Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: 166. Refining the Mind in the Mortal World, Both the New and Old Crimson Palace Enter the Body (8.1K words - Major Chapter Seeking Subscription)_2

A cup of strong liquor slipped down the throat, and Song Yan felt a peculiar sensation rising within.

He offered travel funds to the Jie family brothers, simply as a gesture of goodwill, but unexpectedly, this act of kindness attracted the niece of Master Huang.

He believed the young lady was quite decent, so... is this perhaps the virtue rewarding virtue?

He smiled and shook his head.

He didn’t care for the favor of a young lady, but the unintended seed planted had sprouted. If rewarded, it felt as if it had been watered, bringing him a touch of joy in the end.

...

...

In a blink, two years passed by.

On this day, autumn rain poured down heavily; cold and relentless.

People hurried through the streets, umbrellas moved like boats, drifting until only the rainwater flowed over the blue stone bricks and tiles.

Suddenly, the rainwater was splashed apart by a boot.

A figure holding an umbrella broke through the curtain of rain, knocking on the door of the Cold Smoke Meat Shop.

Huo Boxin shouted: "Old Li! Old Li!"

After a brief moment, a creak was heard as the door opened.

Song Yan stood by the lamp at the door, seeing a familiar face, he slightly sidestepped and smiled, saying: "Old Huo, why come drink with me at such a late hour?"

Huo Boxin hesitated, then bowed his head and said: "No."

Song Yan asked: "Then what is it?"

Huo Boxin seemed not to hear his question, absorbed in his rhythm, murmuring: "It’s late, drinking isn’t advisable. Old Li, since you refuse to take a wife, you should take care of yourself, and avoid drinking at night!

As for me...

I’ve come to say goodbye."

Song Yan understood, turned to get some silver, but after taking just a few steps, he was caught by Huo Boxin.

"What do you take me for?!"

"I have no use for money alone; if not for brothers, then for whom?"

"Hey, I just came to bid farewell.

My... my departure this time might mean I won’t be able to return.

The descendant of King Xixiang has emerged, supported by generals and forces from Jianghu, reclaiming his position.

But a few years ago, King Xixiang’s brother Xiao Overlord claimed that the descendant died unexpectedly without heirs, thus replacing him.

Master Huang is one of Xiao Overlord’s men, and now... the original heir has come back to life, claiming Xiao Overlord is the murderer.

Of course, Xiao Overlord denies it. Not only does he deny it, but he accuses the heir of being part of a malicious plot.

Now the two sides are in battle, and as one of Master Huang’s people, I have to join the fight.

Who’s real, who’s fake, who’s right, who’s wrong? I don’t know, and there’s no way to find out.

But Master Huang has cared for me, and this is the time for me, Huo Boxin, to repay him even if I have to put my life at risk. I am Master Huang’s blade, and wherever Master Huang commands the blade to strike, it shall strike.

A blade... doesn’t need its own thoughts."

"But you have me, a friend, don’t you?"

"Indeed!"

The swordsman laughed heartily, then gave Song Yan a bear hug and turned around, waved with flair, saying "I’m off," and then crooned: "Don’t ask of life or death, drink a jug when the flowers bloom! Hahaha..."

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