Cultivation through Skin Making

Chapter 649: 236. Days of Seclusion with My Senior Sister (5.7K Words – Please Subscribe)

The sky was pouring rain, beating against the straw cloak with a sound that was pleasing to the ear.

Straw sandals stepped over the muddy mountain soil, suddenly speeding up to reach Song Yan’s side.

Once again, the word “Junior Brother” echoed in Song Yan’s ear.

Song Yan turned his head in response to the voice, but found his body, Divine Soul, and Divine Thought all frozen, as if he had long been bedridden with a severe cold.

The “Wa Saint’s” power was terrifying beyond words; the sudden assault left him helpless, even though he had only glimpsed the initial lines: “Extreme North Hub, Hidden Star Power, Diligent Seeker.”

His body, once belonging to a powerful Master of Heaven and Earth and possessing the talisman character of “Silence,” had turned to ashes. Now, having a mortal body meant that any body he inhabited would transform to resemble his own, linked to his Divine Soul.

It was thanks to this transformation that he was barely able to contend with that power.

He closed his eyes, locked his spirit, blocked his ears, calmed his mind, and held his breath, leaving only a minimal part of his Perception reaching outward.

This outward Perception waited for an indefinite amount of time until Ning Yunmiao arrived.

“Master…”

A hoarse voice escaped Song Yan’s throat, a sign he was alive and still sane.

Ning Yunmiao looked at the young man sitting in the mud amidst the heavy rain, momentarily stunned. She was the third mentor assigned to teach Song Yan the “Human Dao” power, and upon descending to the lower realm, had gone directly to where Song Yan’s world resided.

In her eyes, this junior brother must have been understanding something in this nascent world, though she never expected to find him in such a state.

Combining her insight with the Void Ship remnants drifting outside this world, she deduced what had transpired here.

Without a doubt, the Wa Text Curse had been triggered.

Her junior brother was quick to react, thus barely escaping disaster. But his body had perished, and now, in this desolate wilderness, in a mere mortal’s form, he sat looking emaciated. Who knows how long he had been starving; it was only due to his non-mortal Divine Soul that his body could hold on without dying.

“Sis…I…Wa…”

A broken voice drifted out.

Ning Yunmiao scanned the surroundings, raised her hand to gather some berries that a mortal body might withstand, washed them clean, then squatted down and brought them to the young man’s lips, saying, “Eat something first.”

Suddenly, she felt one berry missing from her hand.

In the next moment, another was gone.

The moment after that, she felt warmth on her fingers—it turned out that the young man was eating so hastily that he had caught her fingers in his mouth too.

Ning Yunmiao hurriedly withdrew her fingers, then gently said, “Senior Sister is here now, it’s alright. Take your time eating, Senior Sister will take care of everything afterward.”

Saying this, she scrutinized the young man before her, her thoughts racing: ’This Wa Text Curse is beyond my power to resolve. I should report to the Elder immediately.’

Then she thought again: ’This situation is unheard of, even the Elder probably can’t solve it. It will definitely have to be reported to the Palace Master. The Palace Master’s Divine Power is vast; there must be a way.’

With a plan forming in her heart, she ignored the muddy ground and sat down beside the young man, gazing up at the heavy rain, thinking to herself: ’It’s been a long time since I got drenched in the rain with someone.’

White rain scattered, danced again with the wind.

After eating many berries, Song Yan suddenly stiffened, retching to the side.

This vomiting was caused by an excess of Yin Qi, which emanated from his Divine Soul and Divine Thought, making any food for the living entering his stomach induce severe discomfort.

Ning Yunmiao naturally sensed this change; she quickly turned, grabbing Song Yan’s arm, only to feel as if she had grasped a piece of ice from the Netherworld. Upon touching Song Yan’s body again, it was as cold as a large chunk of ice, exuding a sort of ominous chill that normal heaven and earth shouldn’t possess.

’I must report to the Elder immediately!’

Ning Yunmiao thought hastily, retrieving the Jade Pendant Magical Treasure used for inter-world communication, which only worked in the Sword Palace Lower Realm; otherwise, all transmissions were limited to the same world.

Just as she was about to report with the Jade Pendant in hand, she suddenly put it down.

She glanced at her junior brother and an idea unexpectedly flashed through her mind: ’Will they really heal my junior brother?’

Being from the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace, Ning Yunmiao was all too aware of her sect’s approach.

In this situation, her junior brother might really be considered a “Forbidden Talisman Container,” and thus subject to sealing and suppression.

The higher-ups wouldn’t allow such a significant risk to remain exposed, no matter who that person was—whether an exceptionally promising genius or a high-ranking member of the sect—they would be treated the same.

“Hey…” Ning Yunmiao suddenly nudged Song Yan, calling out to him.

Although Song Yan was constantly battling that icy power, his mind was quite clear.

The Senior Sister’s sudden silence and abrupt halt already told him enough to make a certain inference and draw the corresponding conclusion.

A strong sense of danger surged in his heart.

’Ning Yunmiao is testing me to see how lucid I am, and if there’s any hope of recovery!’

’If I don’t show any hope, she’ll hand me over to Elder Dan, who mentioned that if the Forbidden Talisman is within me, then sealing is necessary!’

’In the current situation, whether the Forbidden Talisman is within me isn’t for me to decide.’

’But if sealed, I will have no way out.’

’Ning Yunmiao is hesitating now!’

’I…I must do something…’

’I cannot, absolutely cannot, just resign to fate!’

No matter how weak he was, at this moment, Song Yan’s instinctive will to survive was fiercely ignited.

Like a caged, ailing tiger still struggling, he suddenly sat upright, braced himself, clenched his teeth, and with a forceful, hysterical, yet fluid tone, laughed and said, “Senior Sister, I’m hungry, I’m fine, ha… hahaha… I’m really fine… just a minor issue, hahaha.”