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

Yu Suxin grinned and explained, "You're worrying too much. Few folks actually master those kinds of skills, and even if they spread far and wide, society wouldn't plunge into disorder. Transforming into a brand-new individual with this approach is straightforward, yet posing as another specific figure proves far more challenging.

No matter how flawlessly someone hones the art, the best they can achieve is an eighty percent likeness to their target. Plus, each individual possesses 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. Scant few people share comparable physiques for imitation anyway."

"In that case, are there any methods to reshape bones?" Wang Yue inquired with keen interest. He occasionally felt discontent with his stature, so 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 holding the body together. Altering them isn't simple."

Wang Yue swiftly abandoned the notion. Based on Yu Yan's (not a mistake; in Wang Yue's thoughts, Yu Suxin now went by Yu Yan) words, it was evident she hailed from a prestigious lineage, likely tied to some exalted martial arts domain.

If she herself remained unaware of such arts, 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 all your knowledge, have you heard of an exalted martial arts domain known as the Yang Family?"

"The Yang Family?" Yu Suxin reacted with astonishment and countered, "What makes you inquire about them?"

Her response made it plain she was familiar with the Yang Family. Wang Yue hastened to reply, "An elder of mine was dispatched to the Yang Family three decades back, and since that time, no word has come. I simply seek to learn her fate."

"I never imagined you'd have ties to the Yang Family," Yu Suxin expressed surprise, yet she soon shook her head. "I've merely come across mentions of the Yang Family. Their internal matters escape me entirely. You've approached the incorrect source."

"Then, could you tell me the Yang Family's whereabouts?" Wang Yue followed up.

"They reside in Bianjing, right in the heart of the central plains. Inquiries there should yield answers," Yu Suxin responded.

She then cautioned, "For Yingying's benefit, here's one tip: avoid venturing to the Yang Family on a whim, and don't anticipate favorable outcomes from your elder. Exalted domain intrigues aren't for average martial practitioners to meddle in."

"My thanks for the caution, senior," Wang Yue acknowledged.

Truth be told, his intent toward the Yang Family wasn't about gains. He had even once plotted a forceful raid on them.

Only after piecing together clues suggesting his second aunt thrived there did he shelve that plan. Still, he yearned to reach the Yang Family without delay, if only for a single glimpse of her.

"Well, having grasped the disguise art, Yingying requires more training. You may depart now," Yu Suxin dismissed him outright.

"Master, allow me to escort him," Li Yingying volunteered at once.

Yu Suxin raised no objection. Having encountered myriad souls over her years, she discerned Wang Yue as true to his vows. With his pledge secured, betrayal seemed unlikely. And with her disciple nearby, 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, kindly 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 imparted valuable abilities. Gratitude is what I feel."

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

Wang Yue grinned. "I had no plans to pursue romance with you regardless. Her influence merely added another commitment."

"Do you truly feel nothing for me?" Li Yingying at last unleashed her pent-up emotions, tears welling as she questioned. Though romance with Wang Yue lay beyond her hopes, his aloofness stung profoundly. "If there's no affection at all, then why that incident on the bus..."

Wang Yue burst into laughter. "Naturally, I like you. And in due course, you'll stand beside me forever, never parting again."

Li Yingying froze in shock. "But your promise to my master..."

"Who claims togetherness demands a formal romance?" Wang Yue smirked slyly. "Truthfully, your sister belongs to me now, carrying my child no less. Thus, you'll soon be my sister-in-law. With a sister-in-law lingering near her brother-in-law, what objection could your master raise? And moreover..."

Here, Wang Yue drew near Li Yingying's ear and murmured, "Brother-in-laws often favor their sisters-in-law most. My sweet little sister-in-law, fate binds you to me eternally. Escape proves impossible."

"You rascal! Such trickery! How dare you mislead my master so?" Li Yingying chided in jest, yet laughter mingled with her tears. Official ties with Wang Yue had never crossed her mind. His affection sufficed.

Crowds swarmed the streets, barring Wang Yue from tender gestures toward Li Yingying. He merely clasped her hand discreetly and walked away.

Upon rejoining Yu Suxin, Li Yingying's altered spirit shone through instantly.

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

"No, Young Master Wang upholds his oaths faithfully," Li Yingying denied, shaking her head. "And I vow to my master: romance with him lies beyond me forever."

"Then why the sudden cheer?" Yu Suxin probed. She sensed her disciple's affection for Wang Yue. His acceptance of the terms had left Li Yingying downcast. Yet a brief outing flipped her joy—arousing Yu Suxin's doubts.

"I rejoice for my sister. She's Mr. Wang's now, bearing his offspring too. Soon, I'll be a sister-in-law. How could I not be thrilled?" Li Yingying claimed, guilt flickering within. Mr. Wang had indeed swayed her, prompting such sweet-talk toward her master.

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

Lingering at his side as a sister-in-law through the ages sounds utterly delightful!

Yu Suxin remained oblivious to her disciple's musings. Her words brought full reassurance. Clarity in her disciple's view proved ideal.

Legend has it that, once in the vehicle, Wang Yue dove into practicing his newly acquired skill.

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

Next, Wang Yue attempted molding his visage after Zhang Qingtian's. The result mirrored him at ninety percent fidelity, bordering on 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 imitation of any target at full accuracy awaited someday.

At last, Wang Yue crafted a fresh look for himself: sharper, tougher contours turned him into a twenty-something youth.

His tone deepened to a booming timbre. Even intimates would struggle to identify him by sight or sound.

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

Reaching the Su family stronghold, Wang Yue sought out Yan Fangfei and voiced his wish.

Yan Fangfei readily consented to Wang Yue's ask.

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

She pledged swift agreement, promising delivery in three days. In exchange, ample public grain sufficed.

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

En route home, a missive from Wang Zhitin arrived. Wang Yue's lips twisted in amusement, prompting a return to the Su base.

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

Towering nearly two meters, the container spanned over a meter wide and deep. The sight of dainty Wang Zhitin lugging such bulk amused greatly.

"Tingting, what's that you're toting? Set it down before it crushes you!" Huang Yuexiang knew her daughters' prowess handled iron slabs with ease, but maternal instinct urged haste as she bid her to deposit it in the lounge.

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

"What could it be?" Huang Yuexiang peeked inside the hefty case, unveiling her daughter's offering.

A full-scale humanoid automaton loomed at almost two meters. Its stature exuded grandeur, clad in iron plating evoking an ancient warlord, amplifying its awe.

The mismatch lay in its strikingly handsome visage, far from a battle-hardened brute. Stranger still, its features echoed Wang Yue's precisely, just scaled up.

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

"Mere doll—why like or loathe?" Huang Yuexiang dismissed. "And that face—what's amiss?"

"Faceless for realism? Creepy. Not right mimicking another, so I shaped it after brother," Wang Zhitin justified.

"Fine, but its purpose? Display in lounge or garden against spirits?" Huang Yuexiang wondered.

"Wang manor's already feng shui haven—no warding needed," Wang Zhitin giggled. "True role: bedroom sentinel, your constant companion."

"Bedroom beast in armor greeting my gaze? Aiming to frighten me fatally?" Huang Yuexiang snapped in annoyance.

"Great General style irks? Simple remedy," Wang Zhitin smirked and commanded, " shed your armor!"

Astonishingly, the automaton proved sentient. At Wang Zhitin's vocal cue, it stirred to life. Moves deliberate if sluggish, it doffed iron pieces sequentially: helm first, then pauldrons, cuirass...

"What madness is this?" Huang Yuexiang gaped as the "Valiant Great General" methodically stripped its plating and blurted.

Wang Zhitin tittered. "Patience—you'll grasp it shortly."

Soon, the upper armor lay discarded, baring the automaton's nude torso. Huang Yuexiang caught on and urged, "Enough, halt it."

"But commands compel full execution," Wang Zhitin clarified.