Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 661

Chapter 661: 239. Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, Han Gong Song Yan (6.0K words - please subscribe)_3

Song Yan said, "Still at the Realm Core."

Han Gong nodded and said, "That makes sense. If it were above the Realm Core, how could it be easily abandoned by the sect?"

After thinking for a bit, he continued, "Now, the third question. Do you have an extremely terrifying treasure or extremely strong connections? If you do, to avoid unnecessary conflicts and to show that you can ignore the rules here, please display it."

Song Yan sighed and said, "I would love to show you, but I have none..."

Han Gong said, "Then I’m genuinely curious as to why you still have the mind to sit here eating and drinking, and not just turn and flee?"

Song Yan gave a wry smile and said, "Flee? Where else could I escape to?"

Han Gong said, "I understand, I understand! Then the last question. Please answer it cautiously, as it’s the final chance to avoid disputes..."

Before he finished speaking, the last question was still being asked, and the Profound Robe Cultivator opposite seemed to be listening.

If disputes could be avoided, who wouldn’t want to avoid them?

But just at this moment, a light laugh came from behind Song Yan.

The laugh was like a fire igniting, like a rapid stroke across the skin, like trembling water droplets on the tip of a green leaf, like a love gu, like crying while laughing, crying while laughing...

Five alabaster fingers gently caressed the back of Song Yan’s neck.

She was so gentle, that it made one involuntarily think of a long-lost lover, and then want to turn around for another look.

Clearly, this was a Lifebound Talisman of the "Enchanting Heart and Soul" type.

This killing move was initiated while the responder was still waiting for the question.

In this land, being "open and aboveboard" is laughable.

Nine Lord watched as the Profound Robe male cultivator awkwardly shrank his neck, then a surge of power blocked her hand, subsequently fleeing outward.

Han Gong, who had been smiling all along, seemed to have been waiting for this, followed quickly, at an extremely fast speed.

A corrosive spatial power began to ripple around him, then a sky-covering blood hand broke through the void, shattering the space wherever it went, and the blood outside the restaurant’s array shield frantically rushed towards the void. The blood hand dragged the space fragments towards the fleeing cultivator.

A hideous malignant smile spread as it went.

"Fool, without background or power, yet still showing off so much. Grow some brain cells in your next life!"

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Pop!

Yin Jiuqiao twisted her waist as she descended from behind, standing at a place, looking at the distant corpse of the Profound Robe Cultivator, as well as Han Zhou who was scavenging the corpse, and said, "Han Lang’s speed has grown again."

Han Gong Song Yan did not answer, he was retrieving items from his previous body, while counting the treasures and power of this Realm Core Realm Evil Cultivator named Han Zhou.

The complete grasp of the Little Celestial Dao Character "Freedom" brought some changes to his power, which previously had no use at the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, but here it was possible.

However, this power comes from outside and is eternally fixed, impossible to gain even a bit more enhancement. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He alone could switch between two distinct powers, making him nearly impossible to guard against.

Too bad, he met Song Yan.

The master of ’wearing skin’ met the ancestor of ’wearing skin’, the outcome was predictable.

Han Gong Song Yan selectively discarded the original corpse into a Storage Bag and then threw another Storage Bag far away.

Yin Jiuqiao caught it, looked, and laughed, "Han Lang, these fools from reputable sects indeed have quite a few treasures, with this our four can explore the Ancient Dragon Battlefield with greater confidence."

Han Gong Song Yan said flatly, "Jiu Niang, let’s go, to the next place."

Yin Jiuqiao playfully tossed the Storage Bag while giggling and said, "This Ancient Dragon Battlefield indeed attracts many outsider cultivators, this guy is neither the first nor the last."

Moments later...

The enchanting female cultivator wearing a half bronze mask and the hunched split-skin old man landed again.

On the street side, the previously pitiable children all revealed their robust physiques, no longer hiding, and hurriedly dodged, fearing they would block the path of these two.

In the restaurant, the small attendant from before nodded and bowed, shouting, "Han Gong, Nine Lord, take care!"

As for the silly cultivator that was gifting porridge and drinking wine in the restaurant, he was already forgotten by everyone.

Here, the death toll was high, and newcomers arrived aplenty.