Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 667 - 241. Attempt Again, Crane Spirit Sect (6.0K words - Subscription Requested)
Chapter 667: 241. Attempt Again, Crane Spirit Sect (6.0K words – Subscription Requested)
Plop… plop… plop…
The cold rain fell on the desolate muddy ground in the dark night, also falling on the young man sitting there with his head lowered.
It wasn’t until the boy let out a “hehe” laugh from his throat that there was a trace of vitality.
Song Yan completed a thorough examination and also learned from a simple hourglass timekeeping treasure pre-stored in the coffin that approximately ten years had passed.
In addition to everything being normal, he discovered the one anomaly.
His flawless divine soul was tainted… with a flaw.
The flaw was like a cold, ink-like black spot.
That blackness lay at the very center of his divine soul, and with careful perception and observation, he could also feel a tendency for it to spread outward.
Like a tiny drop of ink falling on clean rice paper, countless barbed thorns were growing like vine tendrils.
Yet, it seemed more like something from an unknown shore had found an anchor point, slowly trying to emerge from that anchor point bit by bit.
Song Yan withdrew his gaze.
He understood that there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world; this was the price of the “Dragon Burial Law” resurrection.
However, the “Dragon Burial Law” never mentioned that resurrection would take only ten years, nor did it mention that all items around him would be carried with him during resurrection, including those he acquired while exploring before his death… without missing a single item.
If the resurrection time were so short, and if even exploration gains could be brought back, then the “Dragon Burial Law” would be an extremely perverse forbidden technique. The Five Spirits Celestial Demon Palace could easily raise a large batch of death warriors practiced in the “Dragon Burial Law”, then send them desperately into the core of the Myriad Swords Star Realm to rob. These death warriors wouldn’t need to care for their own lives; they would only need to seize the core items of a sect in the Myriad Swords Star Realm before dying, and then commit suicide.
But this was not the case.
He and Ning Yunmiao, Xiao Shuyu, Wang Youquan, and others had occasionally discussed these matters, but he hadn’t heard any information concerning such a situation.
Moreover, he had tried thirty-five thousand six hundred and twenty times before he sensed the existence of the word “burial”, and others might not possess his kind of heaven-reaching wisdom.
The rewards come with a price.
His resurrection time could be shorter, and he could bring items back in an unbelievable manner without missing them, but the price he paid was “divine soul contamination”.
The next time he uses it, the ink spot will likely be larger.
However, Song Yan was temporarily unconcerned about this.
Because compared to the trouble brought by the word “burial”, the power of the “Wa Text Curse” was clearly still prevailing.
Plop… plop…
The rain poured down furiously, with the scent of blood wafting through the wind.
Song Yan collected his items, including the Red Dust Sword Gourd, one by one.
Since he confirmed that he could carry everything with him during resurrection, there was no need to pre-place the Red Dust Sword Gourd in the coffin to avoid losing it upon death.
“Continue cultivating the ’Dragon Burial Law’ and seek the first Dragon Tomb inscription that can be consumed” remained his only option.
He remembered the rusted sword at the entrance to the “Ancient Dragon Battlefield”.
He had enough Starfire Spirit Stones to enter.
However, he was not an opponent of those two “at least Profound Yellow Second Realm” masterminds.
If it were one, he might still be able to use the Red Dust Sword Gourd and Mo Luo Divine Thought to fight, but not against two.
He stood up, raised his hand to summon the coffin, but… the coffin crumbled to ashes.
After a brief thought, he threw out another coffin, reburied it deep in the earth, and awaited the next resurrection here.
He looked forward.
The cold night was bone-chilling, and ordinary cultivators might freeze immediately;
The torrential rain flowed, mixed with poisons that ordinary cultivators could not withstand.
He needed to find a place to settle down, to find a suitable identity.
The last time, it was to fish for a target that he flaunted himself in the inn to attract local thugs.
Now, he needed to stay hidden.
He needed to see the aftermath of the “Ancient Dragon Battlefield”, to see if there were suitable people to team up with to enter, and then venture in.
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In the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, being alone is always dangerous, friends always betray you, but in comparison, a long-term Dao companion offers more reliable support.
Song Yan needed to integrate here swiftly.
After leaving the burial ground, his first intention was towards finding a Dao companion.
He released his divine sense, choosing suitable targets amid the rainy night.
As time passed, he noticed several targets in the cultivator settlement near his burial ground.
The first pair was dividing their spoils and counting the Starfire Spirit Stones in their storage bags, discussing which power’s manager to bribe for joining that power and leaving the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss.
This wasn’t suitable, so Song Yan naturally didn’t choose them.
The second pair were in a bedroom, where the male cultivator’s face was twisted, and the female cultivator stood on his back, using unknown threads to manipulate the male cultivator’s limbs, making him perform various actions.
This was still not suitable; Song Yan didn’t want to be that male cultivator.
The third pair, in a particularly vibrant night-time cultivator casino, a pair of Dao companions were playing a “stone gambling” game with their opponents. This “stone gambling” was not about the “gambling on stones” Song Yan understood, but placing a heavily cursed mystical stone in a sealed container, and both parties of the same realm put their hands on the stone simultaneously; whoever withdrew first lost and had to offer the wager to the winner, and this wager was generally very high. That male cultivator was already bankrupt and was now wagering his Dao companion. Meanwhile, the female cultivator showed an expression of disdain, seemingly eager to leave her Dao companion as soon as possible.
