Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172: 126. Sovereign of the Misty Sea (3.5K words - Subscription Requested)

Silence of crows and sparrows!

Deathly stillness on the islands!

Even the ancient General fighting within the Absolute Profound Array was stunned.

The Red Granny, wrapped in blood and rapidly falling from mid-air, had already revealed her true form, her three tails powerless against the wind, originally a source of extra mana.

Her corpse was swiftly pulled into the grasp of a mysterious silhouette emerging from the darkness, held firmly between its five fingers.

Her ruby-like essence blood was quickly absorbed, falling into the silhouette’s palm; the Crimson Palace soul, still lingering, was bound by several Changwang Tiger patterns.

And the corpse soon vanished, evidently stored into a storage bag.

The wind and sand abruptly stopped, revealing the white-haired blood corpse who had been hiding in the fiendish wind, intending to ambush the Red Granny, now hunched and bowing low.

Blood Cliff swiftly approached, deep reverence flashing in his old eyes towards the mysterious silhouette in the darkness, then respectfully kowtowed, shouting, "Greetings to the Sect Leader!"

The Puppet Sect disciples, commanded to attack, also hastily followed Blood Cliff in kowtowing.

The sound of "Greetings to the Sect Leader" reverberated, covering the entire Misty Sea.

In the distance, the Puppet Sect disciples on other islands also hurriedly kowtowed from afar, while the Sword Sect disciples, trapped and fighting, looked utterly bewildered, their morale plummeting to freezing point once again.

For Song Yan, in this battle, hiding his identity had lost all significance.

Clad in a profound robe, he stood in mid-air, his gaze indifferent, striving to exude the majesty of a sect leader.

Even though it was his first time, he would put forth every effort.

Not far away, Gong Libai, shocked, finally reacted, the scene of "Red Granny being instantly killed" had deeply imprinted into his divine soul, making any remaining vague thought of defiance vanish completely.

He raised his hand slightly, revealing in the void the magnificent and grand shadow puppet flying palanquin, veiled with gauze, luxurious inside like a private room, complete with tea sets and fruit dishes.

This flying palanquin was a specialty of Mechanical Peak, and as the eldest disciple of Paperman Peak, upon realizing they had a new master, Gong Libai had immediately ordered this luxurious palanquin, now finally put to use.

The palanquin swiftly moved forward, Gong Libai accompanying it with a smile, arriving beside the high-altitude shadow, ingratiatingly saying, "Please, Sect Leader, enter the palanquin."

As he uttered these words, he severed his connection with the shadow puppet flying palanquin, presenting it directly to the sect leader before him.

Song Yan accepted it unceremoniously, took control, and lifted the curtain to enter.

Although he did not particularly enjoy such pomp, the newly emergent Puppet Sect Leader required it, not only for grandeur but for other reasons as well.

The Emperor in the mortal realm wore a crown of twelve white jade pearls, concealing his face. Why do this? To prevent ministers from seeing his face, his joys and sorrows. If they knew the Emperor’s emotions were no different from theirs, how could he remain beyond their reach?

Deities and Buddhas, sitting in niches with golden bodies and jade statues, silent and unseen, for what reason? Because only deities and Buddhas who are not understood are true deities. If you knew their path to divinity, their process, knew they also had setbacks, knew you could become a deity if you had the chance, would they still be considered deities?

Of course, you could showcase your strength to tell everyone you are powerful, but that would merely make you ’measurable,’ which is incomparable to an unfathomable, unquantifiable, and invincible existence.

One does not govern with benevolence nor manage wealth with righteousness; a Sect Leader of the Demon Sect could not be all smiles.

Unbearable chill at the heights, this is the truth.

Besides, the "combination of shadow puppet and mechanical mechanisms, forming such a peculiar shadow puppet vehicle" was novel to Song Yan, although he hadn’t had the opportunity to learn about it before.

Now someone had presented it as a form of introduction.

The gauze curtains swayed, Song Yan reclined slightly, lying, and asked indifferently, "Can the fox cubs discern it?"

"They can."

"They can."

Gong Libai and Blood Granny hurriedly responded.

Song Yan’s tone remained constant, lacking even a hint of ferocity, as he casually said, like chatting at home, "Libai, you take people, and kill them all."

"Yes!" Gong Libai accepted the order with great delight, this command indicating that he would remain a leader in the sect thereafter, and he accepted the order willingly, no longer under the previous compulsion of "due to Cold Ice Hell Bracelet and Changwang Tiger Blood." Moreover, he felt a curious sense of privilege at being addressed with the intimate "Libai." Yet, considering the traditions of the Puppet Sect, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of apprehension.

Blood Granny wisely stood with her head bowed at the front of the palanquin, in a posture of leading the way for her lord, quietly awaiting directives.

Initially, she had been shocked upon seeing Song Yan wearing the Cold Ice Hell Bracelet and knowing he had killed Gu Huangzi, and today... she had completely yielded. Be it his swift and decisive actions, choosing unimaginable timing, places, and methods to instantly kill Red Granny, or his current demeanor, all were like so.

Within the flying palanquin...

Song Yan slightly closed his eyes, holding the Red Granny’s essence blood, focusing a thought on it, surprisingly choosing to absorb the essence blood at this moment amid the slightly calmed battlefield.

Great Granny Fox had told him, "Purifying ’same clan essence blood’ depends only on purity, not realm. A ’Three-tailed’ wanting to absorb a ’Five-tailed’ is dreaming. A ’Five-tailed’ absorbing a ’Three-tailed’ carries risks. As for ’fox cubs,’ they can absorb however they want. To prevent internal strife, the Fox and Wolf Races prohibit mutual slaughters within the same clan."

With the thoughts flashing, the purification began.

[You operate ’Multi-tailed Fox Blood,’ drawing the essence blood before you, which enters your body and merges with the already digested Multi-tailed Fox Blood, returning to the second Central Palace of your heart]

[Under the pressure of Profound Qi, the thin essence blood within the limited area begins to be squeezed out, leaving behind more pure essence blood]

[You misstep, injuring your heart during the purification process, reversing time]

[You continue the purification]

[Heart injury, reversing time]

...

Through repeated cultivation, Song Yan thoroughly digested Red Granny’s three-tailed fox blood within just half a year, transforming his own fox blood from ’Three-tailed’ to ’Four-tailed.’

The resulting ’Splitting Sword Qi’ evolved from creating three swords from one to four swords from one.

Moreover, this combination of ’Multi-tailed Fox Race Essence Blood’ and the ’Profound Sword Scripture’ resulted in a small anomaly in the ’Splitting Sword Qi,’ allowing it not to be limited to ordinary Sword Qi but to become... any Sword Qi.

In other words, if Song Yan employed ’Soul Piercing,’ ’Imprisoned Soul,’ ’Startling Soul,’ ’Profound Water Ghost,’ ’Water Dividing’ these types of Sword Qi, each could form four from one.

However, there was a prerequisite that four tails had to "burn" simultaneously to provide Profound Qi.

The "increase in the number of tails" in the Multi-tailed Fox not only signified quantitative change but also... qualitative change.

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