Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 650 - 236. The Days of Seclusion with Senior Sister (5.7K Words - Please Subscribe)_2
Chapter 650: 236. The Days of Seclusion with Senior Sister (5.7K Words – Please Subscribe)_2
Ning Yunmiao’s body trembled as she looked at Song Yan. After a long time, she helped the young man up and then carried him on her back. She carefully walked a couple of steps forward, trying not to jostle him, while gently saying, “Senior Sister won’t hand you over to anyone, but Senior Sister has never encountered such a situation before. I will take you to a place filled with Profound Qi first and see if the condition doesn’t worsen. If it stabilizes, I’ll take you to a place with even more Profound Qi.”
Hearing this, Song Yan was immediately relieved, while a complex feeling arose in his heart.
He clung tightly around Ning Yunmiao’s neck, with his legs wrapped around her waist.
A not very intense Escape Light enveloped him, taking him away through the air.
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The following year…
Snowflakes danced in the air.
The simple gate opened.
The female cultivator in hemp clothing waved her hand, and the snow parted like a white tide, revealing a neatly laid path of green stones.
Ning Yunmiao gazed absentmindedly into the distance. She had come to teach her junior how to cultivate but had unknowingly stayed with him here for an entire year.
Inside the house, there was only a hall and a room.
The junior would lie on the couch while she sat cross-legged cultivating. Living like this in the human world gave her a long-lost sense of relaxation.
Now, although the junior’s curse hadn’t disappeared, he could already eat and walk like a normal person. This indicated that the terrifying Wa Text Curse had actually calmed down.
Ning Yunmiao fixed her gaze on the distant gorge, which opened like a door, and smiled faintly.
In this year, she had roughly understood what her junior’s world looked like.
What made her both laugh and cry was that “in this world, evil cultivators are merely cultivators who practice using Evil Qi, viewed as villains, and then hunted by a group of righteous cultivators,” and “in this world, righteous cultivators have quite a bit of humanity; in their interactions, there is a sense of mutual assistance, and less of deceit.”
A world reflects the nature of its Master of Heaven and Earth the most.
If at first, Ning Yunmiao viewed her junior as a wayward youth who saw the light, now she felt she had completely seen through him.
The junior was a kind-hearted good kid.
This completely quashed her idea of handing him over to the higher-ups.
And in a brief contact with Elder Dan, she had already lied. When Elder Dan asked about Song’s cultivation situation, she said, “The Human Dao needs quite a bit of time to comprehend, but everything is normal”; she also probed, and Elder Dan told her, “If there’s any abnormality, if Song’s curse erupts, report it immediately, and don’t show any mercy.”
She replied “yes,” but she didn’t do that.
A kind-hearted cultivator, a junior who clings to her like a lifeline, shouldn’t be treated like that.
Moreover, since the junior hadn’t caused any harm, if she handed him over, her heart would never find peace again.
While she was thinking, suddenly a streak of rainbow light cut through the clouds and wind, landing not far away.
As the light dispersed, it revealed a round-faced female cultivator in blue clothing.
The female cultivator carried a longbow Dharma Artifact on her back and held a struggling snow-colored rabbit demon in her hand.
The rabbit demon looked like a snowball, with fluffy fur, golden-tipped ears, glassy eyes, and a plump form, its paw pads frantically paddling like peach petals—it looked full of spirit and would probably taste delicious…
Ning Yunmiao recognized her; she was the female cultivator from the neighboring mountain, at the Crimson Palace Initial Realm.
Of course, this Early Stage Crimson Palace wasn’t achieved through demon bloodline but through secret medicines and even magic.
In those early days of the world, everything was thriving, and the realms that took a lifetime to reach in later generations were simple to achieve back then.
The round-faced female cultivator smiled and greeted, “We’ve been neighbors for a while but haven’t visited. I came today to pay a visit.”
Ning Yunmiao’s current realm appeared “one layer higher to anyone,” so to this round-faced cultivator, Ning Yunmiao seemed to be at the “Middle Stage of Crimson Palace.”
Ning Yunmiao had always liked polite cultivators, so she returned the greeting, “Miaoyunzi greets fellow Daoist.”
The round-faced female cultivator said, “Zhao Shuise greets fellow Daoist.”
She then hurried forward, seeing the rabbit being unruly, and with a “whack,” knocked it out, then said, “Sister Miaoyunzi, this Jiao Tu is really nourishing; just cook it with the simplest Moon Essence Grass, and it can completely heal injuries!
My husband was badly injured, so I went hunting far and wide for this Jiao Tu and ended up finding a whole nest.
So I thought, Sister Miaoyunzi’s husband also looks ill from afar, so he must be injured too, and that’s why I brought this rabbit over.
Sister Miaoyunzi, don’t refuse, we have plenty to eat at home, so this is extra.”
Ning Yunmiao was surprised that this young female cultivator came over for such a reason; for someone like her who had seen evil worlds and killed evil demons, it felt a bit unfamiliar.
Zhao Shuise saw her dazed expression, tossed the snow rabbit, and clasped her hands from afar, saying, “My husband is still waiting for me to go back and take care of him. Next time, next time, Sister, take your husband, and we’ll wander the clouds together.”
With that, she turned into rainbow light and swiftly flew away.
Ning Yunmiao suddenly recalled the misunderstanding in this female cultivator’s words and was about to say, “This isn’t my husband,” but when the words reached her lips, talking about “my husband, your husband,” felt utterly bizarre.
Looking again at the departing female cultivator, she was already out of sight, so she swallowed her words.
The female cultivator in hemp clothing glanced at the Jiao Tu and then her own hands.
It seemed… it had been so long since she touched the mundane world.
