Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 700

Chapter 700: 248. Great Dao Chessboard, Hard to Defend the Spirit (6.1K words - Please Subscribe)_2

However, this unfamiliarity still made her feel some inexplicable hesitation, so much so that she no longer took the initiative and was like a puppet being carried along, rising and falling on this turbulent Vast Sea, sometimes diving to the seabed, and sometimes soaring into the clouds.

When everything calmed down, Han Weizi lay in her husband’s arms as usual, but her eyes still cautiously scrutinized him, with a growing doubt in her heart, yet she repeatedly persuaded herself that "this is him."

But for some reason, another thought simultaneously rushed into her mind; it shouldn’t be there, but she always felt as if she was happily with another man, and so wildly happy—doesn’t that feel a bit disloyal to the impression of Li Xuanchan from the past?

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Little Wei’Er can always bring joy to people.

This joy plunged Song Yan into oblivion and made the wooden hut by the Long Bridge as warm as spring.

Ten days later...

Han Weizi’s meticulous healing, combined with a single World-Purifying White Lotus Seed and copious amounts of the Li Family’s medicinal tonics, finally led to Song Yan’s significant physical recovery. Although the Wa Text Curse continued to stir, Song Yan could feel he was at the cliff edge of "complete curse eruption."

He was just one step away—one step—and he would fall, but for now, he held steady.

The long-lasting acts of companionship intensified the strangeness in little Wei’Er’s heart; she even began to feel a strange sense of guilt, followed by the shame borne of that guilt.

But she carefully concealed her thoughts.

However, that strangeness still manifested in "as still as wood on the bed" and "interactions were constrained."

Her gentle softness turned into polite respectfulness.

She meticulously served her husband, diligently tidied up the mess each time the bedding was disheveled, and even now... she meticulously opened the window to dispel the lingering scent, mixed with faint floral fragrance.

After a long time, the scent dissipated, and she was about to meticulously close the window again when she saw a gaunt white-haired elder, leaning on a cane, standing at the entrance to the forbidden land.

She glanced a few times before recognizing that the white-haired elder was the ancestor of the Li Family.

She was both surprised at how such a powerful ancestor could become so diminished, and felt a forlorn sorrow, perhaps for the elder, or perhaps for her and her husband’s future fate.

If the Li Family lost its ancestor, the future would be uncertain, and who knows where they would drift in this world’s turbulent waves.

How could it... not be sad?

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A moment later, Li Shanhai sat in one of the chairs wrapped in soft, supple Demon Beast Skin inside the wooden hut, seemingly on the verge of drifting off to a permanent sleep.

Han Weizi, embodying the elegance and virtuousness of the Li Family’s First Madam, poured tea and stoked the furnace for Elder Li.

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