Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428: 184. Ten Thousand Acres of Forbidden Area, A Lone Island (8.1K characters - Subscribe for the long Chapter)_3

Xueyi swore she had never seen such a person, someone who could indulge in revelry but also warm an unfamiliar little beggar. She slowly turned around, looking back with every step, and even waved from afar once she boarded the painted boat.

Song Yan, holding the child, could feel the little one’s limbs and body slowly warming up. He could feel the child being gently pulled back from the brink of death, which filled him with happiness—a joy of the soul, different from physical pleasure.

On the next day, as dawn broke...

The snow also stopped.

The child slowly woke up.

It was a little girl—not pretty, with a sallow and thin face, resembling a boy.

Song Yan fed her some water, gave her something to eat, and washed her face. Seeing her blank expression, he held her close and softly said, "Big brother’s name is Jian Huang, what’s yours?" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"San... Sanniu..."

"Sanniu, don’t be afraid. Live bravely."

"Mm... Thank you, big brother..." The little girl named Sanniu sniffled, resting her little chin on Song Yan’s shoulder, tears streaming down her face.

Leaning against the dirty, broken walls of the slum, Song Yan basked in the rare warmth of the sun, feeling the little one’s vitality slowly return. He felt at peace.

Suddenly, a cold breeze from the corner made the little girl shrink back abruptly.

"So cold, so cold..." the little girl said, trembling.

Song Yan turned his head towards the cold wind, then looked into the distance. It was a wind blowing from the east, from the Barbaric Land, mixed with a scent of decay, deathly stillness, desolation, and ominous signs—the signs of the dark disaster era.

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As the true form of the Formless Celestial Venerable, Song Yan’s words had an effect by the next evening.

Even in a city like East Corner City, porridge carts were being pushed into the slum alleys. Some people were laying foundations on open grounds, preparing to build temporary shelters.

Refugees swarmed forward, the servers ladled porridge into scarce bowls while saying, "Thank the Formless Celestial Venerable, thank the Sovereign, thank the City Lord... You won’t starve this winter!"

Another person said, "When the shelters are built, you’ll be accommodated. Children who have lost their parents without any place to go will be arranged for in the city. Come register now."

The slum suddenly became busy.

Song Yan, holding Sanniu, was about to go see the City Lord when he suddenly felt someone approaching.

He turned his head to find a woman with an excited expression.

The woman said in a trembling voice, "San... Sanniu?"

The little girl looked up, stared at the woman, and cried out, "Aunt!"

"Sanniu!"

"Aunt!"

The two, one big and one small, hugged each other and sobbed.

Song Yan quietly placed a dozen or so copper plates on the ground, made a move, and left.

Too much money would be hard to protect, but a dozen copper plates, that’s just right.

That night, Song Yan bathed and changed clothes, then rolled onto Xueyi’s bed. After an entangled intimacy under the covers, he comfortably held the lovely lady and fell asleep.

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