Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 658 - 238. My Pill Master Friend (6.0K words - Subscribe Request) _3
Chapter 658: 238. My Pill Master Friend (6.0K words – Subscribe Request) _3
In this situation, he truly did not wish to resist, nor could he resist.
Elder made a salute to the sky.
Soon, a transparent, golden giant hand descended from the heavens, hovering over Song Yan’s head.
In an instant, various manifestations around Song Yan dispersed.
First to appear was a pure and flawless crystalline divine soul, followed by an unstable Mo Luo Divine Thought silhouette…
The giant hand then tapped again.
This time, the Mo Luo Divine Thought silhouette vanished, and from the pure and flawless crystalline divine soul suddenly emerged two extremely indistinct shadows, one large and one small.
The two shadows entangled with each other, yet remained tightly linked to the crystalline divine soul, forming a precarious balance.
At the moment the shadows appeared, the surrounding mountains and rivers began to collapse, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of miles turned to flat land, reduced to powder.
The golden hand swiftly transformed in mid-air, one became two, two became four, four became eight, rapidly multiplying without end, then enveloped the crystalline divine soul like a lotus, swiftly contracting to reintegrate the two shadows back into the divine soul, restoring its original state.
Immediately after, the divine soul re-entered the body.
Elder looked down at the destroyed earth underfoot and at the trace of power leaked by the sudden appearance of the shadows, his expression growing more solemn, his body tense, staring fixedly at Song Yan, almost ready to act.
Just then, a gentle voice of a man resonated from the sky.
“Send him to Rusted Sword State.”
Elder, as well as all cultivators present, were taken aback.
Especially Elder, who swiftly raised his head in disbelief towards the sky, as this was an outcome he had never considered.
The man in the sky spoke lightly: “Song Yan, after the Forbidden Talisman, there are Mad Saints.
I truly do not know whether your luck is too good or too bad.
You’ve been targeted by two Mad Saints; they’re residing within you like a tug-of-war, but it’s not balanced.
If this balance falters even slightly, your divine soul will be obliterated.
If you perish, the two Mad Saints might break free, or one might take over your body, or something even worse might happen; it is unimaginable.
As for Rusted Sword State, it is on the border between the Myriad Swords Star Realm and the Demon Mountain Star Realm, composed of dozens of unclaimed lands—a wasteland, you understand what I’m saying?”
Song Yan said: “I understand; wherever I die, calamity follows, so I must leave, preferably… get captured by the Five Elements Celestial Demon Palace.”
Elder’s eyes slightly moved, seemingly finding Song Yan’s suggestion agreeable.
However, the voice from the sky conveyed indifference: “Such matters, we at the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace disdain doing. You… see to it yourself.”
As the word “see” settled, the voice from the sky and the enormous golden hand simultaneously dissipated.
As the Palace Master of the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, naturally, there were many affairs to attend to; Song Yan was just one of them. Now that this is resolved, he needs to proceed with other matters.
If before Elder considered acting against Song Yan, now he looked at him like a harbinger of plague.
Such a thing, in all his years, he had never seen nor heard of.
Two Talisman Characters both had their sights on this tasty morsel; if Song Yan were to die, the region would simultaneously suffer two types of star calamities…
“Take your original domain and leave.” Elder said indifferently, “This is a significant matter; I will personally escort you to Rusted Sword State. Considering we have some affinity, don’t cause trouble along the way.”
Song Yan fell silent for a moment, then glanced at the surrounding desolation already shattered, and then floated, heading afar.
A sword cultivator shouted: “Where are you going!”
Song Yan said: “To see more.”
Elder instinctively raised his hand to control but then lowered it halfway, showing a helpless expression, giving a light cough, and said: “Let him see if he wants to see…”
After speaking, he raised his voice again: “But… Little Song, tidy up after you’re done watching, we need to hit the road.
Your senior sister doesn’t know about this, and I won’t tell her either!
No disciple here will leak a word!
If she asks a hundred years later, I’ll say you knew the double Forbidden Talismans couldn’t be balanced and went to the Demon Mountain Star Realm, slain many evil cultivators, and then disappeared without a trace.
In this way, aren’t I enough of a friend?”
Song Yan said: “I won’t make it difficult for Elder.”
Elder then said: “If there’s anything else you need to do, feel free to mention it!”
Song Yan did not respond, heading far away.
At this moment, no one dared to stop him.
He was like a “doomsday device” with a lit fuse, and any attempt to kill him would only hasten the ignition of the fuse.
He might still be at a low realm and unable to overcome the sword cultivators here, much less Elder.
However, there was a very high chance he could drag everyone to their deaths.
Maybe this may never happen, but… no one dares to gamble.
…
…
Song Yan looked at the ravaged land, and suddenly saw Wang Susu, who had become the Palace Master of the Shadow Puppet Palace of this land, a place almost comparable to the Sword Alliance of the Emperor’s Heart World; he also saw Tang Ningxin, as the Formless Ancient Race had become the most mysterious and significant race behind the scenes of this world. As for Su Yao, Ling Xiaoxiao, and Yu Xuanwei, they had established a Sword System force of the same level as the Shadow Puppet Palace…
He also saw An Li.
The young female cultivator was walking on this land with a bamboo basket on her back, saving lives, teaching the “Alchemy Scripture,” taking disciples, and healing those gravely injured by the catastrophe.
He had harmed this land, yet An Li was healing it with her insignificant power.
So he stopped in his tracks, but… he did not fall.
The Elder behind him also stopped.
His old eyes followed Song Yan’s gaze downward, nodding, and said, “There are indeed some promising seedlings with good temperament in your land, what a pity.”
Song Yan said, “I am willing to go to Rusted Sword State honestly, and swear not to return, not to do anything that harms the Sword Palace.”
The Elder narrowed his old eyes and asked, “What is your request?”
Song Yan said, “The initial secret realm of this land was also taken by me from others.”
The Elder chuckled, “No wonder you’re willing to destroy it casually.”
Song Yan said, “Now, I don’t want to take it away. I want this land to stay in the Sword Palace Lower Realm. However, without someone to look after it, I’m afraid its future is unclear.”
The Elder was taken aback, put away his smile, and looked at Song Yan strangely, “Good and evil, evil and good, sometimes kind, sometimes wicked; you are not pure, yet not thoroughly bad either.
Fine, since you have such intentions, I agree.
After you leave, I will look after this land.
For the path to promotion, the resources required will not be lacking.”
Song Yan’s gaze pierced through the clouds, looking down at An Li by the lakeside pharmacy, saving lives, and said, “If she can make it to the Upper Realm, I hope you can take her as a disciple.”
The Elder looked for a long while and said, “Who is she to you?”
Song Yan said, “Just an ordinary Pill Master friend, we once refined pills together. She’s a bit slow, but very persistent.”
The Elder nodded, “Being slow doesn’t matter, I value temperament the most in accepting disciples. This little girl seems fine; if she can break through to the realm above, I am willing to give her this opportunity.”
Song Yan said “Thank you,” then slightly raised his hand with his fingers together.
The land before him was bound to the Divine Soul.
He gestured a couple of times, suddenly closed his eyes, severed, then said, “There’s no time to lose, Elder, let’s go to Rusted Sword State.”
…
On the ground, mist rose from the lake, ethereal and indistinct, with mysterious fish leaping.
In the bamboo house by the lake, medicinal fragrance wafted, with numerous Profound Field plots behind, where demon sparrows and demon rats were detestable, coming and going, hiding and seeking. The female cultivators taken as disciples by “Master An” were chasing and driving off those demon beasts trying to steal the profound plants with flying swords.
Before the house, the physicians were busy inside and out.
An Li held a scroll, lying in a swaying vine chair, sometimes frowning, sometimes picking up the pen she had set aside to jot down notes on the scroll.
The medical book she authored had long surpassed the initial scope of “solving the Crimson Palace Poison,” yet her heart continued to seek new paths in the Alchemy Dao, unchanged.
At this moment, the layout of this area was exactly the same as the Red Leaf Island of the Southern Wu Sword Sect back then.
She still preferred that kind of environment.
In this life, perhaps she would never meet that person again, but neither would she search for a new Dao companion.
Suddenly, the sky began to stir with wind. She instinctively tilted her head and looked up, only to see a strange rainbow light disappearing far away.
An Li was stunned, put down her pen, stood up, broke through the air in pursuit, yet saw nothing.
Lonely and without a trace…
Song Yan and the Elder had already broken through to a new realm.
“Do you have any other wishes?” the Elder asked, genuinely wanting to quickly send this plague god away and never to return.
Song Yan pulled out an old yellow gourd from the void and said, “Fill it with fine wine.”
…
Soon, the Nine Cranes Void Ship hastily departed from the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace.
Song Yan stood alone by the window, watching as what was once a paradise in his mind slowly receded.
His return this time, forever uncertain.
If he wanted to survive, he had to help the “Burial” character, had to continue comprehending the “Dragon Burial Law,” and had to devour the Dragon Stele!
