Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293: 157. Turning the Guest into the Host, I Am Invincible Under the Purple Mansion (8.1K Words - Large Chapter Seeking Subscription)_3

Strong liquor!

What could be better than drinking a pot of fiery strong liquor in the dead of winter, and then snuggling up with a beautiful woman for a comfortable sleep?

The identity of this woman doesn’t matter at all.

What’s important is that as long as she’s pretty, doesn’t ask for anything in return, and preferably isn’t a good woman, that’s enough.

He suddenly thought of An Li.

He regretted having been a partner with An Li.

If he could do it all over again, he would undoubtedly never get involved with An Li.

An Li was the kind of girl one needed to stay with for a lifetime, never to part even white-haired.

And he simply couldn’t do it.

Thus, he had wronged her.

He didn’t mean to wrong anyone else.

But he ended up doing so anyway.

That was the only person he had truly wronged in his life.

Song Yan suddenly found it odd that someone who dealt daily with schemes, was vile and unscrupulous, and yet cared about a "little female cultivator he once wronged a hundred years ago," worried about whether "she has waited long and if she’s heartbroken."

Why did such trivial matters weigh heavily on his mind?

Making him think of that Refining Profound Level female cultivator, wondering if she survived the Crimson Palace Realm.

And if she did survive, what she might look like now.

Song Yan didn’t think any further, he lay back comfortably, pouring himself another drink, as for the woman to accompany him to sleep... he didn’t have one right now, but he soon would.

Because he had already asked the Outer Sect Steward of the Mo Sword Sect to check if there was any young lady from the mountain willing to become an "Immortal Sect Maid."

If there was, the young lady would be sent to his Cave Mansion to become his Furnace, and he would provide some simple cultivation methods as a reward.

If she had Profound Root, he would willingly recommend her to the Sect; if not, he would also gift her numerous elixirs and martial arts sought by mortals.

Thus, everyone would think that "Song Han" intended to stay longer.

Those Purple Mansion servants and Changwang cubs would, of course, not think that "the old monster eager to leave is, instead of clearing out the Cave Mansion, arranging staff within it to show he’s planning to reside here leisurely..."

To desire leaving, first make people think you plan to stay long.

This kind of maneuver was already second nature to him.

Gulp... Gulp... Gulp...

The strong liquor infused with Moonlight Grass trickled down his throat, entering his five viscera and six bowels.

A shallow flame burned quietly, lulling him into a daze.

Song Yan comfortably belched after drinking, but his Divine Sense remained locked on the "Moyun Palace" several miles away. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Even though his Divine Soul was strong, if he didn’t focus on a certain place at a certain time, no matter how strong, he couldn’t possibly know what happens there.

If it weren’t for the Immortal Mother informing him about "the joint testing of Mo Sword Sect’s Elder by the three Ancient Races today at the Moyun Palace," he wouldn’t have known that the testing was at this time, in such a remote place as Moyun Palace.

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