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Chapter 160 159. Good days are coming! (8.0K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
Wuxiang Ancient Clan, Ancestral Secret Realm, Entrance.
Tang Yi and Xingxianmu are still waiting.

But a long time had passed, so long that the young man who had entered should have come out.

Suddenly, Tang Yi sighed and said, "Mom, there's no need to wait any longer. I'm afraid Brother Han won't come out."

He closed his eyes in pain, but when he opened them, he regained his original positive, sunny and approachable look.

Mother Xingxian was stunned and was about to ask something, but was interrupted by Tang Yi.

Tang Yi said softly: "Brother Ruohan is just an ordinary Wuxiang clan member, so he wouldn't be like this. But the golden light just now is enough to prove that he has a terrifying talent. He is the true pride of our clan."

After that, he smiled and said, "I, Tang Yi, feel deeply honored to have found such a genius for my clan!"

Xingxianmu understood immediately. She was silent for a moment, but subconsciously felt that no matter what happened to the old monster, it was not strange, because he was a monster who came out alive from the soul threshold of the king of thieves. He was a monster who, even though he was only at the seventh level of Lianxuan, could still control her with the ancient blood slave talisman without being retaliated by her.

Such a monster is naturally stronger than its soul.

But then, Fairy Xingmu suddenly seemed to think of something, and a hint of fear gradually emerged in her eyes.

As my thoughts became clearer, the fear became stronger.

She originally thought that the old monster would rely on her and Yi'er, but the old monster was able to pass the test of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. But even so, she was not panicked, because even if the old monster became a member of the Wuxiang Clan, he was still a person without a foothold and needed to form an alliance with her and Yi'er. This would benefit everyone.

But now, everything has changed!

That old monster became the prodigy of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan in one fell swoop, and he no longer needed this kind of alliance.

In other words, to that old monster, she and Yi'er were no longer of much use.

On the contrary, she knows too much.

'I don't want to die. I don't want to die yet.'

Xingxianmu only felt her heart pounding wildly. The intense fear made her limbs weak and her mouth dry.

She had already calculated everything clearly for the old monster: only if she died in an accident, the old monster's secret would be completely hidden.

But she couldn't tell anyone. Even if she didn't want to harm Yi'er, she had to be tactful and create an illusion of "accident" for herself to avoid trouble.

"Let's go, mother."

Tang Yi had a smile on his face, and seemed to be truly proud and honored for having found a genius from his own clan.

He smiled brightly and turned around.

Xingxianmu also turned around stiffly.

The people they sent had little to do with them anymore, and even if they did, it was only superficial.

At this moment, footsteps were suddenly heard from the archway.

His steps were hurried and he did not hide anything.

They both turned around at the same time and saw a young man running down the dark jade path under the green shade. When he reached the door, the young man stopped, panting, looking at the two of them with a smile, and said, "Brother Yi, Aunt Xing, why didn't you wait for me?"

Tang Yi looked at him in astonishment, his face full of surprise. He stammered, "Brother Han, why...why are you out now?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "If you don't come out now, when will you come out?"

He walked forward as he spoke, and when he reached Tang Yi's side, he said, "I haven't thanked Brother Yi properly yet.

Moreover, if I continue to stay in this house, I am afraid it will be difficult to see Brother Yi off.

Brother Yi, your journey will bring you great prospects, but it will take you several decades.

Seeing Brother Yi again after decades, shouldn't it be clear to me?

But, I am just a junior of Lian Xuan, would you be willing to show me your kindness, Brother Yi?"

Tang Yi:.
An inexplicable emotion arose from the bottom of his heart.

He has come through a lot of hardships and rarely feels moved.

But he had to admit that he was really moved at this moment.

He knew very well what role he played in the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

He knew even better what would happen if the Wuxiang Ancient Clan discovered a genius.

At this moment, the young man in front of him should not come to see him off, but should continue to stay in the courtyard, accept the teachings of his third grandfather, and inherit some of the secret skills of the Wuxiang ancient clan.

The reason why this young man appeared here was obviously to force such a request to his third grandfather. Even after his third grandfather had pointed out the relationship to him, he still stubbornly made such a choice.

How dare this boy?

If it were him, could he do it?

Tang Yi felt that he might not be able to do it, because such an opportunity was too rare and he was reluctant to waste it, so he would most likely not go out. Because of this, an indescribable warmth suddenly surged in his heart. He took a deep breath, looked at the boy in front of him, and smiled.

Song Yan also laughed.

The two looked at each other, laughing more and more happily, then they hooked their arms around each other's shoulders, looked up to the sky and laughed as they walked out of this secret place.

Sometimes, happiness is like this, no need for words, because everything is in the heart.

After the three figures disappeared, Tang Xiaokong slowly walked out from behind the door, waving a palm-leaf fan. Looking at the empty door, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Interesting boy."

Song Yan and Tang Yi agreed to make it clear, and so they really did.

But it is not a restaurant, but a lush mountain with beautiful scenery.

The bonfire was burning, with four people gathered around it.

In addition to Song Yan, there are also Taoist partner Tang Yi and Fairy Mother Xing.

Tang Yi's Taoist partner is named Huo Lanxin. She is the only descendant of a sect's ancestor. She is considered a person of great talent and high status in the sect. It is because of this that she was able to marry into the Wuxiang ancient clan.

She married a rich man, but Tang Yi did not.

Members of the Wuxiang tribe were supposed to marry members of the Wuxiang tribe, and the tribe tacitly approved of his marriage with Huo Lanxin. Naturally, there were other meanings behind this.

If you only have the bloodline but lose the mask, you cannot be considered a true member of the Wuxiang clan.

At the beginning, Song Yan and Tang Yi were drinking and eating meat, Huo Lanxin was cooking beside them, and Xingxianmu's head was buzzing, wondering how long this old monster would pretend.

But soon, the person who cooked became Song Yan.

Song Yan flipped the barbecue skillfully.

His craftsmanship was already unique, and now it has reached perfection.

Soon, Tang Yi and the other three began to eat completely absorbed in the food.

Xing Xianmu also forgot about her worries and just ate happily, thinking: "This old monster made it so delicious, wow, so delicious."

There was a small episode during this period. There was actually a monster in the mountains that was attracted by the smell of barbecue. Then it was killed by Huo Lanxin with a sword and turned into barbecue.

After eating and drinking, they discussed for a while about their insights into cultivation and interesting stories from ancient countries. During this time, Song Yan mostly listened, and then, seeing that it was getting dark, he got up to clean up.

If it were before, Tang Yi might still have a trace of inner demon, a trace of inner demon brought by "Song Han, the last straw", but at this moment, this inner demon has dissipated.

Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he asked his wife and mother to wait there while he and Song Yan went for a walk.

When they were far away, Tang Yi said drunkenly: "Brother Han treats me with sincerity, I am really grateful."

Song Yan said: "Why bother saying this?"

Tang Yi laughed and said, "Why bother saying all this!"

He closed his eyes deeply and suddenly said, "Brother Han, I'm going to ask you a question, and you answer it like this."

Song Yan said: "Please speak."

Tang Yi hesitated and said with some difficulty: "You and my mother, can you..."

Song Yan stared at him with wide eyes.

Tang Yi mustered up his courage and uttered the last two words: "Dual cultivation?"

Song Yan was stunned and shook his head repeatedly, "How is it possible? Brother Yi, what are you thinking?!"

Tang Yi also blushed and stammered, "Then why does my mother trust you so much?"

Song Yan lowered his eyes slightly, sighed softly, and then said sincerely: "I am not alone, I have some close relatives in my hometown. The Immortal Mother knows all of them. This is one of them.

Second, the Fairy Mother should be able to understand my nature. If you give me a peach, I will definitely repay you with a plum.

Hence, there is this trust.”

The last bit of grudge in Tang Yi's heart was immediately resolved.

At this moment, he felt his mind was clear and bright, without any obstruction.

Although the Purple Mansion is far away, he no longer feels any restraint in his heart and will surely have smooth sailing this time.

Tang Yi said deeply: "Brother Han, from now on you and I are true brothers. No matter what happens in the future, I, Tang Yi, will definitely stand by your side. Thank you very much!"

The two men returned immediately, and soon the four of them returned in a sedan chair.

That night, Song Yan will temporarily stay at Tang Yi's residence, and will then be escorted by Mother Xingxian to the secret realm of the ancestral vein.

The secret realm can only be activated by the Wuxiang clan, but Song Yan's realm is low, so he needs to be escorted.

late at night.

Tang Yi Mansion.
Every pavilion in the backyard has the function of isolating people from seeing things, and the one where Song Yan lives is no exception.

Mother Xingxian moved quietly and when she came to a pavilion, her expression changed several times. Finally, she took a deep breath, pushed open the door, spun her delicate body, revealing a wanton look, and looked at Song Yan who was sitting cross-legged on the couch with a charming smile. She pointed her toes and flew over with a veil dragging behind her.

She thought about it for a day and felt that all she could do was to try her best to please this old weirdo with her body.

However, when she was halfway there, she heard a faint voice.

"Auntie Xing."

Xing Xianmu spun around and landed in front of Song Yan. She bit her lip and said, "Master."

Song Yan said: "Aunt Xing, now you and I no longer need to be together to maintain our relationship."

Of course, Xingxianmu understood.

She is no longer of any use.

If the old monster in front of her wanted to kill her, there was no need to do this.

Song Yan said: "In the past few days, I have helped Tang Yi resolve the inner demons that might erupt. His path to the Purple Mansion should be smooth and unobstructed."

Xing Xian Mother said deeply: "Thank you, Master."

Then he added: "From now on, since the master is the proud leader of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, I and Yi'er will really have to rely on the master."

Song Yan nodded gently and said, "I have always been nice to my own people."

Xingxianmu showed a look of joy.

She found that not only did she not have to die, but she also exceeded her original goal. From being with an old weirdo, she became with an old weirdo who was the "prodigy of the ancient Wuxiang clan."

She said sweetly: "Master, I wonder what else I am going to do?"

Song Yan suddenly asked, "Will Huo Lanxin leave with Tang Yi this time?"

Xing Xianmu didn't know what her master meant, so she just answered: "She and Yi'er are Taoist companions, so they should be together."

Song Yan said: "If you have powerful monks under your command, gather them as soon as possible. If there are Purple Mansion monks who are on good terms with you, it is best to invite them in the next few years. Because... you will be in trouble soon."

Xing Xianmu was surprised and asked, "What trouble?"

Song Yan said: "This trouble would have targeted you, Huo Lanxin, and Tang Yi, but since the latter two left with the ancestors of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, there is no problem. And you will become the only target."

Immediately, he said sternly: "A mysterious cultivator will come to capture you, and his strength should be at the Purple Mansion Realm."

Xing Xian Mu:
Song Yan said: "It's no problem to deal with them, right?"

Xing Xianmu said coldly: "If it were outside, I would be afraid, but this is the home ground of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

In this small piece of land, my master has reminded me that if I am killed by the outside minions again, my name will be written upside down.

just
Master, do we need to capture those people alive?"

Song Yan said: "No need at all, you can kill however you want, and you don't have to worry about being found out by the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. It would even be best if they offended the Wuxiang Ancient Clan."

Xing Xian Mother said, "I understand."

Song Yan suddenly raised his hand and gently reached forward.

Mother Xingxian was stunned for a moment, but then she proudly straightened her body.

However, when the hand was about to touch her chest, it moved to the side, grasped the silk on both sides of her body and moved it to the middle to cover the two white lumps.

"Auntie Xing, you are also an elder, so please wear more clothes in the future. How can this be considered improper?"

"Yes"

“Also, the one who came to capture you might not be someone in the early stage of Purple Mansion, but someone stronger.

This matter may require the help of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan."

Song Yan's eyes showed contemplation. He tidied up Xing Xianmu's messy hair and said in a deep voice, "You were attacked. Of course, this matter has nothing to do with me."

"Naturally it has nothing to do with the master."

"Do not disappoint me."

Xing Xian Mu was startled and said, "I will never let my master down. If...if I fail, I will commit suicide immediately and will never reveal a single word to my master."

Song Yan said softly: "Aunt Xing, please pay attention to your safety."

Mother Xingxian nodded.

However, her little head was full of doubts.

How does the master know that a mysterious monk will come to see her?

Who are those monks?
Kuching, Southland.
The dense buzzing sound formed a roar like a huge tsunami, which was the sound of countless flying insects flapping their wings.

The sky was covered by dark shadows, and the sun could not penetrate at all.

The monks' checkpoint where the ancient teleportation array was located had been bathed in blood. The bodies of the monks fell to the ground one after another, with strange black dots wriggling on their bodies.

Look closely!

Not only the corpses of cultivators, but even the mysterious weapons and treasures are no exception.

And they are all shrinking rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They are being eaten by insects.

The little black dots are bugs.

These insects covered the sky and the earth in groups, and the whole thing looked like dark tornadoes stretching across the sky and the earth.

In the center of the tornado stood a masked, red-robed strange man.

The weirdo was looking coldly at the Purple Mansion monk who was struggling in the light shield filled with the power of thoughts not far away.

The Purple Mansion cultivator was stationed here, and was the one Tang Yi had previously called Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang is usually a gentleman, but at this moment his face is ferocious and his eyes are filled with despair.

"Insect King! You came here in person to capture this formation. Are you trying to start a war?!"

Everyday frictions are not wars.

In a real war, monks from both sides are constantly thrown into the battlefield, and high-level monks will fall like rain.

Obviously, no country wants such a war to break out.

Unless it is "great value for money". The red-robed masked weirdo looked at the Purple Mansion monk in the gas mask and said in a strange voice: "Five months and eleven days ago, at the time of Chen, a group of people used the ancient teleportation array here. I want the information of all of them."

Mr. Wang said, "They are just the ancient tribesmen and some cultivators selected by the Hidden Dragon Society. What do you want them for?"

The Insect King said: "I just want the information of the person who used this ancient teleportation array at 7:00 p.m. on that day!"

Mr. Wang was not a member of the ancient tribe, so he naturally understood that the demons from the Shanhai tribe were going to cause trouble for the ancient country.

If he leaked the information at this time and brought some unnecessary losses to the ancient country, he would not be able to face the ancient tribe.

What method should be used?

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, he heard a terrible scream.

The dark whirlwind composed of countless insects was as fierce as a poisonous dragon, corroding the air shield formed by his thoughts.

Amidst the fluttering red robe, a hand was clasped tightly on his forehead.

The black worm spun, blocking all detection, and strange mysterious colors began to float on that weird hand.

Those colorful spots were like shackles, instantly piercing into Mr. Wang's brow.

"Henchman? King? Tiger blood?"

"Insect King, you actually have the blood of the Tiger King?"

Mr. Wang seemed to have seen something extremely horrifying and unbelievable.

Soon, a soul was dragged out of his body.

The Insect King's eyebrows opened, revealing five rotating dark gold evil beads.

The beads were separated from each other at even distances, slowly rotating, and were crawling with ghosts.

After entering, this soul was also thrown into the group of ghosts, and at the same time, it slowly began to tell the Insect King everything it wanted to know.

In a moment, the list of sixteen people appeared in the hands of the Insect King.

But it looked at the ancient teleportation array in front of it, but did not dare to step in personally.

After being silent for a long time, it decided to find some independent cultivators and sneak in to investigate one by one.

A few days later.
The morning light penetrated the dark clouds and fell on the mortal towns that had just awakened.

Suddenly, a flying chariot flew across the sky. Everyone looked up subconsciously, then returned to their daily lives.

The flying chariot landed at the entrance to the secret realm of the Wuxiang ancient clan’s ancestral vein.

"Auntie Xing, I'll send it here."

"Xiao Han, auntie is leaving first, please take good care of yourself."

"Auntie Xing too."

The young man waved, his expression warmer than the sunshine at that moment.

After the flying chariot left, he took out his identity token.

The secret realm created ripples, and the young man's figure disappeared into it, and appeared in front of an ancient garden.

After a while.
"Boy, are you willing to come back?"

Tang Xiaokong's voice was heard amid the creaking sound of the rocking chair.

He always lies in a very comfortable posture.

The entire garden of the Wuxiang ancient tribe was built in a way that is suitable for human habitation and in harmony with nature.

It is not luxurious or grand, but you will know at the first sight: it will be very comfortable to live here.

Tang Xiaokong sat up straight as the rocking chair rocked and asked with a smile, "Is the wine good?"

Song Yan said: "It tastes good."

Tang Xiaokong said: "I was negligent that day. You didn't want to leave Tang Yi with a demon in his heart."

Song Yan said: "Not only that, but also a way of returning a favor."

Tang Xiaokong's expression became more gentle, and he suddenly asked, "Would you like to be listed under my name in the family tree?"

After that, he smiled and said, "I am at the half-step Divine Infant realm. This is the last time I will sit in the ancestral lineage. After that, I will seek to break through the Divine Infant realm. My status in this generation of the clan is not low. Even the clan leader has to call me Third Brother when he sees me.

My Taoist partner is also a half-step divine infant. She and I have a son and a daughter, both of whom have entered the Purple Palace.

My children and grandchildren are scattered all over the place. Together with my mother, who is still alive, and my Taoist partner's previous generation, our family is quite prosperous.

If you are willing to join my family, just nod your head and you will be my adopted son from now on."

He was still hesitant at first, thinking of waiting until the family reunion fifty years later.

But this boy is not only talented, but also has good character, which is unprecedented. Tang Xiaokong couldn't help but feel admiration for his talent, so after Song Yan returned, he directly made such an invitation.

Song Yan knelt down respectfully and said, "I pay my respects to my foster father."

Tang Xiaokong stretched out his hand and lifted it up with a gentle force.

Tang Xiaokong approached, bent down, brushed the dust off his knees, and said with a smile: "Han'er, don't kneel next time. This is not customary in our family."

As he spoke, he patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "Come on, I'll take you to another place."

He showed a mysterious expression and said with a smile: "This place is the origin of the rise of my Wuxiang Ancient Clan, and it is also the true ancestral vein.

In the past, disciples of the family had to have made great contributions before they could join.

But the old man still has a vacancy, so I'll give it to you.

Tsk tsk tsk, a kid who has reached the seventh level of Xuan training is blessed by his ancestors. I really can’t imagine what his future holds, hahaha.”

Song Yan:.
Ancestral bloodline?

He suddenly felt a little scared.

His plan was: the demon monk had already taken the upper hand. If he wanted to devour the demon monk, he had to grab the tiger skin of the ancient clan. The higher his status and position, the better.

But a place like the ancestral vein was somewhat beyond his expectations.

However, when the time came, he had no choice but to go ahead.

The ancestral vein is a mountain.

A mountain deep in a mysterious place.

But to be precise, it is a place that looks like a heavenly lake in the core of the mountains.

In the sunshine, the surrounding peaks stand tall, white clouds flow, and the Tianchi Lake is sparkling. In fact, some water monsters are bred in the calm water.

Suddenly, the water waves began to rustle, and then surged violently. A pair of huge horns poked out from the water, and then floated up. The powerful pressure spread like a tide, making the few sounds of insects in the mountain disappear instantly, and there was deathly silence.

Song Yan looked at this scene in amazement, and at the same time did not forget to quickly spread Feng Chengzi's aura all over the surface of his soul.

Fortunately, not only was his spirit strong, but his control accuracy was even better, so the smearing was not wrong at all.
And what appeared before his eyes at this moment was actually a dragon!

A dragon, black on the left and white on the right!
The two colors not only did not make the dragon look ugly, but instead gave it a mysterious and terrifying feeling.

The black and white dragon swept over the two of them.

Song Yan only felt a gaze passing through his soul.

He didn't dare move.

The black and white dragon soared a hundred feet high, slightly hunched over, and lowered its head as if gazing at him seriously and deeply.

for a long time
Pfft!
The black and white dragon returned to Tianchi and sank into the water.

Tang Xiaokong was not surprised by this scene. Seeing the Black and White Dragon re-enter the pool, he patted Song Yan on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I have never seen the Yin-Yang Black Dragon stare at a junior for so long.

Ten breaths, the Yin-Yang Black Dragon looked at you for a full ten breaths!

Thinking back to the last time, after such a long time, he was still the patriarch.

However, the clan leader was only looked at for six breaths, which is much worse than you.

Hahahaha, not bad, not bad, you are very good.

But we still need to guard against arrogance and impatience and practice diligently.

You must know that even if you have potential, it is useless if it is not transformed into strength. "

Tang Xiaokong was extremely surprised at this moment.

The fact that Yin Yang Xuan Long took a fancy to him for ten breaths proved the potential of this youngster from another perspective.

This is also a recognition of his vision!

Song Yan said: "Foster father, what on earth is this..."

Tang Xiaokong said: "It is said that my Wuxiang Ancient Clan was born in this Tianchi Lake, and it has been more than 5,000 years. It is said that our ancestors opened up the secret realm of their destiny with earth-shaking strength."

Song Yan was stunned.
It seems that he still underestimated the secret realm he carried with him.

Madam Ling really has a great opportunity. Her thought may be above the Divine Infant Realm.
Tang Xiaokong continued: "The secret realm is to the world as a fetus is to its mother.

And this place is where the secret realm originates, and it is also the birthplace of our ancient Wuxiang clan.

It is said that all members of our Wuxiang Ancient Clan were conceived by our ancestor's own soul, and the ancestor's soul was divided into sixty-four strands. Therefore, the original members of our Wuxiang Ancient Clan only had sixty-four people.

The faceless masks are made from the placenta of ancestors, with a total of sixty-four masks, passed down from generation to generation.

This is also because of something that happened thousands of years ago, the ancient teleportation array was completely destroyed, cutting off the route between the north and the south, which is why my clan lost three veins in the south! !
Tang Yi is from the same lineage.

You are of the same lineage.

There is another lineage, but I am afraid I will never find it again."

Tang Xiaokong sighed softly, and then said: "The ancestor's spirit gave birth to our clan, and the placenta not only turned into a mask, but also turned into this Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon and this Tianchi.

Anyone from our clan who practices here can consolidate the talents of our clan, which can be regarded as a blessing from our ancestors.

Don't ask any other questions for now, just sit here in meditation for seven days.

After seven days, I will come to find you."

After saying that, Tang Xiaokong patted Song Yan on the shoulder again, turned around and floated away.

Song Yan stood beside the Tianchi Lake, the ancestral vein of the Wuxiang ancient clan, was silent for a moment, and then sat cross-legged in meditation.

Now that you are here, just make the best of it, take one step at a time, there is no point in thinking too much.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, feeling the breeze blowing across the water, ruffling his hair on both sides of his temples. He also heard the fish and dragons leaping in the deep pond and the lurking waves.

The sky alternates between day and night, dawn and dusk.

Suddenly, he felt a strange warmth.

Many golden spots appeared before his eyes.

It's raining?
Do not!
It's not raining!

Those golden spots of light emerged from the Tianchi Lake. Once they emerged, they passed through his skin and went towards his soul. After attaching to the aura of Feng Chengzi's soul, they merged together, making the thin golden light on the surface become thicker and brighter.

Song Yan felt that these golden spots seemed to contain some information, and as the golden light grew stronger, the information became more and more complete, as if it was a secret technique.

Seven days later.
early morning.

Song Yan slowly opened his eyes.

The golden light spot has disappeared and Tianchi has returned to normal.

But looking at such an ordinary scenery, Song Yan's eyes were filled with a serious look.

He glanced at the panel.

Unprecedented changes appeared on the panel:
【Name: Song Yan】

【Shouyuan: 142/8633】

[Talent 1: Yu Shou Dao Fruit]

[Talent 2: No Form]

The font color of Talent 1 is light gray, while that of Talent 2 is light blue. Obviously, the latter cannot be compared with the former, but this scene is shocking enough.

At the same time, Song Yan also felt that his eyes seemed to have some strange power. This power could easily see through the flow of mysterious energy, and then he could use the corresponding spells by just imitating it.

The ancestral lineage of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan not only truly blessed him, but also turned him into a true member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

Song Yan suddenly remembered the look Yin Yang Xuan Long gave him seven days ago, and a heavy feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

He was seen through!
The reason why the Yin-Yang Black Dragon looked at him for so long was that he discovered that he was not a member of the Wuxiang tribe.

However, this ancestral bloodline truly turned him into a member of the Wuxiang tribe.

Song Yan believed that even Tang Xiaokong and the clan leader had most likely never encountered such a thing, otherwise they would not be so eager to find their clan members.

But there is absolutely no such thing as "pie in the sky" in the world.

What is all this for?
Or maybe he was just overthinking it and this was just a normal blessing?
Perhaps it was because the ancestors discovered that he only had the spiritual aura of the Wuxiang clan and the inherited mask, but his talent was incomplete, so they automatically completed his talent?
No one answered.

No one knows either.

All of this is filled with a mysterious atmosphere that seems like a metaphor or suggestion, like a hidden clue that leads to a thousand miles away, but no one knows where it is going, and it is difficult to understand the deep meaning.

Song Yan always felt that he was very ordinary. He was an ordinary person in the past and now he is an ordinary devil, so he could not understand the meaning of it.

But he was instinctively wary.

He looked deeply at the Tianchi Lake, as if waiting for something to happen.

But until Tang Xiaokong appeared, nothing that he thought should happen had happened.

The Yin-Yang Black Dragon did not appear, and he felt like he had entered a dangerous area. Not only did he not suffer any loss, but he actually gained benefits out of nowhere.

But how is that possible?

Suddenly, the scene he saw in the first realm of the tumor realm emerged in Song Yan’s mind again.

That secret realm is a completely decayed secret realm of an ancient clan, in which the token still has ideas but no heirs.

What led to the complete extinction of an ancient tribe?

Did the Wuxiang Ancestor Vein sense his peculiarity and want to drag him down with it? Or was it just an unintentional operation, and was it supposed to be like this? Or was it something else, something sinister? Or was it something else?
Song Yan couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it for the time being.

Anyway, not only did he not suffer any loss, he also temporarily gained a great advantage.

He has learned to "drink while the wine is here", otherwise, wouldn't he be depressed to death just thinking about those desperate situations and those enemies who are still eyeing him covetously?
"Father!"

The young man smiled and said, "My ancestors have blessed me a lot. I feel that my talent has become stronger."

Tang Xiaokong smiled and said, "Come on, I will tell you the secret techniques of our clan and some points to note when traveling in the vassal states, and then you can go out to gain experience and practice.

These days, I told the clan leader about you, and he decided to send you a female cultivator from the Purple Mansion, who will obey you completely. This can be regarded as the protection of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan for the Tianjiao.

After all, you have only practiced the seventh level of Xuan. Even if you have the token of my Wuxiang Ancient Clan, you are still likely to encounter some blind and fearless dogs!"

Song Yan understood.

He really has become a second-generation ancient.

Moreover, he is a dandy second-generation rich man with powerful lackeys and a terrifying backstage.

Anyone who dares to provoke him will trigger the "beat the younger, then the older" mode.
Things change, and no matter what the future holds, it seems that his miserable days have come to an end for the time being.

Good days are coming!

(End of this chapter)