Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290: 156. Racing Against Time, A Chance Encounter with an Old Friend (8.2K words - Big Chapter, Requesting Subscription)_5

On regular days, this mighty figure from the Purple Mansion never bothered with those servant ghosts, nor did they issue commands to them.

But now... the first command had emerged.

"If you discover that any Elder exhibits unusual behavior, or their power surges rapidly, plant a Soul Pursuit Insect on them.

Also... follow my instructions, and seize the opportunity to kill after the Hidden Dragon Association.

Among these people, there might be someone... considered a seasoned monster.

You’re no match for them.

However, as long as you find him, prevent his passage through the Ancient Teleportation Array to the Northern Land, that will suffice.

Heading to the Northern Land is his only escape route.

How could I possibly let him accomplish that?"

The Elders among the scout ghosts of each sect nodded repeatedly.

After a while, that being in the Purple Mansion, through a subjugated voice, began asking questions like, "If you combine all your strength, can you destroy that Ancient Teleportation Array?"

But the answers were all "Probably not."

Because currently, that Ancient Teleportation Array, being a strategic array of the Ancient Country, is guarded in turns by the Purple Mansion cultivators of the Ancient Country.

It’s akin to a General guarding a pass.

That "teleportation array" is their "pass."

As long as the Purple Mansion cultivators are present, how could the pass be broken?

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...

Song Yan tossed and turned on the stone bed.

His gaze fixated on the empty darkness, he pondered from time to time.

He knew that his current enemy was a "terrifying monster born from the Sea of Suffering," the one most familiar with human hearts and best at stirring up human desires.

Now, through the four Evil Pearls on his Divine Soul, he could feel the opponent approaching with all their might.

Luckily, to cross the Desolate Wilderness and reach here in the Southern Land would still require time.

The adversary’s attention was completely locked on him.

And the opponent’s methods?

"Purple Mansion’s thralls..."

"Servant ghosts..."

Having assimilated five-ninths of the Changwang Tiger Race’s Demon Monk, naturally, he also possessed the power of a "servant ghost."

"If he instructed the servant ghosts to seize bodies, over this century, probably quite a few among the servant ghosts have already stepped into the Crimson Palace Realm, perhaps even within the Mo Sword Sect."

"Who knows how they will take action?"

Contemplating for a while, Song Yan devised a plan.

"Since the Hidden Dragon Association is for selecting talents from the Ancient Races, then... I’ll first find out which Ancient Races are present."

"If the Formless Ancient Race is among them, perhaps... I can attempt a new path."

"Although I cannot mimic high-level magic, the Refining Profound Level is still within my grasp, and with the Formless Mask, it’ll be enough to prove my identity."

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’But the Demon Monk’s response is really quick, it seems... everyone who wins at the Hidden Dragon Association this year will be targeted and then face endless pursuit and killing.

Perhaps the Demon Monk is even more ruthless; if he can destroy the Ancient Teleportation Array, he certainly will.

Not good, I need to think of another way.’

After a long time...

Song Yan contemplated to himself: ’Continuous body snatching might damage the origin of the Divine Soul, but if I can bypass the Hidden Dragon Association by changing my identity and enter the Ancient Teleportation Array ahead of time, it’s not impossible.’

As he was thinking, his expression suddenly changed, because he saw clouds rise, and everyone from the Mo Sword Sect, from the ancestor and sect leader to the Elders, leaped into Sword Control, seemingly to welcome someone.

Above the clouds, celestial music echoed, female cultivators dressed as Celestial Maidens led the procession, followed by three Flying Palanquins...

The ancestor of the Mo Sword Sect respectfully said, "Welcome, Upper Envoy of the Ancient Race."

Song Yan gathered back his Divine Sense, merely blending in with the disciples, gazing upwards.

Suddenly, a strange connection emerged within his Divine Sense. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

That connection formed between him and the last Flying Palanquin.

The connection expanded rapidly from being vague to solid and firm.

Song Yan recognized it.

It was the Blood Slave Ancient Talisman!

He never expected the ’Blood Slave Ancient Talisman’ to still be effective!

And at that moment, the curtain of the last Flying Palanquin was lifted, revealing a beautiful woman who peeked out, eyes flashing with subtle terror, and gazed below, seemingly searching for someone in the crowd.

She... a hundred years ago, was just Xing’Er of the Ghost Slaughter Sect.

Now, by merit of her son, she had ascended to great heights.