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

Chapter 163 162. Recognizing An Li, Sacrificing the Demonic Infant (9.1K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
Snow Country, Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, Zhengyang Peak.

Song Yan took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, took a step forward, and came to the palace where the sword practitioners of the Southern Wu Sword Sect stayed - Tingxue Palace.

The young monk was happily decorating Tingxue Palace. When he saw him coming, he chanted "Sir" and then led him directly to Yu Xuanwei.

Yu Xuanwei is making the formation plate.

The mysterious energy here is abundant, which is much better than the bitter and cold land where the sect was originally located. But even so, she still finds it difficult to maintain the state of the pseudo-mansion, and has to consider reselling some things in exchange for the mysterious jade.

What she was reselling was naturally "formation".

Over the years, since she entered the pseudo-government, she has been making a living by "selling formations".

Hearing the footsteps and seeing someone coming, Yu Xuanwei stopped carving the formation, breathed a sigh of relief, then changed her expression to a serious one and went to greet them.

"Owner."

she shouted respectfully.

Song Yan glanced at her formation. The formation patterns were intricate, yet revealed a sense of simplicity. It was obvious that the young lady in front of him had made great progress in the art of formations.

"Did you get the inheritance from the ancient Lingbo clan?" Song Yan asked casually.

Yu Xuanwei hesitated for only a moment before quickly taking out a special golden page from her bosom, holding it up and handing it over, saying respectfully, "I found it by accident in the ruins of our clan."

Song Yan took the gold paper, looked at it again and again, and asked curiously: "It's been thousands of years, how can something still be overturned in the ruins? Could it be that someone dug a pit for you?"

Yu Xuanwei said respectfully: "I found this secret place by following the information passed down by word of mouth from my ancestors. Unfortunately, this is all I found. As for digging the pit, this formation is extremely powerful and has a very good actual combat effect. It also fits the ancient Lingbo clan's Shuixuanyi. I haven't found any problems yet."

Song Yan said: "What is the name of this formation?"

Yu Xuanwei said: "Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Formation.

This formation is extremely powerful in the Land of Water Mystery. Once activated, it will freeze the people in the formation quickly and burn their lives. Even if it is the main formation of the Purple Mansion, even if you encounter someone of the same realm, as long as you hold them back for a moment, the opponent will quickly become weak and die in the formation.

It is by making this formation that I can earn some black jade and make a living."

Song Yan handed the gold paper back, along with a bag of black jade, and said, "Make a copy for me later.

In addition, this formation can be used to set up some mechanisms on Zhengyang Peak as a form of defense.

By the way, where is the ruins of your Lingbo Ancient Clan?"

Yu Xuanwei nodded and said, "It is now in the Ice Mirror Wasteland."

Song Yan said "Oh", and then, in no hurry to leave, he sat down and chatted with her about formations.

Yu Xuanwei originally took the attitude of answering any questions from the ancient tribe member in front of her. As for the "art of formation", she didn't think the boy in front of her could say anything, so, in many places, she even planned to praise him against her will.

People always change, and she has to change too.

But as they chatted, she suddenly discovered that this young man really understood the art of formations, and his insights in some areas were even more profound than hers.

At this time, Song Yan took the pen and on the paper where she had sketched the formation pattern, he danced with his pen, sketching out some formation patterns left and right. This was exactly a corner of the "Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Formation" she had just drawn.

"Xuan Wei, look at these array patterns."

"What happened to them?"

"They actually contain simpler and more mysterious trajectories. If they are purified, they will become the Heavenly Dao characters."

"Tiandao text?"

"The Heavenly Dao characters are so mysterious that they cannot be memorized. Your Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Formation has tens of thousands of characters, but even the incomplete Heavenly Dao characters only have a few thousand. The complete Heavenly Dao characters may only have a few hundred or even dozens of characters."

"Master, have you seen it?"

Yu Xuanwei widened her beautiful eyes in surprise.

Song Yan nodded and said, "I have seen it."

Yu Xuanwei's breathing became rapid.

She has an inextricable bond with formations throughout her life. When she heard that there were actually Heavenly Dao characters above the formations, and that the operation of the formations was actually nothing more than Heavenly Dao characters mobilizing the power of heaven and earth, her heart beat wildly.

"Master, do I have a chance to see the heavenly words you are talking about?"

"What the clan has seen and known. I will take Xuan Wei to see it when I have the chance."

"Thank you, Master."

The conversation between the two fell into a brief silence.

Song Yan suddenly asked again: "Are you used to living here?"

Yu Xuanwei nodded and began to talk about the hard times in the past. She said that when Nanwu Jianmen first came, it was actually okay, but after the fifty-year period, it began to be suppressed. Disciples left, scattered, and died, leaving only dozens of people.

Song Yan wanted to ask Su Yao and Cao Yuzhuang, but he held back. After all, he still had to abide by the basic laws of his identity. If the woman in front of him knew that he was Song Yan, there would be too many things to worry about, and he would not be able to raise Hu Nian in peace.

So, he continued with the awkward chat mode.

When they first started chatting, Yu Xuanwei thought that this young man from the ancient clan wanted to cultivate feelings with her and wanted to conquer her. After all, for the young masters of these big families, women's bodies are not in short supply, but women's hearts are very scarce.

But as they chatted, Yu Xuanwei gradually realized that the boy in front of her didn't seem to have his mind on her, and she didn't know what he was thinking.

Time passed and soon it was evening. Song Yan asked Yu Xuanwei to take him to visit the current Tingxue Palace.

After visiting one place after another, the two came to the alchemy room in the corner.

In the room, a petite girl with a dull face, unsmiling expression and disheveled hair was using magic to send air to the alchemy furnace.

The blazing fire dyed the female cultivator's cheeks lightly red, and some white hair had already fallen at her temples.

Yu Xuanwei introduced with a smile: "An Li, the alchemist of our sect.

Master, don't blame her. She is obsessed with refining the elixir. When she is refining the elixir, she will not react even if the sky and the earth around her collapse. Ahem, Anli, Anli!"

she shouted.

The female cultivator in the distance froze, as if she was in hesitation.

Should I come or not?
If he comes, now that the alchemy has reached a critical juncture, this furnace of pills might be ruined.

If you don't come, it doesn't seem to be a good thing.

However, Song Yan did not let her struggle any longer. Instead, he sniffed the fragrance of the pill and said, "This is a furnace of good pills. It should not be wasted."

Yu Xuanwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to say something else, she saw the young man waved his hand at her and said, "I just happen to be interested in alchemy. You go and do your thing. I'll wait here to consult Master An."

Yu Xuanwei: ???

Song Yan ignored her and found a table and chair under the window to sit down.

Yu Xuanwei naturally knew An Li's temper, and was afraid that this stubborn alchemist would anger the young master of the ancient clan, so she smiled and said, "There's nothing to do, I'll just stay here."

The fire burns quietly
There was no more movement in the room.

Song Yan quietly looked at the female cultivator who was refining the elixir at the moment, and her past appearance flashed through his mind.

When I first met him, he was a girl with a burnt smell all over her body, grey cheeks, and natural curls from being permed at high temperature. She flashed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, said she was late, and called him a bad guy in surprise. After the "blind date session" was over, she hurried away.

Later, when they got to know each other better, Junior Sister An Li became a ray of light for him, a flower of light blossoming in his dark and desperate heart. No matter what the scene was, as long as she was there, the sharp outlines would become smooth, the cold ice and snow would become warm, and the scene would become beautiful and lovely, soft and tender, like the white clouds in the sky, the cotton wool in the wind, and the cotton candy in his hand.
When they left, she cried her heart out, but she never thought that it would be her last farewell.

But now, her eyes were lifeless, and she was stubbornly refining the elixir in front of the furnace. She looked completely focused, as if she was dead and no longer cared about what was happening outside.

Song Yan came back to his senses, and there was an involuntary tenderness in his eyes when he looked at An Li.

He didn't understand it before, but at this moment he understood one thing: if he still had pure good intentions, then those good intentions should be placed on the female cultivator in front of him.

It was not just because of the brief time they spent together, but also because of his expectations, his memories, and his imagination. All of them were placed on the female cultivator in front of him.

Sometimes, you like someone not because that person is unique, but because your fantasy and your longing have dressed her in the most luxurious clothes in the world, making her unique.

She may be old now, but in your eyes, she will always be the same as when you first met her.

An Li, that is the girl in Song Yan's heart, and she is the opportunity for him to break through to the middle stage of Purple Mansion.

Yu Xuanwei noticed this hint of tenderness, and her heart began to feel confused, but she didn't understand why. However, she always felt that this unfathomable young man from the ancient clan was in a way that was very different from usual in terms of shyness and fussiness.

It was not until a long time later, when the elixir was ready in the distance and the fragrance of the elixir filled the air, that An Li came over from afar, bowed stiffly, and said, "Greetings, sir."

no respond.

Yu Xuanwei at the side asked: "Master?"

Song Yan came back to his senses and said softly, "Seeing Master An Dan reminded me of an old friend."

After that, he smiled and said, "Master Alchemist, could you make me a bowl of noodles?"

In the past, on Wenshui Island, the only thing that Master Andan, who was good at frying alchemy furnace, could do was cook noodles, which tasted ordinary and very average.
An Li was stunned for a moment, then said coldly: "No face."

Yu Xuanwei said hurriedly: "I will send someone to the Demon Sect to get some."

An Li took a deep breath and said stubbornly: "I haven't touched these things for hundreds of years."

She bowed slightly and said, "Sorry, sir. I still need to sort out the alchemy furnace. I'll be busy now."

After saying that, she turned and left, not caring at all that the young man in front of her could decide the fate of the entire Nanwu Jianmen, nor did she care how the young man would deal with her.

Yu Xuanwei said: "Master, I will give you my bottom"

Song Yan closed his eyes. He understood why the alchemist in front of him "didn't touch these things for hundreds of years". He raised his hand and waved, smiling: "This temper is exactly the same as my old friend."

He stood up and said, "Come back tomorrow," then glanced at Yu Xuanwei and said calmly, "You don't have to come."

Yu Xuanwei: ???

The next morning.

Song Yan made some deductions and coordinated the use of resources. He spent 8 years to push his realm from the seventh level of Lianxuan to the ninth level of Lianxuan. Then he just had to wait for the blood of Jianggong.

He vaguely remembered that he had made a breakthrough in Snake Corpse Market before. At that time, it took him 67 years to break through one level. But now. Even though he only had a low-grade Earth Profound Root, with good Profound Veins and sufficient resources, he shortened the time by more than ten times and broke through one level in only 4 years.

There was a knock on the door.

Princess Xi is outside the door.

Besides her, there is also Mu Lieyang, the leader of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect.

When Mu Lieyang saw Song Yan, he bowed respectfully and said with a smile: "The envoy has misunderstood me. The fire that the envoy wants is not a secret method, but a local specialty fire crystal."

After saying that, he took out a storage bag and presented it to him.

Song Yan took it, scanned it, and found many small red and black crystals in it.

Mu Lieyang said: "This crystal can greatly enhance the power of shadow puppets and paper figures, but it also comes at a price. The price is that the shadow puppets and paper figures will soon be scrapped and become completely useless.

As for the leatherworking technique that the envoy wants to learn, Elder Wang is an expert in it. Even I am far inferior to her in terms of skills.

As for the skills, I have also brought them to you.

Take a look, if you need it, you can exchange it with ancient clan contribution points."

Song Yan nodded.

Mu Lieyang immediately took out a number of jade slips, raised his hand and waved them, the jade slips glowed, and like a projector, they projected words into the air, showing the name of the technique and a basic introduction.

"Fire Viewing Method": Practice the mysterious method to draw fire into the body, and the fire will invade
"Fire Worship": Crimson Palace technique, fire also burns blood, extremely powerful burst

"Ghost Infant Sutra": Purple Mansion Kung Fu, fake ghost infant and divine infant, you can condense the ghost infant in the Purple Mansion realm, and then smoothly break through the divine infant
Song Yan paused for a moment on the Ghost Infant Scripture, his pupils shrank, then he retracted his gaze and asked calmly, "Aunt Xi, what do you think of these three methods?"

Princess Xi said, "I heard that the Ghost Infant Sutra is an incomplete technique, Sect Master Mu, am I right?"

Mu Lieyang sighed and said, "Yes, I can tell you this from the envoy and Princess Xi. The core of the Ghost Infant Sutra is to refine the infant. It is said that by using this method, one can steadily break through to the Divine Infant realm.

Thousands of years ago, my ancestor Wuhuan Zhenren entered the divine infant realm in this way, and then traveled north. Although he lost contact, he left behind a beautiful story.

Taoist Priest Wu Huan said that this method of breaking through realms was particularly stable and far superior to other techniques. It was a pity that this method of breakthrough had been erased by someone. This was also an unspeakable scandal for the sect.

My family is in misfortune, and I am sorry to have caused trouble for you, Princess Xi."

As he spoke, the man in the fire robe cupped his hands with a worried look on his face.

Princess Xi grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and said with a smile: "Could it be that Sect Master Mu wiped it himself?"

Mu Lieyang smiled bitterly and said, "Princess Xi, you are joking. Our ancestors never erased the inheritance, so why would I do this?"

Princess Xi said in a deep voice: "It is also your blessing that the master comes to your sect to practice. Don't miss it."

Mu Lieyang said: "If there is, I will definitely take it out."

Princess Xi said, "Then bring the inheritance jade slip instead of this replica to fool people."

Mu Lieyang said: "The power in the inheritance jade slip is enormous, and it is beyond the ability of the envoy at his current level to bear. But I promise that if the envoy breaks through the Crimson Palace Realm or the Purple Mansion Realm, I will take out the inheritance jade slip and show it to him in person."

The two of them were chatting back and forth.

It was not until Song Yan said "change" that the two calmed down.

Princess Xi took the contribution points and gave them to Mu Lieyang, who then pushed the three replica jade slips in front of Song Yan and assured him that "the contents of these jade slips are exactly the same as the inheritance jade slips, but they can only contain information once. Moreover, if Song Yan breaks through to the subsequent realm, he can look for the inheritance jade slips he wants at any time for comparison."

Song Yan raised his hand and put the three jade slips into his storage bag. Suddenly, a strange idea flashed through his mind.

The fire crystal that can "burn the shadow puppets, stimulate the shadow puppets, and make the shadow puppets burst out with stronger power", and the ice coffin killing array that "can weaken people and burn their lives" seem to have something in common.

If he had not just come from Yu Xuanwei yesterday and had not seen the Fire Crystal directly today, he would not have had such a thought at all.

However, the two seem to have nothing to do with each other and are completely a far-fetched and unfounded connection.

In addition to this, could it be that Zhang Han’s "Ghost Infant Sutra" was passed down from this Fire Worshiping Demon Sect?

Song Yan's expression changed.

He always liked to remember these coincidences.

In his heart, every sect has its own secrets, and so does every country. His current identity only gives him a life-saving talisman, making others dare not touch him easily.

But if he wants to get some core things from the sect or the country, he will inevitably be involved in those secrets, even if he is a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

And at this moment, a white shadow flashed in the distance.

Miss Susu stepped on the ground gracefully and arrived on time, ready to "accompany the prince to study" and make leather together.

Mu Lieyang glared at her coldly and said, "Elder Wang, take good care of the envoy."

He deliberately emphasized the word "take care of", as if concealing an inexplicable threat.

Wang Susu's delicate body trembled, and she lowered her head and said, "Susu, I understand."

When you didn't tell about the cancellation on the day
The two of them made leather together again, and the animal skin was the primary monster skin.

Wang Susu taught him seriously, and because they were close, physical contact was inevitable.

A few days ago, whenever Song Yan accidentally touched her, even if it was just her sleeve, she would shrink her hand in surprise like a frightened rabbit, a kitten stepping on its tail, or getting an electric shock, and then continue teaching him as if nothing had happened.

But today, after the unintentional touch, she stopped moving.

This is accompanied by rapid breathing and heaving chest.

Song Yan thought about the interaction between Wang Susu and Mu Lieyang just now and suddenly understood.

Junior Sister Susu wanted to convey that she was originally a pure girl, and was only now forced to try hard to get close to him, and then reluctantly went to bed with him and served him well.

Song Yan was happy.

If he didn't know what kind of vixen Junior Sister Su Su was, he would have been fooled by her acting skills.

I have to say, the trick is quite profound.

So, soon
When their pinkies were about to touch again, Song Yan retracted his hand like a frightened rabbit. Wang Susu was stunned for a while, then bit her lip, with a look of pity and loss in her eyes, but the loss was gone in a flash, and she smiled again, as if she was not hurt at all by the boy's little action.

Song Yan simply sat opposite her, took out the skin, and started making it in a clumsy manner.

For him, this is the "legal life expectancy time" that he finally regained.

The higher the realm, the more lifespan is required for deduction. He must make good use of this time, be as stable as possible, not irritate anyone, and not want any accidents to happen.

Afternoon
Song Yan took the initiative to finish today's leather making and went to Tingxue Palace.

The noodles arrived quickly.

Song Yan took a bite.

Not right.

It tasted too good and was made too carefully. It definitely wasn't Enri's cooking. Rather, it was someone who was afraid that he would feel bad and came up with a fake one.

He subconsciously wanted to release his spiritual sense to verify his guess, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

If you want to find "protection" in your ordinary and peaceful days, you should try to avoid this "cheating method".

An Li did not accompany him to eat noodles, and did not even look at him. She was still refining the elixir in the distance, with an expressionless face.

After Song Yan finished eating the noodles, he thought for a while, took the initiative to wash the dishes, and then went to the alchemy room to say goodbye.

An Li was indifferent.

Song Yan left alone.

Outside, Yu Xuanwei handed him the rubbing of the "Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Formation" and asked carefully and tentatively, "Is Master An Dan's craftsmanship okay?"

Song Yan glanced at her speechlessly and said, "You ordered the noodles, right?"

After saying that, he left Tingxue Palace without waiting for Yu Xuanwei's answer.

At night, Song Yan picked up "Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Array" and "Ghost Infant Sutra" and began to read them.

The former is quite difficult to print on the panel, and it will probably take some time.

The latter, however, is much more comprehensive than Zhang Han's version of "Ghost Baby Sutra".

But it is comprehensive, not completely different.

This is enough to show that the source of Zhang Han's "Ghost Baby Sutra" may be here.

But there is nothing strange about it. After all, more than a thousand years ago, when the ancient teleportation array was intact, there was indeed communication between the two sides.

The "Ghost Infant Sutra" of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect not only has similar descriptions of "killing thoughts, protecting thoughts, and my thoughts", but also adds some additional Purple Mansion spells.

The ultimate goal of these spells is the Purple Mansion Secret Technique - the Ghost Baby Statue.

"Ghost Baby Statue" and "Bee Cloud Buddha Miasma" are both Purple Mansion secret techniques. They are a kind of power composed of one's own thoughts, like a "treasure", and are also the key for those who practice this technique to survive the minor heavenly tribulation.

"Fengyunfutu Miasma" is a pagoda made of thoughts, which is used to suppress and kill others.

"Ghost Infant Statue" is similar, but according to the "Ghost Infant Sutra", the greatest function of this secret technique is not attacking or fighting, but it can increase the success rate of reaching the Divine Infant Realm.

Song Yan flipped through it for a while, got a rough understanding, and then fell asleep on the bed.
The next day, when Song Yan came to the alchemy room of Tingxue Palace again, there was an extra bowl of noodles on the table.

The food was very bad and didn’t taste as good as yesterday.

But Song Yan just took a bite and let out a long sigh of relief.

It seems that after Yu Xuanwei was pointed out by me yesterday, she did a good job of convincing An Li, and today's noodles were indeed made by An Li herself.

However, An Li deliberately made the noodles very bad.
However, Song Yan still ate all the noodles, washed the dishes carefully like he did yesterday, put them in the cupboard, and said goodbye to An Li.

And An Li just stared at the alchemy furnace intently, as if the young man in front of the door did not exist at all. In short, she looked ready to die, doing her own thing and not caring at all.

After Song Yan left, Yu Xuanwei quietly walked in from outside, glanced at the cleaned bowl, and asked in confusion: "An Li, do you know him?"

An Li shook her head.

Yu Xuanwei said, "I was afraid that he would fly into a rage today. Because even though we were in another room, I could smell that your noodles were burnt, but he ate them all. Why?"

An Li said: "I don't know, and I don't want to know."

She turned her head and looked at the falling snow outside the window.

Yu Xuanwei said: "Please cook the noodles better tomorrow. We are all relying on him now."

An Li was surprised and asked, "He's coming tomorrow? He..."

Yu Xuanwei sighed, "When he left, he told me that he would come not only tomorrow, but also the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and even every day after that."

An Li closed her eyes and said after a long while, "I understand."

Yu Xuanwei was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "A hundred years have passed."

An Li said, "I'm not thinking about Senior Brother Bai. I just want to work hard on refining the elixir."

The air was silent for a moment, and An Li continued, "I'm tired from refining the elixir, Master, please let me rest for a while."

Yu Xuanwei left, and the room was empty. The female cultivator stared blankly at the snow in the distance. Some memories, some figures, some laughter seemed to flash across the snow. But when she came to her senses, those beautiful things disappeared and shattered, like bubbles, so fragile.
Suddenly, she lowered her head, covered her lips and coughed heavily, and a few drops of blood splattered on the back of her hand.

In order to make the Crimson Palace Pill, she devoted her entire life and accumulated a lot of experience.

However, her erysipelas was already very serious.

The next day, when Song Yan arrived in the afternoon, he did not see noodles on the table, but only An Li.

An Li didn't make any pills today. Seeing him coming, she stood up and bowed, then tried her best to keep a straight face and said, "If you want to tease me, please tell me what I should do so that you will be happy."

Her face was pale and her eyes were filled with stubbornness.

She had lost all her innocence and felt neither sad nor happy.

Song Yan suddenly realized that in the past he might have liked innocent female cultivators because that made him feel comfortable, but now, he suddenly realized that maybe he liked An Li's innocence.

If An Li lost her innocence, he would still like her stubbornness.

If he lost his stubbornness, he would like something else.

Seeing that Song Yan hadn't answered, An Li continued, "If you want to find a Taoist partner, Master Yu is much more suitable than me.

I am not beautiful, I am one hundred and thirty-two years old, and I have erysipelas.

I am running out of time, sir. What else do you want from me?"

Song Yan was silent for a long time, then said, "Let's have a bowl of noodles."

Seeing the anger flashing in An Li's eyes, and not knowing what nonsense she was going to say, he added, "For the last time."

An Li bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, sir."

She turned and went into the kitchen, and cooked a bowl of noodles carefully.

But even though she was serious, her skills were still very average.

Song Yan took the bowl of noodles, picked up the chopsticks, lowered his head and started eating.

He closed his eyes and ate the noodles seriously. For a moment, it seemed as if time had passed and he was back to the small bamboo house on the warm water island a hundred years ago. The lake was reflecting, the clouds in the sky were falling into the sea, and he lived a peaceful life like a frog in a well. Apart from refining the elixir every day, the two of them went out together. There was nothing complicated. Everything passed slowly and was unforgettable.

He wanted to be scheming, but he knew that "scheming cannot bring good intentions". Having reached this stage in his practice, he must truly treat things with his heart, rather than responding with cunning as he did in the past.

He recalled that he ate all the noodles, drank up the soup, licked the bowl, put it down, and said, "It's delicious."

An Li stared at him blankly.

At this moment, she saw a familiar shadow on the young man in front of her.

The action of eating noodles is so familiar.

She closed her eyes, controlling herself not to think too much, and then said calmly: "I hope you will keep your word."

Then she snatched the bowl and walked to the water tank nearby.

After a night, the snow stopped for a rare moment. The sky was filled with sunlight falling on the ice and snow, reflecting the mountains and rivers in white, as if they were shining.

An Li didn't make the elixir today because she was lacking an important medicine.

Once, a fellow disciple went to a dangerous place to get medicine for her, but the dangerous place was in the icy wasteland, so he never returned.
Now that she is worshiping the Fire Demon Sect, she can naturally go and see if the Demon Sect has such medicine for exchange.

As for the redemption method, of course it is contribution points.

The token for Zhengyang Peak has been made, and the sect can exchange items for contribution points. She brought a lot of pills she made herself, which should be enough.

In the morning, she went out and was busy all day. When she returned in the evening, she saw the figure of the young man from the ancient clan appear in the alchemy room again.

Enri frowned slightly.

The boy ran to the kitchen and started cooking noodles.

He ordered two bowls and said, "I'll take care of the rest."

Enli was stunned. She clenched her hands into fists but tried to suppress her anger.

After a while, the two sat opposite each other.

Song Yan ate all the noodles, but An Li didn't move.

But the movements of the boy eating noodles in front of her began to awaken some of her memories.

If she had seen him occasionally, she would not have thought too much about it. But he was clearly a member of the ancient clan, so why would he treat a little female cultivator like her in this way?

After Song Yan left, An Li sat for a long time before she picked up the chopsticks, picked up a noodle that was so cold that it was almost frozen and put it into her mouth. An inexplicably familiar taste came from her taste buds.

Senior Brother Bai also knows how to cook noodles, and they are delicious.

But, how is it possible?
An Li's eyes turned red and she sniffed, but she didn't eat anymore. But she didn't go to make the elixir either. Instead, she sat there, staring at the snow that turned bright red in the sunset, staring blankly until dark.

Time flies and a year has passed.

Half a year later, Song Yan's life span has steadily increased from "【Life span: 143/8623】" to "【Life span: 143/16523】". Princess Xi has also successfully collected three of the "Nine Bloods of Dragon and Elephant".

Song Yan took Princess Xi to secretly see An Li. He only made one request: do everything in his power to detoxify An Li and help her improve her realm so that she could reach the pseudo-mansion before the deadline.

Princess Xi couldn't agree.

Because the poison of Enrydan may be detoxified, but it is impossible to break through the pseudo-mansion realm before the deadline.

A young female cultivator in the early stage of the Crimson Palace, her body already weakened by the poison. Even if she was no longer poisoned, her life span would be at most twenty to thirty years. How could she possibly break through to the Pseudo-Mansion Realm in the remaining time?
Song Yan himself had no choice. If he had been in the past, he could still use the power of "Wang Hu" to turn people into ghosts, but now his soul world was like a gray furnace. Any existence that he pulled into the soul world would be refined by his furnace. No matter how careful he was, no matter how much control he had, the souls could no longer escape his control, could no longer reincarnate, and could not take over the bodies of ordinary people.

There are gains and losses.

He became stronger, but he also lost the basic power of the King Tiger's blood, so he could no longer turn Enri into a ghost.

Because deep down in his soul, he is a demon who is good at devouring and destroying.

After a year, Anri finally had no choice but to accept the boy who forced her to cook noodles for her.

Of course, it’s not just about cooking noodles. The boy will also start bringing other delicacies and even elixirs.

She could identify some of those pills and some she couldn't, but there was no doubt that they were all quite expensive.

Its effects are either to detoxify or to increase spiritual practice.

An Li refused to eat, but the boy would force her to eat.

Today, the two of them finished their noodles again.

Song Yan prepared to leave as usual.

An Li looked at his back and suddenly said, "I don't quite understand."

Song Yan stopped and turned his head.

An Li said, "You obviously can't be Senior Brother Bai."

Song Yan lowered his eyes.

An Li said: "But you are exactly like him in every way, except for your appearance."

Song Yan turned his head to look at the snow in the yard and said with a smile, "Come?"

An Li was stunned for a moment, then followed him into the yard in a daze.

Soon, she saw the boy make a snowball, throw it far away in an arc, and hit her right cheek with a "pop".

The boy is smiling.

An Li murmured: "Impossible"

When she said it was impossible, her eyes turned red and tears welled up in her eyes, but she still continued to say "Impossible, this is impossible."

Snapped!
She was also hit on the left cheek.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, and the tears immediately slid down her cheeks.

When she opened her eyes again, the boy was standing in front of her, looking at her worriedly.

An Li stared at him with a thoughtful look in her eyes, and said softly: "Take me to seize the body, I want to pick a big bad guy."

Now that she has arrived at the Crimson Palace, she naturally has a chance to take over the body of an ordinary person, or even an ordinary cultivator. Now she must try her best to do so while she still has the strength and time.

For no other reason, because she already knew who the person in front of her was.

Possessing someone else's body is risky, but she has mustered up the courage to do it for the person in front of her.

She knew that she must not say the name of the person in front of her.

Senior Brother Bai has taken over the body of a member of the Wuxiang clan. If anyone knew about this, Senior Brother Bai would be hunted down by the ancient clan to the ends of the earth and his soul would be destroyed.

Thinking of this, the young female cultivator suddenly became frightened. She quickly reached out to push Song Yan, saying, "You are too abnormal. You can't do this anymore. You asked Princess Xi to bring you those pills, right?"

The more she spoke, the angrier and more anxious she became, and then she said coquettishly, "How could you do this?!"

Song Yan grabbed her hand, held her in his arms, and said, "It's okay."

That night, Song Yan returned to his room and picked up the "Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Array" to continue his research.

Suddenly, his panel lit up and new information appeared.

However, the name that emerged was not "Array: Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Array".

It is the "Array: Demonic Infant Bingxuan Sacrifice Array".

Song Yan's pupils constricted as he stared at the words "demon baby" and "sacrifice".

His intuition from being on the edge of danger for many years made him feel something was wrong, and he immediately concluded that someone had made plans on this land. Whether it was the "Ghost Infant Sutra", the fire of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, or this "Ice Coffin Mysterious Killing Array", they could all be part of the plan.

This game is so big that it started thousands of years ago.
Otherwise, Zhang Han would not have obtained the "Ghost Infant Sutra".

He turned his head and looked out the window.

The snow was falling and white, and the crimson flames on the land of the Snow Country were still burning quietly, bringing warmth to the people, madness to the shadow puppets, and strength to the monks. But its essence was just a sacrifice, a sacrifice to that demon baby!

Demon baby, what is it?
Song Yan just happened to understand.

He did not stay in the ancestral secret realm of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan for nothing, and naturally read a lot of information during that time.

The demon baby is one of them.

This thing is similar to the demon monk and belongs to the same sea of ​​suffering, but it is not a novice monk who combines the obsessions of Buddhism. Instead, it hides evil thoughts from outside the domain, and is a member of the Heavenly Demon family.

(End of this chapter)