Cultivation through Skin Making-Chapter 776 - 271. Flowers Bloom on the Other Shore, Fame of the Demon Spreads (8.1K words - Seeking Subscription)_2

Chapter 776: 271. Flowers Bloom on the Other Shore, Fame of the Demon Spreads (8.1K words - Seeking Subscription)_2

"Hmm."

Ning Yunmiao responded and sat beside him.

Song Yan said solemnly, "I’m worried about the brothers and sisters of the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, worried about Elder Ning. The Blood River Sect people are extremely rampant. They’ve been lurking for many years but chose to act now, which is an ominous sign."

After saying this, he raised his head and sighed deeply, "The righteous way of heaven and earth, how desolate."

Ning Yunmiao gave him a strange look.

Song Yan bitterly smiled and said, "Does Senior Sister think someone like me is unworthy of mentioning the words ’righteous way’?"

Ning Yunmiao was not a mortal prone to flattery; in a way, Song Yan’s words revealed her thoughts, so she nodded.

Song Yan said, "Senior Sister once spoke of some brothers. Said that Evil Demons are cunning, yet they must also be cunning; their walks in darkness are out of necessity."

After finishing, he paused slightly, looked seriously at Ning Yunmiao, his eyes clear and earnest.

"If I say I am also acting out of necessity, would Senior Sister believe me?"

Ning Yunmiao’s first instinct was disbelief.

Others act as Evil Demons; you embody a villain’s essence.

Song Yan didn’t speak but continued looking at Ning Yunmiao, then slowly reached out, trying to take her hand.

Ning Yunmiao did not pull away. At this point, when she wandered with Song Yan across the world, she had already understood that her fate was inextricably tied to this man, and some things were destined to happen. So, she allowed him to cover her hand with his palm, then lowered her head and said word by word: "I don’t know."

Song Yan said, "Then how about Senior Sister witnessing it personally, beside me."

While speaking, his hand had slowly moved upwards, fingers brushing against the hair hanging by Ning Yunmiao’s ear, gently pushing it aside.

His fingertips inadvertently touched Ning Yunmiao’s earlobe, and she trembled slightly.

If Song Yan were still a young guy at the Profound Yellow First Realm, she could completely consider him as a child, but now... Song Yan had become her equal in realm.

She could feel it.

Moreover, after witnessing Song Yan’s terrifying potential, she vaguely felt that she would inevitably be left far behind by this junior brother in the future, so why not serve the devil in the flesh to prevent this junior brother from going astray? Isn’t this also another way to uphold the righteous way?

However, another little voice immediately jumped out, shouting in her mind: ’You can’t do this. You and he can’t be together. After all, he’s only a little over two thousand years old, still a child, and besides... don’t you most like Sword Cultivators full of righteous energy? Isn’t the fake Song Yan from the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace exactly to your liking now? You absolutely can’t do this.’

Her vision was a bit blurred.

The next moment, she let out a surprised cry.

She already leaned back, falling.

Her long legs instinctively bent, knees lifting, pulling Song Yan down, pressing him directly on top of her.

Ning Yunmiao looked at Song Yan, but Song Yan didn’t immediately attack, instead waiting.

As expected, Ning Yunmiao said, "Promise me one thing."

Song Yan said, "I will become a Sword Cultivator full of righteous energy."

Ning Yunmiao spoke no more and closed her eyes.

She remained silent.

Song Yan, of course, did not stop.

He began to advance.

She felt like she had become a cloud in the sky, scattered by a violent wind, blown to the higher heavens; she felt like she had become a rock in the water, battered by raging tides, splashing white foams...

The voice in her heart saying, "You can’t, you absolutely can’t," gradually weakened.

Song Yan finally got along with Senior Sister.

Every inch, all properly so.

Cold dragon corpse, vast starry sky, wildly dancing black hair, tightly curled toes, endless conquest, explosion, scattering, time seemed frozen, framed as a dark, mystical, yet beautiful picture.

...

... 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Seed, seed, planted. When will you take root and sprout?"

Po Xu Yuzhuang lay by the soil, resting her chin, pouting her little mouth, her eyes like crystals sparkling yet revealing the marionette’s unique stiffness, while her hands, like blossoming flowers, supported her porcelain white little face.

She very much liked this seed, lying where Song Yan had planted the seed.

Suddenly, she felt a slight emotional stir, got up, and looked toward the ripple extending from the Secret Realm, towards the pair walking out together.

The man carried the woman’s aura, the woman even had the man’s aura in her body.

Originally, Po Xu Yuzhuang didn’t quite like that woman, felt both fear and annoyance, because that woman was strong, because that woman looked down on her. But after seeing that she had her father’s aura, her mindset experienced a small change.

"Daddy!"

She called out happily.

She was a Wood Spirit of the Netherworld.

The Jade Scroll given by Ning Daozhen also briefly described and speculated about such beings: All things in the world are created by great powers, and the spirits of the Five Elements of the Underworld were naturally created by some great power related to the Netherworld, a power that might even be a post-saint.

The Spirits of the Five Elements of the Netherworld evidently possessed an extremely long lifespan, so Po Xu Yuzhuang wasn’t much different from a little girl of two or three years old to humans.

At this moment, after shouting "Daddy," Po Xu Yuzhuang looked timidly until Song Yan opened his arms, and she flew toward her father like every close daughter.

Song Yan spun with her three times in midair before placing her down, then slightly turned his head to look at the Senior Sister next to him and said, "Yuzhuang, call her mother."

The Han sisters, who were cultivating nearby, immediately stopped cultivating, standing up somewhat nervously.

Song Yan said, "Elder Mother."

Po Xu Yuzhuang called, "Elder Mother."

Song Yan then pointed at Little Wei’Er and said, "Second Mother."