The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 814 - 450: Exposed
During these ten days, she always stayed far away from him, refusing to come close.
Fortunately, at this moment, a servant woman happened to walk in. Hulian Minmin whispered for help: "Nanny Lin, what do we do...?"
Nanny Lin was taken aback, covered her mouth, and chuckled: "Miss, don’t worry. That girl who resembles you, I saw her this afternoon. She walks like a willow in the wind, shoulders hunched, chest drawn in, and her legs tightly together. She must still be an untouched maiden."
The siblings both let out a long sigh of relief.
The next morning, Ning Xiaoxian went to Hulian Minmin’s room, carefully observing her walking style and daily habits. Although the Flower-picking Envoy may not necessarily spot any flaws, a performance must be complete in every detail. When she was in Tea City, she could already mimic Tan Qinghe’s appearance. Now that her Divine Skills have advanced significantly, such a minor task is even less of a problem.
Afterwards, she put on a green floral crepe dress, and asked Hulian Minmin to change her hairstyle to a falling horse bun, adorned with several pieces of jewelry, and applied a light makeup. This was the finishing touch. Hulian Minmin took out a brass mirror with carved flowers for her to see, even Changtian silently praised. Ning Xiaoxian’s originally lively and spirited demeanor has now been restrained, and the girl in the mirror appeared delicate with arched brows and thin lips, a charming and refined lady of noble background. Additionally, the dress was high-waisted, covering her heart-stopping long legs, adding a bit of literary grace. Previously, her resemblance to Hulian Minmin was only about seventy percent, but now it has reached ninety percent.
Ning Xiaoxian was very satisfied herself, and couldn’t help but smile—she quickly got into character, remembering that this smile should not reveal teeth like usual, but should be a gentle lip press, with a slender finger blocking in front, just like Hulian Minmin.
At this moment, Hulian Zhe arrived. With his sister’s permission, he entered the boudoir, only to be taken aback. Both Hulian Minmins smiled at him, and both had dimples on the left cheek. Even the angle of their raised little fingers when covering their lips was exactly the same. The girl on the left called him "Brother," while the girl on the right smiled silently.
After carefully distinguishing, he could still tell that the girl on the left was his own sister, even without that call. So, he bowed to Ning Xiaoxian: "Thank you for your effort, Immortal!"
"It’s no problem, this change of outfit is quite amusing." Ning Xiaoxian raised the mirror on the table again for another look. Hulian Zhe noticed that even her voice and tone matched Hulian Minmin’s exactly, secretly admiring the nonpareil skills of the Immortal.
In the following two days, Ning Xiaoxian almost became another person, speaking, acting, and walking exactly like Hulian Minmin, even Nanny Sun, who has served Miss Hulian for more than ten years, couldn’t distinguish instantly which was her real mistress. Facing this identical face, Hulian Minmin often felt as if she had gained a twin sister, leaving her with mixed feelings.
Yet Changtian knew her playful nature. Catching a novel event like this, she was indulging in play. It was fortunate because cultivation was monotonous, many cultivators developed quirks from years of endurance.
One evening, Changtian suddenly said to her: "Outside, an incident has occurred. A large group of cultivators is approaching." Sure enough, about fifteen minutes later, sounds of turmoil arose outside, faintly hearing women’s frightened cries and screams, as well as impatient rebukes. Then, Nanny Lin rushed in, panting heavily: "Miss, the Flower-picking Envoy has arrived, you must hide quickly."
As the situation turned dire, Hulian Minmin was so frightened her legs went weak, and Nanny Lin had to call another servant woman to half-support, half-carry her to hide in the cellar at the back residence. Speaking of it, it was Hulian Zhe’s farsighted father who dared not place all hope on the previous Flower-picking Envoy and fortunately constructed a hidden tunnel in his own cellar.
At such a critical moment, Hulian Minmin’s face turned bloodless. She bit her lip tightly, looking back at Ning Xiaoxian one last time before being hurried away. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Ning Xiaoxian closed her eyes and launched the Concealing Breath Technique, taking a long deep breath. When she reopened her eyes, she bore not a single trace of a cultivator’s aura, transforming into a pale, tear-stained graceful beauty, just a step away from the heart-holding gesture of Xi Shi.
The Flower-picking Envoy walked in to see such a scene. The woman before him was clearly well-prepared, yet now she sat collapsed before the dressing table, her rosebud lips bloodless, her face ashen. Hulian Zhe followed him closely: "Master, this is my sister."
