Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: 71. Getting Rich (3.3K words - asking for subscription)

Floating clouds like accumulated snow, piled on the mountain peaks.

Under the vast, clear sky of deep winter, a hawk shrieked sharply, flapping its wings as it flew by...

A lone feather spiraled down from the sky, landing on the frozen black earth of a desolate forest.

Beneath the shade of the trees, an invisible crow glanced once more in the direction of the Imperial Capital, then concealed its body entirely into the shadows, swiftly skimming low.

...

Outskirts of the Imperial Capital, Fox Kui Palace.

The setting sun lay desolate like the remnant of blood, casting a chilling light, making the scene of corpses appear cruel, bloody, and frozen.

Blood flowed everywhere, with flesh scattered all around, and heads rolled about, eyes wide open as if witnessing something incredibly horrifying before dying.

Of course, there were also many fox demon corpses.

Piling upon each other, layer upon layer.

A fox demon’s claw pierced through a cultivator’s back, its furry sharp claws clutching a heart, while a flying sword was also thrust into the fox demon’s back. A large pool of fresh blood mixed with flesh and fox fur indicated that a cultivator self-destructed before death, taking a fox demon with them...

Scenes of tragic and solemn desolation were ubiquitous.

Yet the battle had not completely ended, for an old man with wild hair and beard still stood leaning on his sword.

Though he stood under the sunset, for some reason... his surroundings bore no light.

That was a shadow of a demon, obscuring all his brightness.

The demon’s form was indistinct, only its grotesque twisted eyes, mouth, and sharp teeth could be seen glaring down from above.

The old man looked up at the shadow, full of resentment: "Why... Both you and I are at the Middle Stage of Crimson Palace, why?"

He couldn’t comprehend.

Despite giving it his all, he only managed to inflict a minor injury on Granny Fox...

While he, he was on the brink of death.

His lifespan was ending, he could not break through, he was here to fight desperately.

In terms of momentum, in determination, Granny Fox could never match him with his resolve to fight to the death.

As for the situation.

He made a plan, and while Granny Fox had schemes of her own, in this confrontation, he emerged half a step ahead, making him the first to strike and attack.

But the outcome was beyond his imagination, so tragic.

"Why?"

"Why!!"

The old man looked up, his aged eyes full of pain and rage, the flames running beneath his skin seemed ready to blaze anew.

Yet from the sky came only a contemptuous silver bell-like chuckle.

The fox’s head with a playful expression watched him, three grim white massive tails swaying in the air like white smoke...

"Fool, in this small outskirts, even broken blood can contend with me?"

"I’m not breaking through because I seek the True Nine Palaces, and you... you’re just an almost passing False Crimson Palace."

"Hehe... devouring you would be quite a tonic."

Granny Fox opened her mouth wide, revealing a huge maw surrounded by black fumes, full of jagged teeth, descending towards the old man.

Fear struck the old man’s heart, yet he quickly gathered his strength, intending to self-destruct.

As the ancestor of the Su Family of the Nanwu Sword Sect, how could he accept such disgrace?

However, the next moment, he froze, for the blood surging within him rapidly cooled, an indescribable shiver crawling over his body. Self-destruction aside, he could hardly move.

But he had already set life and death aside, filled with fervor and readiness to die, how could he fear?

The old man sensed the inexplicable shiver pervading his body, and reflecting on his earlier clash with Granny Fox, suddenly his expression showed realization, then turned to astonishment.

He seemed to understand something, murmuring with disbelief and immense regret: "Dragonbo Blood, so... the flaw is so simple..."

Yet, despite this realization, it was evidently too late for him to act.

The foul-smelling gaping mouth descended rapidly.

"Bastard! Beast!!"

The old man roared in anger, unable to move, finally overwhelmed.

Much later...

Granny Fox sat on the grand chair brought by the fox cubs, savoring the blood and flesh of the strong man with relish, but seemingly disdainful of the old man’s tainted blood, she did not adopt the posture of "cultivation" to absorb the old man’s flesh and blood, merely supplementing herself instead.

Licking her furry paws, Granny Fox leaned back comfortably against the chair.

Her body curled entirely on the chair, her eyes a bit lost, gazing northward with her cunning eyes slightly narrowed, pondering something unknown.

Suddenly, a little fox demon came flying swiftly from afar, landing in front of Granny Fox, stammering: "Grandmother, the Imperial Palace... the Imperial Palace..."

"What about the Imperial Palace?"

Granny Fox asked.

The little fox demon said: "The Imperial Palace... was robbed... it’s the Jingyang Palace..."

"Jing? Yang? Palace?"

Granny Fox was momentarily stunned before reacting, suddenly becoming urgently anxious.

She leapt up, anxiously exclaiming, "Jingyang Palace?!!"

Was that not the place where she stored important treasures?

The little fox demon wanted to speak further, but felt a rush of ill wind pass by its side, and upon looking again... the chair was empty, Granny Fox was gone.

...

...

Jingyang Palace, precisely the Cold Palace.

The mechanism wall had a hole, everything inside seemed normal, except for a puddle of blood outside the metal cage.

Granny Fox darted inside at high speed.

The fox cubs had never seen Grandmother so hurried, so frantic, seemingly... with a trace of inexplicable fear.

In the cage, the colorful shadow, awakened by the stab, now lay weak, looking at the fox in front of the cage with a mocking expression.

Granny Fox wasted no words, bending down, dipping a finger in the blood on the ground, sniffing it, then asked with a trembling voice: "Did you give your essence blood... to that thief?"

"Yes." The colorful shadow’s voice unexpectedly carried a hint of joy.

"Did you give your essence blood... to that thief?"

"Yes."

"Do you recognize that thief?"

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