this technique.

This was one of Yang Ding's hidden cards. Yet here he was, completely exposed! How did the man know of this even when Yang Ding was so cautious? Just who was he and what did he want of him? And just how many people know of his secret now? Was he part of the five great clans?

Yang ding had so many questions but he didn't dare to ask. For fear that he would be more cornered than he already was.

"What is Disguise arts?" Su Yang asked.

"You don't need to know. It's not yet time for you to know." The man replied.

Yang Ding furrowed his brows.

"Are you part of the five great clans?" Yang Ding asked.

The man shook his head.

"No, I am not. And you don't need to worry. I don't dare offend others when I, myself, have so many secrets on me. Especially I would never offend a monster like you."

That was what Yang Ding was known as.

A cultivation monster. His cultivation talent was revered by all.

It left the whole Black Pearl Nation wondering how a child from a low-tier clan of the Black Pearl nation could raise his cultivation base in such a short amount of time. With no resources to speak of how could he become a late Ling Unification Realm Expert at the tender age of 28?

That is why people called him a monster. There might be a few people out there who get to the Ling Unification Realm at such a tender age. but they had special advantages. These people have a lot of privileges and resources. Like the sons or daughters of the patriarchs of the five great clans. Their fathers being at the highest positions, they get to enjoy what others could only dream of.

But who could even dream to be a ling Unification Expert at such a small age? That is why even the cultivators of the five great clans consider him a great talent in the Black Pearl Nation.

"Hmm, I hope that's the case."

Yang Ding didn't pull the matter more. He might have been a monster in the past but now he was reduced to an Ice Profound Realm cultivator. How much of a pain he had felt when he lost his cultivation? The one he had painstakingly cultivated through the years. How much he had fought for the resources! How many bullies he had to endure!

All of this had been put to waste in a single day! His cultivation base... His position of patriarch everything, he lost it all. If the man in front of him wants him dead, he could kill him at this very moment and Yang Ding would not even be able to let out a cry of agony.

Many a trial came his way. But Did Yang Ding ever give up or sulked? Never! He could never give up! His stubborn nature doesn't allow him to give up! How would he be able to show his face to himself in the mirror if he had chosen to give up?