Cultivation through Skin Making

Song Yan gently stroked her hair, just like he did back then with the girl who fell in the rain and shielded her brother with her head.

"I can't bear to leave you!"

The Commandery Princess of Chi Yan cried.

Although she was crying, these words were not meant to persuade him to stay.

She knew that her adoptive father would definitely leave, just as she would certainly not go.

She was merely overcome with emotion.

"In this world, is there any feast that doesn't come to an end? It's merely a matter of time. Parting now is just right. Silly girl, don't cry."

Song Yan affectionately embraced her.

The Commandery Princess of Chi Yan let go of her hands, wiped her tears away, and took a deep breath. In the next moment, her expression became cold and stern, regaining the dignity of someone in an upper position.

She took two steps back and said, "Farewell, adoptive father."

In the next instant, the young man before her transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the distance.

The Commandery Princess of Chi Yan stood with her eyes closed for a long time before turning to leave the courtyard covered by an array shield, activated by Profound Jade.

Outside the courtyard, lines of death warriors stood, each of them engulfed in flames, their expressions quite ferocious.

"Commandery Princess!"

"Commandery Princess!"

The death warriors bowed their heads.

The Commandery Princess of Chi Yan waved her hand coldly and said, "Clear out the remnants of the reform opposition. If found, kill without mercy! From now on, I am the Saintess of the Fire Worship Sect, and those who speak recklessly of the fire worship shall die!"

"Yes!"

The death warriors dispersed in all directions.

The morning sunlight finally fell upon this city that had undergone a bloodbath, yet the old must go for the new to come. Qingyang City will embrace a better future.

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A month later...

In a land filled with Profound Qi in the domain of the Formless Ancient Race.

The three chosen geniuses, including a youth of the Formless Ancient Race, all showed expressions of despair.

"No way! It's really impossible!"

"Can't learn, this magic... it's simply impossible to learn! It's been thirty years with no progress whatsoever!"

"The junior brothers and sisters I couldn't surpass before have already broken through to the Crimson Palace Realm; some faster ones are nearly at the Middle Stage of the Crimson Palace. I've wasted decades of my life!"

Tang Xiaoping frowned at the four geniuses in the distance.

Over the years, he used every means possible, with vast resources, teaching tirelessly, yet he couldn't make these four learn the technique.

No!

It's not that there was no progress,

it's just that the progress was extremely slow. These four geniuses spent thirty years and only learned the opening move of the "Profound Mountain Triple," and they could complete one of the "three folds."

At this rate, they could definitely learn it with another thirty years.

But what would be the point by then?

If the magic wasn't mastered, their lifespan would be over.

It's a total waste of time.

In the distance...

Tang Xiaokong said, "Fourth brother, your way that goes against the heavens is ultimately just a crafty trick."

Tang Xiaoping sighed deeply, "Third brother, it's not a crafty trick, just a lack of comprehension."

Tang Xiaokong laughed, "So were ancient cultivators highly perceptive? It was just some old cultivator like you with nothing better to do, who researched this technique. It might be powerful, but it's actually not that impressive. It takes so much time; it's better to focus on the bloodline techniques of any palace in the Crimson Palace."

Tang Xiaoping suddenly asked, "What about Han'Er?"

Tang Xiaokong replied, "Han'Er, that's imitation."

Tang Xiaoping said, "Do you really think it's imitation?"

Tang Xiaokong was silent for a long time before saying, "One could say the imitation is more real than the real thing."

Tang Xiaoping said, "He's not imitating; he already knows. Some can comprehend in an incense stick's time; some may not grasp it in thirty years. The comprehension granted by the heavens to people has such great differences! Truly as vast as the difference between clouds and mud!"

The elder sighed deeply, filled with infinite emotion.

"The 'Profound Mountain Triple,' the 'Chenggen Mountain Technique,' and 'Three Steps to Heaven,' these ways that go against the heavens, Xiao Han can practice them, and ancient cultivators could practice them, but today's geniuses just cannot. What sense does that make?"

At this thought, Tang Xiaoping suddenly asked, "What's Xiao Han doing recently? Is he cultivating at Gusha Mountain?"

He wasn't truly inquiring about Song Yan's whereabouts, just extremely curious about what such a genius does in daily life.

Tang Xiaokong showed a strange expression and said, "He... he's working as a butcher in a small mortal country."

Tang Xiaoping was stunned for a moment, then he almost exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, nearly roaring, "A terrible waste! A terrible waste!! Third brother, are you not concerned? Such an outstanding prodigy, how can he..."

The elder hadn't finished speaking before Tang Xiaokong interrupted him.

"Fourth brother, don't you think that being a butcher in a small mortal country is somewhat like a step in our breakthrough process?"

Tang Xiaoping was taken aback, then repeatedly shook his head, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He..."

Tang Xiaokong said, "The Old Ancestor of Ningxin told us not to interfere in his matters; that's enough to indicate much."

Tang Xiaoping said, "Possession and rebirth, still the Old Ancestor!

Feng Chengzi, or perhaps the Withered Bamboo Elder?

It couldn't be the Grand Aunt Hanxing, right?"

Tang Xiaokong said, "If that were the case, he could have just told me, told anyone..."

Tang Xiaoping replied, "Whether it's Feng Chengzi, the Withered Bamboo Elder, or Hanxing, they've all disappeared, and we can't understand their experiences. And you know about the situation of the Soul Threshold, which is just what we've encountered. If one loses their memory in more terrifying realms, it wouldn't be surprising."

Tang Xiaokong said, "If it's really the case, then... then having such a high status, who should we find as a partner for him at the next gathering?"

The two of them looked at each other, and suddenly Tang Xiaokong seemed to sense something, sighing deeply, "He returned to Gusha Mountain and sat at Profound Heart... Moreover, he also warned me, saying that the sacrificial fire is increasingly dangerous and spreading more widely."

Tang Xiaoping: .....

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For a moment.

Thoughts transmitted...

The current Clan Leader of the Formless Ancient Race, Tang Xiaoxuan, once again received information about Song Yan.

Tang Xiaokong said, "Clan Leader, should we go to the Snow Country for a look?"

Tang Xiaoxuan said indifferently, "Isn't it just about the sacrificial Demon Infant? The Demon Infant of the Sea of Suffering, you usually can't encounter it even if you want to. I'm waiting for it to be born, to consecrate sharp instruments with it."