There hasn’t been a precedent, right?
Why?!
Tang Xiaokong looked at him with a dazed expression, naturally understanding what the prodigy was thinking.
He initially planned to arrange some matters, letting these two geniuses of the clan become as close as brothers, preventing the "two tigers cannot share one mountain" situation. But now... Tang Xiaokong himself didn’t know what to say.
Because... he saw Han’Er kissing the venerable elder.
He saw it.
That action was indeed intimate!
The venerable elder was pinned down!
The pinned down elder was kissed by Han’Er as he leaned down!
Many clansmen below saw it.
Everyone thought Han’Er would be blown away, thought he deserved it, yet Han’Er didn’t fly! Not only didn’t he fly, now he’s sitting opposite the elder, serving him a cup of tea, and the elder drank it.
What’s going on here?
Defying heaven.
There could be many interactions with the venerable elder, but it would only involve things like "elder’s guidance" and "elder passing on technique," but where is this "kissing the elder" ever seen?
The Formless Ancient Race has never had such a thing happen!
Today, they saw it.
All the old timers who arrived earlier were shrewd; despite their minds exploding and hearts shocked, none would mention this matter, as if experiencing collective amnesia.
At this moment, another person stepped in outside; this person was the newly entered Purple Mansion Tang Yi.
Tang Yi, courteous, called out the names of the elders one by one; upon seeing Tang Xiaokong, naturally asked, "Third Uncle, where’s Brother Han?"
Tang Xiaokong motioned with his eyes towards the direction of the ancient gazebo at the mountainside.
Tang Yi looked over, hurriedly saluted, then recoiled as if shocked, face full of astonishment.
Tang Xiaokong stroked his beard, smiling and nodding.
Since his own shock subsided, he waited for others to ask him, "Where has Han’Er gone?", directing them, seeing their astonishment, and showing an "Oh my god" expression.
He felt inexplicably better seeing others’ surprises.
...
...
Family gathering, in essence, is just the clan’s old and young coming together, arranging partners for the younger generation, the older generation teaming up for opportunities, casually solving conflicts between the people below. Resources fiercely contested outside are often settled in a laugh or two here, then distributed by the elder with some rare Profound Fruit.
These Profound Fruits are extremely special, mostly having the "extend life by two or three years" effect, only the effect doesn’t stack.
Though the extension is little, the ability to lengthen life a bit is favored by all.
Song Yan also received an apple-shaped Spirit Fruit.
He took a bite, feeling nothing.
During clan meals, the elder need not join, enjoying meals with freedom in the ancient gazebo.
Previously, it was one serving.
Today, Elder Ningxin specifically had two servings prepared.
When the special dish cooked with rare Demon Beast liver marrow presented itself, Song Yan took a deep sniff of its aroma, scanning the Formless Ancient Race people dining in the ancestral garden.
The number was about over five hundred people, nearly the entirety of the Formless Ancient Race.
Few, yet acquiring substantial resources.
This is the clan’s ancestral vein, the convenience brought by the Innate Divine Soul Secret Technique.
From now on, Song Yan felt: perhaps he need no longer mingle among ordinary clansmen, for this Elder Ningxin would bind him tightly, surveil him.
Of course, Elder Ningxin’s intent certainly is not "binding" and "surveillance," but hoping that he, chosen by the ancestors, could quickly grow, not bothered by trivial matters among the small ones, entirely focused on cultivation.
But to Song Yan, it means "binding" and "surveillance."
Because, what Elder Ningxin hopes for him is inevitably what the "Formless Ancient Race ancestors" hoped for.
The end of this road is likely where he needs to pay the cost.
Song Yan is no freeloader; having eaten others’ food, he would naturally feel grateful, repaying a drop with a spring is no problem, only... if repaying with life, then no.
How the cost should be paid, he is unsure.
Thus, this path he will not take!
Though not taking, the timing he awaits has matured.
Despite only matured, not perfect, it’s time.
He is already seated beside the elder, bearing great expectations.
Then... it’s time to act against the Demon Monk.
The Demon Monk is unlike him.
Throughout these years, he was cultivating, the Demon Monk causing trouble.
The Demon Monk is stalled at the Late Stage of Purple Mansion, unable to advance.
For completeness, he also needs the Demon Monk.
Previously, he avoided, refrained from understanding, fearing Demon Monk noticing him; now... he must borrow a knife to kill.
The delicious Demon Beast liver marrow dish, Song Yan mimicked Elder Ningxin, merely tasted a bite.
The green-robed Divine Maiden looked at him, asking, "Something amiss?"
Song Yan said, "I want to kill someone."
The green-robed Divine Maiden asked, "Can you kill them?"
Song Yan knows if he shakes his head saying "can’t kill," the green-robed Divine Maiden would surely say "then focus on cultivation, break through the Middle Stage of Purple Mansion quickly, then properly cultivate the ’Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake.’" If nodding "can kill," she’d ask "tell me the name, I’ll have someone kill for you" or "I’ll accompany you once"...
Song Yan intends to kill the Demon Monk, but wouldn’t naively believe just bringing a Divine Infant could suffice.
This is a game.
A setup laid by the Demon Monk over fifty years.
To kill, one must first see the setup.
Then use the five-thousand-year foundation of the Formless Ancient Race to overturn it.
Thus, Song Yan nodded, then shook his head.