Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223: 143. Can you bear this cause and effect? (8.1K words - Large Chapter, please subscribe) _3

Song Yan laughed and said, "Cheers!"

The two of them drank large gulps of wine and ate large chunks of meat, occasionally bragging with phrases like, "Back in the day, when I was just a mortal, I could down three jars of strong liquor by myself."

After finishing two jars, Song Yan took out two more and continued drinking.

In the blink of an eye, two jars turned into four, and four into eight, with the two drinking more and more.

Tang Fan let out a comfortable burp, his head tilted, and he fell over to the side.

Song Yan put down the wine jar and looked at the young man who had fallen to the ground.

Over the years, he hadn’t been without progress in the study of herbal medicine. At the very least, he managed to recreate a unique drug called "True Fans" by mimicking the pharmacology of "Fanatic Fans" and utilizing the pharmaceutical experience left by Kuye Swordmaster.

This drug had no other effect than making people speak the truth, and it was a sure hit for cultivators below the Crimson Palace Realm. If paired with wine brewed from Profound Flower Grass, the effect would be even better.

However, the opportunities to use "True Fans" were exceedingly rare.

But today, he used it on Tang Fan.

Initially, it had no effect.

But firstly, Tang Fan’s realm had dropped to the Ninth Layer of Refining Profound due to the "Blood-Binding Rope," and secondly, he genuinely enjoyed drinking today and drank a lot. Because he was swept up in the atmosphere, because he knew... if an old monster at the Purple Mansion wanted to kill him, it wouldn’t take so much effort.

So, he let his guard down.

Song Yan sat beside Tang Fan and said, "You can’t beat Aunt Fourteen."

Tang Fan smacked his lips and said, "How could I not beat her? What is she? What am I? How could I not beat her?"

Song Yan said, "Bragging."

Tang Fan patted his chest drunkenly and said, "You don’t understand this, it’s called Innate Inheritance Secret Technique, something you’re born with from the womb. My mother said I actually belong to a vast race called the Ancient Race.

But I absolutely can’t let anyone find out because there are far too many people and demons in this world who want to kill the Ancient Race.

Great Chu is not the domain of the Ancient Race and cannot offer protection. If I were to leak this, I’d be undoubtedly doomed.

Hey, Sister Meng, don’t tell anyone, okay?

I... hehehe... only told you."

Song Yan: ...

He continued, "What Innate Inheritance Secret Technique?"

Tang Fan said, "My mother said there are many within the Ancient Race.

Unlike the demons’ innate Demon Blood, everyone in the Ancient Race possesses an Innate Secret Technique, imprinted on the soul.

Each Ancient Race has a different secret technique.

And my clan, my mother said it’s called the Formless Race.

Hehe, any magic used in front of me, I can imitate to some extent, and incorporate my clan’s unique secret technique power for counteraction.

This is called ’When the devil is a foot higher, the Dao is a yard higher. Turn their path onto them.’

That day, when Aunt Fourteen transformed into a hundred-zhang Demon Shadow, I imitated her magic, transformed into several dozen zhangs myself, and with my clan’s secret technique, my whole body shone with a golden light. A single sword slash took it by surprise. If it weren’t for that dog of an Elder Demon Zhang, I’d have taken her down long ago.

Elder Demon Zhang wanted to learn my secret technique, but I can only use it, not explain it, so how could I possibly teach it to him." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He mumbled and then let out another drunken burp.

Song Yan continued asking questions.

Tang Fan was responsive to every query.

As the questions went on, he fell silent, instead leaving only heavy snoring.

Song Yan sat cross-legged, his expression solemn.

The Ancient Race?

The Formless Race?

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