Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 756 - 264. Turn the Tables, Meeting Martial Sister Again (7.0K Characters - Please Subscribe)_4

Chapter 756: 264. Turn the Tables, Meeting Martial Sister Again (7.0K Characters – Please Subscribe)_4

Ming Ruyin’s eyes darted around, and she inexplicably felt a life-threatening danger.

A being capable of wielding the Wa Saint’s power to kill—she stood no chance against it.

If it were anyone else, she might consider it a coincidence, but Song Yan was someone so terrifying in his past life that even Liu Venerable couldn’t see through him; nothing that happened to him could be mere coincidence.

Pa…

She involuntarily stepped back half a step, her shoe kicking a small pebble, which spun around and struck a half-pried-off broken brick nearby.

Her mind was left with just one thought: ’Definitely don’t go up against Song Yan, first hide, wait for the two from the Ning Family to arrive, and watch the situation unfold, stirring up discord if necessary.’

’No… or maybe, just run first, this matter has already exceeded what I can handle.’

’A monster capable of using the power of a Saint could easily kill me in an instant.’

Just then, footsteps came from behind her.

The footsteps, unrestrained, approached with a calm and arrogant air, then stopped behind her.

Ming Ruyin didn’t even use her Divine Sense to scan; instead, mechanically she turned her head, only to see darkness, and that black-clad man smiling at her.

The man smiled happily, revealing sharp teeth, eyes that seemed to peer into one’s soul, and mockingly asked, “Did you see it all?”

Ming Ruyin hadn’t felt fear in a long time.

But at this moment, she felt her heart stop.

She clearly came to set a trap, like a cat seeking out a mouse, to find Song Yan. Why… at this moment, did she feel like the mouse?

Bang!!

Without replying, she turned and took a step, but hadn’t moved far before a massive force bore down from the space in front of her.

Alarmed, she raised a hand and a giant seal to block it, the seal reversing with a howl, as if pushing out an entire world, shattering the space here.

This wasn’t over; the bottom of the seal suddenly split open, transforming into a mouth full of fierce fangs, a bloody maw radiating a foul wind—this was her Realm Spirit: the Square Heaven Beast.

Previously, she had used this suddenly emerging giant mouth to swallow half the body of a Ghost Cultivator named Mo Chen from the Cyan Nether Merchant Association headquarters, decisively settling victory and defeat, life and death.

However, not this time.

The Square Heaven Beast in her hand hadn’t fully emerged when her pupils contracted tightly, nearly screaming in fright!

Because around that black-clad man, a small white hand suddenly appeared!

As soon as this small hand appeared, the Square Heaven Beast hurriedly closed its mouth in terror.

Ming Ruyin withdrew all her power, looking at the descending large hand opposite with a face of despair.

She could feel that his Realm was actually higher than hers!

It was almost like a dream; before, when Song Yan was still in the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, he was only at the Profound Yellow First Realm, and to overpower her, he would need to be at least in the late stage of the Profound Yellow Third Realm.

But it wasn’t this big hand she feared, it was that white small hand beside it.

One attack was like thunder, yet the other retracted in mid-air.

The result was obvious…

Song Yan’s big hand grasped Ming Ruyin’s neck.

Seeing the white hand disappear, Ming Ruyin was overjoyed, thinking he deliberately held back, hurriedly saying, “We can talk.”

“Sure.”

Song Yan sneered, then slightly clenched his five fingers, power surging out. He always felt that “talking during battle is as useless as farting; whoever seriously listens to farting, whoever believes it, is a fool.”

Boom!

Ming Ruyin felt her soul loosen, her full body’s strength instantly reduced by thirty percent.

Even Song Yan didn’t expect that he hadn’t managed to kill Ming Ruyin.

Ming Ruyin hurriedly struggled, while Song Yan looked down at her from above, warmly saying, “Don’t resist, if I wanted to kill you I would have done it just now.”

After saying so, Song Yan prepared to strike again with full force.

And just then, something surprising happened to everyone.

A sharp light tore through the Void, descending from the sky, emitting divine radiance mixed with the chaotic emotions of the seven human desires and emotions, stopping just half a foot away from Song Yan’s brow.

But that light also paused half a foot from Song Yan’s brow.

Behind the light, a cool and cold hemp-clad figure slowly appeared, barefooted toes peeking out from straw sandals, she stepped lightly, stopping opposite Song Yan.

That hand wielded a flying sword, those eyes coldly gazing at Song Yan.

Ming Ruyin looked at Ning Yunmiao in astonishment, who was supposed to arrive only fifteen years later; she couldn’t understand why Ning Yunmiao had arrived so early.

Was she always traveling through the Void?

And, has Ning Daozhen arrived?

She glanced around.

Ning Yunmiao said, “My grandfather hasn’t arrived yet.”

She spoke, her eyes still on Song Yan, observing the black, ghostly, terrifying man whose aura had changed so much from before.

Their gazes met, and scenes of past memories naturally surfaced.

——

“Should there ever come a day when I find out you’ve secretly cultivated such wicked and twisted things, no matter where you run to, I’ll personally strike you down!”

“Senior Sister, I will never touch those things.”

——

“Senior Sister is here, it’s okay now, you eat slowly, I’ll handle the rest.”

——

“Senior Sister, this treasure hunt was the happiest I’ve ever had in my life. I’ve never felt so relaxed…”

“Why don’t you call me wife?”

“In a moment of bold bravery, I dared to pester you; now that I’m calm, I’m afraid if I call you might get angry.”

“Go ahead and call.”

——

“No practice is inherently good or evil, that label depends on the person. You cultivated evil technique to survive, I won’t blame you, but if we meet a hundred years later, I hope to see a righteous Sword Cultivator.”

“Junior Brother understands.”

——

…

Not far away, Han Weizi nervously clenched her fists; a woman’s intuition told her, in the female cultivator pointing the sword at her lord, there was a glimpse of “his past”.

The thing she feared most had finally happened.

Han Lingzi ran up, stood beside Song Yan, glaring fiercely at Ning Yunmiao opposite, with the remains of slaughter’s bloodthirsty aura around her, looking… not much like a good person.

As for Xiao Hanshan or Hua Xianggu, they were even less to mention.

However, these numerous villains stood behind Song Yan, facing the female cultivator bathed in heavenly light across from them.

“I’m not sure if you’re willing to come back, but if my grandfather arrives, you won’t have a choice. So, I came early, originally just to tell you—either come back to the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace with me, or leave quickly.”

Ning Yunmiao spoke, but the sword pointing at Song Yan’s brow didn’t relax a bit. Clearly, those words were not meant for the Song Yan of today, she was just expressing why she had come early.