Chapter 3749: Actor Mu
Chapter 3749: Actor Mu
This time Lin Mu played a tyrannical heir.
He walked into the hall with one hand behind his back.
"You insects should count yourselves fortunate to witness this genius."
Silence.
Then Jing Wei slowly asked.
"Did someone replace Lin Mu with a mentally sick man?"
Everyone exploded laughing again.
Lin Mu ended the session.
Elyon finally took pity on him.
He brought out a mask artifact.
"This creates a basic illusion." the wolfkin explained.
Lin Mu inspected it.
The illusion was weak and any immortal could see through it.
But it helped.
The face changed more and the act became easier.
Time passed.
Lin Mu kept practicing.
Again and again.
He meditated over personalities the same way he meditated over Daos.
Xukong eventually joked.
"At this pace you will comprehend the Dao of Acting."
Lin Mu did not deny it.
Slowly results appeared. Among the countless personas, several began fitting naturally.
The first was the righteous sword cultivator. This one suited him best as the role was simple, reserved and calm. He only spoke when needed, intervening against injustice and drawing the sword without hesitation.
One day Lin Mu entered the hall wearing white robes.
His expression calm.
Meng Bai and Daoist Chu sat nearby pretending to argue.
Meng Bai loudly said.
"This treasure belongs to me!"
Daoist Chu snorted.
"You merely found it first!"
Lin Mu slowly approached.
His hand rested upon an imaginary sword.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Enough."
The room quieted.
"The strong should not oppress the weak."
He looked toward Daoist Chu.
"If injustice exists before my eyes and I remain silent, then what use is my sword?"
Silence followed.
Even Catt stopped laughing.
Meng Bai blinked.
"...Master actually looks cool."
Daoist Chu nodded slowly.
"That one works."
Lin Mu silently noted it.
Success.
The second persona was harder.
The scholar.
This character came from an old imperial story.
A poor scholar journeying toward the imperial examination while surviving through wit and eloquence.
This personality differed greatly from Lin Mu.
Social.
Smooth.
Talkative.
Quick thinking.
It matched Daoist Chu rather well, and Lin Mu took him as a reference though the first attempts failed miserably.
Lin Mu simply sounded like himself reading poetry.
Eventually he improved.
One afternoon he appeared wearing scholar robes.
The illusion changed his face into an elegant young man.
He bowed toward Lady Kang.
"Miss, this humble scholar greets you."
Lady Kang looked up.
Lin Mu smiled gently.
"The moon tonight pales beside your beauty."
Min Ju froze.
Lady Kang blinked.
Lin Mu continued.
"Your grace rivals spring itself."
Catt burst laughing immediately.
Lady Kang calmly put down her documents.
"Continue."
Lin Mu actually paused.
"...I forgot the next line."
Everyone collapsed.
Yet despite that, the scholar persona improved rapidly.
Lin Mu discovered it fit him more than expected.
He already possessed knowledge.
Calmness.
Patience.
He simply needed more social flexibility.
The third successful persona surprised everyone.
The old hermit immortal.
This one fit perfectly.
Too perfectly.
Lin Mu only needed to sit quietly.
He wore old robes.
Changed his face into an elderly immortal.
Then calmly drank tea.
Meng Bai approached.
"Senior?"
Lin Mu slowly opened one eye.
"The world is noisy."
He took another sip.
"Cultivate more."
Then closed his eyes again.
Everyone stared.
Catt pointed immediately.
"Too real."
Daoist Chu nodded.
"That is literally Lin Mu in fifty thousand years."
The problem was obvious though.
This identity could never work.
Lin Mu needed to infiltrate as a disciple.
Not an old monster.
There was another persona too.
The fourth.
Lin Mu hated it.
Yet ironically... It was the best.
A devil cultivator who was handsome, suave and dangerously elegant. For this he only needed to copy Lin Mo and the first time he tried it, the room became quiet. The devilish persona was the one Lin Mu disliked the most and yet it was also the one he performed with the least effort.
The moment he slipped into it, his entire bearing changed.
His posture became relaxed, his movements smoother, and the calmness he normally carried turned strangely oppressive. It was not the aura of a tyrant who ruled through force, but that of someone who already knew he would win and simply found everything amusing.
One time Daoist Chu played the role of a righteous elder confronting him. Lin Mu merely smiled faintly and leaned back in his chair.
"You call me evil because I kill. Yet if a sect elder exterminates ten thousand for stability he is called righteous." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Tell me, old man. Is it the blood that matters, or merely who writes the history after?"
The room had gone strangely quiet at that line.
Another time Meng Bai played a stubborn young hero who swore revenge against him. Lin Mu looked at him for several breaths before giving a soft laugh.
"Revenge?" He rested his chin on his hand. "Child, if hatred alone was enough to kill me, the heavens would have buried me ages ago." His smile deepened slightly. "Keep your hatred. Nurture it. One day when you stand at the peak and still fail, come back and tell me whether destiny or effort betrayed you."
Even Lin Mo had stopped laughing after that one and merely muttered that Lin Mu had far too much talent for evil just like him.
Lin Mu immediately reverted after the act.
Everyone still looked strange.
Meng Bai slowly spoke.
"...Master?"
"Yes?"
"That was scary."
Catt nodded instantly.
"Way too natural."
Daoist Chu looked thoughtful.
"Disturbingly good."
Lin Mu rubbed his forehead.
"It is useless anyway."
Everyone agreed.
Walking into the Heavenly Stream Guardian Sect, a righteous hardline orthodox faction, acting like that would result in immediate pursuit.
Still...
The experience taught him something.
Personality changed everything.
Even posture.
Breathing.
Speech.
Eyes.
One month later Lin Mu stood before the mirror again.
Different face.
Different expression.
Different voice.
He smiled slightly.
"Junior greets seniors."
The voice sounded unfamiliar.
The expression matched.
The posture felt natural.
For the first time...
Lin Mu no longer looked like Lin Mu.
He quietly dismissed the illusion.
The infiltration still lay far away.
But at least now...
He had taken the first step toward becoming someone else.