Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 419

Chapter 419: 182. Return to True Demon, Methods Reversed (8.3K words - Large Chapter Seeking Subscription)_4

Amidst the flute melody, a swarm of strange ancient bees flew out from the Demon Beast Bag. These bees, in harmony with the flute sound, turned into a sky-covering black mist and swept into the distance.

Long Yinghai said arrogantly, "The Celestial Sound Race relies on nothing but a grand clock, but I see you have yet to pass the Little Celestial Tribulation. Though you boast impressively here, I wonder if you can shake my Devouring Ancient Bees?"

Elder Mo said coldly, "Courting death!"

Blood and wind, a storm is about to break!

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Snap!

Snap!

"Immortal long, well done!"

"Immortal long hit the mark again!"

"Immortal long has such precise aim!"

In the imperial harem, Song Yan stood far away, holding arrows in his hand, playing the pot throwing game accompanied by a group of royal beauties.

Of course, not every royal beauty was happy to play, but many would come. Moreover, all major forces in the royal family held the belief that they must not fall behind. They scrambled to send beauties over, hoping to win the Immortal long’s favor and thereby gain greater political capital for themselves. Even if they couldn’t gain it, they didn’t want to incur misfortune because of it.

This great country was like a playground for Song Yan, but for the royal family, it was a matter of utmost importance.

Of course, some beauties had discreetly asked him if he was the Formless Celestial Venerable.

Song Yan flatly denied it.

The Formless Celestial Venerable is formless, high above, and compassionate toward mortals. How could he indulge in lavish pleasures and unrestrained enjoyment?

In a sea of warmth and gentle jade, swaying left and right, he once more enjoyed a game with the imperial palace’s soccer expert guards and, after bathing and changing clothes with beauties serving him, Song Yan then sat in a courtyard under the moonlight, meditating quietly.

Beauties, fine wine, and good food always make one feel delighted.

Yet he only enjoyed himself, neither indulging in wanton killing nor exhausting the people and resources. Previously, when the Sovereign of this West Extremity Ancient Country tried to appease him by proposing national events, he righteously rejected it and told the Sovereign that a Monarch must always remember that the people are the heavens; if one forgets, heaven will punish. The Sovereign was taught and never mentioned it again.

Furthermore, his taste in entertainment was good. After enjoying himself, he would pay a satisfying reward, which was usually some elixirs suitable for mortals.

After a while, Tang Yi appeared to report on the situation of the ancient tomb, wearing a strange expression.

The ancient tomb was in chaos, with Long Yinghai slaughtering all around.

In such a situation, Tang Yi would typically think the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race too arrogant, trying to monopolize the treasures. But he was one of the three who knew that this man before him had been to the ancient tomb in advance.

The previous battle, this man definitely participated, and even now, Long Yinghai’s every move was closely connected with this man.

This made him find Song Yan more and more unfathomable.

The youth indulging in luxury and pleasure during the day, even when sitting quietly now, resembled an ancient statue in a majestic temple, casting an awe-inspiring silhouette.

"Uncle, what should we do next?" Tang Yi earnestly inquired.

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