Chapter 1084: Mirror, Mirror, Who Is the Fairest?

Sure enough!

The bronze mirror lay conspicuously on the ground.

A Jian family disciple spotted it, ran over to pick it up, and handed it to Jian Linyu.

“Cousin, there’s a mirror here.”

Jiang Fan wiped his face.

He was done for.

With a Five-Aperture Nascent Soul expert right there, how could the secret of this bronze mirror remain hidden?

He couldn’t think of any way to explain himself.

It seemed a hundred mouths wouldn't be enough to clarify the situation.

Fortunately, Jian Linyu merely glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, without a detailed inspection. She said,

“Jian Linyuan must have dropped it.”

“Weishuang, give it back to your brother later.”

Jian Weishuang quickly stepped forward to take it, grumbling, “That scatterbrained fellow.”

“I’ll give him a good talking-to later.”

She then examined the mirror, humming,

“Why would a grown man need such a delicate bronze mirror?”

“He has no female companion, no girl he’s fond of.”

“Confiscated!”

She then tucked the mirror into her bosom.

Jiang Fan’s vision immediately turned black.

While relieved, he could only helplessly wait for Jian Linyuan to come looking for him.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed.

Suddenly, his vision brightened.

It was a rather cozy boudoir.

Pink bed curtains, vibrant bedding, and various lively and charming decorations adorned the room.

It was likely the room of a cheerful woman.

At that moment, two maids unfolded a screen and poured hot water into a large tub.

Jiang Fan paused. “Is someone about to bathe?”

Thankfully, the screen provided a barrier.

Otherwise, if he were discovered, he would truly have no defense.

Just then, a graceful figure sat down in front of him.

Blocking his view.

It turned out he was placed on a dressing table.

A woman with wheat-colored skin, well-defined features, and a hint of heroism sat before the mirror.

She blinked her phoenix-like eyes at the mirror and muttered to herself:

“I don’t look bad, so why doesn’t anyone like me?”

“Do men really only like gentle girls?”

“But I’m not exactly ill-tempered, am I?”

“I only beat up my brother every few days.”

“And I only castrated eight or nine scoundrels who bullied the Jian family’s younger girls.”

“I’m actually quite good, right?”

“Why do those men have such poor taste? They just don’t appreciate me!”

Jiang Fan instinctively squeezed his legs together.

The Jian family absolutely needed to keep this woman well-cared for.

They shouldn't let her loose to harm others.

“Miss, the water is ready.”

The two maids carried the buckets out.

Jian Weishuang then removed her hair ornaments, letting her long black hair cascade down like a waterfall.

She then slipped off her purple gown and unfastened her inner garments.

Revealing a beautiful figure clad only in a purple 'dudou'.

Although her skin was wheat-colored, unlike the usual pale and delicate complexion of most girls, it exuded a sense of health and vitality.

Her pair of toned, straight long legs gave an impression of powerful embrace.

Jiang Fan quickly closed his eyes.

Because he had already received a stern warning from his lower regions.

Given this woman’s temperament, if she knew there was someone inside the mirror,

she would castrate him a hundred times over.

Only then would her anger be appeased.

“Mirror, mirror, who’s the fairest of them all?”

Jian Weishuang preened in front of the mirror.

You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re the most beautiful.

Now hurry and bathe.

“Hehe, Weishuang, you’re truly beautiful.”

She picked up the bronze mirror, and her rosy lips kissed its surface.

Then she turned, shed her 'dudou', and stepped naked into the bathtub.

Jiang Fan’s old face flushed slightly.

He simply turned away and stopped looking.

After an unknown period,

Jian Weishuang finished her bath, changed into a fresh set of clothes, and, with light makeup, murmured:

“I heard from the family head that a handsome and talented young man will be visiting the Jian family soon.”

“I need to look pretty.”

“Of course, it’s not to please him.”

“I’m doing it to uphold the dignity of the Jian family women.”

After a series of elaborate preparations, she unhurriedly left the room.

Only then did Jiang Fan breathe a sigh of relief.

*Creak.*

Not long after Jian Weishuang left, Jian Linyuan tiptoed and sneaked in.

After some searching, he finally spotted the bronze mirror, quickly ran over, picked it up, and said:

“Senior, Senior, are you alright?”

Jiang Fan, with a dark expression, replied, “Not dead yet!”

“But I’m not far from it!”

“Hurry and leave; the women here are trouble.”

Jian Linyuan immediately felt someone had hit the nail on the head and gritted his teeth, saying:

“Senior Jiang is absolutely right.”

“My sister is practically a female demon—brutal, vicious, arrogant, and hateful. I must have committed some sin in my past life to be tormented by a sister like her.”

“Senior Jiang is truly a master; he saw right through my sister with just one glance!”

Jiang Fan rubbed his nose.

Not quite.

He merely saw her naked.

Soon after, Jian Linyuan led Jiang Fan to the Jian family’s martial arts arena.

It was immensely vast, thousands of feet across, covered with axe marks, knife carvings, and countless imprints of fists and palms.

In some areas, dark, dried substances still clung to the surface.

It appeared to be an arena that had witnessed countless sparring matches over many years.

Jian Linyuan said to the bronze mirror, “Senior Jiang, this martial arts ground is the secret to our Jian family’s rise.”

He placed the bronze mirror on the martial arts ground.

Inside the mirror, Jiang Fan’s eyes immediately saw two afterimages of fierce clashes.

These were powerful experts who had once battled on the arena.

Their aura was formidable, and their eyes showed a frenzied intensity; they were clearly Nine-Aperture Nascent Soul cultivators!

The divine abilities and secret techniques they displayed were incredibly powerful.

Some of them were no less impressive than Jiang Wuya’s Nine-Colored Light Sword!

Even as mere illusions, they sent shivers down Jiang Fan’s spine.

Immediately, the scene shifted again, revealing two powerful cultivators with divine halos behind their heads in a duel!

Their attacks were even more world-shattering.

Jiang Fan could barely capture their forms, let alone discern their divine techniques and treasures.

He could only feel the waves of world-destroying shockwaves.

Immersed in it, he felt like a small boat in a tsunami, liable to capsize at any moment.

Until Jian Linyuan’s voice sounded in his ear:

“Senior Jiang, close your eyes and perceive their battle with your soul.”

“Only then can you sense the martial arts traces they left behind.”

“The aura concealment technique you wish to learn is from a Venerable in the third battle.”

“Whether you can comprehend it depends on yourself.”

Jiang Fan immediately closed his eyes.

He discovered that with the power of his soul, he could “see” much more clearly.

The Venerable’s dazzling divine techniques and treasures left faint traces in mid-air when perceived by his soul power.

As his soul power touched these traces, insights into various cultivation methods flowed into his mind.

However, how much of that comprehension he could retain and use for himself depended entirely on his own understanding.

Soon, the third battle unfolded within his soul.

He indeed perceived a Venerable’s aura concealment technique.

When this technique was employed, even opponents who were also Venerables found it difficult to pinpoint the user’s presence for a moment.

He was greatly astonished.

Even Venerables couldn't detect it?

Sensing the appearance of the traces, he immediately enveloped them with his soul power.

Strands of martial arts comprehension surged into his mind.

“The ‘Selfless Dust-Cleansing Art,’ a Heaven-tier cultivation method.”

“Upon cultivating the first layer to perfection, it can shield one from Nascent Soul realm perception.”

“Upon cultivating the second layer to perfection, it can shield one from Soul Transformation realm perception.”

“Upon cultivating the third layer to perfection, it can shield one from Sage perception.”

Jiang Fan’s heart was greatly shaken!

The first two layers he could barely accept.

But the final layer, was that not a joke?