Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338: 166. Refining the Mind in the Mortal World, Both the New and Old Crimson Palace Enter the Body (8.1K words - Major Chapter Seeking Subscription)_3

Quickly, he arrived at a fork in the road. Just as he was considering which way to go, a giant boulder suddenly rolled down from the left side’s narrow path, blocking the way with a boom.

Further ahead, there were more rumblings, clearly encountering falling rocks.

Huo Boxin had no choice but to take the mountain road to the right.

He was unaware that a divine sense was following him from afar, helping him discern the path until he avoided the lurking enemies in the mountains and stepped onto a path leading to a "paradisiacal small mountain village."

After a long time, Song Yan withdrew his divine sense, standing in the snow, filled with emotion.

Huo Boxin met him through kindness, befriended him, and now, because of him, he escaped death, changing his original fate.

Every drink and peck has its consequences; good and evil are repaid, although not always, they do exist.

Song Yan only felt the waves of kindness growing stronger, as the seed of kindness he had received from An Li had now taken root and sprouted.

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Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, another half a year passed.

During this half year, Cold Smoke Town experienced ups and downs.

The once-renowned Master Huang ran away.

At nightfall, every household would tightly shut their doors.

The clashing of arms and the fighting in the Jianghu could be felt even if not at the "meat grinder center."

Sometimes, waking up and opening the door, corpses could be seen lying on the ground not far away.

The better ones remained whole, the worse... either lacked a head, had their heads shriveled, or the corpses were brutally dismembered, all kinds of mangled appearances that could haunt one’s nightmares.

This terrified the townspeople, but no one dared to run around recklessly because... they heard that surrounding towns were the same.

The struggle between the Commandery Princess Chiyan and Xiao Bawang had entered a white-hot stage, with battlefields almost everywhere.

Cold Smoke Town was considered rather fortunate in this regard.

Song Yan carried on with the butcher business, focused on skin making, aided those with nowhere to go, gave a hearty meal to the hungry, and a little resettlement money to refugees.

The name "Cold Smoke Town’s timely rain Li the Charitable" had spread around, somewhat becoming a protective talisman, allowing him to avoid calamities amid the chaos.

That late autumn, fallen leaves drifted lightly from the sky.

A galloping horse approached from a distance, with the rider beating drums and loudly proclaiming: "The war is over! The rebel Xiao Yizhi has been executed!!"

"The war is over! The rebel Xiao Yizhi has been executed!!"

Xiao Yizhi was Xiao Bawang.

He was dead, and the seat of power would now belong to Commandery Princess Chiyan and her brother.

Immediately, households opened their doors, watching the rider, listening to the beating of the drums and the calls.

The girl dismounted first, bowing before him, greeted, "Godfather."

Song Yan looked at her in astonishment, pointing at her, saying, "You... you..."

The girl lifted the ghost face, revealing her lovely face underneath, her eyes, like ice thawing, looked warmly at the butcher, she said, "Tie Niu is back."

Then, she stood up, waved her hand, and someone immediately stepped forward with a box.

She respectfully offered the box to Song Yan, saying, "This is a great mansion opposite the Prince Mansion of King Xixiang in Qingyang City, complete with maidservants and guards, please, godfather, leave with me, Tie Niu will take care of you in your old age."

And at that moment, someone in the crowd seemed to recognize her, uttering in a trembling voice.

"Commandery... Commandery Princess Chiyan."

"She... she is Commandery Princess Chiyan!"

The official scolded, "How dare you!"

The girl glanced sideways nonchalantly, and everyone fell silent again.

The girl turned back to look at Song Yan, respectfully saying, "Godfather, my name is Xiao Mingrong, back then, life and death were uncertain, the future was unpredictable, I truly did not wish to implicate you, so..."

Her voice barely faded away when Song Yan interrupted her, pushing the box containing the land deed back.

Even though the value of that land deed far exceeded a hundred times ten taels of gold, he still pushed it back, merely smiling and saying, "When you have time, just come and visit your godfather often."