Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 781 - 272. Not out of the Sea of Suffering, falling into the vast world (7.4K words - seeking subscription)_2
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Chapter 781: 272. Not out of the Sea of Suffering, falling into the vast world (7.4K words – seeking subscription)_2
Finally, Ning Yunmiao finished expressing her worries and fears, but she didn’t have much of a solution. Not only she herself didn’t have one, she believed no one else could either. She and Song Yan being able to escape from the pursuit of the Blood River Sect’s people was already impressive. If the world was a chessboard, she feared that she and Song Yan wouldn’t even qualify to step onto it.
In the end, she softly said, “Evil cannot triumph over good. I still believe in the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace. We’re just staying out of the limelight for now. When the senior uncles have cleared out the Blood River Sect people, we can return. By then, you can rightfully reclaim your name.”
Song Yan nodded, “There will certainly be such a day.”
Ning Yunmiao nudged him, “You’re coaxing a child again!”
Song Yan asked in surprise, “Isn’t that so?”
Ning Yunmiao said, “I mean, that’s not what you’re really thinking, but you’re coaxing me.”
Song Yan took a deep breath, straightened his expression, and raised his hand to swear, “I swear I’m not coaxing my senior sister.”
Ning Yunmiao left, half believing, half doubting.
Song Yan put his hand down.
Those who knew him knew that if he didn’t swear, it was fine; but if he swore, he was definitely lying.
However, the senior sister who was once like a cold and beautiful goddess to him, able to protect him, was nothing more than a “world-weary Su Yao” after shedding that hard shell.
They were equally naive.
This much, Song Yan had understood during the time he spent with his senior sister and working together once.
Let’s put it this way, if power was equalized, his senior sister would be toyed with by the likes of Di Cunxin and the “Celestial Venerable” Yun Zhaoxuan.
Of course…
Besides the lovely Po Xu Yuzhuang and Xiao Bing, and the worried Ning Yunmiao, there were also the Han Family sisters these days.
Sometimes, little Wei’Er would come over, lift her fragrantly scented skirt, reveal her soft and tender hips, then slowly wrap around the little gentleman…
When she’s in a good mood, she would silently endure, gritting her teeth without making a sound.
In contrast, Little Bells was entirely different, she was bold in love and hate, expressing her joy loudly.
She would shout happily until she was exhausted, then slowly retreat…
Song Yan enjoyed it all.
Little Wei’Er and Little Bells always brought him pure happiness.
He didn’t like taking risks.
So like this, even if it continued for ten thousand years, a million years, it would be just fine.
…
…
When the third Other Shore Flower bloomed, Song Yan felt the speed of “purification” increasing, and his ability to make wishes also correspondingly strengthened.
Song Yan made the first wish unrelated to his own cultivation.
He said, “Let a Profound Yellow Cultivator inadvertently come to my side.”
…
…
More than thirty years later…
Two Void Ships pierced through the sky.
These two Void Ships were not as large as the Nine Cranes Void Ship, but were in the simple “dugout” style, with a bronze sheen, and within the cracks were driving star fires, surrounded by simple Void Ship Array Shields to isolate void creatures, preventing excessive consumption during the journey.
The prow of one Void Ship was an image of a six-armed Immortal bending a bow and nocking an arrow, while the other was an image of a three-headed Killing God Demon holding a saber, body stained with blood.
The image of the people on the ships bore certain similarities to the images on the prows: a male cultivator with a bow and embroidered with mysterious star patterns, and a Butcher cultivator holding a Blood Slaughter Saber, surrounded by a menacing aura.
The bow-wielding male cultivator said, “This place is already the edge of the Southern Star Abyss, pursuing further holds no meaning.”
The Butcher swept his Divine Sense, found no ambush, then exhaled, “Finally stopped,” and then said, “Just give me a copy of that map, and today’s matter is over.
I don’t want to waste energy on you. All that talk about Righteous Dao against demonic paths is for fools. I’ve never cared. The feud between you and me is because I have my eyes on that map.”
His triangular eyes gleamed fiercely, and he said slowly, “You wouldn’t want to fight to the death over a map, would you?”
The bow-wielding male cultivator said, “Even the Nine Heavens Map is mostly useless, just the tip of the iceberg. Why must you doggedly pursue me?”
The Butcher said, “Nonsense! If I didn’t know that the map in your hand was a fragment of the Nine Heavens First Heaven Purple Cloud Heaven map, would I pursue you?”
After speaking, he smirked, causing his whiskers to raise, sneering coldly, “What bullshit Righteous Dao, hypocritical!”
The bow-wielding male cultivator, seeing his secret revealed, directly said, “Since you know this is the First Heaven Purple Cloud Heaven map fragment, its value even surpassing the Visualization Map. So how could I possibly give it to you?”
The Butcher grumbled, “I know, I know, you’re just worried we’d all end up going to the same place in the First Heaven… Now things have come to this, we might as well team up, and the problem will be solved.”
The bow-wielding man remained silent.
The Butcher furrowed his brows, thought for a moment, then fished out a black jade bottle from his bosom, weighing it, he said, “Purple Sky Yin Crossing Pill, it’s from Purple Cloud Heaven. Taking one allows you to walk through Yin Qi for over a month. I offer this pill in exchange for a copy, is that enough?”
Seeing the bow-wielding man still silent, the Butcher snorted coldly, “Fine, if you want to fight, let’s fight.”
The bow-wielding man said, “Open the stopper, let me smell it.”
The Butcher’s expression softened a bit, he slightly opened it, then waved his hand.
The bow-wielding man sniffed a few times, frowned and said, “Why is there nothing?”
The Butcher tossed the black jade bottle over, saying, “This item, I have three bottles total, showing you one is enough to show my sincerity.”
The bow-wielding man, while vigilantly eyeing the Butcher, raised his hand to receive the black jade bottle, then grasped it in his fingers.
This time he detected a faint medicinal scent, filled with Yang Qi, dispelling the cold Yin… but very faint, so faint it didn’t quite seem like the Purple Sky Yin Crossing Pill.


