Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109: 92. Brand-New "Cave Mansion" (4.3K Words - Request Subscription)_3

The former Protector Du transformed into Leader Du, and with the elixir obtained from the cultivator, combined with the residual Profound Qi Pill from the previous leader, his power advanced by leaps and bounds in just a few days.

"Do you think our Flying Saber Gang lost many experts, so we can be easily bullied by small fry like you guys?"

Leader Du asked coldly.

Saying this, he grabbed the official’s saber and examined it. Suddenly, with a point of his finger, a "ding" sounded, and the saber snapped.

The official, terrified, scrambled away in panic.

From afar, Leader Du shouted, "The Taoyuan Meat Shop is under my protection. Next time you want to do anything here, you’d better come to the Flying Saber Gang first! Understand?!"

Moments later...

Lin Xianxing and two other concubines hurriedly exited the mansion, bowed respectfully, and thanked repeatedly.

Leader Du glanced at them, his expression softened significantly, and in a hoarse voice said, "Rest assured, as long as I am alive, no one will dare trouble you as you tend to the meat shop and the inn business."

The two concubines expressed their gratitude repeatedly.

Leader Du then gave a cold snort and said, "But let me make it clear, Brother Li and I are of one mind, and this time he saved my life.

So, I am only protecting his concubines.

If there ever comes a day when you’re not, I’ll be the first to kill you!"

His fierce triangular eyes were filled with violent light, scaring the two concubines so much they fell to the ground, watching Leader Du leave, at a loss for words.

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Song Yan watched this scene and chuckled lightly, having not expected such an outcome.

In the forest, he walked leisurely, spreading his Divine Sense, found two wild boars, knocked them out, and planned to take them back to the Secret Realm to raise them. Once the scale was large, he could resume his skin making work there.

The sun was setting, and dusk was falling.

That figure raised a hand with a wave, and the sky turned murky, with ghostly mist enveloping them, chilling winds blowing. The distorted figures of men and women, young and old, like stretched noodles, shrieked as they flew out from the sleeve, and the ghastly forms launched at the group with the wind.

In an instant, all thirty black-clad masked men stood motionless.

The figure snapped its fingers lightly.

The black-clad masked men uniformly drew their knives and began hacking at each other until they were dead.

The figure waved its sleeve again, and the ghosts returned.

The "Night Candle Soul Worm Blood" gave his ghosts the terrifying regenerative ability of "Night Candle Soul Worms" in the dark.

They dared to confront living souls now.

Where they once dared not possess living bodies, they could inhabit briefly now.

Even if scorched or shattered, as long as it was night, they could quickly... reassemble and recover.