Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303: 159. Good Days Have Come! (8.0K Words - Big Chapter, Please Subscribe)_3

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"Master, do you need those people captured alive?"

Song Yan said, "Absolutely not, kill them as you see fit, and don’t worry about the Formless Ancient Race finding out. In fact... if they end up offending the Formless Ancient Race, all the better."

Immortal Mother Xing said, "Understood."

Song Yan suddenly raised his hand, reaching forward lightly.

Immortal Mother Xing was momentarily stunned, but then she straightened her delicate figure proudly.

However, as that hand was about to touch her chest, it slid to the side, grabbing the silk fabric on both sides to cover up the snow-white curves.

"Aunt Xing, you are a senior; wear more clothes in the future. What kind of propriety is this?"

"Yes..."

"Moreover, the one who comes to capture you might not be just an Early Stage of Purple Mansion, but someone stronger.

For this, we might need to borrow the power of the Formless Ancient Race."

Song Yan gave a thoughtful look, tidied Immortal Mother Xing’s disheveled hair, and said in a deep voice, "You being attacked, this matter is obviously unrelated to me."

"Naturally unrelated to the Master."

"Do not disappoint me."

Immortal Mother Xing stiffened and said, "I will certainly not disappoint Master. If... if by any chance, I fail, I will immediately seek death and not reveal a bit about Master."

Song Yan softly said, "Aunt Xing, be careful."

Immortal Mother Xing nodded.

However, her little head was full of confusion.

How could the Master be so sure that mysterious cultivators would come after her? 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Who are those cultivators anyway?

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Ancient Jin, Southern Land...

The dense buzzing formed a roar like a massive tsunami; it was the sound of countless insects flapping their wings.

The sky was covered with shadows, and sunlight could not penetrate a bit.

The cultivator checkpoint where the Ancient Teleportation Array was located had been blood-washed, corpses of cultivators dropped to the ground, with strange black dots wriggling on them.

Look closely!

Not only the cultivators’ corpses, but even the Profound Treasures were no exception.

And they were shrinking at a visibly fast pace.

They were being gnawed by the insects.

Those black dots were the insects.

These insects covered the sky, banding together, appearing like pitch-black tornadoes across heaven and earth.

And at the center of the tornado stood a masked stranger in a red robe.

The stranger looked coldly at the Purple Mansion Cultivator struggling within the light shield filled with the Power of Thought not far away.

That Purple Mansion Cultivator was the stationed guard here, previously referred to as Mr. Wang by Tang Yi.

Mr. Wang was usually elegant, but now his face was ferocious, and his eyes were full of despair.

"Insect King! You come here personally to attack this array; are you trying to incite war?!!"

The usual frictions hardly count as war.

True war is when both sides continuously send cultivators to the battlefield, and High Tier cultivators fall like rain.

Clearly, no country wishes for such a war to break out.

After a long silence, it decided to find some Loose Cultivators to infiltrate separately and investigate them one by one.

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A few days later...

Morning light penetrated the gray clouds, falling upon the nearby waking mortal towns.

The sky suddenly had a Flying Palanquin gliding over, making everyone instinctively look up and then return to their daily routines.

The Flying Palanquin stopped at the entrance of the Formless Ancient Race’s Ancestral Vein Secret Realm.

"Aunt Xing, this is where I leave you."

"Xiaohan, I’ll be off then. Take care of yourself."

"You too, Aunt Xing."

The young man waved, his expression warmer than the sunlight at that moment.

After the Flying Palanquin departed, he took out his Identity Token.

The secret realm rippled, and the young man’s figure disappeared into it, appearing before an ancient garden.

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A moment later...

"Boy, finally willing to come back?"

The squeaky rocking chair echoed with Tang Xiaokong’s voice.

He always lay comfortably in one position.

And the entire garden of the Formless Ancient Race was built in a way that was habitable and in harmony with nature.

Not luxurious, not ostentatious, but at first glance, you would know: living here would surely be comfortable.