Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 680 - 243. We are... good... friends... (8.2K words - big Chapter, please subscribe)_5
Chapter 680: 243. We are… good… friends… (8.2K words – big Chapter, please subscribe)_5
This is his good friend.
How could his good friend harm him?
He took out the Mysterious Elixir and swallowed a bite; a faint feeling of recovery welled up in his heart, but the effect was insufficient.
“Brother Hanshan, I’ll be on my way,” said Song Yan.
Xiao Hanshan’s finger was pointed at Lu Jueyun’s forehead, the latter writhing in agony as if in a nightmare. Xiao Hanshan said, “Old Li, if I dig out this kid’s background, I will definitely come and tell you.
If you want to find us, we are right here, come anytime. Anyway, my sister Fragrant Bone and I are fishing here, we’re not going anywhere.
Surely there will be cultivators coming over these days, you’ll go out quietly, don’t let anyone notice, otherwise there will definitely be trouble.”
Song Yan nodded, walked a few steps, and suddenly stopped, glancing to one side at the chicken, only to see a female corpse lying inside.
The female corpse wore a bronze ghost face on one half, with the other half being exceedingly beautiful. Now her body, soul thought, and spirit were almost completely separated; body becomes netherworld carcass, thought becomes celestial demon thought, and soul presented a filthy color…
Isn’t this none other than Yin Jiuqiao?
Fragrant Bone said, “Old Li, do you like this ghost cultivator? Later, I will coax her, saying you were her master in life, and let her follow you.”
Song Yan said, “How could that be?”
Fragrant Bone said, “What’s there to ’can or cannot’ between us?”
Song Yan said, “Forget it.”
Fragrant Bone said, “Don’t be polite with us, when you’re here, it’s as if you’re at your own home, take what you fancy.”
Song Yan turned and left.
The place that had once killed him instantly, just because of a simple phrase “we are good friends,” had become the safest place.
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Han Weizi’s bed was not only Song Yan’s haven of happiness but also transformed into his sacred place for healing and recovery.
In repeated collisions, Han Weizi softly stroked Song Yan’s spine, the fingertips slightly bright, like lamps lit in the night awaiting the return of someone. These lamps absorbed all the wonderful power around and sent it into Song Yan’s body.
The recovery speed was far greater than that of the Mysterious Elixir, hundreds and thousands of times over.
Song Yan’s weakness rapidly recovered, and the faint fragrance surrounding him lifted his spirits.
In just one night’s time, he had replenished his condition.
Yet, Han Weizi didn’t expect him to “consume” so much; now she seemed quite weak.
It was the first time Song Yan experienced such great joy from a woman, and the first time he felt a woman could be so useful to him. What was rare was that this woman loved him wholeheartedly.
Though it lacked righteousness, there was a loyal infatuation; but what does that matter?
He was a demon, indeed a villain.
A male villain with a female villain, just right.
He gently embraced the lady in his arms, softly said, “You were worried during this time.”
Han Weizi closed her eyes, happily lying in his arms, and said, “I always knew lord wouldn’t be in trouble.”
She certainly wouldn’t speak ominous words at this time, wouldn’t say “If lord dies, I will avenge you, and then follow you.”
As the two pressed close, flames burned in waves, invading and annihilating, casting a harmonious sense of integration deep into their flesh and divine souls.
Han Weizi perceived her man’s weakness, her heart aching, wanting to ask, “Have you recovered to the Profound Yellow Second Realm,” but the words were yet to be spoken.
Because she didn’t need to ask to know the answer.
How could the man, so feeble, have recovered?
Song Yan felt at ease in his heart, rare in his chance to sleep embraced with the lady.
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Entangled for several days…
Song Yan fully recovered.
Once again, he carefully instructed Han Weizi, “Make sure nobody knows I visited the Giant Dragon Secret Realm, or there will be endless trouble,” then left again under the cover of night.
Han Weizi naturally sought her sister, conveying Song Yan’s words.
Though Han Lingzi detested the villain who took her body, she knew now that the three would thrive together, refrained from foolish actions.
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Song Yan returned to the depths of the Ancient Dragon Battlefield, searching for elixir to rapidly heal his body’s injuries with Heaven-Reaching Wisdom.
There were many cultivators lured here by Master Hanshan and Lady Fragrant Bone, plus as this was an ancient battlefield, treasures remained in abundance.
Before long, Song Yan felt his body was completely restored.
A slight movement, the Ice Prison Realm activated, surrounding temperatures plummeted, all things froze rapidly as if time stood still.
To one side, Master Hanshan thought darkly, “Old Li’s power isn’t impressive,” yet still clapped in praise, then said, “That kid indeed knows a lot of things that are unfavorable to you; all of it is here.”
Speaking, he held up a Jade Scroll recording thoughts.
Song Yan grabbed the Jade Scroll, instantly, snippets of the Divine Thought extracted from Lu Jueyun surged into his mind.
After a long time, he put down the Jade Scroll, displayed a cold expression, then wickedly smiled at Master Hanshan, saying, “Brother Hanshan, are you interested in swallowing up three sects? Take over their leaders, turn them all into our people?”
Master Hanshan slapped his thigh, “Of course, but…”
Song Yan said, “How does our ghost cultivator’s training cycle calculate?”
Master Hanshan didn’t hold back, “Profound Yellow First Realm takes ten years, Profound Yellow Second Realm takes about fifty years.”
Song Yan recalled long ago, seemingly in that Puppet Sect, it seemed the original Peak Master on Shadow Puppet Peak called Double-Faced, and Double-Faced seemed to anticipate nothing but war between sects, the more chaotic, the better, because chaos would lead to death, and the dead would become ghost cultivators.
Now… it’s his turn.
