Cultivation through Skin Making

Chapter 441: 187. The Divine Calms Souls Strong Enemies Arrive Together (8.0K Words - Major Chapter Subscription Requested)


The cave had long been isolated by Song Yan, inside were Po Xu's Crimson Flowers, the Yin Mansion Sacrificial Array, and the Netherworld Corpse Demon being crafted; outside was a vast Immortal Cave Mansion. The inside and outside were separated by an Illusion Technique Array, so even if someone accidentally entered, they would only think it was a reclusive master living there.

The white-clad female cultivator still had tears on her cheeks, and a streak of bloodstains on her clothes, left by her master when pierced by the Earth Beast.

Song Yan witnessed the woman's hysteria, her immense grief, but after he used the "Demon Monk's" power, all her intense emotions were suppressed, replaced by an indescribable heartbeat.

Looking at the young man in front of her, the white-clad female cultivator wanted to throw herself into his arms and sob, slowly telling him about her thoughts and pain, because she felt that this young man was the most perfect man in the world. As long as this man was around, all her wounds would be healed.

But... why did she not know this man?

"Han'e, many thanks to Brother Dao for the rescue..."

"No need for thanks, it was a small effort."

"How shall I address Brother Dao?"

"Just call me Jian Huang."

The two were courteous.

Song Yan added, "Miss Han'e, you are quite exhausted, take a moment to rest."

Han'e bit her lip, glanced at the stone bed, but then walked another way. Though infatuated with the man before her, she still understood basic propriety.

Song Yan said gently, "Go rest on the bed, sleep it off, and everything will pass. Whether pain or fear, people must move on and look forward."

If someone else had said this to her, Han'e would probably not have listened at all, but the words of this man echoed repeatedly in her heart.

"Go ahead, rest on the bed for a quicker recovery."

"Thank you, Brother Jian Huang."

Han'e did not refuse because even the man's bed had a strong attraction for her.

She took off her boots, lay flat on the bed, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, random thoughts kept arising: Brother Dao saving me from the Earth Beast, he must be a senior master, right? But why does Brother Dao look so captivating? Would Brother Dao also come to the bed, after all, it is his bed, he can come to sleep, right? If Brother Dao comes over, should I pretend to be asleep? If Brother Dao unties my clothes, I... I...

The random thoughts grew more exaggerated, gradually weaving into an expectation she herself did not understand, she even felt a dry mouth and tense toes, the young man in the distance seemed like a mysterious and dangerous flame, and she like a moth.

Just as Han'e was lost in thought, Song Yan raised his hand and pulled the curtain up.

Han'e blushed, feeling as if her thoughts were seen through by the young man, her face getting more flushed as she thought: 'This Brother Dao is truly a gentleman.'

Song Yan shook his head with a smile, then sat cross-legged at the cave entrance, took out a stone platform, animal skin, and carving knife, and slowly began making shadow puppets.

Inside the cave, a pitch-black cold root had somehow climbed to the array, breaking through the ground, lifting its pointed root tip as if peering outside.

...

...

Han'e slept and woke up late into the night.

Moonlight entered the cave, illuminating only a small spot at the entrance.

Han'e saw Brother Dao sitting there, the familiar sound of "shasha" coming from in front of him. She suddenly felt a hint of tension and expectation, touched her legs, and found they were intact, but a strange sense of loss immediately emerged.

This sense of loss made Han'e's mood peculiar, but she soon put on her boots, carefully approached Song Yan, and looked forward under the moonlight, exclaiming, "Brother Dao also knows shadow puppet making?"

Song Yan stopped his carving knife, looked up and said, "I know a thing or two. Does Miss Han'e also?"

Han'e nodded with delight.

Song Yan shifted aside a little, placed a stone stool on the stone platform, and smiled, "Since we are fellow practitioners, please enlighten me."

Han'e paused but quickly stepped forward and sat beside Brother Dao.

...

In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed.

All of Han'e's knowledge about shadow puppetry had been extensively drawn out by Song Yan.

But it was mutual as well.

Han'e also learned advanced shadow puppetry techniques like the "Ten-Finger Illusion Skin Technique" and the "Skin Painting Strange Soul Technique" from Song Yan.

One day, Song Yan said, "Miss Han'e, could you do me a favor?"

Han'e looked at this Brother Dao, her beautiful eyes almost overflowing with sweetness, her heart's wound from her master's tragic death had already healed, and this Brother Dao occupied her entire heart.

During this more than a month, this Brother Dao had not touched her, making her even more convinced that he was the Dao companion she had been searching for.

Upon hearing this, she nodded and smiled, "I have become close with Brother Dao, not to mention a favor, I'll help with ten. But... with my meager skills, how can I assist Brother Dao?"

Song Yan took out a letter, a token, and a bag of Profound Jade, saying, "For certain reasons, I cannot leave here, but a letter needs to be urgently delivered to Qinghuan Kingdom, I ask Miss Han'e to deliver it. As long as you reach Qinghuan Kingdom, showing this token, someone will find you."

Han'e slightly lowered her head.

Leaving Brother Dao, she was somewhat unwilling.

Song Yan smiled encouragingly, "It's only the time of a letter, Miss Han'e really won't help me?"

Only then did Han'e accept the letter and token, reluctantly saying, "Well... alright."

Soon after, Song Yan escorted her out of the Barbaric Land, only turning back after she entered the Formless Ancient Race's living area.

Of course, with this delivery, Han'e would never see Song Yan again, and during this process, the power she had from the "Demon Monk" would slowly unravel, by the time she reached the westernmost Qinghuan Kingdom of the Formless Ancient Country, that power should have completely dissipated.

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