After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 113 112. The devil's heart is cunning, and the dead leaves are shocked (3.8K words - please subscribe)
Even though the quality of Grandma Fox's blood essence was only "three tails", after absorbing it, Song Yan quickly acquired the multi-tailed fox clan's innate talent - illusion.

He possessed the power of illusion because his Hundred-Aspect Demon Body swallowed Grandma Fox and a fox shadow puppet, and he also had the power of illusion due to the magic he cast himself.

With the superposition of illusions, he has become more confident.

Even facing the scrutiny of the Great Elder, his illusion would not be exposed.

This made him feel at ease.

The reason why the essence blood of the "Multi-tailed Fox Tribe" was chosen as the important "Second Crimson Palace Blood" is because it can still be purified, but the unique "Nightmare Beast" cannot be purified.

At this point, he had already digested this battle and even the previous one.

"Nightmare Beast Blood", "Ice Hell Bracelet", plus the previous "Many-tailed Fox Blood", made his personal strength increase a lot.

In addition, the situation was also undergoing some subtle changes. At least there was a lot more buffer between him and the mountain and sea monster clan, giving him both the time and the opportunity to see it for real.

In the bamboo house, Song Yan opened his eyes and looked out the window at the distorted red light on the distant horizon and the ripples caused by the energy collision in the sky.

Everything is slowing down.

The Great Elder joined, and Granny Blood restrained herself.
The battle is almost over.

Song Yan flipped his palm and took out the storage bag left for him by Master Kuye Swordsman. He carefully took out the notebook, refolded the two pages of the letter he had read before, checked them carefully again, and then put them back to the middle and back end of the last notebook.

The number of pages, position and angle are all correct.

After doing this, he began to sit cross-legged and wait.

At this moment, he felt that he had become a real Bai Xiuhu, an ordinary Jianmen disciple who had some talent in swordsmanship but was desperate, and Song Yan was the vest he threw outside.

If possible, he hopes that his peaceful life will not be disturbed by anyone.

Suddenly, Song Yan seemed to remember something, stood up in a hurry, and began to quickly prepare some healing soups and cleansing soups.

He knew how terrifying the evil spirit was. For cultivators who had not yet entered the Crimson Palace realm, if a wound was cut by the evil shadow, the evil spirit in the evil spirit would desperately drill into the flesh and blood, making it impossible for the wound to heal.

The evil liquid in the retreat hall of Luoxia Bamboo Island is even more terrifying. Simply put, the evil liquid faced by the Jiang Palace monks is the same as the evil spirit faced by the Lianxuan monks.

Wow.
Chi Chi Chi.
Song Yan quickly prepared the medicine.

The fire in front of the courtyard started burning, and the medicine cauldron in the backyard also started burning.

Song Yan was busy running around, taking and cutting the herbs, weighing and calculating the amounts, and the prescription was just thrown on the table.

He was busy and sweating, and the fierce fighting in the distance gradually slowed down as time went by, and by noon it had completely stopped.

At the edge of the sky, many figures were parked inside and outside the formation.

They were high above, like two enemy armies facing each other across a city wall, seemingly discussing or talking about something.

At this distance, Song Yan couldn't hear a single word.

However, he didn't care about that.

Because there were more urgent and more important things before him that needed his urgent solution.

Many disciples fell from the sky, some were covered in blood, some had pale faces, and some were already dying.

"Senior Brother Bai, Senior Brother Bai!"

"Brother Bai, this way, this way!"

There are many places on the Piaomiao Sea that can treat patients, but this war was too brutal, and other places are full, so many disciples came to Song Yan.

Song Yan hurriedly called all the disciples in, then took out the prepared cleansing soup, healing medicine, etc., and quickly treated the injured.

Soon, the originally empty yard was filled with temporary beds.

Song Yan checked them one by one, clearing away the evil spirits for the wounded without regard for his own safety.

Many sword cultivators had heard the story of the White Embroidered Tiger, and now seeing his transformation, they were all sighing with admiration. Some of them stayed with their companions, while others took the initiative to help Song Yan bring soup and apply ointment, joining the ranks of healing.

After all this busyness, by the time I came to my senses, it was already evening.

Song Yanchang let out a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat with his sleeve, looked around, and suddenly asked a sword cultivator beside him: "Have you seen Junior Sister Xiaojiu?"

The swordsman shook his head and looked around.

A high-level sword cultivator asked loudly, "Has anyone seen Junior Sister Xiao Jiu?"

Suddenly, several people spoke up.

"When I saw Xiao Jiu, she was at the Qing Moss Island in the northwest corner, working with other disciples to resist the evil shadows that wanted to break into the formation. I remember that they were a group of four-eyed dead vultures."

"I remember that Junior Sister Xiaojiu was injured. There was a scratch on her shoulder. The evil spirit was released, and the wound was difficult to heal. It kept bleeding. I asked her to retreat and heal her wounds. Later, I didn't pay attention to it."

Song Yan glanced at those people, and his eyes quickly fell on a female cultivator who seemed to be hesitant to speak.

He remembered that female cultivator. When she was injured, it was Junior Sister Xiaojiu who brought her to the Red Leaf Island.

Song Yan looked at her.

The female cultivator looked up at Song Yan, and was silent for a moment before she said in a sad voice, "Junior Sister Xiao Jiu is dead. Her body is now on the Moss Island, being cared for by some disciples, and will be dealt with after the operation is over."

The corpse of Ransha needs to be dealt with in a timely manner, otherwise it would be bad if a ghost cultivator was raised.

The Jianmen of Nanwu had already reached a consensus on this point.

Cremation is the final destination of every disciple.

Song Yan was stunned. He thought that the little girl would be injured again, come to this bamboo house again, and be treated by him again.

When he hadn't seen her for a long time, he thought that the girl didn't come for so long because she was afraid of being embarrassed to see him, so she went somewhere else for treatment.

The sword cultivator next to him seemed to have sensed something, patted Song Yan on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Bai, Junior Sister Xiaojiu is a true sword cultivator, there is no need to be sad."

Song Yan looked at the sword cultivator, then at everyone else, and suddenly bowed and said, "Everyone, please take care of this place for me. If any brothers come here again, please treat them with the cleansing soup and healing medicine. I'm going to Qing Moss Island."

"Go ahead, Senior Brother Bai."

"Brother Bai, don't be too sad. Everyone has to die. To die on the battlefield or to die slaying demons is a blessing."

Song Yan bowed again, then took out his flying sword, controlled the sword and turned it into a rainbow, flying away quickly.

In a short while, he saw a circular island and landed quickly. While searching hurriedly, he was soon led to a coffin by the disciple guarding the place.

The coffin is sealed to prevent evil spirits from escaping.

Song Yan pushed open the coffin lid, and the evil energy inside rushed out, hitting his body's protective energy, making a squeaking corrosion sound.

"Brother Bai, please accept my condolences." said the guarding disciple.

Song Yan said: "Can Junior Sister Xiao Jiu and I be alone for a while?"

After that, he added: "Don't worry, I won't let the evil spirit escape."

The disciple who was guarding nodded and walked away. When the surroundings were quiet, Song Yan looked at the little girl lying quietly in the coffin.

Her small body finally calmed down completely. The scar on her face was still there, and there was a deep hole at her heart, which was caused by the beak of the vulture. Evil spirit was squeaking out of the hole.

"I asked you to help me guard the bamboo house, but you didn't listen."

"Are you so anxious to die?"

"What a stubborn, stupid girl."

Song Yan lowered his head slightly.

At this moment, he didn't know what he was thinking, he just felt an inexplicable heat in his eyes.

Maybe, these are crocodile tears?

He turned his head to look at the disciple who was guarding him and asked, "When will these bodies be cremated?"

The disciple shook his head, but then said, "It will be these two or three days.

If there are relatives or friends who can retrieve the body, they will do so. If there are no relatives or friends, the sect will arrange a good feng shui location for proper burial."

Song Yan said: "Can I retrieve Junior Sister Xiao Jiu's body? I want to bury her."

The disciple asked, "What is the relationship between Senior Brother Bai and Junior Sister Xiao Jiu?"

Song Yan said: "Friends."

The disciple was stunned for a moment, and said, "Then Senior Brother Bai, please come and register."

Song Yan nodded, and after a moment, he carried the coffin away. After a long time, he landed on a deserted island in the misty sea.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the water surface was rustling like rose-red fish scales, revealing a sad feeling.

He chose a high ground with a nice view, dug a grave, put the coffin in, then opened the coffin lid and raised his hand to gently stroke Junior Sister Xiaojiu's forehead.

A mysterious tiger stripe poked out, and with a gentle pull inside, a soul was pulled out.

The spirit seemed to sense something and looked at Senior Brother Bai in great surprise, as if it was the first time they met in their life, but in the blink of an eye it was assimilated into the tiger stripes and turned into a ghost.

Even within seven days after a person's death, his spirit still remains.

Although this is not an iron rule, it is definitely not something that a cultivator at the Lianxuan level can break free from.

After obtaining Junior Sister Xiaojiu's soul, Song Yan burned the body with fire. Then he raised his hand to call the wind and sent the ashes into a spirit box. Then he put them into a coffin and buried them in a tomb. He also erected a tombstone and read: Tomb of Junior Sister Xiaojiu.

On his way back, Song Yan heard a lot of cheers.

"The Great Elder is back!"

"Victory!"

"The Great Elder has not been tricked, so what can the Demon Sect do no matter how they plot?"

“Evil prevails over good!”

He returned to Red Leaf Island in silence.

He remembered that there might be "military supervisors" for the fox and wolf tribes, so the matter was not over yet.

When Song Yan returned to Red Leaf Island, the sky was already full of stars.

The bamboo house was still busy, and Song Yan joined in the busyness.
This busyness lasted until the next day.

At dawn, Song Yan, who was "tired" and sleeping in the corner of the eaves, suddenly heard footsteps approaching. He opened his sleepy eyes, first saw a pair of blood-stained boots, and then saw a familiar figure, and then looked up, and saw the face of an old man.

"teacher!"

Song Yan woke up in shock, got up in a hurry, and excitedly went forward to give the old man a hug, "Teacher!"

The person who came was none other than Master Kuye Swordsman.

Master Kuye looked at him in confusion and said, "Follow me."

The two of them came to the small forest outside the courtyard, and Sword Master Kuye asked, "Where is the storage bag I gave you?"

Song Yan hurriedly took it out from his arms and presented it to him.

Without saying a word, Sword Master Kuye rummaged through the notebook. When he saw the two letters still intact in the last notebook, he was stunned again. Then, after a slight hesitation, he directly took out the first letter from the notebook and handed it out.

Song Yan took it doubtfully and read it carefully.

As he read, his pupils dilated, his mouth opened slightly, and then he looked at Master Kuye in surprise.

Sword Master Kuye sighed, and then said: "Your sword is upright. Even if you are not from my Sword Sect, you are still a righteous cultivator. How could I have any other thoughts?"

Song Yan sighed and said, "Teacher, I really want to admit it, but I am not the one who can take over someone else's body as you said."

Sword Master Kuye sighed again and said, "Do you really want to force me to ask questions and then expose me?
Although you know some recent events of Xiu Hu, if it has been a long time, I am afraid you will be completely unaware of them."

Song Yan scratched his head and said, "If it's been a long time, I may not remember it."

Sword Master Kuye said, "It's not that I may not remember, but I have no idea. Even if you can give a vague idea, you can't do it."

Song Yan said: "Since the teacher doesn't believe it, just ask."

Sword Master Kuye said: "Okay!"

After saying this, he looked serious, thought for a moment, and then began to ask about Bai Xiuhu's early years.

However, what surprised him greatly was that the man in front of him answered questions fluently. There were even some things he didn't know, but when he thought about it in the context of the situation, it made perfect sense.

Master Kuye Swordsman didn't believe it and continued to ask.

But the more he asked, the more confused he became.

I was so confused that I couldn't help myself.

Sword Master Kuye gritted his teeth and murmured, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it." Then, he grabbed Song Yan by the collar and said excitedly, "Tell me, you are the master of my Sword Sect, right? You are the senior of my Sword Sect, right? Why don't you admit it?"

Song Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher, I really am not."

Master Kuye loosened his grip, distanced himself, and continued to ask questions.

The more he asked, the more he felt that he had made a mistake.

How could a senior who possesses another's body know so many things that happened long ago?
After a long while, he sighed, patted Song Yan on the shoulder, and said, "Today, I finally understand the meaning of the four words 'reborn', and it is true."

After saying this, he looked at Song Yan with sparkling eyes, patted his shoulder with great satisfaction, and said repeatedly: "Good boy, good boy, I never thought I could meet you again in this life, it's great!"

Song Yan glanced at Junior Sister Xiao Jiu, who was "looking very uncomfortable because of being an accomplice to the evil" in the spirit world, then looked at Master Kuye with a focused look and said, "Teacher, I am very happy that you can return safely."

(End of this chapter)