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

Chapter 159 158. Today I know who I am. I am back home! (8.2K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
There were a total of twelve disciples who passed the Qianlong Club and were selected by the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. However, there was only one elder of the Jiang Palace who passed the test of the "Divine Jade Slip".

As for the others who were favored, they naturally left with other ancient tribes.

The empty boat followed the ancient tribe's flying chariot and landed on the ancient teleportation array.

The Purple Mansion cultivator stationed here actually came in person and saluted the flying chariot.

He was not a member of the ancient tribe, but a Purple Mansion cultivator of the ancient country. Therefore, even if the person in the flying chariot was a junior from the Crimson Palace, he still had to pay his respects. Even if the latter ignored him, it was normal.

However, at this moment, the curtain of the flying chariot was lifted, and a handsome and tall figure flew out. Seeing the Purple Mansion cultivator, he bowed respectfully and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Wang."

The Purple Mansion cultivator known as Mr. Wang smiled and responded, "Master Tang Yi."

The handsome figure smiled and said, "Sir, I don't deserve it. I am just a junior in front of you."

After that, Tang Yi bowed again and said, "Sir, I will return to my chariot first. If I have the chance in the future, I will visit you specially."

Mr. Wang stroked his beard, nodded, and laughed, "Mr. Yi, you are too polite. I recognize you as my friend."

He and Tang Yi were not close friends, but the other party actually stepped out of the sedan chair to pay his respects, which made him feel like a spring breeze was blowing on his face. He thought to himself, "Judging from his character, this boy has a bright future."

He knew that Tang Yi was a descendant of the ancient Wuxiang clan who had been found in the southern part of this continent decades ago.

Such descendants often suffer a lot when they are outside. Once they become part of an ancient clan, they usually feel like nouveau riche. It is normal for them to be arrogant and domineering towards others.

More than a thousand years ago, the descendants of the ancient clan who were lost here were actually far more than those found today. Even now, while he is on duty as Zifu to guard this ancient teleportation array, he is also shouldering the task of continuing to search for the descendants of the ancient clan.

During this period, he had succeeded once, so he had seen the "ridiculous clown faces of those who rashly gained power". Therefore, when he saw Tang Yi being so respectful and polite, he couldn't help but sigh that this boy was different.

The sufferings of the troubled times did not make him feel inferior, and the information from the ancient tribe did not drive him crazy. Instead, everything shaped his character.

Mr. Wang smiled and praised again: "See you next time. Master Yi must have become a purple mansion."

Tang Yi said: "Thank you for your kind words, sir."

After saying this, he let down the curtain.

After a moment, the ancient teleportation array started to work.

As several beams of light rose, the flying chariot and the air boat were suddenly submerged.

The next moment.
Whoosh whoosh!

On a teleportation array in the north under a clear blue sky, an empty boat and a flying chariot suddenly appeared.

Song Yanyu stood by the railing, looking at the green mountains and clear waters, feeling the demon monk who was extremely far away from him. A sense of relief that "shackles, oppression, and danger" were temporarily far away rose from the bottom of his heart.

He tilted his head slightly and happened to see Xingxianmu, who was leaning out of the window of the last flying chariot and looking out quietly.

The two of them glanced at each other from a distance, then quickly looked away.

Song Yan turned around, returned to the independent room, and sat cross-legged.

Feng Chengzi's idea had been almost completely digested by him, and now he could manipulate it at will.

However, he still needs to hurry up and master the secret. After all, this may be another "key" besides the "Formless Mask" to ensure that he can infiltrate the Formless Ancient Clan.

But how to mix in?
He needs to be sure.

And this requires the use of Xingxianmu.

the other side.
In the flying chariot, Xingxianmu's heartbeat had calmed down a lot. At this moment, she hurriedly took out a communication jade and secretly transmitted a message into it.

She is no longer alone now.

She controls some power of her own.

Many cultivators who wanted to be promoted and wanted to rely on the Wuxiang Ancient Clan would try every means to find her and curry favor with her, hoping that she could introduce them to them and say something like "This person is quite talented and could be used." If these cultivators were really used by the Ancient Clan, they would be branded with the mark of Xing Xianmu and be regarded as Tang Yi's people.

Among them, there are many loyal warriors to Mother Xingxian.

"Kill my three lovers, deal with them completely, don't leave any traces." Xingxianmu said lightly.

She had an indifferent expression, with half of her face reflecting the sunlight and the other half immersed in shadow, appearing flickering.

And there came a respectful response from the other side.

"Yes, Fairy Mother."

After transmitting the message, Xingxianmu quickly took out a fairy mirror from the void and began to dress up in front of the mirror.

She had to find a way to keep that old monster.

At the same time, she had some guesses about the old monster's purpose.

After all, things have come to this point, the real purpose has been revealed, and she knows the old monster's whereabouts. If she still can't see through it, it would be really wrong.

Half a month later
In a city belonging to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan where they temporarily rested
There are flags at the four corners of the pavilion to conceal the aura.

On the big couch in the pavilion, the waves were rolling, and men and women with their own ulterior motives were making love.
It took a long time to stop.

One of them wanted to rely on a big tree to make his and his son's status more stable, and the other wanted to use the other to integrate into the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. Their interests were aligned, and they each took what they needed. There was no love at all. The intercourse at this time was just to strengthen this alliance relationship, to add a bit of warmth to the cold interests, and a little endorsement.

At this time, Xingxian Mother was lying in Song Yan's arms, like a dependent little bird, or a well-behaved wife.

She gently hugged the boy's waist and said softly, "I have been alone all these years. Even if the rings of an old tree grow taller and taller, or even if the sea turns into mulberry fields, I have never looked for another man."

Song Yan said: "Why?"

Xingxian's mother said coquettishly: "I have seen the elegance of the ancestor, how can other vulgar people be in my eyes?

If it weren't for the old ancestor insisting on me doing that, I would have been willing to serve you wholeheartedly."

The nails of her ten fingers were soaked in the dark black flower juice, and her little finger was covered with a sharp and luxurious dark gold fingertip. Such a hand looked like the untouchable tenderness of a noble lady.

But this soft hand began to caress and rub Song Yan's body.

Xing Xianmu rubbed her breasts and said in a coquettish voice: "Now that I have seen the ancestor again, I am so happy. From now on, Yi Er and I will rely on the ancestor, hehe."

She could tell that the young man in front of her was only at the Lianxuan realm.

However, her blood slave ancient symbol did not move at all.

This shows that the opponent's true strength is far beyond her middle stage of the Crimson Palace, otherwise he would have been counterattacked long ago.

That was why she tried so hard to please this old weirdo, showing an appearance of loyalty of "this love will never change, we will live together in this life, and grow old together", because she had no idea what state of mind this old weirdo was in.

As for this kind of "evil-girl-turned-sinister fairy mother", Song Yan was very clear about it, so no matter what the other party expected, he could always respond to her expectations with appropriate intensity and actions, instead of putting on an appearance of "untainted by the mud" and scolding her harshly.

If it was when he first traveled through time, he would only feel disgusted and uncomfortable with this kind of witch. In his heart, he would only accept clean women like Su Yao in the early days.

But now.
He felt like he had no heart anymore.

In other words, his heart has become dark and he has become filthy.

He is a devil.

A devil and a witch, isn't that a match made in heaven?
The dragon slayer eventually becomes a dragon. Song Yan looked at the squirming, fragrant and soft "big white worm" in front of him, and felt an indescribable self-mockery in his heart.

Suddenly, Xingxian Mother stood up slightly, pulled her gauze dress and wrapped it around her body, then floated off the bed and raised her hand to grab the storage bag on the side.

Then he took out a strange jade slip, held it in both hands, then knelt on the bed and came in front of Song Yan.

Song Yan looked at the jade slip.

The jade slip was somewhat similar to the "God's Jade Slip" he had seen before, but also somewhat different.

Xingxianmu looked at him as if seeking credit.

The devil and the witch looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Song Yan suddenly grabbed the jade slip.

The demon girl snuggled into his arms, rubbing her feet against his calves, and said softly, "But I got this from Yi'er with great difficulty. Master, will you reward Xing'er well?"

Song Yan asked back: "Is this the thing that tests the bloodline of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan?"

Xing Xianmu said softly, "Yes."

Song Yan smiled and said, "I haven't even told you yet, but you already knew to take it out. You've improved."

Xing Xianmu said with a chuckle, "How can I be worthy of my master if I don't make any progress?"

After that, she turned over again, half pressed on the young man, and explained seriously: "There are still descendants scattered in the south who have not been found, so the Wuxiang Ancient Clan distributed this bloodline test jade slip to every member of the clan.

The purpose is to find the tribesmen as soon as possible. As long as the master can pass the test of this test jade slip, his identity can be confirmed. At most, with the addition of the faceless mask, that would be enough. "

When talking about the faceless mask, Xingxianmu pretended to be indifferent, but in fact she was secretly paying attention to Song Yan's reaction.

Song Yan said directly: "This mask, in fact, should belong to your son."

Xing Xianmu didn't expect her master to be so direct. She was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yier and I are also yours, aren't we?"

Song Yan ignored this evil woman.

As long as their interests are not at odds and as long as he is not forced into a corner, this evil woman will never go against him.

As for the backlash of the Blood Slave Ancient Talisman?

Song Yan has this confidence.

It is absolutely impossible for Xingxianmu to retaliate against him just by herself.

This is the advantage of being a witch.

Even if you have sex with her, you can still calmly settle the interests of each other without worrying about emotions, so you won't be burdened with cause and effect or mental demons.

At this moment, he was carefully observing the "Formless Ancient Clan Bloodline Test Jade Slip" in front of him.

He tried to grasp it casually, and suddenly a force of spirit and soul emerged inside, which forced him to mobilize the power of spirit and soul to resist.

Then, the power disappeared instantly.

The jade slip didn't react.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and thought.

Xing Xianmu said in a gentle voice: "Master, if the test is passed, the jade slip will emit golden light. The stronger the soul, the brighter the golden light."

Song Yan nodded and carefully recalled what had just happened.

His mind was extremely sharp, and he quickly understood the core principle of this "test jade slip".

The principle is similar to "blood test to identify relatives".

Of course, "blood test to identify kinship" is not that reliable, but this "test jade slip" is still very reliable.

The "Divine Jade Slip" can cause the target's soul to naturally resist through moderate soul invasion, thus testing the "innate soul strength", "soul talent" and so on.

The "Test Jade Slip" adds a step based on the "God Jade Slip", which is: sampling.

Take a wisp of breath from the soul and compare it with the breath of the tribe members originally recorded in the jade slip. If they are consistent, then it can be passed.

Song Yan secretly felt lucky that he did not rely on a faceless mask to recognize his relatives. Otherwise, with just this step, he would have been exposed, and not only would he not be able to join the faceless ancient clan, but he would also be hunted down by the faceless ancient clan.

Xing Xianmu leaned forward slightly and suddenly said, "Master, it is not necessary to join the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

Yi'er is about to break through to the Purple Palace. He is considerate of me and wants to find someone to accompany me.

I will introduce you to Yi'er and tell her that I like you very much. Then you can be with me openly, and then..."

Before she finished speaking, a faint golden light suddenly flashed in Xing Xianmu's beautiful eyes. She turned pale, raised her hand to cover her lips, and said in astonishment, "How is this possible?"

In her eyes, the jade slip in the young man's hand was emitting golden light, and the golden light was sometimes brighter and sometimes weaker. Sometimes it was just like a candle flame quietly illuminating a small area, and sometimes it was like a fireball illuminating the whole room.

"This is impossible? Is the jade slip broken? This is impossible."

Xingxianmu stared at this unbelievable scene in amazement.

Song Yan said: "I am originally from the Wuxiang tribe, so this is not a problem for me."

Xing Xianmu couldn't help but ask, "But your last name is Zhang."

Song Yan said calmly: "I just took the surname of the farmer who adopted me hundreds of years ago. I don't know my real surname. I am just an abandoned baby."

Just now, he took the approach of giving it a try and actively sent a wisp of Feng Chengzi's divine infant's thoughts into the jade slip. Unexpectedly, the jade slip actually passed directly.

As for the intensity of the light, it was completely under his control.

Now his soul has reached an extremely terrifying state, which cannot be tested by a jade slip at all.

If he wants his soul to be strong, then it will be strong.

If you want to pretend to be weak, no one will be able to see through you.

What’s even more interesting is that his current realm is only the seventh level of Lianxuan.

Who would suspect that a kid who has reached the seventh level of Xuan practice is cheating?

Thinking of the wonderful thing, Song Yan grinned, revealing his white teeth, and laughed "jiejiejie", then raised his hands and said excitedly to the sky: "Today I know who I am!

Today I know that I am a member of the Wuxiang tribe!

I'm going home!
I’m finally going home!!”

Xingxianmu was already confused.

She had no idea what was going on.

In her eyes, the mysterious terror of the Master was even greater, making her feel awed and delighted.

The witch was born to like strong men, especially those in her own camp.

After a brief moment of surprise, she threw herself on Song Yan and said with a giggle, "Congratulations, Master. Congratulations, Master, but Master, please don't forget me and Yi'er."

Song Yan rubbed her hair, lost in thought, and then began to exchange information with Xing Xianmu and make plans.
In a blink of an eye, several months passed.

It was midsummer.

The cicadas' chirping is like a sudden rain in an ancient garden. The garden is not in the human world, but a secret place connected to the human world.

This secret place cannot be entered without a key, and even the most advanced qi-observing technique cannot detect any abnormality from the outside.

Three figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the garden.

They are: Song Yan, Tang Yi, and Xingxianmu.

Tang Yi patted Song Yan on the shoulder and said intimately: "Xiao Han, don't be nervous. Although this is the ancestral secret realm of my Wuxiang Ancient Clan, it is also your home. Now I will take you to meet the elders of the clan. You just need to complete the test and enter the family tree, then everything will be fine."

He exuded an irresistible affinity, like a natural leader, and said with emotion: "When I first came here, I was just like you, trembling with fear, and even felt inferior when I raised my eyes.

But it will all pass.

You and I both come from the South, and we are both from the ancient Wuxiang tribe. We are truly destined to be together. Although we are of the same tribe, our feelings are actually much deeper. Isn't it better to..."

Tang Yi thought about it, a trace of thought flashed across his handsome eyebrows, but he said without pausing: "Why don't you and I call each other brothers from now on, I am a few years older than you, and you can call me..."

Before he finished speaking, Xing Xian Mu interrupted him and said, "Yi'er, there is such a big age difference between you two, how can you still call each other brothers?"

Tang Yi always listened to the words of Xing Xianmu. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Then you can't call me uncle or grandpa, right? That would be too distant, right?"

Xingxian Mother said, "You are both from the South, not only are you of the same clan, but you are also from the same hometown. You are already close to each other, so why do you need to add these mundane titles to make things worse?"

She couldn't even imagine the old weirdo calling her son "Brother, Uncle, Grandpa", so she interrupted him hastily.

Tang Yi laughed and said, "That's right."

Immediately, he patted Song Yan's shoulder and said sternly to a junior, "Song Bu, you should call me Tang Han from now on. Don't worry. I have covered up the matter of Dongfang Sheng for you.

Many of the monks who joined our clan died or were injured in the trials, and Dongfang Shengzi also died in them. As for the people who are staring at you and your hatred, you should take revenge on them yourself. I won't ask about it, and I won't interfere.

Having such an enemy, nurturing such an enemy, and waiting for the great revenge to be taken, will be quite good for your state of mind."

Song Yan clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Brother Yi."

Xingxianmu couldn't bear to watch this scene.

Since the secret meeting that night, she naturally found an opportunity to bring Tang Yi into the small circle.

Song Yan's reason was that "Dongfang Sheng had a grudge against him, so he didn't dare to reveal the fact that he had the formless mask. And there was also a casual cultivator who seemed to be suspicious of him and wanted to get the treasure from him. So, he killed Dongfang Sheng, then pretended to be Dongfang Sheng, and then secretly found Xingxian Mother and asked her for help. The fairy mother was merciful, and after confirming that he was a member of the Wuxiang clan, she hurriedly brought him to see Tang Yi."

Afterwards, Tang Yi slightly increased the difficulty of the entry test for the "Qianlonghui Winner".

Of course, these winners are not only cultivators from the five sects of Gujin, but also many cultivators from the subordinate countries of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

Hundreds of people participated in the test.

Later, more than twenty people died in it.

This kind of death data is normal, because the ancient tribe is very strict in selecting their subordinates.

In this way, after Dongfang Shengli's death, Song Yan returned to his "original appearance" and then came to the ancient clan manor with Tang Yi and Xingxianmu.

Tang Yi thought for a moment, glanced at Xing Xianmu, and suddenly said, "Xiao Han, this time it is also thanks to my mother. After today, I need to follow the elders of the clan to break through the Purple Mansion realm. My mother is left here alone, I am afraid there is no one to take care of her. How about you worship her as your adoptive mother?"

Xing Xian Mu:
Song Yan:.
Song Yan took a deep breath, but before he could speak, Xing Xian Mu interrupted him again, "What foster mother? Yi Er, are you going to take care of your mother's affairs?"

Tang Yi was stunned for a moment, glanced at his mother with a strange look, and said quickly: "Son doesn't dare."

As for Song Yan, his behavior was quite normal and there was nothing strange about it.

Just then, a kind voice came from the garden.

"come in."

Tang Yi patted Song Yan on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Han, this is the third grandfather who is testing you, go ahead."

Song Yan nodded and strode in.

After her figure disappeared behind the archway, Tang Yi asked softly, "Mother, why did you refuse Tang Han's recognition as your stepmother?"

Xing Xianmu said unhappily: "You should just focus on your cultivation.

All you need to know is that Tang Han and we are of the same mind, and there is no need to bind us with these false names.

From now on, you should get closer to each other, support each other on the path of cultivation, and get along well with each other. "

Tang Yi knows his mother.

If she wasn't someone she could truly trust, she wouldn't have said that.

But why can that boy gain his mother's trust so much?
Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, and then laughed bitterly: "Mom, if you really want to play, Xiaohan is a member of our Wuxiang tribe, this... this is nothing."

Xing Xian Mu glared at him and said angrily, "In your eyes, is mother a fickle woman?"

Tang Yi shook his head repeatedly and apologized hastily.

Xing Xianmu was speechless in her heart: "If anyone wants to play, it should be that old monster playing with me, not me playing with him."

Just as the two were waiting quietly, birds suddenly flew away in fright and strange beasts flapped their wings in the sky above the garden not far away.

Countless dazzling golden rays of light spread out from the forest, as if the morning sun emerged from the courtyard, illuminating the green leaves and trees here as if covered with a thin layer of golden light.

In the yard, a middle-aged man who was originally lying leisurely on a recliner and fanning himself suddenly sat up and looked at the scene in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the young man becoming brighter and brighter.

The young man was no more than twenty years old, but the jade slip in his hand was emitting a dazzling golden light.

The strength of the golden light means the strength of the innate spirit.

This level of golden light is already ranked among the top in the history of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

The first few people were all those who had successfully entered the Divine Infant realm.

However, this generation of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan has only one divine infant!
The middle-aged man stared at the young man enveloped in golden light, then suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter like thunder and tiger roars, and then he said three times: "Good! Good! Good!!"

He stood up suddenly, raised his hand and patted Song Yan on the shoulder, saying: "From today on, you are a member of my Wuxiang clan, and I will enter your name into the family tree.

Now the clan leader is in seclusion, and many clan members are scattered outside, and they are unable to recognize you one by one.

But it doesn’t matter, there will be a family gathering fifty years later.

On that day, all members of the tribe, no matter how busy they are or where they are, will return, because this is the ancient tradition of our Wuxiang tribe.

A century-old tradition!

Everyone respects this tradition.
Oh, look at my nagging temper.

Come on, child, let’s talk while we walk.

My name is Tang Xiaokong, you can just call me Third Grandfather."

The elder of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan named Tang Xiaokong has now changed his original attitude and become extremely amiable.

Originally, he still wanted to give this young man who had just returned to his ancestral home a warning. After all, he had also heard about some of the younger generations of the ancient clan being domineering and arrogant outside.

It doesn’t really matter who the younger generation hurt or killed.

What’s more important is, how can the younger generation hold a “domineering and arrogant” mentality?
This is extremely inappropriate for future practice!

Therefore, when Tang Xiaokong learned that another junior had been found, although he was happy in his heart, he wanted to teach him a lesson with a stern face to temper his character. But he never expected that this junior was actually an extremely rare genius.

In the contemporary Wuxiang Ancient Clan, perhaps only the clan leader and the genius who is now being cultivated by the clan with all their efforts can be compared to such spiritual strength.

Do not!
Even though he was a genius, he was still a little short of it.

As the saying goes, there can't be two tigers in one mountain, but family is not a mountain. Here, geniuses should coexist and never make enemies with each other.

Tang Xiaokong was happy in his heart, but in his mind he was thinking about how to resolve the "possible hatred between these two geniuses" in advance.

But it will take another fifty years to resolve this problem.

At this time, he put his arm around the boy's shoulder and said in a familiar manner, "My son, I will take you to the ancestral temple to worship the ancestors and then enter the family tree. On the way, I will talk to you about some things."

Song Yan was respectful and polite, neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "Third Grandpa, please speak."

He didn't dare to underestimate the person in front of him.

Because, not only was he unable to find out the realm of the person in front of him, he didn't even know whether the other person was strong or weak.

He had no way of knowing whether this person was in the Lianxuan realm, the Jiangong realm, the Zifu realm, or even higher?
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Tang Xiaokong was more and more satisfied with his appearance and expression, so he said: "My Wuxiang Ancient Clan has a total of sixteen subordinate mortal countries and over a hundred sects, which are too numerous to count.

They all respect us, and seeing us is like ordinary people seeing the emperor.

Such reverence may very likely cause people to lose their mind, indulge in pleasure, and miss out on spiritual practice.

At best, it will be difficult to improve your skills, and at worst, you will turn into a short-sighted fool.

You must never, ever do that."

Song Yan said sincerely: "Don't worry, Third Grandpa, I will definitely not do that."

Tang Xiaokong said: "Also, you can find women as you like, but you must not leave offspring, and you cannot form a Taoist couple.

At the family reunion in fifty years, you will find like-minded family members. This is very important, don't forget it."

Song Yan was stunned and said, "I have always been a clean person and would never mess around outside to ruin the reputation of my family."

Tang Xiaokong nodded with satisfaction, and said, "The family reputation is not important. This matter can't ruin it at all. You just need to focus on cultivating your mind.

The state of mind is not important in your current realm, but once you enter the Purple Palace, it can be fatal. If you don’t find that state of mind, you will never be able to break through the realm.”

Song Yan looked at him with a curious look.

If it were an ordinary clan member, Tang Xiaokong would have said, "Don't be too ambitious." However, he was indeed quite impressed by the family prodigy in front of him, so he explained, "This realm is still far away from you. If you knew it, it would only affect your current cultivation.

But you can know that people have good and evil, and they also have self.

Evil thoughts are murderous thoughts, and we cultivators certainly have them all.

Good thoughts are protective thoughts, but these thoughts need to be formed slowly in daily life.

As for the idea of ​​self, you need to have a firm heart and not get lost in the world of pleasure."

Song Yan was startled, nodded slightly and said: "Junior understands."

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He had been wallowing in the most desperate environment, filled with evil and murderous thoughts, and he really didn't know how to cultivate good thoughts.

He was afraid that this step would be ten or a hundred times more difficult than for other cultivators.

Tang Xiaokong naturally didn't know what he was worried about, and when they walked away, he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Child, there is one more thing you must remember.

Each ancient clan has its own characteristics, which include not only the inheritance of innate spiritual secrets, but also the family's own inheritance.

The inheritance of our Wuxiang Ancient Clan is the Wuxiang Mask."

His voice got lower and lower as he spoke: "Although Tang Yi, who brought you here, is talented and hardworking, he is incomplete because he does not have the Wuxiang mask. Therefore, everyone knows that he, Tang Yi, is from my Wuxiang Ancient Clan. However, no one knows that I..."

After saying that, the expression on his face changed rapidly. He was no longer a middle-aged man, but an old man. The old man said in a low voice, changing his original voice: "I am not Tang Xiaokong."

After another transformation, the old man turned into a young man. The young man's voice was quite free and easy, with a magnetic tone, and he said cheerfully: "I am Tang Xiaokong."

In a short moment, the face changed more than ten times, and the voice kept changing between "I am not Tang Xiaokong" and "I am Tang Xiaokong".

Finally, Tang Xiaokong changed back to his original appearance and said with a smile: "Mystery is the greatest characteristic of our Wuxiang Ancient Clan. If I approach you in a different identity someday, you won't be able to detect it.

Everyone knows that our Wuxiang clan is powerful, but few people know who are in our Wuxiang clan. Among them, the Wuxiang mask plays an extremely important role.

And my clan also has a matching secret technique for concealing one’s aura, which I will teach you later.

Without this mask, it would be incomplete.

Although Tang Yi lost the inheritance of the mask, he has our blood after all, so the clan took this opportunity to promote him and let him be the face of our Wuxiang Ancient Clan, which will make it easier for him to do things now.

This time, he will break through the Purple Mansion Realm, and after his life span is increased by a thousand years, he will be able to take charge of some of the family's external affairs, which are actually the most menial affairs of our Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

You know what's going on, so don't say too much."

While the two were talking, they had already arrived at the ancestral hall of the Wuxiang ancient clan.

The ancestral hall is not luxurious, but it is simple and ancient enough.

Looking at the ancestral hall, Song Yan couldn't help but think of the empty houses he had seen in the first secret realm of "Tumor Realm" before.

Tang Xiaokong looked through the family tree.

The identities of each lineage in the family tree are clear.

As for those tribesmen who are stranded outside, you can just write a separate line and indicate the reason.

But for the genius in front of him, this is obviously not suitable.

So, while Tang Xiaokong was flipping through the family tree, he was considering who to rank this young generation below.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he closed them slightly, as if he was communicating with someone.

After an incense stick of time, he opened his eyes, hesitated for a moment and said, "My son, I will enter you into the register first. As for who you will be under, we will decide after fifty years."

Song Yan said respectfully: "I'll leave it to Third Grandpa to arrange."

Immediately, Tang Xiaokong took out the large brush that came with the family tree and touched Song Yan's brow. Song Yan hurriedly expelled Feng Chengzi's aura from his soul.

He felt as if the pen touched his soul directly.

Afterwards, Tang Xiaokong wrote the words "Tang Han" on the family tree.

After doing all this, he took Song Yan to worship the spirit tablet of the clan, then took out a strange golden wooden token and a storage bag and handed them to Song Yan, and then said: "This wooden token is the identity certificate of my clan. After you bind it, it will be completely yours. If you encounter a strong enemy outside, you can directly use this token to resist. The late Purple Mansion and even the clan leader of my clan have left their thoughts in it. They will use this token to attack from a distance.

As for the storage bag, it contains some secret techniques for the phaseless mask. You stay in the garden for a few days until you have learned everything, and I will arrange the follow-up. As for Tang Yi, I will let him go back first. He is not qualified to get too close to you. "

(End of this chapter)