Cultivation through Skin Making

Chapter 316: 162. Recognizing An Li Demon Infant Sacrifice (9.1K words - Major Chapter Subscription Requested)


Snow Country, Fire Worship Demon Sect, Zhengyang Peak.

Song Yan took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and stepped forward to the palace where the cultivators of the Nanwu Sword Sect resided—Tingxue Palace.

The young cultivators cheerfully decorated Tingxue Palace and, upon seeing him, called him lord before leading him directly to Yu Xuanwei.

Yu Xuanwei was making an array plate.

The Profound Qi here was abundant, far better than the bitter cold of the original sect's location. Yet despite this, she still struggled to maintain her pseudo-mansion realm, compelled to consider reselling some items in exchange for Profound Jade.

What she resold was naturally "arrays."

These years, since she entered the pseudo-mansion realm, she had lived by "selling arrays."

Hearing footsteps and seeing someone approach, Yu Xuanwei paused her engraving of the array, gently exhaled, then changed her serious demeanor to greet him.

"Master."

She respectfully called.

Song Yan glanced at her array; the array patterns were intricate yet exuded simplicity, clearly showing that the young lady before him had greatly advanced in array Dao.

"Did you gain inheritance from the Lingbo Ancient Race?" Song Yan casually asked.

Yu Xuanwei hesitated briefly before quickly taking out a golden special sheet from her bosom, presenting it with respect, "An unintentional find in the ruins of my race."

Song Yan accepted the golden paper, examined it repeatedly, and asked curiously, "It's been over a thousand years; can anything still be found in the ruins? Could someone have set you up?"

Yu Xuanwei respectfully replied, "I followed some ancestral oral traditions to find the secret place, but unfortunately, this is the only discovery. As for a setup...this array has extraordinary power, works well in practice, and aligns with the Water Profound aspect of the Lingbo Ancient Race. I haven't seen any issues so far."

Song Yan asked, "What's the name of this array?"

Yu Xuanwei said, "Ice Coffin Profound Killing Array.

In the Profound Water Land, it's extremely powerful. Once activated, those in the array freeze rapidly, their life force burns. Even against a Purple Mansion Main Array, as long as it restrains for a moment, the opponent will quickly weaken and perish within the array.

I managed to earn some Profound Jade by creating this array, barely surviving."

Song Yan returned the golden paper, along with a pouch of Profound Jade, and said, "Make a copy for me later.

Additionally, use this array to set up some mechanisms at Zhengyang Peak for defense.

By the way, where is the Lingbo Ancient Race ruins you mentioned?"

Yu Xuanwei nodded in agreement and then said, "In the Ice Mirror Wilderness now."

Song Yan acknowledged with an "Oh" and didn't rush to leave, instead sitting down to chat about array Dao idly with her.

Yu Xuanwei initially answered questions as ancient clan members do, but regarding "array Dao," she didn't expect the young man before her to say anything significant, so…in many aspects, she even planned to exaggerate her praise against her true feelings.

People change, she had to change.

Yet as they chatted, she suddenly discovered that the young man genuinely understood array Dao, even having insights more profound than hers in certain areas.

At this moment, Song Yan took a pen, and on the paper where she had rough sketched array patterns, he moved his pen like a dragon and a serpent, deftly outlining some patterns, which was exactly a corner of her recently crafted "Ice Coffin Profound Killing Array."

"Xuanwei, look at these array patterns."

"What's about them?"

"They contain even more concise and mysterious trajectories. If refined, they become…Celestial Dao Characters."

"Celestial Dao Characters?"

"Celestial Dao Characters; the mystery of mysteries, impossible to memorize. Your Ice Coffin Profound Killing Array has tens of thousands of strokes, but even fragmented Celestial Dao Characters would have only a few thousand strokes, a complete set might only be hundreds, or even just dozens of strokes."

"Master, have you seen them?"

Yu Xuanwei widened her beautiful eyes in astonishment.

Song Yan nodded and said, "I've seen them."

Yu Xuanwei's breath quickened.

Having been entwined with arrays all her life, hearing that there are Celestial Dao Characters beyond array Dao, and the array's functioning is merely the manipulation of worldly power by Celestial Dao Characters, made her heart race.

"Master, do I...do I have a chance to see the Celestial Dao Characters you mentioned?"

"What the clan has seen and knows about. When there's an opportunity, I'll lead Xuanwei to have a look."

"Thank you, Master."

Their chat fell into a brief silence.

Song Yan suddenly asked, "Are you comfortable living here?"

Yu Xuanwei nodded and began talking about the hard days of the past, about how the Nanwu Sword Sect was initially alright when they first arrived, but after fifty years passed, suppression began. The disciples left, scattered, perished, leaving only a few dozen.

Song Yan wanted to ask about Su Yao and Cao Yuzhuang but restrained himself. After all…the basic principle of identity he must adhere to. If the woman before him found out he was Song Yan, too many complications would arise, leaving him unable to quietly cultivate his Protective Thought.

So, he continued the awkward chat technique.

At first, Yu Xuanwei thought this ancient clan youth wanted to develop affection or conquer her. After all, for these aristocratic sons, women's bodies weren't lacking, but women's hearts were scarce.

Yet the more they chatted, the more Yu Xuanwei realized the youth's mind didn't seem to dwell on her, unsure of what he was thinking.

As time wore on, evening came, Song Yan proposed another request, asking Yu Xuanwei to show him around the current Tingxue Palace.

After visiting place after place, they arrived at the corner's alchemy room.

Inside the room, a dainty female cultivator, with a blank expression and disheveled hair, used magic to blow wind into the alchemy furnace.

The blazing fire dyed the female cultivator's cheeks a faint red, her temples having wisps of white hair falling down.

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