Under One Person: God Profiler

Xia Linyuan deliberately asked, "Are you sure you want to see it?"

“Look!” Xia Liuqing said with great certainty.

Xia Linyuan nodded slowly, took out a pair of fluorescent gloves that looked similar at first glance from his pocket, and placed them in front of Xia Liuqing.

The three gloves were laid out on the ground, looking almost like they were from a street stall. Upon closer inspection, Xia Linyuan's fluorescent gloves, with their shimmering dots, were indeed much more dazzling than Xia Liuqing's gloves.

Xia Liuqing picked up the Faith Gloves and examined them for a while. After confirming that Xia Linyuan had surpassed his teacher, she continued, "You said you wanted to see which pair of gloves. Now I want to see all your Divine Gloves."

Xia Linyuan hesitated for a moment, then tossed out a pair of jet-black gloves.

Xia Liuqing's lips twitched: "Is that all? Our Xia family has a unique method of observation. Over the years, only two people in the world have been able to deceive me. If you are lying, I can tell."

Without saying a word, Xia Linyuan took out another pair of golden divine gloves and placed them in front of him.

The six gloves laid out together, compared to Xia Liuqing's single glove, inexplicably gave off the impression of a billionaire bullying a poor person.

Compared to the forging of magical artifacts by a weapon refiner, the Divine Gloves require more time and effort to master.

Xia Liuqing hunched over, snorted coldly, plopped down on the ground, and slowly said, "It's a mess. It's already incredibly difficult to make one pair of gloves, and you still have to painstakingly make three pairs... It's truly a waste of your talent."

"If you were to weave just one pair of gloves, the accumulated faith power within them would be enough to deceive heaven and earth and allow you to reach the third tier. At that point, in the entire world of supernatural beings, I'm afraid that apart from the Old Celestial Master, very few could rival you!"

"Below one person, above ten thousand people!"

"Your actions are tantamount to trapping yourself! You've cut off your own path to invincibility."

Xia Liuqing rattled off a long string of words, but Xia Linyuan caught a single word, tilting his head slightly. His eyes flashed with confusion and doubt, and he couldn't help but ask, "Liar?"

Xia Liuqing let out a long breath, her voice slightly hoarse as she said:

"The essence of the God Mask's methods lies in 'acting'."

To put it bluntly, it's 'pretending'.

Stealing that elusive faith from the heart of nature.

To deceive others, you must first deceive yourself.

The first stage of acting as a god is to act until you believe it yourself, which is deceiving yourself.

The second stage is deceiving others. It involves making others believe through theatrical language, makeup, movements, and expressions, using striking characteristics to guide the intended audience.

The third stage, the most difficult, is to deceive Heaven and Earth. It involves performing until the illusion is so perfect that even Heaven believes it.

Xia Liuqing spoke fluently, completely oblivious to the surprise in Xia Linyuan's eyes...

'Is this person really my grandfather's brother?'

Chapter 195: Weak in the middle and lacking in the later stages.

'These two guys must have fought before, judging by the way they cultivate the divine mask.'

Xia Linyuan pondered to himself, because his father's attitude toward so-called gods was not much different from that of this second master.

They believed that the gods could be deceived.

Although his father, Xia Changhe, never expressed it openly, Xia Linyuan observed that his father's attitude towards the gods was always somewhat questionable. He didn't know if it was because he was well-read or something else, but in any case, it wasn't the same as his grandfather's.

In contrast, his grandfather showed great respect for the gods.

They believe that gods are superior to humans, and even if gods are man-made, they are still superior to humans.

It's similar to the idea that art originates from life, yet transcends it.

Seeing that her soon-to-be grandson didn't reply, Xia Liuqing thought to herself that he was being inconsiderate, not even offering a few words of flattery. She waved her hand in front of Xia Linyuan and said, "What are you thinking? Isn't that the truth?"

Xia Linyuan scratched his head and laughed, "It is indeed quite different from what I learned."

"Tell me," Xia Liuqing said, staring into Xia Linyuan's eyes.

Xia Linyuan nodded, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes:

“My grandfather told me that the profession of acrobat is neither lowly nor noble. But it is sacred. They use their lives to perform and transform into the divine, thereby gaining communication with the ‘gods’ and acquiring special power.”

First play a human, then a god.

Humans have a thousand faces, and so do gods.

The "acting" in this context refers to acting from the inside out, encompassing not only physical actions, expressions, and makeup, but also acting from the perspective of the deities, portraying a specific point in their lives.

When the 'heart' and 'spirit' transcend time and space, communicating with the divine, that is the opportunity to 'ascend to godhood' at the third stage. One can then replace the deity at that point in their life, become a deity, and embark on the path to divinity.

Xia Liuqing felt a sudden toothache. "Oh well, this kid's definitely my grandson!" she thought. "He's on the same side as that old bastard Xia Huaisang, but why am I so annoyed?"

"Do you think your second uncle's method is better, or your grandfather's method? You know, when your grandfather and I were learning the art of making noodles together, I was much faster than your grandfather."

Xia Liuqing regretted her words as soon as they were spoken, wishing she could slap herself. Why did she ask that question when she had already said all that? She was just humiliating herself!

But to everyone's surprise, Xia Linyuan pondered for a moment and said, "Each has its own strengths."

"Tell me?"

Xia Liuqing was completely unaware that the two had changed their positions. Originally, she came to teach and test Xia Linyuan, but it turned into Xia Linyuan giving her critiques.

When Xia Linyuan heard Xia Liuqing refer to himself as Second Master, he grinned and said, "My grandfather's method has the advantage of being steady, but the disadvantage is that it is difficult to control. Ordinary people with supernatural abilities do not have enough comprehension, and they probably will never be able to enter the sect in their lifetime."

Xia Liuqing chuckled.

Xia Linyuan looked at Xia Liuqing: "Second Master's method has the advantage of requiring only hard work, being easy to grasp, simple to learn, and allowing for rapid advancement. As for the disadvantages..."

Knives were plunged into Xia Liuqing's heart. By then, it was too late to cover Xia Linyuan's mouth.

Xia Linyuan pondered for a moment, then sighed, "Alas, pretense and deception ultimately lack vividness, are devoid of conviction, weaken in the mid-game, and falter in the late game..."

Upon hearing this, the knife was replaced by a chainsaw. The chop sent shockwaves through Xia Liuqing's old heart. Indeed, he was exhausted; the power of faith in the divine glove in his hand was never quite sufficient.

But will it weaken in the medium term?

Lack of strength later on?

What should we order?

Enraged by her own resentment, Xia Liuqing slapped Xia Linyuan on the back of the head.

Xia Linyuan dodged!

Huh? I missed! Aren't you angry?!

"You little brat, you dare to hide!"

Xia Linyuan glared at him: "You hit me! I'm not going to dodge? Am I stupid?!"

One runs and the other chases.

Before long, the two were fighting by the river. They didn't use any Qi, just a contest of techniques. Xia Liuqing's teaching of Xia Linyuan had finally begun.

However, it's useless...

Can't beat it.

The Yangtze River's waves keep pushing forward, leaving the older waves stranded on the beach.

The villagers of Biyou Village rubbed their sleepy eyes, watched the father and son fighting by the river, and yawned deeply.

Zhuge Qing leaned against the window, lazily gazing at the riverbank: "Oh, how wonderful it is to be reunited with my grandson."

"What a load of crap! It's making noise so early in the morning, I only got an hour of sleep! I didn't get a good night's rest at all."

Zhuge Qing looked in the direction of the sound. It was just a little girl. Oh well, he decided not to bother with her.

Hearing the familiar voice, Fu Rong raised an eyebrow, turned around, and saw Wu Kui'er leaning against the wall grumbling. She quickly walked over and looked at Wu Kui'er's injuries with concern, saying, "Wu Kui'er! You were beaten so badly, are you alright?"

Wu Kui'er wrinkled her nose, and the little girl's face scrunched up: "I fought again and again, and even fought two people in a row!"

Fu Rong found it cute and pinched Wu Kui's little face: "Come on, I'll take you to see Grandpa Bi for treatment."

"No need! They're just minor injuries."

Wu Kui patted his arm, which was as thick as a stick: "I'm very strong."

"Let's go take a look. The bandages are really a terrible sight..." A lazy voice came out, and Wu Kui'er looked up at Zhuge Qing, who had a sly look on his face and didn't seem like a good person.

He reached out and tugged at Fu Rong's sleeve, indicating that he was asking who he was.

He could strike up a conversation, but it was wrong of him to try and teach me how to do things.

When Fu Rong saw Zhuge Qing, she thought of the three hundred yuan she had lost in battle and sighed: "He is the latest person recruited by the sect leader, named Zhuge Qing."

"Hi~" Zhuge Qing leaned out the window and greeted Wu Kui'er. He then pointed at Fu Rong with his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart and said, "You look even better today than you did last night."

Did I look ugly yesterday?

Fu Rong patted her face, frowned slightly, and asked in confusion, "Why?"

Zhuge Qing smiled and said, "Because you called my name today, it's naturally the icing on the cake."

Fu Rong rolled her eyes: "Show-off."

Zhuge Qing then asked, "And what is your name?"

Fu Rong slightly raised her chin: "My surname is Fu, and my given name is Rong."

"Oh dear." Zhuge Qing exaggeratedly covered his eyes, as if there was something dazzling in front of him: "Actually, having some good looks is enough, it doesn't have to be so perfect."

Fu Rong raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching as if to smile, a hint of doubt appearing on her pretty face. Was she praising my looks? Or complimenting my name?