Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211: 141. Can’t hide it like this? Idiot! (8.3K words - large Chapter, please subscribe)

The light snow quietly fluttered down in this distant land, far from the Jin Kingdom, as Song Yan looked at the shattered "Changchun Hall" sign, torn in two, with a smile that was both amused and helpless.

Should you be angry?

Not really.

He had conjured up storms, walked the path between life and death, been the Sect Leader in an Immortal Sect; seen mortal dynasty princes kneel and wipe their shoes with their faces, witnessed an entire sect revere him as if he were their ancestor; could decide life and death with a mere glance, could topple a strong-looking Chu Imperial City like a toy block...

Where does anger come from?

Simply can’t feel angry at all.

Toys are easier to destroy than to build, but a mortal imperial city is indeed a wondrous place.

At this moment, the troubles that plague mortals seemed to provide him with a sense of novelty.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and delight; riches and poverty; the hustle and bustle of the streets; the joy and sorrow of partings and reunions—all imbued with magic.

’No wonder many old immortals enjoy disguising themselves as mortals, immersing in the dust of the world; it truly is amusing, this kind of thing... it’s truly relaxing.’

Song Yan looked at the sign broken by people from the Jianghu and not only was he not angry, he even felt a sense of relief and amusement.

If every day you were fighting with a bunch of cunning creatures with hearts full of schemes, and then one day, you suddenly saw a kindergarten child hitting you for a childish reason, you would only feel relaxed...

At that moment, Song Yan mused to himself, "Old masters and nobles long to become immortals, yet immortals wish to become old masters and nobles again. As they say, once in the martial world, you can’t help yourself, but being an immortal, you are even more helpless..." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

He bent down slightly, picked up the broken sign pieces, dusted off the snow on them, wiped them clean, then grumbled a few curses, "This ailment, clearly caused by a demon beast, how am I supposed to cure it, how am I supposed to cure it!"

Then, he picked up the sign once more, humming, "Oh... my sign, my sign."

After his grumbling, he seemed to think of something that made him shiver and murmured, "Will they seek revenge again? These Jianghu people, swords in and out, completely unreasonable, I... I’d better avoid them for now."

...

...

A moment later.

Celestial Fragrance Tower.

"Can it be a bit cheaper."

"Three taels."

"How about two taels and eight coins? It’s already so late..."

"Three taels."

"Hey, it’s already past the third watch, and I didn’t just come when it got dark, Auntie, can’t you lower the price a little?"

The madam rolled her eyes, glanced at him, and said, "Aren’t you here to hide? Doctor Li’s place is not far from us, that ruckus... click, click, click, do you really think I’m deaf, Auntie? Not charging you more is already a neighborly courtesy."

"Hey, I am a doctor."

Speaking of which, he’s quite curious about Tang Fan.

He knows he possesses talents and wisdom that others can’t match, but Tang Fan?

Is he really a favored child of heaven with innate talent? Or does he have some kind of treasure?

As he was pondering, the woman in his arms softly murmured as she awoke, playfully hitting him, then said, "You devil, didn’t expect you to be so fierce, nearly broke my bones. Yawn, time’s up, I have to leave."

With that, Shuang Yun turned over, put on her embroidered shoes, changed clothes, and walked out.

Song Yan also got up energetically.

...

A moment later, when Song Yan returned to Changchun Hall, he saw the honest clerk sitting and staring blankly at the sign, muttering, "This... this..."

Song Yan stamped his foot and said, "Xiao Pan, what are you standing there for? Go get a sign craftsman, we need a new sign!!"

The honest clerk named Pan Yu quickly nodded and then ran off.

After a busy day and spending a considerable amount of money, the new sign for "Changchun Hall" was finally hung up.

But business turned even more dismal.

After Pan Yu learned the truth, he didn’t suspect "those Jianghu folks were poisoned by demon beasts," but rather doubted "the family doctor is indeed incompetent, unable to rescue promptly," though he didn’t say anything, his gaze was always one of suspicion, as if wanting to hang the words "Doctor Li, can you do it or not?" right on his face.