Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: 37. Entering Shu

The light of dawn pierced through the gap in the carriage curtains.

The morning breeze blew, moving the curtains, and the light moved along with it...

Miss Qiu was not considered a great beauty, and although the Princess Consort appeared youthful due to the Multi-tailed Fox Blood, she still showed traces of age in the corners of her eyes and her expression.

At this moment, the two women were already awake but lay quietly under the blankets, watching the light flickering on the wall of the carriage, their expressions complex.

Though Song Yan treated them well, the past few years had been like living in Hell for them.

On the mountain, Song Yan was their protective umbrella.

As long as they were Song Yan’s furnaces, they could stay safely in the Cave Mansion without encountering danger.

But now, they had left the Puppet Sect for several days.

At this moment, the relationship between Song Yan and them had changed. It was no longer "protective umbrella," but... "Prison Guard."

A guard watching over them, preventing them from obtaining freedom.

If they did not die within these five years, they would still have to follow him back into that hell after five years.

As for emotions, perhaps there were some.

But if you call this emotion "love" or "romance," it’s the biggest joke!

The Puppet Sect was the root cause of their family’s ruin!

As for Song Yan, he was the direct murderer of Prince Zhen Nan.

Where’s the "love"?

It was nothing more than being lost in a drunken dream, helplessness, indulgence in desire, a choice of escaping reality.

And just at that moment, the curtain lifted slightly, revealing a young man’s face, and the two women immediately adjusted their expressions.

Miss Qiu smiled and called out, "Song Big Brother..."

The Princess Consort suppressed her myriad emotions and called out, "Song... Song Lang."

Song Yan said, "It’s bright now, let’s set off."

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...

At the end of winter, small snowflakes fell.

After more than ten days...

The carriage stopped once more.

The surrounding mountains towered, imposing with their presence. They had arrived within the borders of the Western Shu realm.

Upon arrival, the Profound Qi was even more scarce.

Whereas on the periphery of South Bamboo Peak, with complete Cave Mansions and a monthly Elixir supply, it took five or six years to accumulate a hundred strands of Profound Qi to break through the Refining Profound Mirror;

But within a few days’ journey from the Puppet Sect, it would take over three hundred years to absorb a thousand strands of Profound Qi and break through the Profound Three Mirrors... yet in a place like this, attempting to break through forcefully would not be possible without a thousand or even several thousand years.

Even for a Profound Cultivator, dreaming of easily using magic in such a "barren land" is just a dream.

This is not a place for cultivation.

Here, it is a desert for cultivators and a domain for mortals.

Song Yan found a spot and lit a campfire, the three of them sat around it, chatting idly.

The Princess Consort suddenly asked, "Has Song Lang broken the mirror?"

After asking, she seemed to realize the question was inappropriate, so she gently added, "I’m worried the journey might be dangerous, if Song Lang hasn’t broken the mirror yet, you should be careful.

Even though the two Sects have reached a ceasefire agreement, between Sects, in certain aspects, it’s no different than between a Dynasty, saying one thing and doing another.

Previously, it was fine near the Puppet Sect, but now that we’re within the borders of the Western Shu, Lang Jun should be more cautious."

Song Yan slowly shook his head, showing regret, "I was close to breaking through the first layer of Refining Profound, but unfortunately encountered a Ghost Cultivator’s disturbance and a Fox Demon invasion, I had to leave the Sect."

Although he had broken through to the sixth layer of Refining Profound, he did not plan to brag about it to everyone he met.

Miss Qiu said, "Then let’s avoid the main roads, let’s..."

Song Yan raised his hand and said, "The byways have many bandits, and the treacherous hills and waters, if there are many people, my two fists can’t fight against four hands, it’s difficult to deal with them. It’s better to take the main road."

With that, he looked at the Princess Consort and asked, "Xuerou, you mentioned your family was in Western Shu’s Mountain Mist City, is it reliable to go there now?"

The Princess Consort nodded heavily and said, "When I was the Princess Consort of Prince Zhen Nan, to guard against war, I had managed Mountain Mist City in advance, there are many of my confidants there...

It’s only been a little over three years, I’m sure as long as those people are still alive, they will definitely recognize me. We will be able to find peace there."

The air suddenly quieted down.

The Princess Consort’s lips moved slightly, she wanted to say "Song Lang, why not give me some more Fanatic Fans," but swallowed the words.

Song Yan seemed not to notice this small gesture, and added, "You mentioned your grandfather once found a Spirit Flower Atlas for you somewhere, allowing you to recognize the Fire-Breath Pepper and even know how to cultivate it. Could there be an Independent Cultivator Market near Mountain Mist City?"

The Princess Consort shook her head and said, "To be honest, Song Lang, back when I was at Prince Zhen Nan Mansion, we wanted to attract more Loose Cultivators for service, so we searched everywhere, but could not find any...

My grandfather has long passed away, it is difficult to ask him again."

Song Yan looked at Qiu Lianyue and asked, "Once we reach Mountain Mist City, what do you plan to do, Lianyue?"

Qiu Lianyue replied, "I am merely a humble merchant girl, I will follow Song Big Brother and Sister Cao."

The snow fell quietly.

The area illuminated by the campfire grew smaller.

"Let’s get in the carriage to sleep, it will still take some time to reach Mountain Mist, and we need to inquire about the road when we reach the next town."

"No worries, Song Lang, I recognize all the roads here."

The Princess Consort finished speaking, yawned, and got up to enter the carriage, finding a blanket to cover herself.

Miss Qiu followed her and lay down by her side.

Soon, the two women heard footsteps on the driver’s seat.

It was Song Yan getting on the carriage.

Miss Qiu was alright, just suddenly a bit nervous.

The Princess Consort, however, clenched her left arm with her right hand’s five fingers, her nails digging in deeply, a manifestation of fear, anger, excitement, and countless complex emotions mingled together.

As the Fanatic Fans gradually lost their effect, she felt that Song Yan getting into the bed again, forcefully spreading her legs for intimacy, was tantamount to assault.

Fortunately, there were only a few sounds from the driver’s seat before it fell silent again.

Song Yan leaned against the wall of the carriage, gazing upwards into the falling snowflakes, slowly drifting into a dreamland.

Now that he had entered the sixth layer of Refining Profound, his perception range had expanded significantly, and even in his dreams, he could never let petty people approach.

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Several more days passed.

The carriage continued its journey, moving through the wilderness of the Western Shu Kingdom.

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