Cultivation through Skin Making

Chapter 676: 243. We are… good… friends… (8.2K words – big Chapter, please subscribe)

The small courtyard.

The woman in the black dress was full of anger, looking at the voluptuous beauty on the side who was preparing incense and said, “You helped the man you fancy steal my Profound Charm Body, yet now he still hasn’t recovered. It seems his injuries are more severe than you thought.”

Han Weizi finished preparing the incense and then began grinding it in the golden grinder beside her with a “creak creak” sound. The incense she mixed not only brought greater pleasure to her lord during their time together but also nurtured his body.

As long as there were incense, ancient techniques, and secret techniques in the world that could enhance power and potential, she would spare no cost to obtain them.

As long as her lord was well, as long as he grew stronger, she would be happy.

“Little Bell, the lord is not as you think,” Han Weizi said leisurely, “You used to say that he had many women, so he only saw me as useful for a time; one day he would sell me off.

But this time? He didn’t lend me to Lu Jueyun. Even though I volunteered, he still pulled me back. I feel like he was jealous.

Moreover, on this occasion, he didn’t allow me to follow him to the Giant Dragon Battlefield. He knows I’m not good at direct combat, so he kept me here to await the sect’s Void Ship.”

Han Lingzi was momentarily speechless. She bit her lip, her lively eyes darting back and forth on the ground, and after a long while, she finally said, “He’s just deceiving you! He’s gained your trust, otherwise, how could you so wholeheartedly assist him in threatening and persuading me, leading to my foolish night of giving myself to him.”

Han Weizi set down the grinder, shook her head slightly and said, “You never saw through to his divine soul. Beneath his exterior, his divine soul is pure.”

Han Lingzi stared blankly at her and then shouted, “You’ve gone mad! Mad!”

She sighed softly and said, “Forget it… our sisterhood is nearly gone. When I return to Crane Spirit Sect this time, I’ll head back to my own world. I don’t want to see you again, nor do I want to see him.”

Han Weizi said in surprise, “Back to your own world to play with the little ones? That would be wasting time.

After all, it’s impossible to find even a trace of the Fire of Taiyin and Taiyang in your own world; do you intend to stop cultivating and make no more progress?

This world is survival of the fittest; if you don’t grow stronger, sooner or later even your own world will face catastrophe, maybe you’ll be refined into an artifact.”

Han Lingzi said coldly, “You better manage your good lord, and hope he comes back alive.”

She emphasized the word “alive” heavily.

Han Weizi was not angry; she mixed the powdered incense, blending several kinds of incense, and said sweetly, “If he lives, I live. If he dies, I will avenge him, and then follow him.”

“Gone mad!”

“You’ve gone mad for a man!”

Han Lingzi turned angrily and rushed to the door.

The door opened.

With a “bang” sound.

…

…

The Celestial Wind Wooden Sword tore through the Explosive Talisman Blood River.

Song Yan plunged into it.

Before leaving, he glanced in the direction of the Blood River.

The corpse wrapped in dense talismans was still there, but the Jade Scroll in its embrace had disappeared, evidently taken by a cultivator who came to investigate, perhaps Lu Jueyun.

Swoosh!

His figure appeared in a dense forest.

The ghostly mist had cleared away; here birds chirped and flowers bloomed, plants grew wildly, and with careful searching, many legendary Exotic Flowers and Herbs could be found.

The tombstones of “Hanshan Zhenren” and “Fragrant Bone Lady” were still at his feet, aside from that…

Song Yan’s pupils shrank.

The ground beneath him was suddenly filled with gray-black “eggs.”

Within those “eggs” flowed a suffocating cold, murky air.

Just one glance made Song Yan feel a rare sensation of his scalp tingling, that creepy feeling was very much like the bit of coldness rising in his divine soul.

Eggs, that is, chicken eggs.

Eggs unopened, inside they are unformed, and indistinct.

The insides of these gray-black eggs were the same.

Song Yan suddenly turned his head, looking at one of them.

Inside lay an “acquaintance.”

This acquaintance was one of the eight Wind-Strangling Knights under Lu Jueyun.

At this moment, the person was still struggling, yet Song Yan could see his “body,” “divine soul,” and “divine thought” were separating.

The three were apart yet overlapping, like one person with three heads stacked together, pulling madly, looking bizarre and creepy.

He looked at another one.

Also an acquaintance!

Previously his companion when he was Song Yan from Han Clan — Wu Sheng.

Wu Sheng must have been soaking for a longer time.

His “body,” “divine soul,” and “divine thought” were almost completely torn apart, and his body was enveloped by a cloud of murky air, transforming into something that Song Yan found hauntingly familiar — Netherworld transformation!

That divine thought was also enveloped by murky air, detaching completely from the body, divine soul, while similarly transforming into something familiar to Song Yan — Celestial Demon!

As for the divine soul, Song Yan was even more familiar with it.

The divine soul was like it had grown mold; from the middle, cold hands reached out, very much like what was in his divine soul at the moment.

’What the hell is this?’

’I know Netherworld creatures, Celestial Demons all come from the Five Spirits Celestial Demon Palace, and the Five Spirits Celestial Demon Palace is a new power in the history of the Great Thousand Worlds, so… is there also an influence of the Five Spirits Celestial Demon Palace here?’

’No, Netherworld creatures, Celestial Demons aren’t formed so easily, yet here they are forming at the same time.’

’What on earth is this?’

Even though Song Yan was well-informed and knowledgeable, he couldn’t help but have various doubts, exclaiming secretly.