Disguised as Another Couple

Ning Fan and the others' scheme was not particularly clever.

Four human-skin masks to disguise their faces and a healthy dose of audacity were all it took. However, that so-called "audacity" was truly sky-high.

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao were now deep in enemy territory. One misstep, and they would be at the mercy of others.

"Search the immortal cave."

Ning Fan spoke.

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao immediately began rummaging through the cave dwelling. To their surprise, they actually uncovered quite a few treasures.

Seven hundred Spirit Stones, twenty Body Tempering Pills.

Twenty thousand silver coins.

And various other cultivation resources.

All totaled up, it came to nearly a thousand Spirit Stones' worth of resources. As expected of Qihua Peak disciples-their wealth was considerable compared to those of Changming Peak.

"Husband, what is this?"

Just as Ning Fan was continuing his search in a corner of the cave, Yun Qingyao's voice suddenly rang out. Ning Fan subconsciously looked over.

He saw Yun Qingyao holding something resembling a soup spoon, but it looked closer to a small cage.

It was about three centimeters in diameter and over ten centimeters long.

There was even a lock on the outside.

Ning Fan: "..."

Ning Fan walked over, snatched the item from Yun Qingyao's hand, and casually tossed it into a dark corner.

"Be good.

"Don't ask about it. That thing is dirty, go wash your hands."

"Oh."

Yun Qingyao responded with a puzzled expression, then obediently turned around to wash her hands.

"Tsk."

Ning Fan's gaze fell back on the small locked cage, and he couldn't help but click his tongue softly.

"Who would have thought?"

"That Lu Qing'an and her Dao companion really know how to play. And it's clear that between Lu Qing'an and Che Shuai, Lu Qing'an is the one in charge."

Ning Fan truly couldn't understand why anyone would willingly wear such a thing.

How uncomfortable it must be.

"Husband."

Yun Qingyao came out after washing her hands and gently called to Ning Fan.

"We need to disguise our voices,"

Ning Fan frowned.

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao shared very similar statures to Lu Qing'an and Che Shuai, but their voices were entirely different. However, this was not an insurmountable issue.

The voices of the severely injured would naturally sound weak and hoarse.

Even if their disguises sounded slightly off, it wouldn't attract much suspicion. Moreover, Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao had no intention of engaging in lengthy conversations with the disciples of Qihua Peak.

They would avoid interaction whenever possible.

As for their cultivation realms?

Wouldn't it be entirely normal for someone grievously injured to possess unstable True Essence and a chaotic aura?

They didn't even need to fake that part.

"Mm."

Yun Qingyao nodded slightly, then cleared her throat, adjusting her voice to a hoarse, cold tone.

"Let's go. It's time to scout the outside!"

Ning Fan rubbed his hands excitedly.

The resources in Lu Qing'an and Che Shuai's cave dwelling were just a small bonus. The real treasure trove was the entirety of Qihua Peak-whether it was the Martial Skills Pavilion or the main treasury.

A single successful sweep anywhere would yield a massive haul.

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao walked out of the cave dwelling. They did not rush into action, choosing instead to observe their surroundings first.

After all, this was unfamiliar territory.

It was better to be cautious.

As for the layout of Qihua Peak's facilities, Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao had a general idea. The structure of the major Main Peaks was roughly identical.

The main hall sat at the summit, while the disciples' residences occupied the mountainside.

The Martial Skills Pavilion, training grounds, and similar structures were situated between the residences and the main hall. Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao were currently in the middle section of Qihua Peak.

Heading upward would lead them straight to core locations like the Martial Skills Pavilion.

"..."

After confirming their direction, Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao immediately began making their way up Qihua Peak.

It was already midnight.

Very few disciples were out on the mountain paths. Most of the disciples who did cross paths with them bowed their heads respectfully in greeting. The reason was simple-Che Shuai and Lu Qing'an were Ranking Disciples.

Ordinary disciples did not possess the status to converse with them lightly.

Soon.

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao arrived before an ancient tower that soared into the clouds. On the building's plaque, three characters were carved in bold, flowing strokes: "Martial Skills Pavilion."

"..."

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao exchanged a glance, both seeing the excitement reflecting in each other's eyes.

Perfect!!

The Martial Skills Pavilion was one of their primary targets. Finding it so quickly meant everything was proceeding exceptionally smoothly.

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao linked arms and stepped forward.

"Oh."

"Senior Sister Lu, Senior Brother Che, are your injuries stable?"

The disciple guarding the entrance of the Martial Skills Pavilion immediately greeted them warmly upon seeing them approach.

Finally.

They had encountered a disciple who actually spoke to them. But neither panicked; they had rehearsed how to handle such encounters countless times in their minds.

"We manage."

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao chose the safest, most conservative response.

Given their current weakened state, sounding a bit cold and detached was perfectly reasonable and wouldn't arouse suspicion.

But in the next moment.

The guarding disciple frowned slightly, looking Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao up and down with a strange glint in his eyes.

"..."

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao felt their hearts skip a beat.

Where was the flaw!?

Their builds, auras, responses, and voices were all practically flawless.

Suddenly.

Ning Fan recalled the small lock Yun Qingyao had found earlier, and a realization dawned on him.

He shot Yun Qingyao a meaningful look.

The two were already completely in accord. She immediately understood his intent and gently raised her arm.

Ning Fan instantly took a half-step back, carefully supporting her forearm.

Instead of Ning Fan leading the way by half a step, it was now Yun Qingyao walking slightly ahead, with Ning Fan deferentially supporting her arm.

"..."

At the same time, Yun Qingyao directed a cold, imperious glare at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan lowered his head even further, acting exceedingly submissive.

Sure enough.

Following this subtle shift in dynamics, the suspicion in the guard's eyes instantly vanished, returning to a normal demeanor.

"Senior Sister Lu, you're entering the Martial Skills Pavilion even at this hour?"

"Mm,"

Yun Qingyao nodded, her voice frosty.

"Suffering defeat at the hands of Changming Peak is a disgrace. I am unsettled and wish to see if there are any suitable martial skills to help improve my strength."

"Please."

The disciple stepped aside, clearing the path for them.

Ning Fan continued to support Yun Qingyao.

The two walked unhurriedly into the Martial Skills Pavilion.

Qihua Peak's Martial Skills Pavilion spanned five floors. Given Lu Qing'an and Che Shuai's statuses, they were permitted to ascend up to the third floor.

After utilizing the stolen disciple tokens to unlock the spiritual restrictions, the two headed straight for the third floor!

Upon entering the third floor.

A vast array of martial skills and cultivation manuals lay before them-a dazzling, overwhelming collection!!

"..."

Ning Fan looked around the room. Seeing that no one else was present, a greedy light flashed in his eyes as he looked toward the shelves.

Neither of them bothered to look closely or select specific techniques.

They simply grabbed whatever martial skill manuals were within reach and stuffed them directly into their storage rings.

One, two, three!

In the blink of an eye, they had collected over a dozen manuals!!!

Just as Ning Fan was reaching out to sweep more books away, a piercing, discordant wail suddenly shattered the silence.

It was an alarm.

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao exchanged a sharp glance, both seeing an identical look of astonishment in the other's eyes.

Before launching this operation.

No one had mentioned anything about an automated alarm system in the pavilion.

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