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

Chapter 161 160. Humanoid beast, the rules of the dandy (8.1K words - big chapter, please subscribe)
The ancient Wuxiang clan, the secret realm of the ancestral vein.
Outside the round oil-paper window, there are heavy shadows of trees.

The rustling sound of the branches and flowers swaying in the wind is soothing and relaxing.

In the small room, Tang Xiaokong crossed his legs, brewed a pot of tea, and poured two cups. When he saw Song Yanshi, he suddenly seemed to remember something and said with a smile, "I forgot, I like to drink tea, so I made you a cup. But I still have wine and spiritual liquid here, you can drink whatever you want."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and a number of exquisite jade bottles were placed on the ancient wooden table.

Tang Xiaokong swung his legs leisurely, grabbed a cup of tea, squinted his eyes and drank it down with a "tsk tsk" sound, then sighed comfortably and looked up at the sky, as if thinking about something.

Song Yan took the tea and took a sip.

The tea was weak.

There is no special function.

It is probably the tea that mortals drink.

The water is just ordinary water, maybe it is a mountain spring, maybe it is rain, but it is not any special water.

This kind of tea can be found everywhere in teahouses in the mortal world, but it should never appear in a place like this.

Tang Xiaokong came back to his senses, glanced at his slight surprise after drinking the tea, and said with a smile: "Don't think about it, don't remember it, don't rush it before it grows into rice, it will take its course when it is ready, and you won't understand the way if you are not in the right situation, otherwise it will only cause harm and no benefit.

To be honest with you, what I drink is not just an ordinary cup of tea, but what you drink can only be an ordinary cup of tea, otherwise there will be problems, hahaha."

Song Yanwei pondered for a moment, and immediately realized that Tang Xiaokong was comprehending the "Divine Infant Realm", so he didn't say much, but just said: "Han'er has learned from you."

Tang Xiaokong nodded with satisfaction, and then fanned himself like a village master, grabbed the teapot and poured tea into his mouth, then said: "My Wuxiang ancient clan has been around for more than 5,000 years. When we were first born, we had the innate soul secret technique and the Wuxiang mask as our inheritance.

Two thousand years ago, the Yin-Yang Black Dragon carried a jade tablet on its back and appeared in the ancestral vein. What was recorded on the jade tablet was the third inheritance of our ancient Wuxiang clan—the true method of selflessness.

If you are not from my clan, you will never be able to learn this method."

As he spoke, his palm moved slightly, as if triggering some mechanism, and a jade stele suddenly appeared in the void.

Tang Xiaokong said: "Han'er!"

If it were before, Song Yan might still feel guilty.

But now, he is a genuine member of the Wuxiang clan. Even the current clan leader and the ancestors of the previous generation are still members of the Wuxiang clan.

So, he raised his hand to touch the jade tablet, and his spiritual sense swept through it. Soon, a mysterious colorful light stream came and attached to the golden soul watch of his Wuxiang clan, and then... moved according to his heart, changing unpredictably.

At the same time, a line of information appeared on his panel:
Spells

"The Ancestral Blessings of the Formless and Broken Immortal" (No Cultivation Required)

After a little perception, he immediately understood that the effect of this new spell was extremely powerful. With a single thought, it could cover his soul and hinder the fluctuations of his own aura, making his own aura extremely restrained and impossible to detect.

Not to mention that he was completely unable to sense Tang Xiaokong's realm before, even Tang Xiaokong could not see through his realm now.

This is truly magical.

As for the "True Method of No Self" and the fact that it is extremely difficult for outsiders to practice it, it is all a lie.

Tang Xiaokong looked at his stunned expression and said, "Do you know what the 'True Method of Selflessness' is?"

Song Yan nodded, showing a strange smile, and said: "It seems that I don't even need to practice."

Tang Xiaokong laughed loudly and said, "That's right, but you still have to pretend to be practicing to the outside world, and if you touch on this issue, you have to say it's the "True Method of No Self"."

Song Yan thought for a moment and said, "Does any other ancient tribe have this?"

Tang Xiaokong looked at him in astonishment and praised: "Incredible, incredible, he has great talent, a good character, and even his brain is so useful?

Yes, many ancient tribes did not have this kind of secondary blessing from their ancestors.

Our Wuxiang Ancient Clan is a race that doesn’t like to reveal its true colors, so we lied to the outside world and said it was magic, not the blessing of our ancestors.”

Song Yan said: "Then why can our ancestors give us a second blessing?"

Tang Xiaokong shook his head and said, "These things are still very far away from you. So far away that you don't even need to think about them or explore them."

You will spend the next six months in this garden, reading books and learning some information about the realm.

Half a year later, when the female cultivator from Zifu arrives, you can go out to gain experience and practice.

"Although my Wuxiang Ancient Clan started much higher than ordinary people, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. You must remember to take one step at a time."

"My child understands."

Tang Xiaokong nodded and clapped his hands again.

The small room suddenly changed, and rows of bookshelves suddenly appeared in the empty air.

“There is no magic here, only some understanding of the realm by our ancestors of the Wuxiang clan. You should observe it to avoid going astray in the future.

This step is actually very important, but only a big family like ours can do it. When others are still trying to find their way, you know your direction very well, so you will never waste time or aimlessly."

"Yes."

After Tang Xiaokong finished speaking, he walked out leisurely, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, carrying a teapot, and humming a tune.

Song Yan followed his back and was suddenly in a trance for a moment, as if this Mr. Tang San had merged with the heaven and earth, and there was no distinction between them.

He retracted his gaze and silently looked at the new line of information added to the panel: "The Blessings of the Ancestors of the Formless Broken Little Immortal Position."

His gaze slowly focused on the word "broken", and he looked thoughtful.

He vaguely remembered that when he first came here, there was a person who gave him many benefits. Although that person was not "broken", he was "dying".

The other party saw his talent and gave him something in return, and he reciprocated the favor. To a certain extent, he already regarded that person as his true master.

Master, Master, is both a teacher and a father.

He had a clear conscience towards that person, but it still took him a long time to realize that he had been betrayed.

That person's name is Shi Zuo Weng.

He was the first elder who taught him a good life lesson.

The young man narrowed his eyes and walked under the bookshelf with a pious look, letting the sunlight from the window shine in, casting sparse shadows of the bookshelf.

He walked between the light and shadow, looked at the shelves full of books and notes, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Summer goes and autumn comes, and after the leaves fall, winter snow comes.

The snow fell layer by layer, and the courtyard of the old house of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan was silent, with no one sweeping the ground or asking about anything. However, it did not look dilapidated and desolate, but instead gave people a feeling of being integrated into the world.

The boy put back a book and closed his eyes to think.

The past six months were very important to him. He learned a lot from the bookshelves of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

These things may require you to rack your brains to understand them, or they may be impossible to obtain at all, because no one will break them down and explain them to you in such detail.

Only a big family with such background can do this.

The foundation is not only treasures and spells, but also knowledge and experience.

First, he understood his current spiritual state.

Speaking of this, we have to start with magic weapons.

Xuanqi and Xuanbao are items commonly used by low-level cultivators. However, these two types of treasures are meaningless after reaching the Purple Mansion Realm, because the power formed by thoughts in the Purple Mansion Realm far exceeds the effects of all Xuanbao and Xuanqi.

Song Yan knew this very well. When Gu Chi used the "Fengyunfutu Miasma" that year, the pagoda formed by thoughts fell from the sky. Even though it was a move from a distance, it still almost killed him.

Horcruxes, soul treasures, evil weapons, and evil treasures are the new track.

Horcruxes are like "batteries" that nourish the soul with souls, but their structure may not necessarily be like the "Ice Hell Bracelet" that "enslaves the human soul". Instead, they are deliberately made with some rare treasures and are not completely evil.

The difference between a soul treasure and a soul weapon is that the former can release the soul and has a larger capacity. Similarly, the manufacturing method is not all the same as the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner", there are other normal ones. But the biggest flaw of a soul treasure is "lack of precision". You can command and use it, but you cannot control the power in it in detail.

The evil weapon solves the shortcomings of the soul treasure. It can command the causal fragments to a certain extent, making them adhere to itself and form a "giant soul".

As for Shabao
The realm it is benchmarking against is actually the Divine Infant Realm.

Its greatest function is not to kill, but to defend.

The principle is "many souls entwine themselves, sharing all the damage to the souls, becoming one, and protecting the main soul."

The book recorded by the ancient Wuxiang clan says: "The Shabao was born from heaven and earth, just like a solitary boat in the vast ocean, drifting and carrying passengers across the sea."

This paragraph is very metaphorical and does not explicitly mention the sea of ​​suffering. It only gives the younger generations of this clan a general idea.

But for Song Yan, who had rolled on the shore of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, this sentence was extremely clear.

The Shabao is the small boat that helps the Divine Infant Realm to cross the sea of ​​suffering.

The source of the evil treasure is created by heaven and earth, not by humans.

Then comes the problem.
Normal evil treasures are produced by heaven and earth, but the evil treasure of "The King of Hell Soul Threshold" was obtained by the "King of Hell Tiger Clan" who sacrificed an entire clan because of their special race. This is a standard unconventional way.

A normal Shabao is a boat. A person is on the boat, and the boat crosses the sea. After reaching the shore, the person is still the person, and the boat is still the boat, but he seems to have melted half of the Shabao into his soul. Is this "the unity of man and boat"?

A normal evil weapon is used to spread all the damage to the soul, but his brows can directly emit terrible soul attacks, and it seems to be a little crooked inexplicably. At the first sight of this method, it gives a very wild feeling.

Besides this, the books of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan did not mention that the evil treasure could absorb the power from the Sea of ​​Bitterness and melt it together; nor did they mention what would happen if a person carrying half of the evil treasure of the King of Wild Things fell into the Sea of ​​Bitterness, melted that half of the evil treasure into his own soul, and absorbed a lot of the breath of the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

But this level of power can indeed absorb the thoughts of an early stage Divine Infant.

"An unprecedented, or at least extremely rare, state" is the conclusion Song Yan came to about his own condition.

Secondly, Song Yan’s understanding of the Purple Mansion Realm has also deepened a lot.

In the early stage of Purple Mansion, there is the thought of killing.

Killing thoughts, most cultivators kill all the way, and they are definitely not lacking in this. The core is to use the "Xuanxin" to borrow the body of heaven and earth to strengthen the soul.

The middle stage of Purple Mansion is for protection.

The best way to gain protection is to spend decades in peace and tranquility, and then you can realize it.

Song Yan thought about what "peace and tranquility" meant, but the first thing that popped into his mind was "Junior Sister An Li". The days in Nanwu Jianmen were indeed peaceful and tranquil.

If An Li was still here, if her old friend's heart had not changed, then that would be his greatest opportunity to break through to the middle stage of Purple Mansion.

In the late stage of Purple Mansion, please recite for me.

As the name suggests, I think, it means recognizing the existence of "I".

How to recognize it?

Only difference.

The key seems to be to understand that "I" is independent of "heaven and earth", not like flowers, plants, mountains and rivers, but is within "heaven and earth".

Only when I understand and do this can I call myself “I”.

It is precisely because "my thoughts" are so independent that they can exist continuously for a long time, rather than being confused between heaven and earth, with thoughts arising and disappearing in an instant.

I thought that the best way to break through would be to make use of the "Purple Mansion Secret Technique" and use my own thoughts to weave an equally powerful secret power, enveloping myself in it, isolating myself from the influence of heaven and earth, and completely severing my connection with heaven and earth.

However, at the moment of actually achieving it, one needs to withstand some kind of strange attack from the heaven and earth. This kind of attack is called a small heavenly calamity. If one can survive it, one will successfully break through to the late stage of Purple Mansion.

This made Song Yan think of the "Fengyunfutu Miasma" of the zombie wolf tribe again. That pagoda that was like a thought, wasn't it the power that some zombie wolf tribe ancestor realized?
Again, Song Yan also knew some combinations of the Nine Realms of the Crimson Palace.

It is said in the books of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan that there is no perfect match among the nine realms of the Crimson Palace, but there is the most suitable match.

There are two paths, one is to focus on the soul, and the other is to focus on the body.

The books of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan record some important bloodline combinations, locations, ways to obtain them, etc.
If the members of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan want to obtain these bloodlines, besides going to get them themselves or sending their subordinates, there is another way, which is to issue an "ancient order" to the vassal states.

To put it simply, the "ancient order" is a reward.

The ancient tribe also has contribution points, but the ancient tribe does not have contribution points for its own members, but has them for outsiders.

Different contribution points can be exchanged for different rewards.

The greatest reward of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is the secret technique.

Many of these skills and secret techniques are coveted by other sects; in addition, there are also some resources, privileges, etc.
The most important privilege is the duration of "Xuan Xin" practice.

If you want to enter the early stage of Purple Mansion, you only need to sit on Xuanxin for a few years. However, the early stage of Purple Mansion at that time is extremely unstable. If you want to stabilize it, you either continue to sit on Xuanxin or use a large amount of Xuanyu to maintain it, and the effect is not as good as "Xuanxin".

"Xuanxin" is hard to come by, but the area around "Xuanxin" is also an important resource and can be distributed.

Therefore, controlling "Xuanxin" means controlling the greatest resource for the promotion of all the powerful people in the sects of the vassal state, and it is also a monopoly resource.

Every disciple of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan can issue "Ancient Orders" to a certain extent. If there is a problem of "Xuanxin" conflict, they can either queue up, wait, or adjust.
However, a very small number of Xuanxin are reserved by the Wuxiang Ancient Clan for use by subordinate sects, which also ensures the "credibility" of the "Ancient Order".

However, these Xuanxins are naturally much inferior to the Xuanxins kept by the Wuxiang Ancient Clan in terms of both cultivation environment and quality.

Song Yan put down the book, he felt the time had come.

There were footsteps outside, and soon, Tang Xiaokong appeared in front of the door and said, "Xiao Han, your people are here, and it's time for you to go and practice.

You must remember what I said when you are outside.

We, the Wuxiang people, have always been mysterious and do not allow others to know our true identity or appearance. The Wuxiang Mask and Wuxiang True Method can help you achieve this.

In any place of my Wuxiang Ancient Clan's vassal state, whether you are facing the mortal king or the sect master, you only need to produce the identity token, and the other party must recognize it. You can also order them at will, or even interfere in their affairs, and let them do something that is not so costly. If it is too big, then issue an ancient order.

Of course, the premise of all this is that the other party has not offended you. If there is any blind dog who dares not to give us face, then there is no need for us to exist.

If you encounter a powerful enemy, and the female cultivators around you cannot help you stop it, you can directly use the identity token, which contains the aura of many late Purple Mansions and even Divine Infants in the clan. Who will take action depends on how close you are to me. You belong to my lineage, so the ones who took action in the past were naturally from my lineage. If none of my lineage is available, then it depends on who is available, but in short, you don't have to worry about no one taking action.

The person who can kill my Wuxiang Ancient Clan on this small piece of land has not even been born yet, humph!"

"I understand, godfather." Song Yan said respectfully.

Tang Xiaokong smiled kindly and said, "I hope that when we meet again in fifty years, you can give me a surprise."

"Yes, godfather."

"Okay, Han'er, then you go." Tang Xiaokong nodded, and then seemed to think of something, hesitant to speak, but still said, "That female cultivator is not ordinary, her combat power is quite good, ordinary Purple Mansions can't stand in front of her. She is also loyal to my Wuxiang clan. This time I go with you, I also want to relax and comprehend the late stage of my thoughts.

However, you don't have to worry, she will never disobey you, and after hearing that you were stared at by Yin Yang Xuan Long for ten breaths, she took the initiative to apply to be your man. "

Song Yan said: "What does she want from me?"

Tang Xiaokong smiled faintly and did not answer. He only said: "She will only die in front of you and will never harm you."

Song Yan asked again: "Then, how should I call her?"

Tang Xiaokong said: "The ancestor called her Xi girl, and you can just call her Xi Yi."

When Song Yan walked out of the garden, he saw Aunt Xi standing in the middle of the snow.

Aunt Xi looks really cheerful.

It was the joy of a brutal beast in human form.

She was eight feet tall, extremely stout, and almost the same lengthwise and horizontally.

Fat was piled up, layered over layered, like a hundred pieces of heavy steel armor. His legs were thicker than an elephant's. A pair of eyes as big as soybeans were embedded in the center of his fat face, flashing a cold light. The aura around him was like dozens of slaughterhouses stacked together, filled with an unpleasant murderous intent and fishy smell.

When that gaze fell on the young man, Aunt Xi fell to the ground and shouted, "Master."

The reason why she fell down was that she could no longer half-kneel or bend over.

But from such a woman, Song Yan felt the extremely terrifying power of flesh and blood.

What Tang Xiaokong said, “not ordinary”, does make sense.

This Aunt Xi is obviously an outlier in the Purple Mansion Realm.

Song Yan even felt that if Aunt Xi pressed on Master Yingti, Master Yingti would be crushed to the point that his eyeballs would pop out and fly dozens of feet away.
"Auntie Xi, we are family, please don't attack us anymore."

Song Yandao.

Aunt Xi's belly moved, and she bounced herself up, saying in a cute tone, "Okay, Master."

Then she asked again: "Master, where are we going?"

Song Yan had been here for half a year and had a plan in mind, so he smiled and said, "Let's do it one by one."

If he was an imposter, he would be panicking now and even trying to cover it up.

But he is not.

No matter what the reason, he was given the identity of a member of the Wuxiang clan. He is now a true prodigy of the ancient Wuxiang clan.

Winter passes and spring comes.

A cultivator who looked like he was in the middle stage of the Crimson Palace was showing a look of gratitude, but the person who saw him off just said, "No need to thank me, this is the arrangement of the superiors. You really don't know how lucky you are. You just came from a small sect in the southern part of the ancient Jin country, and you were assigned to be a guest elder in one of the top five sects of my ancient clan."

This cultivator in the middle stage of the Crimson Palace was one of the thirteen people who came with Tang Yi. His name was Jiao Yifu.

Jiao Yifu was originally doing some family affairs under Tang Yi's arrangement, and he was used to it. But just a few days ago, he suddenly received a secret order, saying that he should be transferred to a big sect to serve as a guest elder.

This is simply soaring to the sky.

"It is the master's kindness. The master is so kind. I, Jiao Yifu, will never forget the master's kindness. Even if I am in another sect, I will always be the master's man." The monk patted his chest, extremely excited.

"Go quickly. Once you arrive at the sect, you must cherish this hard-earned opportunity. Practice diligently and don't go out and wander around recklessly."

"Of course, of course! I will definitely break through the realm soon!"

The two exchanged greetings again, and then Jiao Yifu clasped his fists, took the transfer order, and flew away.

The person who was seeing him off stood in place, the spring breeze blew his long hair, his face changed, and soon he turned into another person, seemingly ordinary, but his eyes had a unique charm.

Suddenly, the air here became quiet, and all the insects' buzzing since the Waking of Insects stopped. A fishy wind blew on the face, and a huge fat figure fell with a thud, as if a god was holding a hammer and hitting the earth hard.

Song Yan said helplessly: "Auntie Xi, can you walk more lightly?"

Aunt Xi said, "I'm sorry, Master. I was already walking very carefully."

Song Yan firmly believed that if Aunt Xi were left outside, she would definitely be a terrifying beast that would scare everyone.

If it were an ordinary person, facing Aunt Xi's appearance and voice, they would have collapsed long ago. Even if they didn't collapse, they would still feel fear and disgust.

But Song Yan treated her normally.

Because after spending some time together, he has come to understand that Aunt Xi is definitely a terrible enemy, but Aunt Xi seems to value and care for him very much.

Song Yan believed that anything that wanted to get close to him and hurt him would be beaten to pieces by Aunt Xi in anger.

After a simple question and answer, he looked at the monk who was leaving.

Aunt Xi didn't ask him why he did that, she just looked around with her eyes as big as soybeans.

When she senses that a monster has an unfriendly aura, she will lick her lips, and the monster will be so scared that it will piss and shit and run away even if it is still far away.

As for Song Yan's purpose, it was very simple.

There were thirteen people in total who followed Tang Yi to the ancient tribe that day. Three of them died unexpectedly during the trial, leaving ten people.

He asked for these ten people from Xingxianmu and assigned them to ten major forces respectively. He also told them to practice well in the sect and not to go out and "wander around".

Among these ten people, he even let Xingxianmu adopt one as his "godson", and thus formed a Taoist couple with a girl from a big shot's family in a powerful force.

Anyone who wants to offend these ten major forces will have a headache.

Therefore, it is not easy for anyone who wants to go to these ten forces to capture those ten people.

He knew that the evil monk must be looking for someone to investigate the situation here.

Therefore, he did not mind making it a little more difficult for the demon monk, even if he was not in the demon monk's search range. But as long as he could make it more difficult for the demon monk, he would spare no effort to do so.

Song Yan thought for a moment and asked again, "Auntie Xi, have you found the whereabouts of the person I asked you to check?"

Aunt Xi nodded her huge head, moved her hand, and took out a map.

The maps of ancient countries are very convenient: they use spiritual consciousness to locate the destination. No matter where you are, as long as you integrate the spiritual consciousness and look at the map, you can find your destination accurately.

What Song Yan wanted to find was naturally the whereabouts of "Nanwu Jianmen".

Old friends and the like come second.

The most important thing is that he has understood that the key to his breakthrough to the middle stage of Purple Mansion lies in "Nanwu Sword Gate".

His kindness and protection can only be born in the soil of "Nanwu Jianmen".

He needs to move this opportunity to a safe place first, otherwise it will take a lot of time and energy to find another opportunity.

If he were to go there, he would definitely sneak over there carefully and stealthily.

But now, there is no need!
Song Yan's eyes quickly swept across the map and finally slowly landed on one place.

That place is not within the territory of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, but further east. It is close to a force called the "Night King Ancient Clan". Between it and the "Wuxiang Ancient Clan" is a blood-colored place - the Ice Mirror Wasteland.

The ancient teleportation array leading to the ancient Jin Kingdom is also in that direction.

The road Song Yan took before was actually on the ice wasteland.

This is a case of preferring to take a detour rather than go through the wasteland. It is obvious that the Ice Mirror Wasteland is a dangerous place.

The Nanwu Jianmen is located near the Bingjing Wasteland, and the surrounding area seems to be quite barren.

"Aunt Xi, I want this sect."

Song Yan raised his hand and pointed at "Nanwu Jianmen".

Aunt Xi leaned over, tilted her head, stared at the map, thought for a while, and simply said one word: "Okay."

Song Yan asked: "Is it difficult?"

Aunt Xi looked thoughtful, as if she was considering whether it was difficult or not. After a long while, she raised her chubby hand, made a small gap between her thumb and index finger, and said, "Maybe, a little, just a little."

After she finished speaking, she grinned and said, "This Nanwu Sword Sect actually has some connection with me."

Song Yan: ???
This was something he never expected.

Aunt Xi met his curious gaze and explained, “Five thousand years ago, there were two powerful ancient tribes on this land, one was called the Dragon Elephant Ancient Tribe, and the other was called the Lingbo Ancient Tribe.

I am a descendant of the ancient dragon-elephant clan.

And the young master of Nanwu Jianmen is a descendant of the ancient Lingbo clan."

Song Yan said: "Where are the Dragon, Elephant and Lingbo tribes now?"

Aunt Xi said, "He's dead."

Song Yan asked, "How did he die?"

Aunt Xi said sweetly: "Master needs to work hard to become stronger before you can know."

After that, she changed the subject and said with a smile: "The Jianmen and I are both descendants of the extinct clan, this is our connection.

As for that little bit of difficulty, it is the Ancient Night King Clan, because the Ancient Night King Clan was once a subordinate clan of the Ancient Lingbo Clan. When the Ancient Lingbo Clan was destroyed, the Ancient Night King Clan took advantage of the situation and captured some surviving members of the Ancient Lingbo Clan, wanting to continue the power of their race for their own use.

Now, the young leader of Nanwu Jianmen has actually been gone for several generations and is no longer that important, but his reputation is well-known. Many cultivators know of his beauty and want to use him as their cauldron.

Unfortunately, someone from the Night King Ancient Clan has set their sights on them. "

Song Yan said: "Have you started yet?"

Aunt Xi said, "Nanwu Jianmen made great contributions in repairing the ancient teleportation array. The Ancient Clan Alliance granted them fifty years to recuperate and ten years to use the Xuanxin. Now, the time has passed."

Song Yan was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Aunt Xi, I don't care. I just heard about that young lady's reputation, and I just want her to be my furnace. I don't care, I don't care about anything!"

Aunt Xi nodded heavily and said, "It should be so."

A month later.
The ancient Night King clan, a sect in the north.

A young man with a sinister look was sitting with his legs crossed, eating a mysterious fruit and drinking a cup of immortal wine, when suddenly someone stumbled in from outside, shouting, "Oh no, young master, something terrible has happened!!"

The sinister young master frowned and pointed at the man and said, "Why are you panicking?"

The person who rushed in said, "It's the young lady Yu Xuanwei from Nanwu Jianmen."

The sinister young master was none other than a member of the ancient Night King clan, named Ye Fu.

The man continued, "Someone rushed to the sky above Nanwu Jianmen, saying that they wanted Miss Yu to be their Taoist partner, and they also wanted the entire Nanwu Jianmen as their dowry."

Ye Fu was stunned for a moment, and then anger crept up his eyebrows. He slammed the table and smashed it to pieces. He could not contain his anger and said, "Impossible! Who dares to snatch it from me in this land?

I have already made it clear that the young lady is mine, who dares to touch her?"

The man smiled bitterly and said, "That's someone from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan."

Ye Fu's expression froze slightly, and he murmured, "That's possible."

But as he was speaking, he became furious again: "Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you are a member of a powerful ancient clan? I must tell the elders about this matter and ask them to administer justice!!"

The person who rushed in just smiled bitterly. As for this kind of fight between gods, he could only pass on the message.

At this time, above Nanwu Jianmen.
The beautiful woman in scarlet brocade clothes looked at the sky with a strange expression.

Not only has the years not left any signs of aging on her body, but they have made her more charming. She is like a fairy peach that takes hundreds of years to grow and ripen, and is now plump and juicy, becoming more and more attractive.

Yu Xuanwei was already in despair.

Because she was targeted by a playboy from the ancient Night King clan.

The dude announced to everyone around him early on that she was destined to be his woman.

Yu Xuanwei relied on many means to drag it out until now, but now it seemed that she could not drag it on any longer. At this time, something unexpected happened.

The dandy man from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan was sitting in a flying chariot, floating in the sky, and he unreasonably declared that she was his woman and anyone who touched her would die.

Beside the dude, a woman who looked like a killer beast was floating quietly, looking south, as if waiting for the arrival of someone who refused to obey.

(End of this chapter)