Princess Xi knew he harbored deep schemes, though she didn’t know what tricks lay behind his facade, she still nodded gently, and then asked telepathically, "Are you hurt?"
Song Yan replied in thought, "I was earlier in the palanquin, now in the palace, how could I be hurt?"
Princess Xi grinned, said no more, and turned to leave.
"Immortal, would you like some grapes?"
On Song Yan’s thigh, a delicate young lady giggled, offering a peeled grape to his lips.
Song Yan opened his mouth, just about to swallow, when the bold young lady suddenly moved the grape, then looked at him pitifully, teasingly asked, "Does the Immortal want to eat grapes, or want to eat me?"
Song Yan swallowed the grape in one gulp and amidst the young lady’s startled cries, pressed her down, tearing at her clothes indiscriminately.
The young lady’s eyes flickered with joy, and she whispered in his ear, "I am called Zhen’Er, please Immortal, be gentle."
Song Yan liked these young ladies who approached him with ulterior motives.
Royalty and nobility, not aiming for power and dominance, but for manipulation and heart-striking, this young lady named Zhen’Er just by being intimate with him could pull off a bluff to intimidate others; he didn’t care about these young ladies’ purposes, he just considered it as a compensation.
Without true affection, there is indulgence.
If there is wine today, then let us drink today, he was neither omniscient nor omnipotent, and he had no means of commanding the heavens, even the troubles that the world couldn’t handle, he could only take one step at a time.
The era of the dark disaster has already arrived, instead of resisting bitterly, better to indulge day and night.
He immersed himself in the mundane world and was content in his freedom.
...
...
Two months later...
In the wind and rain.
Long Yinghai stood steadfast, surrounded by many cultivators.
Many of those cultivators were already injured, some severely.
These cultivators included the Night King Ancient Race, White Rainbow Ancient Race, and even the distant Black Wood Ancient Race, and Celestial Sound Ancient Race.
Though the Black Wood Ancient Race and Celestial Sound Ancient Race were far away, they somehow heard of "a treasure in the Barbaric Land that could enhance comprehension tens to hundreds of times," upon investigating, they discovered many ancient races were moving, so they also sent people.
The first to arrive weren’t the strongest, just the closest.
However, when these ancient race members arrived wanting a share, they found that Long Yinghai of the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race had already taken the position and declared boldly, "Everything in the Ancient Tomb belongs to the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race, come near and face death."
The True Spirit Fragment Divine Statue revealed outside the Ancient Tomb was just a small part, more was still hidden beneath the earth.
Long Yinghai was evidently severely injured after a great battle, recuperating, but his tyranny soon angered the other ancient race members.
After a brief clash, a great battle erupted.
Long Yinghai, worthy of being a strong figure from the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race, defeated many ancient race members, though... he himself was wounded.
At this moment, a middle-aged man stepped out of the crowd, looking at him, questioning, "Our Elder Ye Congfeng arrived here long ago, have you seen him, Lord Long?"
Long Yinghai snorted coldly, "The old thing didn’t know his place, trying to covet our treasures can only lead to his death!"
The middle-aged man was stunned, exclaiming, "You... you killed our Elder Ye Congfeng?!!"
Long Yinghai inwardly lamented, he naturally knew what consequences his current actions would bring, but after being controlled by the mysterious Nine-Child Demon Mother, his words and actions were no longer his own. Originally, he wanted to use the power of many ancient races to crush the arrogance of that Formless Celestial Venerable, and give the Formless Ancient Race a reminder of who was truly the overlord of this land. If possible, he wanted to find a chance to kill Song Yan and seize Changwang’s Evil Treasure.
After discussions within the clan, along with research on some ancient tomb documents, and investigation of the Changwang Tiger Race’s origins, they vaguely had a hypothesis: The Changwang Tiger Race was likely a species deliberately cultivated by some ancient magnate, and that magnate still had executors today.
An Evil Treasure created by an ancient magnate, the preciousness can be imagined, so one of Long Yinghai’s hidden purposes was actually to test Song Yan’s power, to see if there was a chance to retrieve the Evil Treasure.
And now, everything was in chaos.
He hadn’t even seen Song Yan and he had already been toyed to death by the Celestial Demon.
At this moment, following that one’s will, Long Yinghai sneered, "I naturally wouldn’t kill ancient race people, that old thing was heavily injured and escaped. As for life or death, I truly do not know!"
"You!"
The Night King Ancient Race’s middle-aged man’s eyes burned with fury.
The Dragon Tomb Ancient Race’s arrogant attitude forced him to be angry.
Long Yinghai didn’t even look at him, said blandly, "There are still treasures about to surface here, I am waiting, if you seek opportunity, go look elsewhere!"
As these words fell, the people of the Four Races floating high in the sky all sneered.
Who among the ancient race people in their own lands is not used to being kings and overlords? Though the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race is termed the strongest of the ancient races, they can’t be like this!
Dong!
Dong!
Suddenly, two resounding bell tolls, a yellow-robed ancient race person floated midair, stepping on a Bronze Grand Clock woven from thoughts.
Seeing the Celestial Sound Race arriving first, they turned heads, joyfully exclaiming, "Elder Mo!"
The yellow-robed ancient race person called Elder Mo stood in midair, fixing his gaze far on Long Yinghai, angrily saying, "Good Dragon Tomb Ancient Race, good for this grand self, good for this ’life and death, all unknown,’ do you truly think the Ancient Race Land is a one-man show for the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race?"
Long Yinghai retrieved an elixir from the storage bag, swallowed it, then grabbed a white-gold brocade-patterned demon beast bag.
As the mouth of the bag opened, he raised a hand to grab, from the void seized a long flute woven from thoughts, bringing it to his lips, he gently played.