Cultivation through Skin Making

A few days later...

The snow was light, and the sullen sky was filled with mourning clouds. Over the Misty Sea of the Nanwu Sword Sect, a rainbow light shot across the sky, landing directly on Red Leaf Island, stopping in front of a bamboo hut, and then quietly descending at the door.

In the courtyard, the vine chair was not taken in, but the medicine rack was empty, and the exotic flowers and herbs were all covered in white.

Song Yan raised his hand, cupped it respectfully, and said loudly, "Disciple has come again."

A response quickly came from the back of the courtyard: "Boy, quick, quick, quick, fetch me a dried piece of Purple Crow Grass from the bamboo plaque at the top right entrance of my room!"

Song Yan quickly entered, following the instructions, took the herb, and went to the backyard, only to see Kuye Sword Master still controlling his sword, hovering over the medicine cauldron, busy casting herbs into it, muttering incantations, with tightly furrowed brows.

He lightly flicked his sleeve.

The long wind carried the herb, landing it in Kuye Sword Master's hand.

Kuye Sword Master busied himself again, finally closing the cauldron lid, then landing on the ground, dusting off his hands, and nervously staring at the medicine cauldron, muttering: "The taste of the Purple Crow is sweet and salty, and its qi is cold, it can cool and invigorate the blood. Even though the Manji Grass is hot in nature, it should be neutralized, and the effect should be more stable... ahem... ahem ahem ahem..."

He coughed violently, causing his hair to tremble.

Among the black hair, a few strands of frost-like white had somehow mixed in.

Song Yan saluted: "Teacher."

Kuye Sword Master said: "I heard you emerged, and it's only been half a year, tsk..."

The elder gently stroked his beard, pondering, lifted his head, his eyes like two cold swords stabbing straight at Song Yan, and said sternly: "Sword control, let me witness."

Just like in the Demon Sect, reasoning and bullshit are the same, the dead are the ones without reason; in the Sword Sect, eloquent words are akin to bullshit, a hundred words are not as good as a single display of sword control.

Sword Heart, Sword Intent, are inherent, why argue?

"Yes."

Song Yan had truly practiced the "Profound Transformation Sword Manual", where his visualization sword had already emerged from the clouds, the sword belonging to him was extremely clear, and as for the "White Snake Sword Technique", he was beyond proficient.

With a pinch of his fingers, he formed a seal, and his flying sword unsheathed, the rainbow light merged with him, spinning over the bamboo house in an instant for more than ten circles, swirling the snow and wind into whirlpools like those on a white lake.

Pa.

After completing this, he landed back on the ground, standing in his original position, and saluted the elder again.

Kuye Sword Master seemed to still be savoring the sword heart, sword intent, and after contemplating with closed eyes for a good while, he opened them and said: "Human Sword Unity, the final secret technique of the 'Profound Transformation Sword Manual', you have comprehended it.

If so, it would be a waste of your excellent sword potential..."

He paused again, then suddenly said: "The Puppet Sect is aggressively pressuring, and the Great Elder has to confront Gu Huangzi, the two have agreed to a duel at Konglan Mountain next year on Jingzhe...

Time is running out, the Great Elder wishes to personally instruct some outstanding younger members of our Sword Sect.

Your realm may be lacking a bit, but it's enough, I'll vouch for you, would you like to meet the Great Elder?"

Song Yan did not want to meet the Great Elder.

Besides the Sect Leader, who is in seclusion on Luoxia Bamboo Island, the Great Elder is the strongest master in the entire Nanwu Sword Sect. His illusion technique could deceive an average early stage or even a middle stage Crimson Palace cultivator if not looked at carefully. But that kind of... should not be fooled.

Kuye Sword Master saw his hesitation and laughed: "You rascal, others would jump at such an opportunity, why are you hesitating?

Let me tell you, the Supreme Ultimate Techniques of our Sword Sect might just be secretly passed on by the Great Elder to some disciple this time."

With that, he waited confidently.

Song Yan shook his head directly.

If he were truly Bai Xiuhu, he would have gone.

But he's an imposter, you see.

Besides, even thinking with his feet, he knew that if he were taught this ultimate technique by the Great Elder, countless people would be watching him afterward. Among them, there would be seniors from the Nanwu Sword Sect secretly protecting him, masters from the Puppet Sect attempting to capture or assassinate him, and all kinds of ridiculous affairs.

If the Great Elder defeats Gu Huangzi in the duel, all would be well. But if defeated, then this disciple who inherits the Supreme Ultimate Techniques of the Sword Sect would instantly jump into the spotlight.

He refused to do it.

Kuye Sword Master said: "Opportunities are rare, before, you wanted it but didn't have it."

Song Yan continued to shake his head.

Kuye Sword Master asked: "Why?"

Song Yan said: "I'm not worthy."

Kuye Sword Master frowned: "Even if you've made mistakes in the past, your mental realm has broken through now, you should have been able to move on. Why not put your mind to our Sword Sect, slay demons and exorcise evil, carry on our legacy!?"

Song Yan said: "My heart is already withered, I only seek to close my eyes and ears, and find a place of tranquility."

Kuye Sword Master was stunned for a moment, finally understanding what state of mind this disciple had realized.

He was happy before, thinking the Sword Sect had produced a genius tempered through hardship.

But this was not tempered through hardship, it was evidently a complete fall into the extreme mental state of "melancholic despair, escapism, unwilling to heed worldly matters"...

But once an extreme mental state is achieved, it is still an achievement.

Kuye Sword Master raised his eyes to Song Yan, and saw that his disciple had his gaze slightly lowered, devoid of any hope, truly a posture of having cut ties with the mortal world.

He could not contain himself, brutally asking: "Are you really not going?"

Song Yan shook his head.

"Are you going or not?"

Song Yan kept shaking his head.

Kuye Sword Master's lips moved, wanting to speak but stopping, finally he reprimandingly barked: "Get lost!"

Song Yan saluted, turned, and "got lost".

But as soon as he "got lost" to the door, Kuye Sword Master's voice came again from behind: "From tomorrow, come here to learn alchemy!

If you don't practice swordsmanship, surely you can practice alchemy?