"Ye Fu!"
Yu Xuanwei couldn’t help but shout, feeling as if she had found a savior.
The boy with the black cloth around his eyes was indeed Ye Fu.
Ye Fu naturally heard many things from Yu Xuanwei’s tone, his mood was complex, for he never thought Miss Yu would ever seek his help one day, showing how tyrannical and what a rascal that scion of the Formless Ancient Race in the palanquin must be!
Song Yan held onto Yu Xuanwei’s wrist without letting go, casually spreading his legs while looking outside and giving a hard tug that made the young lady stumble into his embrace and then sit begrudgingly on his lap.
Song Yan felt the soft plushness of her behind on his thigh and hooked his finger towards the outside as if provoking.
He was here today not only to recover the "opportunity for his Purple Mansion’s Protective Thought" but also to test Aunt Xi’s limits... and if possible, he wanted to test the ancient monster within the Formless Token.
Yu Xuanwei sat in the unfamiliar young man’s embrace, her face pale, with an instinct to kill bubbling up, but recalling the words of the humanoid beast, she dared not move, forced to endure the humiliating close contact between them.
"No!!!"
Ye Fu shouted in furious grief, then turned to the white-haired middle-aged man beside him, saying, "Second Uncle, Second Uncle!!"
The white-haired middle-aged man did not respond, instead carefully scrutinizing the proud and stout woman standing beside the Flying Palanquin, and suddenly asked calmly, "Is that Princess Xi in person?"
Aunt Xi did not answer, coldly asking, "Fight or not fight?"
The white-haired middle-aged man said, "I am Ye Shuangcheng..."
"Fight or not fight?"
"Since Princess Xi is here, forget it..."
"Don’t forget it! Let’s fight!"
At these words, Princess Xi suddenly charged forward, with her fat fleshy rolls boiling like hot water, layer after layer, surging endlessly, her robust legs stomping violently in the void.
With that stomp, it felt as if the entire void shattered, with fragments swirling into a giant elephant’s hoof shaped by the Power of Thought.
The elephant’s hoof was not complete, giving a sense of incompleteness, yet even so, it was exceptionally powerful.
Before the hoof landed, below it mountains and rivers were like paper houses caught in a typhoon, crashing down with a roar, flattening peaks and valleys.
The white-haired middle-aged man who called himself Ye Shuangcheng was shocked, quickly exerting power to counteract.
However, upon coming into contact with the murderous elephant hoof, he was like a bird smacked away by a steel plate, plummeting downwards rapidly, submerged ten or so yards into the ground, creating an extensive pit thick with rolling smoke.
Princess Xi frowned, saying, "Boring."
In the pit, Ye Shuangcheng climbed out in a state of disarray.
Princess Xi looked down upon him, saying, "You lot are only formidable at night, why not wait until nightfall to fight."
Ye Shuangcheng did not reply, instead closing his eyes slightly, seemingly contacting someone by some means.
A moment later, he opened his eyes and sighed, saying, "Princess Xi, in trying to breakthrough the Late Stage of Purple Mansion, seeks a path through battle, I... shall not accompany you.
As for this descendant of the Lingbo Ancient Race, she lost her inheritance long ago, just an ordinary woman, of no use to my clan. If Princess Xi desires her, take her."
Without waiting for Aunt Xi to speak, he turned and blandly told Ye Fu, "Xiao Fu, call upon the elders, we are leaving."
In the just-completed communication, he had figured it out.
Princess Xi, this madwoman, seeking breakthrough to the Late Stage of Purple Mansion, is going around picking fights, he didn’t want to tempt fate and waste his trump card in such a place for no reason.
Ye Fu looked at the Flying Palanquin.
The palanquin curtain was intentionally lifted by Song Yan.
The young man, holding a beauty, drank while laughing heartily.
The beauty furrowed her brows, seemingly enduringly serving with her head lowered, occasionally lifting her eyes slightly, sending signals for help with a pitiful look.
Ye Fu cried pleadingly and indignantly, "Second Uncle!"
"I told you to call Princess Xi!" Ye Shuangcheng criticized him in frustration, "If you can’t let go of one woman, what great thing can you achieve?!"
Ye Fu angrily said, "No, Second Uncle! Isn’t there any justice here..."
Before finishing, he suddenly felt a surge of killing intent, looked up but only saw a pair of eyes the size of soybeans.
Those eyes replaced the heavens and the earth, like two enormous beast pupils stretched across the front, shimmering with brutality.
Ye Fu’s Adam’s apple bobbed, trembling, he lowered his head, saluting in a shaky voice, "Pre...prestigious Senior Xi..."
And then he mustered up his courage, unwillingly asking, "I don’t know which... which brother of the Formless Ancient Clan is in that flying palanquin beside you?"
Princess Xi did not answer, only curled her lips playfully.
Ye Fu’s heart twitched, hastily turning away, scurrying off in a panic.
Princess Xi shifted her gaze back, suddenly feeling someone watching her, her peripheral glance matched Song Yan’s, she rumblingly said, "Master need not feign a dandy act to test me everywhere.
I have a request of you, but it is related to my Dragon Elephant Ancient Race, or rather the entire ancient races...
Master, being of the ancient races, cannot escape this calamity either.
The master was watched by the Black Dragon for ten breaths; this talent is something unmatched by this and the last generation, even among the living, of the Formless Ancient Race.
That is why I follow you.
I follow not the present you, but the future you."
She slightly closed her eyes, saying, "Every three thousand years a change, two thousand one hundred and twelve years have passed since now, time is running short. Master need not overthink, no need to test these trivial matters, just quickly become stronger."
Song Yan, having his intentions seen through, was not surprised, only narrowing his eyes slightly.
He suddenly recalled what Tang Xiaokong had said.
"My Formless Ancient Race, for over five thousand years now since its birth, has had the Innate Divine Soul Secret Technique, as well as the Formless Mask as its inheritance.