Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208: 140. Purple Mansion Gazes at Qi, Chu Capital Medical Pavilion (7.2K words - Large Chapter Seeking Subscription)_2

At this moment, the voice continued to ring out.

"Still not responding?

You don’t want the opportunity I’m giving you, do you really want me to drag you out? The terms will have to change then."

Song Yan sighed deeply and responded, "I failed; that kid had too many trump cards. And somehow, he learned the Visualization of the Sea of Suffering, dragging me into it. Then he used the Cold Ice Hell Bracelet to block the way, wanting to perish together with me. Had I not escaped at the last moment, I would’ve perished too."

"Cold Ice Hell Bracelet? Tsk, just a mere Soul Artifact. Your little place truly has nothing to offer," the voice carried a hint of mockery, then continued, "Don’t worry, the Purple Mansion Realm is still rare, and there aren’t many ghost cultivators in this realm. That you’ve managed to achieve this realm makes you a genius of sorts."

"Mere Soul Artifact... this Cold Ice Hell Bracelet is a treasure in my land of the Three Kingdoms!"

"Hahaha..."

"Master, today I realized that I, Zhang Han, am just a frog in a well that has never seen the broader world, having wasted several centuries without knowing the height of the sky and the depth of the earth, alas."

"Alright, Zhang Han, work for me earnestly in the future, and I won’t treat you poorly.

My title is Infant Wail Master, waiting for you at the Desolate Wilderness entrance for a month.

Hurry over, hehehehehe..."

The voice changed abruptly, becoming shrill, like a baby’s cry.

A baby’s cry, coupled with the title "Infant Wail Master," ought to be somewhat amusing, yet Song Yan found it impossible to laugh. All he felt was a chilling dread, a hair-raising sensation.

He had once heard Granny Hu and Granny Hong say: the deeper the cultivation of the Multi-tailed Fox Race, the more tails they have, the more their voices resemble babies, and the more they crave human flesh.

...

...

A month later...

A figure cloaked in a silver mask appeared in the Desolate Wilderness.

On a large rock in the wilderness sat a red fox demon with its six tails raised proudly. Its eyes were narrow, and in front of it, a pot was bubbling, cooking human limbs and heads.

Those limbs were evidently fried, their surface coated with a golden crust.

"Greetings, Master."

Song Yan bowed.

The red fox demon smirked, revealing densely packed sharp teeth inside, and glanced slyly at the newcomer, "Take off the mask."

Song Yan removed it, revealing a face destroyed by Sword Qi.

All this Sword Qi was wielded by his own Sword Evil Demon Dragon, yet... despite the destruction, for a Purple Mansion cultivator, restoring a face was still quite easy.

"Forgive the unsightliness, Master," Song Yan sighed lightly, a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and then lamented, "He was really a cunning kid. I was careless. These scars, I left them as a constant reminder not to be complacent, even against weaker opponents."

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