Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 668

Chapter 668: 241. Attempt Again, Crane Spirit Sect (6.0K words - Subscription Requested)_2

Song Yan sighed and continued walking.

What he longed for was a peaceful "observation spot".

The fourth pair, coincidentally, had a male cultivator destroying a corpse. Judging by the appearance of the corpse, it seemed to be his Dao companion. The male cultivator was murmuring while destroying the corpse, "I have repaid your father’s kindness. Your father once gave me a bowl of spirit rice porridge that saved my life. Now, I have returned countless bowls to you. Your father spent thirty years saving me, and now I’ve been with you for forty years. I’ve repaid enough. With the debt settled, I won’t hold back anymore. Hand over the treasures on you early, and I won’t kill you. Blame yourself, now die."

Song Yan didn’t know what to say.

Yet he realized he had gone astray: even longstanding Dao companions aren’t reliable.

He continued walking.

Here, cultivators who could afford powerful isolation arrays were beyond eavesdropping, while those without money faced various troubles.

The evil of cultivators far surpasses that of the mortal world.

Comparatively, kindness is truly precious.

But what face does he have to speak of kindness now?

Better I betray the world than the world betray me.

To survive, he dragged an entire world into the abyss himself.

Though the time wasn’t long, how was he different from Di Cunxin?

He pulled at the rain-soaked hood and continued moving like a ghost through the desolate, chaotic settlement, eager to find a place to stay.

Suddenly, he felt someone watching him.

He stopped in the darkness, looking across the rain at the observer.

A female cultivator, appearing like a young girl, stood at a corner, with a faint smile playing on her lips. Her black dancing dress was also soaked by the rain, resembling a drenched, dejected creature.

Song Yan squinted. Although those who could sense him weren’t extraordinary, they were at least in the Profound Yellow First Realm, which already counted as experts in the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Yet, which expert would stay out in the rain at night instead of in their own cave mansion?

He was watching the girl, and she was watching him.

What he thought, the girl evidently thought as well.

Yet both maintained a wary distance without approaching.

Suddenly, the girl sensed something, her expression changed, and she quickly ran toward Song Yan.

Song Yan suddenly deployed a flying sword, his expression cold, sword tip pointed directly at the approaching girl, signaling her to stop.

But shortly after, Song Yan too sensed an aura in the distance.

It was a cultivator riding a tiger-shaped beast, holding a spear. Song Yan hadn’t seen him in the area before, so he seemed to be a newcomer.

He glanced at the approaching female cultivator. Suddenly alert, he turned and started running.

He seamlessly merged into the night.

The female cultivator, seeing him vanish, hurriedly concealed her presence too.

The spear-wielding cultivator on the tiger beast broke through the rain curtain and proceeded further, quickly disappearing.

Finally, Song Yan disappeared into the darkness.

The black-skirted female cultivator stomped her foot in anger and murmured, "It’s been so many days, and it’s rare to meet a solitary cultivator of the same realm, who even seems normal, yet I couldn’t recruit him! What should I do?! What to do, what to do?"

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, appearing worried and anxious, then she turned and quickly left.

The departing Song Yan stealthily returned. At this moment, he was already cloaked in Mo Luo’s aura, with his power of the early stage of Profound Yellow Second Realm suppressing his qi, quietly tailing in the direction of the black-skirted girl.

The land had undergone some changes over the past ten years.

More foreign cultivators had arrived.

He wanted to see if he could blend in among them.

The behavior of the black-skirted girl was relatively normal compared to others.

With no other plans, he naturally attempted to follow along and observe.

...

...

The black-skirted girl’s name was Han Lingzi. She was born on the periphery of the Demon Mountain Star Realm’s "Crane Spirit Sect".

She had an elder sister named Han Weizi.

The sisters originally had a good relationship, but... once Han Weizi allied with an elder of the Crane Spirit Sect as a Dao companion, their relationship started to grow distant. It was an unspoken feeling; they still appeared close when meeting, but both sensed a superficial estrangement.