Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 462

Chapter 462: 191. First Entering Xingluo, Old Friend "Reunion" (8.5K Words - Large Chapter Seeking Subscription)_3

’Isn’t this the structure of my Cave Mansion on the Paperman Peak of the Puppet Sect?’

’Then...’

’Could it be such a coincidence?’

Song Yan suddenly remembered that over two hundred years ago, among those related to the Puppet Sect who might have appeared here, besides an Elder of the Puppet Sect, there was another person.

This person took the inheritance of the Puppet Sect he had given, cultivated to the Crimson Palace Realm at the Nanwu Sword Sect, then went north, killing the Jin Kingdom’s royal family in the chaos to avenge her clansmen. Later she was pursued by the Mountain and Sea Demon Race and disappeared near the East Sea.

That person was the little princess of the Wei Kingdom back then — Cao Yuzhuang.

Song Yan strolled into the Cave Mansion again, and as he passed a wall, a thought sparked in his mind, and he suddenly raised his hand to press.

Shwa...

The mechanism activated, the wall opened, revealing a quiet passage leading to the Cultivation Chamber inside.

Song Yan entered the Cultivation Chamber.

Inside there was a cultivation stone platform, some wall lamps, an empty multi-treasure rack, and...

Song Yan’s gaze quickly fell on a small shrine by the sidewall.

Above the shrine hung two portraits.

One portrait was of a petite female cultivator: her cloud-like hair slightly coiled, a black hairpin slanted in it, petite and delicate yet possessing a dignified presence, clad in a profound robe with red edges, with eyes full of coldness and depth.

The other was a male cultivator, and the likeness happened to be him!

The shrine held the ancestral spirit tablets.

One was inscribed: Ancestral Position of Our Sect, Cao Yuzhuang.

Another inscribed: Ancestral Position of Our Sect, Ancestor Song Yan.

The incense burner had a thick layer of ashes, giving off an ancient smell, evidently a sign that it hasn’t been worshiped for a while.

Song Yan was startled to find his spirit tablet here.

Upon reflection, he realized that in Cao Yuzhuang’s heart, he was indeed long dead.

Song Yan stood in silence for a long time, feeling conflicted, as he raised a hand to gently stroke the face of the person in the painting. If he hadn’t fled in a hurry back then, perhaps he would have used the Ancient Teleportation Array to head north, where he was supposed to accompany the young lady Yuzhuang, Su Yao, and An Li to the north to develop amongst the Ancient Race.

He wouldn’t have gone to the Chu Kingdom, wouldn’t have met Feng Chengzi, wouldn’t have become entangled in the Chang Wang Secret Realm, nor lingered on the Sea of Suffering’s edge for a hundred years, only to be relentlessly pursued by the Demon Monk afterward, and later being targeted by the Formless Ancestor who aimed to swallow him whole.

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