Cultivation through Skin Making

Chapter 673: 242. What the Demon Heart Desires, the Fisherman Profits (8.5K characters – Large Chapter, please subscribe)_3

Along with me, there were quite a few loose cultivators entering, but after busying ourselves for more than half a year, we barely found the entrance to the Second Layer. However, the ghost mist in the Second Layer is even thicker, making exploration extremely troublesome, and it’s definitely not the end.

Seeing that the consumption was huge, I temporarily withdrew and thought of the power that Aunt Han Weizi possesses. Therefore, I hoped that Uncle would lend Aunt to help your nephew out.”

From Li Xuanchan’s memory, Song Yan knew: Yin Qi is not the Evil Qi of a certain heaven and earth, but a kind of aura corresponding to the Profound Yellow Level, which is almost on the same level as “Taiyin and Taiyang.” No one knows its origin, but it appears quite easily in the Interstellar Ancient Battleground at the Profound Yellow Level.

In the closed Ancient Battleground hidden within the Rusted Sword, there is a lot of Yin Qi, gathering without dissipating. Entering requires two top-grade Starfire Spirit Stones to open the way, hoping to disperse the Yin Qi blocking the door using the Fire of Taiyin and Taiyang.

Now, if that Yin Qi has formed a Ghost Fog Barrier, the inner space could be said to have completely turned into a maze, needing mana to open a path at every turn.

Even with plenty of recovery elixir resources in the storage bag, it could never compare to Han Weizi, this “walking great tonic.”

Lu Jueyun had just finished speaking when he secretly transmitted his thoughts: ’If Han Weizi leaves, Uncle can conveniently do that good deed with Han Lingzi without worrying about sisterly feelings. As for the price, Uncle can set it freely.’

Song Yan slightly closed his eyes.

He perceived the original thoughts of Li Xuanchan.

Li Xuanchan had actually long wanted to make a move on Han Lingzi, to forcibly take her “Profound Charm Body,” while the aggressive Han Weizi kept shielding her sister, which had long annoyed Li Xuanchan.

Li Xuanchan was handsome and had no shortage of Dao companions; because of Han Weizi’s repeated gentle obstruction, he had already considered replacing her.

Just then, Lu Jueyun’s thoughts came again: ’Uncle, how about being more honest this time.

Han Weizi is of great use to me, an excellent tool, and now our two sects are initiating a disciple exchange program, how about Uncle giving Han Weizi directly to me.

The item you’ve always wanted, that Profound Yellow Second Realm treasure—the Divine Frost Shield, I’ll inform my father to give it to Uncle as the exchange for Han Weizi.

By then, with Han Lingzi and her “Profound Charm Body” by your side, you can draw on her power day and night; breaking through to the Profound Yellow Third Realm is just around the corner, so why would you still need Han Weizi?

If it were Li Xuanchan, I’m afraid he would secretly agree right now, then stage a play to trick Han Weizi into going out. Afterward, Lu Jueyun would naturally overpower her, humiliating Han Weizi. Then, Li Xuanchan could use “Han Weizi was humiliated” as an excuse to no longer recognize her as his Dao companion, leaving her with no way out. By then, with a few soft words from Lu Jueyun, coupled with the power of the Sea Break Sect, they could easily take her away. In some pre-transmigration story, Han Weizi would be a despicable villain.

However, the one coveting the Divine Frost Shield is Li Xuanchan, not him, Song Yan.

Moreover, no matter how capricious Song Yan is, he has never had the habit of treating people around him as tools for trading like commodities.

At that moment, Han Weizi’s voice came from beside Song Yan.

“Fellow Daoist Lu, it’s okay if you want my help, but any treasures or elixirs beneficial to my husband found in the Ancient Dragon Battlefield must be given to me without fail.”

Lu Jueyun laughed heartily: “Of course, of course.”

Immediately, he cupped his hands towards Song Yan and laughed: “Uncle, then may I borrow Auntie?”

Song Yan opened his eyes and said indifferently, “No borrowing.”

Lu Jueyun narrowed his eyes slightly.

Song Yan pulled Han Weizi back with one hand.

Han Weizi was stunned a bit, a nameless sweetness rising in her heart.

Lu Jueyun transmitted his thoughts: “Uncle clearly had the thought, why the sudden change of mind?”

Song Yan transmitted back: “Han Weizi is my Dao companion, how can she be borrowed?”

Lu Jueyun snorted coldly, mounted the Wind-Strangling Beast, and led his men away like a gust of wind lifting dust.

Song Yan watched his receding figure, a sly smile appearing in his heart.

Thanks to this identity, otherwise he really wouldn’t have been able to know the situation in the Ancient Dragon Battlefield so easily.

Ghost Fog Barrier?

Perpetual change?

Cannot find a path?

He had, back in those days, left markers all the way, and once the needle enters the space, it attaches silently, detectable only by him.

For him, passing through the Ghost Fog Barrier and finding the right path to enter the Third Layer is but a simple task.

However, haste makes waste; the time is not right yet.

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…

Afternoon.

The two sisters seemed to be in another argument.

After a quarrel, Han Lingzi said, “I’m going out to find a partner,” then broke through the door. But when she reached the small courtyard and saw the white-robed Elder, holding a sword and contemplating, as if perceiving something, she clenched her teeth and shouted, emphasizing “brother-in-law,” then still hurriedly made her way out.

Han Weizi hurriedly chased after her, furiously glancing at her distant sister, then looked at Song Yan apologetically: “Husband, my sister is too stubborn.”

After saying that, a hint of a vicious look flashed in her eyes, and in a lowered voice, she said: “No matter what partner my sister finds, I… I will secretly deal with him.”

Song Yan was taken aback.

Truly a classic villainess.

And he, indeed, a standard villain.

No.

Perhaps just the minor objective that the “protagonist” found by Han Lingzi needs to solve.

“It’s chaotic enough, don’t let her create more chaos!” Song Yan’s expression turned cold.

Han Weizi nodded, noticing the coldness in her husband’s eyes, and a determined look flashed across her beautiful eyes. She then flew out, intending to catch up with her sister.