Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466: 192. Non-Causal, Traces of the Heaven-Damaging Pill (8.0K Words - Major Chapter Seeking Subscription)_2

In the eyes of worldly people, Blood Corpse Jade Makeup is merely a corpse, just a tool long since unable to bear emotions, a weapon, even her hand-raised successor thinks so.

However, he does not think this way.

All emotions and desires are true self; crying and laughter are real, love and hate are true, infatuation is genuine.

Blood Corpse Jade Makeup is Yuzhuang’s final frame, the image of time frozen, and this image is enough to condense his true feelings.

Since his true feelings are real, Blood Corpse Jade Makeup is not a tool, a weapon, but a living existence.

What does the truth of the world matter?

What matters is the truth in his eyes!

"If I align my heart with the heavenly heart.

Then what is the heaven?

Ha, it’s just an existence of a higher realm.

Therefore, as long as I become stronger, stronger.

There will come a day when heavenly hearts need to align with my heart.

What is true, what is false?

Heaven and earth do not dictate.

I decide what counts."

Whoosh~~

Whoosh~~

Two figures swam into the deep sea, frolicked for a while, fished for fish and shrimp, and when the scorching sun shone high at noon, Song Yan did not use magic to squeeze the water from his robes but instead took off his outer clothes, hanging them on the burning rocks to dry.

By the bonfire, cooking fish and shrimp, Blood Corpse Jade Makeup sat across from him, picking up firewood and sending it into the fire, then quietly watched him eat the fish and shrimp.

A tree root snuck out from Song Yan’s embrace, and Song Yan skewered a well-cooked fish, offering it to Po Xu Shahua, smilingly asking, "Will you eat too?"

The tree root struck.

In an instant, the cooked fish turned to ashes.

Song Yan was momentarily stunned, then cursed under his breath, "Wasteful!"

The scene seemed to turn into a serene and quiet picture.

...

...

Half a year later...

"Cold Snow Old Demon" Hong Qingsang finally left Sweet Wine Island with his grandson.

As a demon cultivator who rolled between life and death for years, Hong Qingsang was especially cautious.

He keenly detected that the Divine Infant Cultivator at the auction had a connection to that blood corpse, and he had once spoken disrespectfully in front of that Divine Infant Cultivator. Though this was nothing, he has always been prudent, preferring to stay longer in Sweet Wine Island to avoid possible pursuit.

During these days, he also investigated the surrounding seas, having long since lost news of that Divine Infant Cultivator.

Hong Qingsang hurriedly lifted his head, only to see a giant hand covering the sky reaching out from the clouds.

That giant hand shadowed the moonlight, sealing off all his power. In fact, even with all his strength, he couldn’t respond, let alone... his mental defenses crumbled, he couldn’t even react quickly.

The next moment, he felt his body being squeezed tightly, the defensive thoughts subconsciously deployed were casually crushed by that hand.

Then, his divine soul turned cold, completely pulled out, the black Plague Tiger tattoos climbed his divine soul.

As for his body, it had already been pierced by some bizarre tree roots, then quickly withered.

Having witnessed this scene, the purple-robed youth was dumbfounded, almost not believing his own eyes.

Because another Hong Qingsang appeared before him.

Identical in both face and aura, it was Hong Qingsang!

But...

How can there be two grandpas in the world? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

This horrifying scene was too scary for someone at the Late Stage Of Crimson Palace, too difficult to comprehend.

And in the next instant, he faintly saw a lock-shaped gray light shoot over, entering his body.

His body twitched, in an instant... his will underwent a world-changing transformation.

He still was Hong Qingsang’s grandson, Hong Wucheng, but now wholeheartedly he only wished to follow the orders of the person in front of him, even if it meant death, he wouldn’t flinch.

Song Yan carefully digested the information from "Cold Snow Old Demon" Hong Qingsang, then nodded satisfactorily, praising the Plague Ghost Hong Qingsang, "Indeed a well-traveled demon cultivator, truly knowledgeable. Though you don’t know the 2nd-level Cultivation Profound land’s market, you hold the Passage Order of the biggest market in Star Luo Domain. Good, good, I did not misjudge you."