Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: 63. Stabbing the Fox (4.2K words - Subscribe)

A few days later...

Amid the autumn rain, the white mist over the hills came and went, thickening and thinning, lingering between the mountains and rivers, much like lost and restless wandering souls.

Song Yan held a deep black umbrella, looking down at the tombstones before him.

Each stone was inscribed with the names of the disciples who died in battle during the attack on the Puppet Sect.

Back then, when the four elders suddenly returned, the battle was forced to end. Even with the truce, the Nanwu Sword Sect dared not linger long in the enemy’s territory; thus, many disciples’ bodies were cremated nearby and buried for peace.

Plop...

Plop...

Raindrops fell upon the umbrella’s surface, splashing off onto the tombstones, flowing across the stone faces.

Song Yan held the umbrella, his gaze swiftly scanning the names on the tombstones, occasionally flying by sword to the next tombstone, continuing his search.

He needed to find a "superior" who could not confirm or deny his story and insist it was a "single-line contact."

Once a lie is admitted, it must be completely covered.

No amount of preparation is too much for this purpose.

He would no longer truly trust anyone.

The actions of the Stone Seat Elder seemed to show concern for him, which is why he didn’t take him to the Ghost Cultivation Land to suffer, but left him at Shadow Puppet Peak.

But life is never such a simple choice.

A cultivator of the first layer of Refining Profound, with a legacy but low aptitude, facing the enormous sect, the only option was to submit the "legacy."

If it were the Righteous Dao, the sect might still nurture such a minor cultivator.

But in the Demon Sect, "a crime because of possession, to prevent leaks" would be enough for death; the best outcome would be "keeping one’s life, being grounded, and diligently practicing skills to serve the sect."

The Stone Seat Elder, of course, knew these things.

If he had little lifespan left, his choice would have been what he wrote in the letter: Do not return, cultivate outside, and pass on the legacy.

But the Stone Seat Elder did not.

He didn’t even give Song Yan any preparation, just made the choice for him.

The Sect Leader might suspect that "Song Yan killed Gu Rufeng," and could such an old wise man like Stone Seat Elder not have considered this possibility?

Of course, he had.

He thought about it.

But he didn’t ask at all; he just acted.

A thought of kindness, a thought of malice; when kindness and malice tangle, people often see things differently.

Yet, if you’re not a person in the situation, how could you understand its harm? How could you tell the difference?

Plop.

Song Yan suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes resting on a tombstone.

That tombstone was perched on a lonely cliff, overlooking the rain-covered mountains with a magnificent view.

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