Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 753 - 264. Turning Guest into Host, Goodbye Senior Sister (7.0K words - Subscription Requested)

Chapter 753: 264. Turning Guest into Host, Goodbye Senior Sister (7.0K words – Subscription Requested)

Thirty years later…

An ancient bronze ship, dragged by three cranes, made a brief stop in the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, then swiftly set sail towards the nearby Western Nether Realm.

As the ship sailed away, Ming Ruyin slightly turned back, her gaze sweeping over the overwhelming rusted swords. She then withdrew her gaze, beginning to ponder some questions.

It is better sooner than later; thus, without counting the cost, she accelerated, or else she would have had to wait fifteen years to arrive here.

She must arrive earlier than the Ning family’s elder and younger, and then make arrangements ahead of time.

Ning Daozhen’s power is unfathomable. Ning Yunmiao also possesses extraordinary talent, and if she guessed correctly, should be one small realm higher than her, reaching the late stage of Realm Spirit Realm.

“Song… Yan.”

She enunciated these two words, then murmured, “This child must have a secret, and his ancestry is indeed interesting.

Now I return to the Western Nether Realm; Xiao Changye should just be beginning to drain that Cultivation Profound Land, this matter can allow him to take it slowly…

The two from the Ning family will arrive in at least fifteen years, and fifteen years should be enough for Xiao Changye to create a facade of peace and make it appear like a scene of singing and dancing.”

Her expression was melancholic, feeling the starlight that flickered past the window, she continued pondering: “Must give that boy a safe illusion, otherwise he won’t come out.

Then… let Xiao Changye seek refuge with the Ning family. The Ning family prefers the principle of rather shattering jade than preserving tiles, and is fond of prodigal sons returning home. As long as Xiao Changye shows suffering from his Tyrant’s Talisman, the Ning family will accept him.”

“Hmm… the forbidden pillar has to be dismantled.”

Thinking, Ming Ruyin perhaps felt a bit tired, waved her hand to reveal a jade platform, she seated comfortably on it, reached into the void and grabbed a preserved corpse of a mighty figure, the corpse was cleaned spotlessly, clad with nothing, all hair removed, even the organs had undergone a purification process.

In mid-air, a giant hand appeared, squeezing the corpse tightly, causing it to start seeping blood.

Drip…

Drip…

Each drop of blood fell like blood rain from the rusted swords in the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, akin to ruby-colored fine wine poured from the mouth of a bottle into the crystal cup held by those five fingers, slowly filling to the brim.

Ming Ruyin leaned in, pressed her red lips to take a sip, before putting the corpse back into her personal space, starting to enjoy this ’fine wine’ and tranquil time.

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“Demon… Demon! You have committed countless crimes! The… Celestial Marvel Sword Palace will not spare you!”

“Ah!”

Amid tragic cries, another cultivator was evaporated.

Song Yan spread his hands, looked up, and sighed comfortably, feeling his growing strength.

In thirty years, he had consumed two-thirds of the Changfeng Immortal Dynasty and its affiliated sects, except for some who, disregarding all costs, risked escaping into the starry sky, and some who hid away; the rest had been entirely absorbed by him.

Since those who saw him often died instantly, while those who fled only vaguely knew there was a terrifying demon wreaking havoc, thus… no one could accurately know the current situation, not even determining if the Changye Emperor was dead or alive, let alone knowing who this terrifying demon was.

Sensing the array outside the stone gate, inside there were many presences.

Song Yan slightly probed, and within, he saw men, women, and children, with varying levels of cultivation but one common trait: beauty…

Song Yan casually slashed, shattering the array.

This slash wielded a Spirit Treasure Divine Sword obtained from the Changfeng Immortal Dynasty.

After slashing, Song Yan departed.

Those imprisoned within, for Changfeng Immortal Dynasty’s pleasure, would hesitantly observe for some time before leaving on their own after the restraints were gone.

These people were too weak, even absorbing them was meaningless.

At this moment, he headed to another unexplored area.

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On the road…

Song Yan touched the Qi Box in his chest, inside it contained a Personal Secret Realm, housing the Han family sisters, Little Bing, Hua Xianggu, Xiao Hanshan, and others.

He looked again at his realm, “Realm Spirit Early Stage” had directly advanced to “Realm Spirit Late Stage,” achieved by exchanging many cultivators of the Divinity Transformation Realm in a level five Cultivation Profound Land above.

No obstacles, I am the knife and you are the fish meat, consume enough, and by relying on ’Words Fulfill Deeds’, where is the bottleneck? There is only… a lack of quantity and quality of what is consumed.

He glanced at the panel again.

“[Realm Spirit]” was marked by three question marks.

As he looked, the displayed information presented answers he had never seen.

[This Realm Spirit possesses independent consciousness, which is quite powerful and has never been recorded]

[This Realm Spirit is indeed your Realm Spirit]

[This Realm Spirit was not born because of you, you cannot name it]

Song Yan squinted at the “three question marks”; were it not for the second line of information, he had already begun considering ways to rid this thing, even though self-lowering his realm, he had prepared for it.

Re-cultivating anew would be better than having something inside that could kill you at any time, right?

But the first line and third line of information overturned the speculation that “this Realm Spirit belongs to the Wa Saint.”

He didn’t quite understand.

However, he only saw his realm reach “Realm Spirit Late Stage,” his Realm Spirit should have already produced “many descendants, starting to form the Spirit Race,” yet… his Realm Spirit was still asleep.

This led Song Yan to sometimes send thoughts over to conduct “catalysis,” but the little White Tiger either disdained him or slept deeply, simply ignoring him, and he had no way to deal with this ancestor.

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Days later…

In the distance, the Immortal Mountain appeared lively.

Blood-colored forbidden stakes loomed amidst the clouds and mist, yet externally, they were cloaked in illusion techniques, causing the mist to spread in shades of not blood but… gold.