Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: 22. Silencing

Nothing happened that day.

In the evening, Song Yan returned to South Bamboo Peak, where Wang Susu found him and said softly, "Junior Brother, nothing over here now."

Song Yan replied, "Thank you, Senior Sister Wang."

Wang Susu laughed, "How’s your comprehension going?"

"Made some small progress."

"Then keep up the good work, Junior Brother. If you need anything, just ask.

Also, Qi Yao has been ordered by the Peak Master to stay confined and is not allowed to leave the mountain for now.

Do you... want to visit her?"

"No need."

"Hehe."

After finishing their conversation, they parted ways.

...

Song Yan returned to his cave mansion, glanced at the Princess Consort, who was still weak from the recent replenishment, but did not ask her to serve him. He simply said, "Xuerou, rest well today and come to me again tomorrow."

The Princess Consort seemed to have completed her self-hypnosis; the seductive aura from the Multi-tailed Fox Race’s hidden bloodline had been thoroughly awakened. At this moment, she was sucking her fingers, completely lost in bewitching poses, sinking into desire, and said, "Rou’er belongs to Song Lang, all of Song Lang’s. Song Lang made Rou’er feel like the first time she became a woman..."

Song Yan looked at her appearance with a complex mood, only feeling that "Fanatic Fans" was terrifying.

When one’s power is even slightly higher, it can completely manipulate those below.

What is integrity, chastity, or willpower when faced with such power, all crumble.

He could do this to mortals.

Those higher-up cultivators could probably do the same to him.

It truly was like walking on thin ice, constantly on edge...

...

...

Thus, for several days.

One day, as usual, Song Yan planned to go to Cuique Forest, but just as he stepped out of his cave mansion, he heard a quarrel from afar.

Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a skinny, wrinkled old man arguing with Zhang Yin.

Song Yan not only recognized the old man but was also quite familiar with him.

His name was Kang Defu, the oldest among the successful servant cultivators; the day of the test, he had stood behind Zhang Yin.

At this moment, Kang Defu was angrily saying, "Brother Zhang, am I not an official disciple?

Why didn’t you allot me a Furnace from the Great Wei Royal Family?

You said there wasn’t enough before, but yesterday I saw a new batch of royal Furnaces delivered at the market down the mountain!

Why is there still none for me?"

Zhang Yin frowned at him, showing some mockery, and said, "Junior Brother Kang, you’re already in your seventies or eighties, why bother with the finest Furnace from the Great Wei Royal Family? It’s a waste!"

"Brother Zhang..." Kang Defu was so angry he was panting, and said angrily, "But this is what I’m entitled to!"

Slap!!

Zhang Yin slapped him, knocking Kang Defu flying, his mouth full of blood.

Still not satisfied, Zhang Yin stepped forward, stepping on Kang Defu’s face, looking down at him with a half-smile, "You’re this old and still don’t understand the rules.

Learn from Brother Song more.

Get out!"

In the distance, Song Yan who was listening felt a bit speechless.

How did he get dragged into this?

But on second thought, he seemed to be doing quite well here indeed.

Zhang Yin helped him ask the Inner Sect Disciples to teach him the "Little Five Elements Hand" and the "Skin Painting Technique." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Wang Susu spoke on his behalf, actively helping him clear all suspicions.

Kang Defu got up spitefully, spat out some bloody saliva, but didn’t dare to make a sound, and just left.

Song Yan tightened his Profound Robe and headed towards Cuique Forest.

...

...

It is already deep winter now.

Soon, light snowflakes began to drift between the cliffs.

The snow intensified, the mountain birds flew far away, and the desolate forest covered in snow resembled white hair.

Song Yan listened to the howling wind around him, thought briefly, and decided to practice today.

He had observed low level demon beasts for many days, but still felt something was missing, so after much contemplation, he decided to try a method mentioned in the "Skin Painting Technique": kill, dissect, measure.

Kill the demon beast, dissect it, use his hands to perceive every inch of the demon beast’s body, carefully understand.

This... is the quickest way to perceive "Skin Painting."

He needed to get the "Skin Painting Technique" onto his panel as soon as possible so that he could perform a Life Span Calculation.

The weather was clear before, which was not suitable.

But today, with the chaotic sounds of nature, it could cover many movements, and if he went even further, it could work.

...

...

Two double-headed wolves were dashing out from a cave.

The cold weather didn’t bother them much, but it could make some ordinary beasts let their guard down, and they might even come across one that was frozen senseless if they were lucky.

The double-headed wolves might not have much brains, but they had hunting instincts and experience from living in this environment for a long time.

Whoosh whoosh~~

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~

The double-headed wolves started sprinting.

They were having decent luck today; shortly they saw a two-legged creature on the snow.

The wolves’ eight eyes glowed darkly. They hunched down slightly, quietly moving closer, but the two-legged creature seemed completely unaware.

Once within a certain distance, the wolves drooled with foul-smelling saliva, exchanged a glance, and suddenly accelerated.

The charge kicked up a flurry of snow fog.

In the eyes of the unfortunate two-legged creature, all it saw was the snow fog blasting apart as two ferocious black shadows shot forward like the wind, pouncing straight at it.

But just then, one of the trailing two-headed wolves heard an odd sound, different from wind, snow, or forest rustle.

As the sound fell, a cold light pierced through its heart.

The two-headed wolf’s vision darkened.

It collapsed.

Dead.

The other two-headed wolf had already leaped up, targeting the two-legged creature’s neck, seeming to slightly raise its hand.

But the creature reacted quickly. The raised hand became a returning hand, blocking the wolf’s mouth.

The wolf unhesitatingly bit at the proffered hand.

But in the next instant, the hand turned black in its eyes.

It was a terrifying, mysterious black.

As the fangs fell, a strong explosive force emanated from the blackness of that hand.

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