Strictly speaking, it wasn’t Song Yan tricking them, but rather the Primordial Ancestor discovered Song Yan’s potential and chose this person as a clansman.
Now that this little fellow is willing to obediently be a member of the Formless Ancient Race, he is quite happy in his heart.
By the time he re-emerged from the palanquin, Tang Xiaoxuan already had a somewhat exuberant and spirited demeanor.
This generation of the Formless Ancient Race, with this child, is bound to rise!!
Inside the flying palanquin, Song Yan lay back down and slightly closed his eyes.
Intrigue and deception, everyone harbors motives, he was long used to it.
A few words, the truth mixed with lies, lies with truth, even he believed what he was saying.
This time going out, his identity was revealed to the world, and he would surely be hunted for treasures in the future, yet he also managed to kill the Demon Monk, integrate the complete Changwang’s Evil Treasure, and comprehend the Lifebound Secret Technique "Free Celestial Demon Map", successfully solving the problem of being unable to practice other clans’ secret techniques.
Whether he profits or loses, he still needs to keep moving forward.
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Gusha Mountain, Qinghuan Kingdom.
The kingdom worships some ancient gods.
These ancient gods have been around for a long time and are seen by cultivators as devoid of divine power, but since it’s faith, they leave it alone.
In a bustling temple, a woman in a white dress was burning incense and kneeling, carefully bowing to the high ancient god, then she slightly raised her head, held the incense with both hands, closed her eyes in silence, and prayed devoutly.
The woman in the white dress appeared young and graceful, yet she exuded a strange sense of age and even sternness, but her prayer movements were meticulous, flawless, the same almost every time she came here.
The temple’s divine attendant held scriptures, came here to chant and bless her. Just because this woman was a patron.
In the past month, she had given quite a bit of money. When the abbot asked what she sought, she didn’t say. The abbot further mentioned that with all this incense money, the temple could conduct a large ritual for her, but she declined.
She simply came alone every day at dusk to silently pray.
The temple’s divine attendant chanted scriptures.
After finishing her prayer, the woman in the white dress stepped forward, solemnly inserted the incense into the burner, then turned and lifted her sleeve to wipe away the tears from her eyes.
The temple’s divine attendant sighed silently, only able to wish that this woman could truly receive the gods’ protection.
But he himself also knew, the gods are just for peace of mind, is there really such a thing?
The woman in the white dress had just stepped out when a beauty in a dark dress approached from not far away.
The beauty waved and said, "An Li!"
The woman in the white dress was indeed An Li.
This beauty was Yu Xuanwei.
Yu Xuanwei quickly approached, just about to say something when she noticed the tear stains at the corners of the woman in the white dress’s eyes, exclaiming in surprise, "You cried?"
"I..." The woman in the white dress hesitated, then sighed deeply, saying, "I really wish he could be safe, even if I were to die immediately, I would wish this."
Yu Xuanwei said speechlessly, "Are you crazy? You’ve got another chance to live, and you want to die for someone else?"
An Li said, "I just want him to be safe."
Yu Xuanwei asked in surprise, "You still love him?"
An Li said, "Just used to it."
Yu Xuanwei thought for a moment and said, "Makes sense, you’ve remembered him for almost two hundred years. But this time he really might not make it, we won’t stay long at Gusha Mountain either."
An Li said, "Is he really Song Yan? The Song Yan who destroyed our Nanwu Sword Sect?"
Yu Xuanwei said, "This news isn’t baseless. I’ve thought it over carefully recently, he very likely is Song Yan, he had long been hiding in the sect under the name Bai Xiuhu. That’s why he’s always had the upper hand and would appear and disappear inexplicably, coming and going like a ghost."
An Li smiled self-deprecatingly, then her expression turned solemn.
Yu Xuanwei said, "Let’s go back."
An Li silently lowered her head and gently responded.
She had already resolved, if news of Song Yan’s death came, she would die as well.
This life, and the last, she and he had been deeply entangled, she knew it best in her heart.
Even if Bai Shixiong changed endlessly, he was no longer the person in her memory, but he was ultimately the person she had remembered for two hundred years, someone who had taken root in her heart completely.
And just then, both their communication stones lit up simultaneously.
They raised them, infusing Profound Qi.
The message was from Wang Susu, only one sentence: The master is alive, returned.
Yu Xuanwei paused, then smiled, exclaiming, "He’s truly amazing! How did he survive?"
An Li was silent for a moment, then suddenly said nervously, "You must not tell him that I prayed for him, or say anything about me crying."
Yu Xuanwei said, "If the master knows, he will surely be happy and treat us better."
An Li said, "Don’t say it!"
Yu Xuanwei laughed, "There are probably countless young ladies wanting to please him now, and his future is limitless, following him is like riding the wind, soaring up to the skies."
"Don’t say it!"
"Alright, alright, I won’t say it."
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Song Yan gladly returned to the Ancestral Vein Secret Realm of the Formless Ancient Race at this time.
He knew, the Mountain and Sea Demon Race would certainly place many spies to watch him closely, waiting for him to leave.
But he wouldn’t go out.
As for Demon Mother Su Yao, he’s temporarily unable to deal with her.
Once that woman enters the mortal world, she’s like a fish in the ocean, a bird in the sky. She alone carries the foundation of an eight-thousand-year-old ancient race and has external plots spanning a millennium, coupled with a portion of the Demon Mother’s power, she is indeed a great calamity.
But fortunately, the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold is closed, that woman cannot connect with the Nine-Child Demon Mother in the Sea of Suffering, only able to act with a trace of external Demon Mother aura.
He and this woman also have an agreement.
Since they are termed as husband and wife, how could they not consummate?
On the wedding night, it will either be you merging with me or me merging with you.