Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 663 - 240. Giant Dragon Battlefield, Terrifying “Burial” (7.3K words - Please Subscribe)
Chapter 663: 240. Giant Dragon Battlefield, Terrifying “Burial” (7.3K words – Please Subscribe)
Han Zhou, Yin Jiuqiao, Ying Wubei, and Wusheng, these four are all beings of the Profound Yellow First Realm.
In the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, they are merely considered “entry-level disciples” in terms of realm, but in this abandoned Land Without Master, they are quite “valuable.”
The Cultivation Realm is different from the Mortal World.
The harsh lands of the Mortal World might still nurture a fierce and brave people, bold warriors.
But in the Cultivation Realm, without resources, cultivation techniques, or foundation, there are no strong individuals.
Song Yan, upon leaving the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, realized how much the “Pole Sword Platform” of the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace is a coveted place of cultivation for many.
This Han Zhou acts as the local tyrant in a certain region of the Land Without Master, yet even his own world has been abandoned, devoid of life. If he hadn’t yet mastered the method to refine the Heaven and Earth as a magical treasure, Han Zhou would have long turned this abandoned natal world into a treasure.
His “Cave Mansion” is in fact a “Secret Realm,” and this “Secret Realm” exists within the same hidden “Qi Box” with three others.
The Qi Box is just a small box.
But such a box can contain dozens of Secret Realms.
To create it requires an intact World Core and some artifact refiners skilled in talisman crafting, making it extremely rare.
After entering the Secret Realm, Song Yan saw the luxurious palace constructed by Han Zhou.
In the hall, there are beauties, fine wine, treasures, everything one could wish for.
There are also many beautiful female cultivators Han Zhou has collected.
Song Yan assumed someone else’s skin, becoming whoever it was, not refusing the company of a female cultivator at bedtime.
The female cultivator he summoned was a righteous path female cultivator, but after being captured here, her righteous heart was thoroughly humiliated and now only endless obedience remains.
Song Yan had this female cultivator serve him.
As the bedding surged like waves, her body circled him like a fish in the water.
Once calm returned, he reclined, allowing the female cultivator to feed him fine wine and immortal fruit.
He gazed into the distance, lost in thought.
He recalled the scenes long ago in the Puppet Palace.
Suddenly, he gently lowered his head, pinching the female cultivator’s chin.
Her cheeks were flushed rose red, beaded with sweat like dew, her lovely oval face showing a hint of evasion.
“Vile thief!”
The female cultivator exclaimed angrily.
Song Yan chuckled lightly, knowing this resentment was deliberately left by Han Zhou, as this animosity added a bit of thrill during their intimate moments. Yet, he knew Han Zhou actually captured many female cultivators, but this one survived the longest.
So, could it be that this female cultivator deliberately retained her resentment, knowing the demon needed such stimulation, to entertain the demon and ensure her own survival for longer?
Suddenly, Ning Yunmiao’s words flashed through his mind.
“Techniques hold no good or evil, but people do. I don’t blame you for cultivating an evil technique to survive. If we meet again in a hundred years, I hope to see a good sword cultivator filled with integrity.”
An evil fire suddenly rose in his heart.
He bent over, indulging in the thrill amid the female cultivator’s cries of “ahh” and “ooh.”
…
…
At the peak of excitement, everything abruptly stopped.
The air calmed, frenzy subsided, as if the sudden calm at the end of a magnum opus.
Outside the hall, a soft laugh suddenly rang out.
Yin Jiuqiao’s laugh.
She landed quietly, completely ignoring the disarray on the bed.
The female cultivator hurriedly grabbed her gauzy robe, clutched it to her chest, and fled barefoot, head lowered, hair loose, in a panic.
Yin Jiuqiao sensuously said, “Han Lang is always so capable, it really makes my heart flutter watching…”
She sucked her finger, her eyes watery with spring affection, looking at the man who ignored her gaze, rising naked, dressing and wrapping in his robe.
Song Yan casually said, “How are the preparations?”
Yin Jiuqiao replied, “I’ve captured some scouts, Wubei seized quite a few magical treasures, and Wusheng is in seclusion at his Cave Mansion, probably preparing a lot… And what about you, Han Lang? Where’s the skin you promised me?”
Splat.
Song Yan raised his hand and tossed something.
A piece of Han Zhou’s stored “skin” was thrown out.
Yin Jiuqiao checked it briefly, showing joy, spread it out and shook it, laughing, “It’s an old crone, now Han Lang and I look even more like a couple.”
Song Yan, in Han Zhou’s style, embraced the stunning demoness with the half bronze ghost face, softly saying, “Once this job is done, we’ll retire, live a few peaceful days, have a litter of children, witness the rise and fall of civilizations. We’re always so tired, it’s time to rest.”
Yin Jiuqiao giggled, then tapped Song Yan’s lips, saying, “I love hearing you lie, but next time make it fresh, you’ve said this over a hundred times.”
Song Yan suddenly turned serious, “Jiu Niang, once this job’s over, let’s become a pair of righteous sword cultivators, wander the starry skies together.”
Yin Jiuqiao was momentarily stunned, then burst into uncontrollable laughter. After laughing, she sweetly said, “Alright.”
Then she continued, “Han Lang is still useful, unlike those male cultivators in my Secret Realm, each more rigid than the last.
With every trembling sentence, their faces turned ashen, just watching them is unlucky, I killed several yet still wasn’t satisfied. They couldn’t speak, their skins were useless, truly useless!
Han Lang, do you have any more, say something to amuse me.”
Song Yan, hearing his past dreams being mercilessly mocked, found it amusing himself.
He glanced at the ghost face demoness in his embrace.
The demoness looked up with an enchanting gaze filled with anticipation, the look of a lover.
This made him feel as if he had truly become an evil cultivator.
To survive, he had already upended a world, what else was beyond his reach?
