Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267: 152. The solid evil refines the sword to hide the Soul Banner, with wolves in front and tigers behind making it hard to pause (8.5K words - large Chapter asking for subscription)_2

Even if you ask the citizens of that kingdom, asking people from ten cities might yield ten different answers.

Sometimes even if you ask the sovereign, the sovereign might not know to which race he has been sold.

Because some transactions between the Mountain and Sea Demon Race are very secretive.

Withdrawal and occupation are merely transfers of important puppets to facilitate governance, while establishing oaths.

Song Yan’s expression deepened with seriousness.

In the eyes of the demon race, or perhaps the ancient race, human kingdoms are merely items, commodities for trade.

Having only stayed in two small cornered countries, his understanding of what the "Soul Threshold of the Servant King" invoked was quite shallow.

Even though he never believed that "entering the Soul Threshold of the Servant King for treasure was only for the Fox and Wolf Races," the current situation is evidently more complex.

This involves not only the acquisition of treasure but also revenge, war, and even... betrayal.

He was skeptical: if the demon race hadn’t opened the back door, the cultivators of the White Rainbow Ancient Race could have easily infiltrated this place, and it seemed that quite a few have come.

After stripping the information value from this cultivator, he summoned the Myriad Souls Banner.

Observing the cultivator’s fearful look, he gently said, "Don’t be afraid, someday when I explode you, you will be able to reincarnate, isn’t that better than waiting here frozen to death?"

With these words, he waved his hand and sent the cultivator into the Myriad Souls Banner.

With the entry of a third divine soul from a Crimson Palace cultivator, the black smoke surrounding the Myriad Souls Banner grew slightly denser.

...

The sky gradually darkened.

At this place of nightfall, cultivators’ vision is no different from mortals.

As for divine sense, it cannot be extended.

Song Yan and Pei Xuehan sat cross-legged at the entrance of the secret realm.

The snow fell silently, drifting quietly.

Song Yan suddenly spoke, "Tomorrow I’ll explore ahead, you stay here. I had thought of stopping at a certain place, hidden away. But the environment in the Tumor Realm is too harsh, if we stop, we might not be able to move forward."

He gently sighed, "Whether it’s the flood in the First Realm or the frozen soil in this realm, it’s the same. Plus, new secret realms are forming outside the Tumor Realm, newcomers could enter at any time."

"Brother Dao, my Crimson Palace Blood has water-related amplification, maybe I can help pave a path for us to go together," Pei Xuehan smiled, "At most, I will be frozen temporarily losing memory, brother Dao just pulls me along."

"Are you so confident that I won’t lose my memory?"

"Brother Dao, with your vast divine power, in Xuehan’s mind you are akin to a deity."

The brief conversation slowly calmed down, leaving only the sound of distant whispering snow.

Gradually, Pei Xuehan nestled into Song Yan’s arms, their clothes slightly loose, her skirt and pants lightly undone.

Like a divine ice snow statue, her arms entwined, her legs wrapped around, her face burned, cuddling for warmth, cultivating together.

Every now and then accompanied by whispers like "Brother Dao, am I pressing on you," "Maybe I should stay curled up"...

...

Song Yan raised a finger to point.

A myriad of souls flew out from the Myriad Souls Banner behind.

With two booming sounds.

The unknown existence within the frozen soil was blown apart.

A fragmented demon beast head flew up, captured by Song Yan from a distance, inside were dozens of sesame-sized red powders.

What could these powders be if not Evil Monster?

However, at this moment, the Evil Monster had lost its vitality, as if frozen stupid.

Song Yan discarded the demon beast head, holding those Evil Monsters in his palm.

It was his first time seeing Evil Monster this quiet.

Suddenly, a thought sprang into his mind: could he control the Evil Monster?

He had always stored collected Evil Monsters using the Sikong Seal, yet hadn’t thought of how to use them.

Because the Evil Monster was too active, lacking any wisdom, if you dared to release it, it wouldn’t care about your realm, it aimed to kill even at the cost of mutual destruction.

The "quiet Evil Monster" provided him with some inspiration.

Suddenly, he recalled the White Rainbow Ancient Race vassal cultvator frozen at the entrance.

Knowing that at the entrance stood a "double-headed four-armed" Evil Monster, with its insatiable thirst for life, if any possibility existed, it would have dragged the cultivator out of the ice to fuse.