CHAPTER 68: 65. TRANSFORMING INTO RAINBOW (5.2K WORDS - PLEASE SUBSCRIBE)_3

"Furthermore, all the fellow disciples praise Master Song’s craftsmanship."

Song Yan waved his hand with a smile, "I’m not as good as the teacher; I often fail and lose quite a few shadow puppets, just a bit quicker with my hands."

Guan Wu said, "Master Song, no need to be modest. Master Shi passed his teachings to you, surely believing you can surpass him. To be honest, I, Guan Wu, didn’t know you well before, but after getting to know you... I feel this mantle truly should be passed to you."

Song Yan smiled lightly.

The two bid farewell.

Behind them, Yuzhuang maiden hurriedly brought tea.

Song Yan took it, sipped, and relaxed.

Even though "Hua Rong" over there was surrounded by crises, he himself was on a normal ’nine-to-five’.

And in this ’nine-to-five’ routine, it’s most leisurely when ’close to finishing work’.

During this time, he had proven his terrifying talent in the shadow puppet art with his own power.

His title had evolved from the initially slight "Uncle Master," "Master Song," "Little Song" to a uniform "Master Song."

Just then, not far away, Yueyang Luo hurriedly returned, with a disciple chatting and laughing beside him. Upon reaching the Shadow Puppet Pavilion, that disciple clasped his fists to Yueyang Luo and said, "Brother Yue, remember to come."

Yueyang Luo laughed heartily, "Bro Liu, you’re too polite, I’ll definitely come."

That disciple also respectfully called "Master Song" to Song Yan before leaving.

Yueyang Luo remarked, "Master, this is Liu Wenzan; he is quite sensible, willingly backed down today, and even invited me to join the recruitment in a few days."

Speaking the words "recruitment," he chuckled, clearly understanding the intricacies involved.

Song Yan said no more, waved his hand, "Don’t neglect your skin making."

Yueyang Luo entered the pavilion, and upon seeing Cao Yuzhuang, no longer greeted her as "Mistress" as before, but merely scanned her with contempt and hint of evil, then sat down to make skin.

Shen Nongjia didn’t lift his head, saying blandly, "Why don’t you call her Mistress anymore?"

Yueyang Luo replied, "Got it wrong! It’s merely a furnace from the sect, a tool, why call her Mistress? Is she worthy of Master? Humph!"

Shen Nongjia said, "Even so, since Master acknowledges her, you shouldn’t be outspoken."

"Oh!"

Yueyang Luo suddenly stood up, "When is it your turn to lecture me?"

Shen Nongjia gave a faint smile, remaining silent.

Song Yan sighed softly.

These two disciples, one has a fiery temper, inclined to kill; the other is deep and cunning.

Truly neither is easy to deal with.

He turned his head, saw Yuzhuang maiden looking tense and said, "Little Yue, in this room, she is your Mistress, understood?"

Yueyang Luo saw Song Yan’s back, couldn’t help but secretly roll his eyes, saying, "Understood, Mas...ter..."

Shen Nongjia said, "Master, Yueyang Luo just rolled his eyes at you."

Yueyang Luo was startled, hurriedly said, "Don’t talk nonsense, how dare I disrespect Master?"

Song Yan said, "Enough! Stop arguing!"

They both fell silent, bowing their heads to skin making.

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That night.

Song Yan controlled the sword, bringing the Yuzhuang maiden back to the cave mansion.

Just as he opened the door, a sheet of paper fell from the crack.

Song Yan grabbed the paper and looked.

It read: Friend Song, could you showcase Sword Sect techniques in public to confirm your identity?

No signature was given, nor who might have left it.

Song Yan pondered.

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...

The next day, Song Yan only opened the door at the Shadow Puppet Pavilion, then carried his sword to the cliff’s edge crowded with disciples.

During this period, although his days were peaceful, Puppet Sect and Ghost Cultivators worked together to eliminate infiltrating the fox demon.

Outside the cliff, many disciples saw Song Yan there, feeling utterly strange.

Song Yan said, "Regarding the fox demon, it’s time for me, Song, to give my utmost."

After saying that, he cast the White Snake Sword Technique, flying sword unsheathing, transforming into a white rainbow rushing afar, he melded within, soon disappearing over the horizon.

All disciples watched in amazement.

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...

After a long time...

Within a valley, noisy sounds were echoing.

That was numerous disciples besieging the fox demon.

But the fox demon was sly, with considerable power, and this time... Puppet Sect disciples seemed to have poked a fox’s den, bringing out three or four fox demons simultaneously, now struggling to cope.

The disciples, on the verge of failing, suddenly sensed a white rainbow crossing the sky, then saw that rainbow light fly down, slicing a fox’s head clean off.

"What profound artifact?!"

"No! It’s not a profound artifact, it’s... Master Song!"

"Master Song? Impossible, isn’t he only skilled in skin making?"

"How is this possible?"

Song Yan transformed into rainbow in public, amidst many people, chose the weakest fox demon, and swiftly assassinated it, then returned.

On Shadow Puppet Pavilion, rainbow came from afar, abruptly stopped.

A white-robed man descended from heaven, one man one sword, sword flowers twirling lightly, sheathed, body upright, eyes like electricity, seemingly absorbing and concentrating the sharpness around into himself.

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...

"Master?"

Yueyang Luo stood at the door, having gone outside upon seeing the rainbow approaching, now seeing the descendent was indeed his master, stood dazed.

Then looking at his master’s eyes, felt the sharpness scalding, hurriedly lowered his head, heart pounding, recalled yesterday’s disrespect, increasing his fear.

He suddenly felt his legs weak, turned inside the Shadow Puppet Pavilion, lifted his head to see Yuzhuang maiden shrinking and serving tea, hurriedly lowered his head, respectfully said, "Mistress... Master, he’s back."

Yuzhuang maiden was surprised, nodded, responded, "Hmm."

Song Yan strode into the Shadow Puppet Pavilion.

He wasn’t hurried or worried.

After today, the name of a Seventh Layer of Refining Profound Sword Dao Cultivator, Master of Skin Making would spread.

His Sword Sect disciple identity and explanation for this power would reach a perfect conclusion.

Although the power he displayed today was formidable, it should only be considered an intermediate talent that any disciple who painstakingly nurtured sword intent and arduously practiced the "White Snake Sword Technique" could wield.

Sword cultivators are inherently excellent in individual destructive power.

All these, naturally, did not touch upon his actual power.

Song Yan raised his hand, retrieved two sheets of beast skin, continued crafting.

Every now and then, he would ’ruin’ a sheet of beast skin, firstly to make his success rate not a hundred percent, secondly... to hide another ’already ruined’ "Intermediate Demon Beast Shadow Puppet" in the storage space.

With more shadow puppets, the stronger, his ’Hundred Forms Demon Body’ would wield increasingly terrifying power.

These days, he had stored as many as nine "Intermediate Demon Beast Shadow Puppets."

Today, it’s the tenth one.

As he accumulated more, in the future when truly driven to desperation, he might have to escape, he could swallow one hundred forms, merge those over a hundred "Intermediate Demon Beast Deformed Soul Shadow Puppets," manifest the demon body, increasing a bit of vitality, right?