Chapter 749: Chapter 398: Makeup Kit_2 "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Gu Sheng and Ji Ziyue looked up. They saw several streaks of rainbow light flash across the sky, moving extremely fast, like meteors cutting through the heavens. "Riding the Divine Rainbow?" Gu Sheng froze in astonishment. He hadn’t expected that before even entering the Supreme Mysterious Sect, he would witness people with such high cultivation levels. Ji Ziyue was also stunned. She could clearly sense the immense power contained within those rainbow lights—clearly, these were exceptional figures. The rainbow lights halted in front of the sect members, dissipating to reveal the silhouettes of several cultivators. They were dressed in opulent Daoist robes, with handsome faces and an extraordinary presence. Just from their powerful aura alone, it was evident that they held significant positions within the Supreme Mysterious Sect. "What! It’s her?" Gu Sheng froze abruptly. At that moment, his gaze fell upon a female cultivator with elegant flowing robes and a tranquil demeanor. It was Li Xiaoman! Gu Sheng was dumbfounded, muttering under his breath, "Why is she here?" Beside him, Ji Ziyue overheard his muttering and leaned closer, asking, "What? Do you have a grudge against her?" "No... no," Gu Sheng immediately denied it. But his expression seemed slightly unnatural as he spoke. Ji Ziyue’s sharp gaze caught some hints from Gu Sheng’s demeanor. She softly speculated, "Is she your ex-girlfriend?" "Huh?" Gu Sheng froze, stunned that Ji Ziyue had hit the nail on the head. However, he swiftly regained his composure, striving to appear calm as he denied again, "That’s not the case, don’t make wild guesses." Gu Sheng’s tone carried a faint ripple of unease, which made Ji Ziyue more convinced of her speculation. Gu Sheng, realizing his earlier slip, grew slightly irritated and said to Ji Ziyue, "Leave it alone, let’s focus on preparing for the upcoming trial." Seeing Gu Sheng’s reaction, Ji Ziyue understood a bit more. She knew this topic might touch a sensitive nerve for Gu Sheng, so she refrained from probing further and changed the subject. "Alright, let’s figure out what this trial entails first." With that, their focus shifted back to the female cultivator Li Xiaoman, who, together with the other cultivators, was preparing to announce the rules and content of the trial. Li Xiaoman’s gaze swept across the crowd, seemingly unaware of Gu Sheng’s presence. Gu Sheng let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t want matters from the past to affect his chance of joining the Supreme Mysterious Sect. Ji Ziyue silently observed from the side. Suddenly, it seemed as though she spotted someone familiar. She tugged at Gu Sheng’s sleeve, speaking quietly, "Hey, I see someone who visited our Ji family before. What do we do?" "Can he recognize you?" Gu Sheng frowned slightly and asked. "He can. I remember dining together with him back then. Argh, why did I have to run into him here? Damn it..." Ji Ziyue sounded deeply frustrated. If Ji Ziyue were recognized and word got back to the elders of the Supreme Mysterious Sect, she would surely be sent back to the Ji family. At that point, Gu Sheng knew he also wouldn’t escape the grasp of the Ji family. Thinking about this, Gu Sheng suddenly noticed a nearby female cultivator heavily adorned with makeup. Ordinarily, Gu Sheng found such styles distasteful. But now he thought that if Ji Ziyue were to adopt a similarly extravagant look, wouldn’t it reduce the chances of being discovered? Gu Sheng’s gaze lingered on the heavily made-up female cultivator for a moment, and an idea quickly formed in his mind. Stepping forward, Gu Sheng complimented her, "Fellow Daoist, your makeup is truly reminiscent of Lady Phoenix reborn—unmatched across the ages." "Lady Phoenix?" Upon hearing the name, the female cultivator froze in confusion. Realizing that his comment might have been too avant-garde, Gu Sheng quickly explained, "Lady Phoenix is a woman of unparalleled charm. Compared to you, however, she pales in comparison." The female cultivator hadn’t expected such praise, especially from a handsome young man. Her heart soared, and she discreetly cast Gu Sheng a flirtatious glance. "You flatter me. This makeup is something I’ve carefully refined myself," The female cultivator said modestly. Seeing her pleased mood, Gu Sheng seized the opportunity and asked, "Your makeup skills are truly admirable. Would it be possible to borrow your beauty kit?" "Hmm, such a small matter." The female cultivator paused briefly, then chuckled and nodded before generously handing over her makeup kit to Gu Sheng. "If Fellow Daoist has a need for it, by all means, take it." "Many thanks, many thanks," Gu Sheng responded with repeated gratitude, then turned back to Ji Ziyue holding the beauty kit in hand. Ji Ziyue glanced at the kit in Gu Sheng’s hands and instantly understood his intentions. But as a young lady from the Ji family, she couldn’t help but feel resistant—after all, her elegant, lotus-like beauty was her pride, and using such mediocre makeup was akin to demeaning herself. "Take it," Gu Sheng handed over the makeup supplies. "You don’t mean for me to...?" Ji Ziyue was stunned. "Exactly," Gu Sheng nodded earnestly, "It’s all for ensuring we can enter the Supreme Mysterious Sect without being recognized." "I... I could throttle you right now!" Ji Ziyue muttered begrudgingly. Despite her reluctance, she understood her circumstances—if she didn’t disguise herself, she’d undoubtedly be found out. After some quick deliberation, Ji Ziyue reluctantly accepted the idea. Thus, under Gu Sheng’s direction, she began to apply the makeup. Before long, Ji Ziyue’s original ethereal beauty transformed into a heavily made-up appearance. Eyeshadow, blush, lipstick—none of it was missing. Watching Ji Ziyue’s new look, Gu Sheng could barely suppress his laughter. Had Ji Ziyue been buck-toothed, she’d truly resemble Lady Phoenix! "Phew..." Afraid of angering Ji Ziyue, Gu Sheng took a deep breath to stifle his amusement. Ji Ziyue noticed Gu Sheng’s suppressed laughter and felt immensely irritated. Yet she knew her makeover was rather over-the-top, attracting attention from the surrounding cultivators as a result. "This should do, right? No one should recognize me now," Ji Ziyue said, pouting. Gu Sheng held back his laughter and nodded, "Indeed, it would be hard to identify you like this, but... your look has its own unique charm." "Ugh, this is all your rotten idea," Ji Ziyue glared at Gu Sheng. The two of them, one holding back laughter and the other enduring frustration, prepared to enter the Supreme Mysterious Sect. The sect’s ninety-nine main peaks towered like pillars bridging heaven and earth, vast and majestic. Each peak emanated an ancient and dignified aura. Ninety-nine—symbolizing the cycle of returning to truth. Ultimately, every cultivator strives to become what’s called "true." The Supreme Mysterious Sect is no exception, forever pursuing this ultimate "truth." Standing at the entrance of the sect, Gu Sheng and Ji Ziyue couldn’t help but feel a sense of solemn awe. As the two were immersed in admiration for the sect, the skies suddenly shifted. Dozens of Divine Rainbows tore across the heavens and converged from all directions toward the sect’s gates. These rainbows shimmered brightly, with each containing immense energy waves. Evidently, these were all masters within the Supreme Mysterious Sect. Gu Sheng and Ji Ziyue exchanged a glance, secretly marveling at the strength of these cultivators. They hadn’t expected the sect to house so many powerful figures—and it seemed they were all here to greet the new disciples. The Divine Rainbows landed at the entrance, revealing dozens of cultivators. They had youthful features despite their white hair, some men and some women. Without exception, these cultivators exuded an imposing aura. Their gazes swept over the incoming disciples, as though searching for something. Gu Sheng and Ji Ziyue felt an invisible pressure—these cultivators were the inheritors of the Supreme Mysterious Sect’s legacy, each possessing earth-shattering abilities. Their arrival signaled the beginning of the trial. Suddenly, an elder stepped forward. With a flick of the horsetail whisk in his hand, he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the first hurdle to entering the Supreme Mysterious Sect is the trial of the Entry Stone. This stone was refined by the ancestor of the nineteenth generation—whether you pass or not depends on your destiny..."