Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 117

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Song Yan followed his memory and returned to the Cave Mansion on Red Leaf Island.

Compared to the cave-like Cave Mansions of the Puppet Sect, the Sword Cultivators’ Cave Mansions were mostly bamboo shelters by the water.

At dawn and dusk, the bamboo shelter would reflect together with the breaking dawn and the evening clouds into the Misty Sea, creating slight ripples with the waves, forming creases. But when the wind calmed, it would return to clarity.

This architectural layout was established by the first Sect Leader of the Sword Sect.

The Sect Leader intended to tell every Sword Cultivator that when thoughts arise, there is no need to panic or hurry, for they will eventually pass, and the heart will return to equanimity, just like the rippling reflections seen daily.

As for the Misty Sea, it was the name of this rather large inland lake where the Southern Wu Sword Sect was located.

It is named a "sea" rather than a "lake," which was also decided by that first Sect Leader.

The Sect Leader said, "A flower can contain the world, a lake too is the Vast Sea. The sword held by a Sword Cultivator may seem ordinary, but who knows if it doesn’t contain the roar of a tiger or the cry of a dragon, the winds and frost, purple lightning?"

As Song Yan walked through the paths of Red Leaf Island, various thoughts and memories naturally surfaced.

Even on the plaza upon entering the island, despite it being winter and amidst war, there were still dozens of Sword Cultivators seated cross-legged, both men and women. They sat quietly, seemingly engaged in visualization and circulating their qi, their white robes fluttering, exuding a sense of transcendence.

Even as Song Yan walked by and made a noise, no one opened their eyes, wholly immersed in their own world of cultivation.

Song Yan recalled the daily exploitation of the Furnace in the Puppet Sect and the scenes of cultivation within their dark Cave Mansions, unable to help but reflect, "The cultural atmosphere between sects is truly different."

As he thought, he returned to the bamboo shelter, took out the Sword Sect’s identity plate from his bosom, which glimmered slightly, and then the door of the shelter opened.

... 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

This was Bai Xiuhu’s bamboo shelter.

Inside, it was clean, yet somewhat messy. The bed lay at the end, a wooden table stood beneath the window, and a few strands of morning light still slanted over, illuminating some pieces of Xuan paper on the table, upon which many "sword" characters were scrawled crookedly.

The first "sword" character looked fairly neat, but the further along it went, the more disordered and scrawled it became, eventually turning into indistinct ghostly symbols...

Song Yan envisioned before his eyes a scene of "writing while crying, tears falling on newly written characters."

He glanced at the floor again and found crumpled balls of Xuan paper scattered everywhere.

Song Yan bent down, picked one up, spread it open, and it again bore the character for "sword."

A slight search through his memory allowed him to roughly understand that Bai Xiuhu had, after initially fleeing, locked himself in his room, practicing calligraphy in a state of both collapse and a desire to pull himself together, hoping to "calm his mind through writing, and restore his courage."

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel quite a connection.

A Skin Master must have a profound understanding of Painting Skill.

Painting faces and skins also requires painting bones. Without this, it is impossible to grasp what is now regarded as the core Secret Technique of a Skin Master—the "Divine Face Hundred Defenses."

Yet a Sword Cultivator enjoys practicing calligraphy.

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