The porcelain shard in Zheng Baofan’s hand plunged into his cheek, and he gripped it tightly, persistently slicing, blood pouring like a river.

Zhou Xuan observed his hand trembling in pain and kindly said, "Brother, if it hurts, take a break, I have time to wait."

"Can’t rest, can’t rest, if I pause for too long, I won’t have the courage to cut my face again."

Yet Zheng Baofan stubbornly continued to slash his own face, and in a short time, the floor tiles of Jingyi Shop were speckled with bloodstains,

and through his efforts, his face was completely cut off.

Zhou Xuan moved his fingers, and a clean towel flew over from the washstand in the shop’s west corner.

He grabbed the towel and handed it to Zheng Baofan, saying, "Brother, wipe your face."

"Thank you, thank you." Zheng Baofan, his face smeared with blood, took the towel, and the first thing he did was wipe clean the face skin he held.

This was a face glowing with fiery colors; after being cut off from Zheng Baofan’s face, it had no features.

Yun Ziliang explained to Zhou Xuan, "In our Taoist belief, nothing becomes something, a blank page holds infinite possibilities for inscription,

this face, devoid of features, means its features can belong to anyone; it’s a fascinating thing."

Zhou Xuan nodded in agreement.

Zheng Baofan gestured to Zhou Xuan: "Sir, put it on, once you wear this face, you can become anyone in this world without any flaw,

however, if you put it on, it will be difficult to take it off again, likely ending up like me."

Zhou Xuan was urged but chose not to wear the face skin, instead tossing it into his Secret Realm.

The last time "Heaven and Earth" granted him the stone temple, they hid a scheme inside; he needed to reconfirm if there was a new scheme in this face skin, so naturally, he couldn’t casually wear it.

With such a powerful magic artifact, he had to exercise utmost caution.

"No rush to wear it, brother. Is your face alright? Should I find someone to take you to the hospital?"

Zhou Xuan, now in Mingjiang Prefecture, can conjure wind and rain; in Mingjiang, the best hospital—Hui Feng Medical College—doesn’t serve outsiders, but with just one phone call, he could find the best Bone Elder to heal Zheng Baofan’s face.

"No need for that, no need." Zheng Baofan had handed the face skin over to Zhou Xuan, considering it a completed task.

His expression relaxed, and he wiped away all the blood from his face with the towel.

Once he put down the towel, Zhou Xuan finally noticed—Zheng Baofan appeared to have two faces.

One was "Hundred Human Phenomena," and the other was his own face, although it was not pleasant to look at—the contours and angles were quite beautiful, but it was covered in knife scars, long and short, deep and shallow, resembling various-sized earthworms crouched on his face.

However, these scars seemed old, not caused by the recent face cutting.

"Sir, don’t think about healing me; the face cutting wound is internal, caused by my body’s spiritual energy being pulled apart from that face skin, the blood didn’t flow from the wound but was forcibly drawn out from every pore on my face."

Zheng Baofan said, "This kind of wound can’t be treated, it must heal naturally, perhaps taking ten or eight years, maybe even longer, who knows."

"For my Zhou Xuan’s sake, this Hundred Human Phenomena face skin, has made brother suffer, let’s do this: wait here for me, I’ll fetch some gold bars as compensation."

Zhou Xuan feared that Zheng Baofan, without a face skin, would lose his means of living, and with severe injury, life would be hard to endure, so he offered him some wealth—not necessarily riches, but at least free from want.

"Why talk of compensation? This ’Hundred Human Phenomena’ belongs to Sir, it’s merely returned to its rightful owner; this face skin originally belonged to your Zhou Family’s Nuo God."

Zheng Baofan’s words surprised Zhou Xuan.

This "Hundred Human Phenomena," originally a trait of the Dream Realm Heavenly God, why is it connected to the Nuo God?

Zheng Baofan smiled bitterly, "Sir, you probably see it too; I am a Hall Disciple, and my incense offerings are not low."

"I see, but now your incense offerings have significantly diminished due to the division of your face skin; now, it probably doesn’t exceed three sticks of incense."

"Sir’s vision is sharp." Zheng Baofan nodded and added, "Can you guess which hall I belong to?"

Zhou Xuan didn’t think much and blurted out, "With the ’Hundred Human Phenomena’ on you, you can freely change appearances; coupled with being an actor’s role, there’s no need to say—the hall is ’Actor’."

The "Actor" hall once in Ping Shui Prefecture was fiercely competing with Zhou Family’s Troupe, directly forcing out Yuan Buyu’s Yama’s Call.

At that time, Yuan Buyu wanted to vent anger for Zhou Xuan, and after obtaining the ’Actor’ Ping Shui Prefecture branch’s roster, overnight, he exterminated everyone on it.

"Our hall has profound ties with you." Zheng Baofan said, "I’m the Hall Master of the Actor Hall, we’re just a small hall, but once, we saw an opportunity."

"What opportunity?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"The chance to become a Great Hall." Zheng Baofan replied, "We were guided by a Heavenly God Level to go to Zhou Family’s Troupe and kill someone... as to who to kill... Sir’s mind must be clear."