Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465: 192. Non-Causal, Traces of the Heaven-Damaging Pill (8.0K Words - Major Chapter Seeking Subscription)

Song Yan did not go far, he merely stopped at a deserted island near Sweet Wine Island.

Before leaving, he quietly planted a tracking mark on the "Cold Blood Old Demon" Hong Qingsang, planning to "consult" him about whether there exists an advanced market in Star Luo Domain after he departs Sweet Wine Island.

The paths of demons are always wild, and he felt that this renowned old demon would not disappoint him.

On the deserted island, at Giant Stone Beach, Song Yan raised his hand to summon a pitch-black coffin, opened the lid, and looked at the Blood Corpse Jade Makeup inside.

Scenes of the past flashed in his mind: Yuzhuang’s timidity when they first met at Paperman Peak, Yuzhuang’s coldness when they met again at the Misty Sea, later, the extermination of the Nanwu Sword Sect, Su Yao’s scolding, but Yuzhuang did not scold him... followed by the stories about Yuzhuang he heard. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

This female cultivator was born into the royal family of the Wei Kingdom in the mortal world, abused into being a Furnace, always fearful and never daring to resist, then carrying hatred for evil, and then demonstrated bravery.

In such a chaotic world, with what kind of courage did she single-handedly slaughter the Jin Kingdom’s royal family to avenge her family?

And with what courage did she escape to the East Sea under the pursuit of the Demon Race?

Fortunately, she discovered Zhang Han’s Blood Corpse left in the East Sea, fortunately, she held a Corpse Refining Secret Technique.

Later stories in the East Sea, he also glimpsed some in Cao Yunfei’s mind.

The young lady Yuzhuang finally lived out the image she once hated most and acknowledged his darkest side, even if that dark side was deliberately shown at the time, as is evident from young lady Yuzhuang’s desire to carry forward the Puppet Sect.

The Blood Corpse Jade Makeup is one head shorter than him, small and delicate.

She was now so close to him, so eternally inseparable from him, also so devoid of any opposing opinions with him.

After mastering the "Corpse Demon Corpse Refining Skill", Song Yan became extremely proficient in corpse refining, he gently pointed at the heart of the Blood Corpse Jade Makeup, and began refining this blood corpse, barely reaching the Early Stage of Purple Mansion.

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A moment later, the Blood Corpse Jade Makeup was refined.

The azure waters of the Vast Sea started to rise, and the tide began to flood the giant stones on the beach.

Song Yan leapt up and landed on a giant stone.

The Blood Corpse Jade Makeup sat beside him.

A pale little face, a blood-red garment, delicate like a porcelain doll, wielding a strangely sinister Flying Sword.

The Blood Corpse Jade Makeup slightly turned her head, leaning on Song Yan’s shoulder, her mechanical pupils stiffly reflecting the twilight sea tide.

Suddenly, Song Yan recalled the scene of young lady Yuzhuang painting by candlelight, her red lips slightly parted, with a hint of a smile and a hint of expectation, saying, "Your ancestor Song, he has gone far, far away. But one day, Master will find him, and once found, Master can always be with him."

The damp alcoholic scent mixed with the unique flavor of Moonlight Grass spread over the deserted island deep in the sea.

And in Song Yan’s embrace, two small bronze leaves pried open his collar, climbed out from inside.

Thin roots rustled like snakes moving, the tips gently touching the liquor soaking his clothes, immediately stiffening, then going limp, showing a look of life or death.

But after a while, the root tips regained vitality, the small bronze leaves emerged from Song Yan’s neckline again, lying on his face, gazing together with him at the colorful Star River above the deep sea.

Time passed second by second, the sky unknowingly turned gray, the gray dimness gradually clearing, until a line of fish-belly white appeared on the horizon, the morning sun gradually rising, casting light upon all things in this world, also upon Song Yan.

"It’s fake."

"It’s all fake."

Song Yan did not get up, murmuring casually, "I saw it with my own eyes, there is simply no sun in the void."

He murmured.

But soon, his earlier despondency vanished in an instant, and he regained an unparalleled vitality and enthusiasm. He flipped up excitedly with a carp leap, then called, "Yuzhuang, let’s swim in the sea, let’s catch fish, today we eat whatever fish we catch for lunch, haha!"

Such a simple daily life yet again gave him a touch of understanding toward his own realm.