233 - We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?
### Chapter 233: Suprising Gracefulness of Wangxin Early the next morning, Xiao Mo, along with his companions, resumed their journey towards the Black Dragon Sect. It didn't take long before they reached the mountainous region where the Black Dragon Sect was located. As they approached, Xiao Mo could sense a menacing aura emanating from the peaks, indicative of a protective massive formation on the brink of activation. Evidently, the situation for the Black Dragon Sect was somewhat precarious. "Let's proceed," Xiao Mo said, withdrawing his gaze and striding forward with purpose. "Sir, kindly wait a moment," called Zili from behind him. "What is it?" Xiao Mo turned to ask. With a charming smile, Zili explained, "Sir, it is reasonable that you're unaware of the sects' affairs due to your constant cultivation. The truth is, the Black Dragon Sect holds some animosity against our Wandao Sect." "What kind of animosity?" Xiao Mo was genuinely curious. "The previous chief of the Black Dragon Sect had a fierce confrontation with the former head of our Wandao Sect over a woman, leading to severed ties between the two factions. Although I don't know why you're heading to the Black Dragon Sect, boldly walking in will likely get us thrown out." As Zili spoke, she looked towards Wangxin, who blinked in confusion, tilting her head slightly. "Besides their issues with us, the Black Dragon Sect doesn't have a good impression of Western Buddhist monks either," Zili noted, scrutinizing Wangxin. "So it'd be best if Wangxin dressed up a bit differently." "Monastics do not lie or deceive," Wangxin protested, instinctively stepping back. "Don't worry, little Sister Wangxin. It's just a minor makeover. If they don't recognize you, that's their problem," Zili persuasive, trying to convince Wangxin. Listening to Zili's words, Wangxin dropped her head, contemplating the reasoning, yet a trace of hesitance lingered on her face. "What do you think, Sir?" Zili asked Xiao Mo, knowing she needed his approval before proceeding. "Handle it as you see fit," Xiao Mo replied. "Thank you, Sir." Reassured by Xiao Mo's acceptance, Zili began eagerly, "Quickly, Wangxin, change out of those robes. Let Sister dress you up nicely. Such a good foundation shouldn’t go to waste." With that, Zili swiftly set up a formation to shield them from prying eyes and began helping Wangxin out of her monk robes. "Wow, Sister Wangxin, you have such a fine figure. I never would have guessed, just like the books that say clothes hide the true form." "Hold on, you’re almost matching my size." "Sister Wangxin, your skin is so delicate and smooth, and so fair too." "Life is just not fair!" "Zili, please stop touching..." "Just a little touch! The last one, I promise!" "Zili... please..." Though the formation blocked detection, sound managed to escape. Xiao Mo shook his head and cast an additional barrier to muffle the voices. After some time, Zili and Wangxin emerged from the formation. Wangxin had exchanged her monk robes for a pastel pink gown that perfectly accentuated her slender waist and graceful figure. The hem, embroidered with tiny flowers, flowed gently without being ostentatious. Having not worn such clothing in over a decade, Wangxin seemed awkward, her gaze continuously on her dress. Her fair, delicate face blushed a natural shade of pink from embarrassment, though her brows remained neatly defined, her eyes clear and serene. She wore a wig, with Zili having loosely tied her hair at the back, letting a few strands drape casually at her ears, making her appear relaxed and natural. Standing there, Wangxin seemed like a simple yet captivating painting, prompting a second glance from anyone who saw her. One must acknowledge, as a disciple from the Blossom Peak, Zili indeed had quite the flair for makeup and styling. "So, Sir, what do you think of Sister Wangxin's appearance?" Zili smirked, her tone suggesting she sought praise for her handiwork. "Not bad, quite attractive," Xiao Mo acknowledged with a nod. Wangxin’s eyes sparkled at Xiao Mo's compliment, a small sense of joy growing within her, and her previously tense demeanor was replaced with newfound confidence. "Let’s not delay, onward," Xiao Mo advised, taking one last look at Wangxin before moving forward. "Coming!" Clutching her skirt, Wangxin hurried to follow beside Xiao Mo. "Honestly, Sister Wangxin looks so beautiful, he should have given a few more compliments," Zili sighed, feeling it was a shame for Wangxin. But looking ahead at the harmonious silhouette of the duo, there seemed to be an unspoken consonance between them. Before long, Xiao Mo and his companions arrived at the entrance of the Black Dragon Sect. "Who goes there?" The gatekeepers tightened their grips on their swords. "I’m called Xiao Mo," Xiao Mo began respectfully. "An independent cultivator. Eight years ago, two of my brothers visited the Black Dragon Sect seeking the way of cultivation. May I see if they are here?" Xiao Mo’s courteous demeanor left Zili momentarily shocked, recalling his lethal actions and his cold interactions with both her and Wangxin, she couldn’t picture him being so polite to others. Exchanging glances, one of the gatekeepers stepped forward and asked, "What are your brothers’ names? We can assist in looking for them." "My eldest brother is Zheng Shanhan, and my second brother is Lou Tai. They should be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old now," Xiao Mo replied earnestly. "Ah, Brother Zheng and Brother Lou, I see." Upon hearing the names, the gatekeeper smiled. "Please wait here, I’ll bring them to you shortly." "Thank you, senior brother." "No need for thanks, I owe your brothers for a drink," the gatekeeper replied before flying back into the sect. While waiting, Xiao Mo engaged in casual conversation with the remaining guards. Upon realizing Xiao Mo was friendly, they relaxed. From their chatter, Xiao Mo learned that the Black Dragon Sect was indeed under duress, with Beast Sect troops camped twenty miles away, tensions mounting. He also discovered that his brothers, having diligently cultivated since their entry, had advanced to cavern-gate-tier cultivators. They were even candidates to become the chief disciple in an upcoming martial arts tournament, now postponed due to the Beast Sect's threat. "Fifth Brother!" Two voices echoed from the sky as Xiao Mo intended to inquire further about the Beast Sect. (End of Chapter)