Cultivation through Skin Making

Chapter 678: 243. We are… good… friends… (8.2K words – big Chapter, please subscribe)_3

Xiao Hanshan frowned and said, “It’s a pity I only inherited a bit of power from the true Hanshan, otherwise I wouldn’t be so worried.”

Hua Xianggu said, “Let’s head back first.”

The two quickly dove into the Blood Rune River. At the river’s end, Xiao Hanshan suddenly reached out, snatching a Jade Scroll from Lu Jueyun’s arms, and casually tossed it into the skeleton’s embrace.

This item is a massive trap that can be detonated.

Only experts can take this item.

When the time comes and they face off, they can directly detonate the Jade Scroll and injure that expert before the battle begins.

That’s all.

As for the “Three Tribulations Celestial Thunder Pearl,” it was mass-produced, and it was genuine.

A mix of real and fake, that’s how you deceive the cultivators who come here.

Suddenly, Hua Xianggu sniffed the air, slightly frowning.

Xiao Hanshan asked, “What’s wrong?”

Hua Xianggu chuckled and said, “There’s a scent of an unfamiliar man. This little mouse is clever, sneaking in while we were away, haha, interesting.”

Xiao Hanshan snorted coldly, stepping forward as space quaked, vanishing instantly into the depths of this world.

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“It’s you… Li Xuanchan…”

Before Xiao Hanshan could speak, Lu Jueyun, who was held within the Three Thousand Sentiment Threads Array by him, had already recognized the cultivator before the giant dragon.

Lu Jueyun was now plunged into utter despair. Looking at Li Xuanchan, an inexplicable hatred suddenly surged in his heart.

“If you had lent me Han Weizi, I might have had a chance to escape!”

“Now, you can die with me!”

After saying this, he meticulously revealed the background of the Crane Spirit Sect Elder before Xiao Hanshan, saying, “True Hanshan, this person was in the Profound Yellow Second Realm before, and now he’s severely injured. With your power, you can swiftly take him down.”

Song Yan swept his gaze over the incoming people, and the distant bell sounds and the female cultivator in pink gauze, feeling anxious.

He never expected them to return so quickly.

Originally, he wasn’t worried because even if he died, he could completely revive at the coffin.

However, everything has changed now. If he dies again, the “burial” word in him will inevitably expand, and now the “burial” word has already expanded to such an extent. If it expands further, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought to himself, ’Not good!’

Because at that moment of distraction, the “burial” word had already broken through the gray ring formed by his “freedom,” polluting outward.

Xiao Hanshan looked intently at Song Yan, smiling faintly, “Self-proclaimed cleverness, walking into the trap, you’ve saved us some effort.”

Song Yan’s mind was racing to the extreme.

A scene of “three powers in balance” naturally appeared in his mind.

In the Three Kingdoms, only the second and third can join forces against the first to stabilize.

Before, he used “burial” to suppress “Nuwa,” now… with the “burial” word growing, why can’t he use “Nuwa” to suppress “burial” again?

Thinking of this, a sense of enlightenment flooded his heart.

He immediately used the gray ring to touch the white dot.

At the moment of active contact, an intense and extreme coldness surged through his Divine Soul.

Song Yan utilized this cold power, saying, “True Hanshan…”

With those four words, the True Hanshan, who was about to act, suddenly stopped, an irresistible urge rising in his heart: he must hear what this person in front of him has to say!

Song Yan continued, “We…”

At this moment, Song Yan also felt a sense of being stuck in a dilemma, with only one strong impulse left in his heart: no matter what, he must finish this sentence!

True Hanshan craned his neck, determined to hear the sentence even if it cost his life.

Song Yan continued, “Are…”

True Hanshan widened his eyes, staring intently at him.

Song Yan was extremely pained.

Currently, he felt like he was standing before countless paths, and the next word he said would establish a cause and effect, even turning something nonexistent into reality.

However, whenever there’s speech, there must be a price.

If he dared to utter something exaggerated, the power belonging to “Nuwa” would instantly devour him.

If he dared to say “you’re dead,” then True Hanshan would surely die, but… he would also suffer backlash, thereby turning the currently second weakest “white dot” into the strongest.

Lu Jueyun, sensing the bizarre scene, said, “True man, kill him!”

Song Yan gritted his teeth, determined to choose the “technique of realizing words” that had the least cost to speak.

“Good…”

“Friend…”

The three words were almost uttered through gritted teeth, and once spoken, the blackness that intended to breach the gray ring inside him was suddenly yanked back by the soaring white from within, retreating hurriedly.

Lu Jueyun laughed broadly, “Li Xuanchan, have you gone mad? You think this will work…”

Before the words were finished, a completely unexpected scene unfolded.

A look of realization slowly appeared in True Hanshan’s wide eyes as he looked at Song Yan, pointing at him, “You… you… you’re also a Ghost Cultivator!”

Song Yan’s eyes lit up.

After he told True Hanshan, “We are good friends,” it seemed like he and the Ghost Cultivator before him shared a kind of unique bond between men.

If the power of the “burial” word relates to death, then the power of the “Nuwa” word is creation, more accurately — realizing words as truth.

He nodded deeply and said, “I am.”

True Hanshan said, “I don’t know why, but at first glance at you, I felt a comradeship of fellow weary travelers.”

Song Yan said, “I feel the same.”

True Hanshan said, “I’ve always been searching for where I came from and where I’m going, but other than Hua Xianggu, I’ve yet to meet a second of my kind.”