Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265: 151. Giant Soul Devouring, does Chang Mi have awareness? (8.3K words - big Chapter asking for subscription)_5

Song Yan raised his hand, tapping lightly.

Boom!

The dual-headed cultivator had already been blown apart, limbs separated.

Boom!

The dual-headed cultivator had been completely blown to pieces.

Even the blood within was turned into a mist of red, with only specks of evil monsters still struggling in their final throes.

In this Secret Realm, the Purple Mansion level evil monsters fishing on the other side were no match for Song Yan at all!

Pei Xuehan was stunned.

Song Yan skillfully rubbed the Sikong Seal, absorbing the multitude of evil monsters within, and then placed it into the Storage Space to keep them silent, always in a state of "about to possess but not possessing."

After finishing these tasks, he retracted the fishing rod, collected the Flying Sword wrapped around it, and threw it back to Pei Xuehan, then held it in his hand for a look. Afterward, he quickly refined it and claimed it for himself.

Looking again at the two Flying Swords held by the Purple Mansion corpse, they were good items too, so Song Yan continued to store them in his Storage Bag.

After completing these tasks, he contemplated briefly and skimmed over the floating corpses above the flood, used the Sikong Seal to absorb all the evil monsters in this Secret Realm, and also swung the fishing rod to collect the corpses of the Crimson Palace cultivators who died tragically here.

A total of five bodies!

Song Yan scanned the surroundings, noticing that due to the opening of the next Secret Realm, the flood had receded considerably, revealing some treetops which could support his landing.

He was about to release two more Shadowless Phantom Crows when he suddenly realized he had lost the ability to monitor the previous Secret Realm.

He could sense that the two Shadowless Phantom Crows were still present, evidently... the Secret Realm in the Sea of Suffering blocked the small trick of Soul Splitting Investigation.

Song Yan hesitated slightly, yet still placed one Shadowless Phantom Crow there, and then looked towards the distant next Secret Realm entrance, sighing inwardly: ’If I had recklessly gone in and gotten caught by that Purple Mansion monster, not dying would have been a blessing but I’d definitely be skinned...’

At the same time, he pondered cautiously: ’But where did these human Purple Mansion cultivators from the Soul Threshold of the king come from?

Did they sneak in over the years?

Where did they come from? And why did they die so easily here?

Does Yingti Shangren know about this?

If so, what is it plotting?’

"Hiding true motives" is something Song Yan has become accustomed to seeing.

But such methods are often the most effective.

Because, as long as the card bottom remains uncovered... then it remains in play.

Song Yan couldn’t help but feel troubled.

And this trouble, transformed into flames, made him feel anxious.

But his hand was quickly grasped.

The silver-robed female cultivator soared on a sword from afar, gently grabbing his hand.

Lifting her charming face slightly, she healed his unease with a smile and radiant warmth.

Song Yan no longer refused, embracing the female cultivator into his arms tightly.

Pei Xuehan also extended her hands, spinning delicately around his bear-like waist, forming a small circle with her fingertips, then intertwining her hands, hugging tightly, her cheek pressed close, a smile at her lips.

Everyone needs rest, needs a harbor.

Even the most heinous, conscience-less person must have tender memories, must have someone they yearn to protect.

And someone like Song Yan, who has walked with barely any respite, can only momentarily sip a drop of their own "nectar" in the midst of a crisis from all sides.

"Senior... do you practice Dual Cultivation?" Pei Xuehan suddenly asked.

After asking, she continued, "Or... do you only know how to gather energy?"

Song Yan replied, "Both."

He leaned back slightly, wiping his face, revealing his original countenance now free of sword wounds.

Then he bent down, peeling off the layers of robes on this familiar yet strange female cultivator like tender onion, slowly...

The night deepened.

Five Crimson Palace corpses were placed at the Secret Realm entrance, but the hand holding the fishing rod belonged to Song Yan.

Entering the new Secret Realm, Song Yan immediately understood the function of this fishing rod and the motives of the evil monster.

The other side wasn’t fishing, but using the connection of this fishing rod treasure to transfer a thread of warmth across.

This fishing rod treasure can "seize treasures," can "kill," but its greatest function is to link the atmospheres of both Secret Realms so that the boundary becomes somewhat blurred.

A new Secret Realm had entirely changed the world.

Frozen skies.

Snowy ground.

Snow was still falling from the sky.

The snow state among the Three States of the Tumor Realm.

But where the fishing rod was, the boundary was blurred, so it wasn’t snow-covered.

Pei Xuehan hugged her chest, gently stomping her feet, looking at the snowflakes near yet not falling onto her.

Song Yan released his Divine Sense.

Unexpectedly, his Divine Sense couldn’t penetrate the icy land.

Suddenly, his pupils constricted because he saw someone frozen underground not far away. Though frozen, the person’s eyes were wide open, bizarrely staring at him.

In the next moment...

Myriad Souls Banner emerged.

Soul Burst.

There were two booms.

The person staring at Song Yan had been blown to bits, and their Divine Soul was forcibly drawn over by Song Yan, transforming into a soul ghost.

The snow in the Tumor Realm only freezes the cause and effect, doesn’t change it, so... this Divine Soul remembers events from its life.