Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 698 - 247. The Ancestor Entrusts the Orphan, Stirring Waves, Calmly Welcoming and Farewelling (8.1K Words - Major Chapter, Please Subscribe)_5
Chapter 698: 247. The Ancestor Entrusts the Orphan, Stirring Waves, Calmly Welcoming and Farewelling (8.1K Words – Major Chapter, Please Subscribe)_5
Though there was the nourishment of the “World-Purifying White Lotus Seed,” the reversal of this cause and effect out of thin air truly requires a great cost.
He is still extremely, extremely weak now, and the “Wa” character in his Lifebound Talisman is still restless.
He either needs to quickly find a way to enhance his power, or… he has to seek out the Dragon Tomb.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a soft, hesitant voice.
“Husband…”
It was Han Weizi.
Song Yan glanced at his current appearance and said, “Come in.”
The door pushed open, Han Weizi walked in, and upon seeing the young man on the bed, she was struck as if by lightning, rooted to the spot.
“You… you…” The beautiful woman had a multitude of complex expressions on her face, “You’re not Xuanchan!”
She became angry.
Song Yan smiled bitterly and said, “I am.”
Immediately, he recounted some private matters known to them both, yet the beautiful woman still found it hard to believe, her large beautiful eyes widened in vigilance as she looked at him, backing against the door with her full hips and collarbone. She wished to retreat, but there was nowhere to retreat.
Song Yan gestured and said, “Little Wei’er, heal me first, and I will explain to you slowly.”
Han Weizi remained unmoved, because in her eyes this cultivator, with the appearance of a young man, was simply not her husband. But if the days of joy spent together were actually with this young man, then….
She could hardly believe it, her mind buzzing, countless thoughts flying past her like arrows.
Song Yan slightly tilted his head, a hint of reminiscence in his expression, and then said, “I was once injured in the past, and afterwards, I used a Forbidden Technique to extract and replenish my soul, and then I found you to become my Taoist partner…”
Han Weizi’s expression shifted slightly, and she asked, “Then why didn’t you tell me?”
Song Yan said, “Because after supplementing my soul, I felt that I was no longer myself, and so I was extremely afraid. To avoid suspicion of being possessed, I tried as much as possible to act like my original self, including in my interactions with you…”
As he spoke, he sighed lightly and said, “Forget it, you can leave.”
Han Weizi bit her lip, thought for a moment, walked over to Song Yan’s side, moved her fingers gently, lit a lamp, and brushed over Song Yan’s clothing.
A sense of restoration spread through Song Yan’s body and mind.
Han Weizi, in turn, weakened rapidly.
In the past, she would be so exhausted that even moving a finger was hard, yet at this moment she still held on, “The ancestor acknowledged you, which means you must be Xuanchan, but… let me think about it.”
“Hmm, I’ll wait for you.”
Han Weizi pressed her long legs tightly together, sat at the bedside, rested briefly, and after a slight recovery, immediately left.
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Afterwards, for a period of time, Han Weizi visited occasionally to restore Song Yan’s injuries, while also carefully investigating Xuanchan’s past with Han Lingzi.
This investigation would have been alright, but upon probing, the two women immediately learned that “Li Xuanchan was indeed seriously injured before taking Han Weizi as a Taoist partner, and his personality drastically changed for a short period before reverting.”
Han Lingzi was astonished and said, “Could it really be like he said?”
Han Weizi’s brow twitched in surprise and she said, “Then… the one who was good to me, and took away your Profound Charm Body bell, was actually him? It’s just that using that Forbidden Technique must have left side effects, and very likely the personality of the soul transformed into someone else… This person is Li Xuanchan, but in fact, isn’t.”
Han Lingzi suddenly took out a Jade Scroll and said, “Sister, take a look, this was given to me by him earlier, saying it can restore the Divine Soul. Initially, I didn’t pay attention, but now looking at it, it seems likely that Li Xuanchan used this magic technique to address the Divine Soul’s split problem.”
Han Weizi took it, explored for a moment, and said, “Corpse Cutting Technique?”
Han Lingzi said, “Exactly, do you remember the day you followed me out and a major battle erupted in the courtyard?
Li Xuanchan said he killed one of my followers.
But to exchange blows with him and force him into a tricky situation, he shouldn’t be weak.
After I returned to the Western Nether Realm, I contacted several cultivators who had pursued me before, but… not one of them died.
So, I suspect that Li Xuanchan didn’t kill any follower that day, he merely reintegrated with the corpse he had previously cut out.”
Finishing, Han Lingzi suddenly asked curiously, “Sister, what does Li Xuanchan look like these days?”
Han Weizi raised her hand with a wave, and her Divine Thought projected into the air, rendering the appearance of the “new husband” she saw.
Immediately, a frail youth lying on the couch appeared.
Han Lingzi said, “Much more pleasing to the eye than the original Li Xuanchan.”
Han Weizi argued, “The original Xuanchan was much more handsome, this one is quite lacking.”
Han Lingzi said, “Previously, whenever I saw Li Xuanchan, I was furious, felt disgusted, deceitful, obnoxious; but now, looking at this one, he seems pretty clean, quite… quite…”
She suddenly stuttered.
Han Weizi asked in surprise, “Little Bell, what’s wrong?”
Han Lingzi pointed at the shadow in mid-air, and suddenly a scene sprang to mind:
The torrential rain, midnight, she was drenched like a drowned rat, walking in the desolate place known as the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, thinking about finding a partner to deal with her sister and brother-in-law.
That’s what she thought, but she didn’t think she could do it. After all, how could she possibly find a suitable partner in the dead of night, in this heavy rain?
But just at that moment, she saw someone walk through the rain, pulling on their soaked hood, walking like a ghost in that desolate place. Just seeing that person for an instant, she felt something.
Because she felt that person was so lonely, just like her. As she approached, that person immediately drew a Flying Sword cautiously, pointing it directly at her, indicating she shouldn’t come any closer.
She remembered that person’s face…
“Damn it!”
Han Lingzi couldn’t help but curse out loud, then angrily said, “Let’s go, find him! This is infuriating!!”
