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

Chapter 27. Legacy
On the empty boat, at a glance, there were about a dozen disciples, all dressed in red.

Most of them are wearing black robes with red patterns, and they are inner sect disciples.

And there was another person who was wearing a white robe with red patterns and had a young face. He was obviously an inner sect elder.

These were all still on the deck of the empty ship, and Song Yan on the deck had not seen them yet.

Song Yan's black robe with black patterns was very eye-catching and out of place in such a place, like a duck blending into a flock of swans.

He quickly came to the young elder and said respectfully: "Disciple Song Yan, I pay my respects to the elder."

The young elder glanced at him, nodded casually, responded with a nasal tone, and did not reply.

Song Yan originally planned to say "I want to go and pay a visit to Master Shi", not for any other reason but because it might be impolite. But now it seems that there is no need to ask at all.

Nobody cares.

No one thought he was qualified.

Song Yan didn't care. He casually stood on the side of an empty ship in a corner.

As the shadow puppet ship left the cliff and took off, Song Yan took a deep breath, and his eyes brightened as his vision became wider.

But he soon realized that there was no air flow or crosswind, nor was there any feeling of thin air. It was as if a strange force was spreading out from the shadow puppet ship, protecting the passengers.

The solitary sun, floating clouds and the clear blue sky make those on board feel relaxed and happy.

But the red area in the northeast direction became increasingly clear, like a terrifying red vortex spinning quietly and slowly.

"Is this a real leather craftsman?"

Song Yan felt longing.

But soon he realized that no one was talking to him here.

These leather artists and would-be leather artists obviously have their own circle.

No matter where he was, Song Yan could always see a similar scene.

Just like at Nanzhu Peak, even though Wang Yaonu would speak in a coquettish voice and try to please Senior Brother Zhang and ask for some benefits from him, on this deck, one could also see two good-looking female cultivators from the inner sect, clinging to two men on either side.

And everything on the deck seemed to revolve around the two men.

Song Yan said nothing, but listened with his ears perked up.

Soon, he understood a lot from just a few words.

Master Shi, whose name is Shi Zuo Weng, is the best shadow puppet master on Shadow Puppet Peak. However, because he is obsessed with shadow puppetry, he spends less time on practicing. As a result, now he is eighty years old, but still has not been able to break through the Lianxuan realm.

If you don't break through, your lifespan will be just that of an ordinary person, at most you can live for over a hundred years and be free from all diseases.

The eighty-year-old Shi Zuo Weng naturally had to choose a "successor", and in fact, what he had studied throughout his life was indeed not simple.

All the people on the empty ship today are running for that "mantle and bowl".

But these people are clearly divided into two factions.

One faction is headed by the young elder "Lü Hong", but "Lü Hong" is not a disciple of Shi Zuo Weng, but became a leather master by chance. His status as an elder is not because of his realm, but because "he became the best leather master at such a young age".

The other faction is led by a promising inner disciple named "Gu Rufeng". Gu Rufeng is a disciple of Shi Zuo Weng and the "second generation of demon" of the Puppet Sect of the Demon Sect. It seems that one of his parents is an elder of the sect.

Both Lu Hong and Gu Rufeng were a little curious and a little wary of Song Yan, who suddenly cut in line and boarded the ship.

But when they saw the latter huddled so awkwardly in the corner of the empty ship, they had no other ideas.

He should be just a gilded one, and his purpose of coming here is to become a leather craftsman.

The two of them didn't even think of winning over Song Yan.

Master Shi has an old-fashioned and serious personality. Who knows whether the act of "winning over" will leave a "negative impression" on him?
So, Song Yanzhen became a nobody.

Even if someone looked in his direction, they would pass right through him, as if he didn't exist at all.

After an incense stick of time, the spaceship arrived above a small emerald green valley.

The valley was filled with pavilions and terraces, and it was quiet and peaceful. As the empty ship entered, a cover gleaming with a faint silver light suddenly rose up, isolating the inside and the outside.

Song Yan had never seen this thing before, but he could guess that this was the legendary formation.

A formation that can cover an entire valley is not considered small.

Because this formation consumes black stones, it is not activated on ordinary days. It is only activated when the sect is attacked or when an important person arrives.

Da da da.
clatter.
The empty ship landed safely.

Everyone on the boat immediately stood up and waited solemnly.

Until the cabin was opened, a short, serious-looking old man in a white robe with red stripes walked out with a cane.

Beside him was a noblewoman with plump breasts, pretty face, and wearing the robes of an inner sect disciple.

"Master Shi!"

"Master's wife!"

The disciples outside shouted in unison.

Song Yan also shouted.

The inner sect disciple who was called Master's Wife giggled, supported Shi Zuo Weng's arm, and walked out with him.

When they reached the boat ladder, Shi Zuo Weng suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Song Yan in the corner, and said, "Where is this unfamiliar face?"

The master's wife didn't recognize Song Yan either, so she turned her gaze to Gu Rufeng on the other side.

Gu Rufeng made eye contact with the beautiful mistress, then smiled slightly, walked out gracefully, and said, "Master, I am a disciple from Nanzhu Peak, recommended by Cheng Danqing, and the peak master has given his approval."

Shi Zuo Weng closed his eyes and murmured, "Nan Zhufeng, you were a handyman, right?"

Song Yan said respectfully, "Yes, Master Shi."

The air suddenly tensed.

Shi Zuo Weng opened his eyes, and a gentle smile appeared in his old eyes: "It's not easy, it's really not easy. I will learn more this time and become a leather master soon."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment and said, "Thank you Master Shi for your encouragement."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Zuo Weng had already gotten off the empty boat with the help of his beautiful mistress.

A group of disciples followed closely behind.

The Linglong Valley Monster Meeting is actually a "sketch site in a large zoo". What's rare is that it takes a lot of effort to capture so many monsters and detain them in one place.

Song Yan was assigned a temporary cave and given "drawing paper and brushes". Then he walked out and immersed himself in the "sketching scene".

The black cloth covering the cages, large and small, was pulled open, revealing the various monsters inside.

There are not only low-level monsters here, but also mid-level monsters.

Intermediate monsters correspond to the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels of Lianxuan among cultivators.

As for these monsters, Song Yan could feel the unconcealed terrifying blood energy around them just by getting close to them. When he took another step forward, he felt as if his throat was blocked and his neck was strangled. The pair of eyes behind the blood energy in the fence even made him tremble.

He was so "scared" that he collapsed, and then went obediently to the low-level monster.

There was nothing wrong with this scene.

Everyone thinks it should be so.

Song Yan came to a bird-like monster that was half the height of a human. The gray feathers of the bird-like monster were as hard as iron, and when it flapped its feathers, it made a harsh metallic "crackling" sound. Its pair of bird-like eyes stared straight at him, flashing with greed and bloodthirstiness.

Song Yan glanced at the sign next to him: Iron-feathered Sparrow, a third-level monster that likes to eat people.

He moved a chair and sat down, observing the Iron-Feathered Bird, while silently focusing his attention on the "Painted Skin Technique" in the "Spell" column.

'I spent a month studying the "Painted Skin Art" using the Iron Feather Bird in front of me as an opportunity.'

(End of this chapter)