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

Chapter 177 176. Looking back every two hundred years, the hardest thing is the first meeting (8.3K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
The demon clan retreated, and the ancient clan chased them. Although there were not many cultivators who really reached the entrance of the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold, they were all strong.

At this moment, many eyes fell on the man who walked out.

Although he has an ordinary appearance, he has black hair and exudes a calm and elegant air, which makes people feel close to him easily. However, the blood stains on his clothes make him look even more hideous and miserable.

"Tang Han!"

Tang Xiaoxuan immediately landed beside Song Yan, looking him up and down, his pupils revealing a hidden alert. As he walked, he had already blocked all of Song Yan's escape routes, and his tone was full of surprise and joy: "Are you okay? Are you okay?"

This sentence almost raised the question in everyone's mind.

No one could have imagined what a treacherous and sinister place this place was half a month ago, but this man survived.

If put in their shoes, no one here feels they can do it.

Not only does he have to face the harsh environment in the Soul Threshold, but he also has to face the repeated searches and hunts by the two major demon tribes, Vimala and Indra.

How can it be?

"A miracle, really a miracle."

Someone in the sky clapped his hands in praise.

Then someone sneered and said, "It seems that the Mountain and Sea Monster Clan is about to be defeated! The two demon ancestors of the top three tribes were dispatched, but they couldn't even catch such a young Purple Mansion. They have been regressing over the years. It's ridiculous!"

Another person landed quickly and asked casually, "Tang Han, how did you survive?"

Although these cultivators are from ancient clans, their tones are different, because the true identity of this "Tang Han" has long been revealed by Emperor Shi Xianghuang.

He is Song Yan!

Song Yan, who is he?
These big shots didn't know about it originally.

But on the way here, they had already conducted investigations through various means.

Now, they know.

He is just a commoner, but he possesses a secret treasure that even Vimala, Indra and the Elephant King covet.

They didn’t know the name of the secret treasure at first, but after combining it with Song Yan’s life story, they all knew it————The King’s Evil Treasure!!

This is almost the only known "evil treasure that is not created by heaven and earth", and because of the characteristics of the King of Henchmen, it possesses powers that ordinary evil treasures do not have.

As for what kind of power that is, I think the only way to know is to ask Song Yan.

Although the evil treasure is hidden in the soul, it will still fall out if the target is killed.

Therefore, those who said "miracle" were actually praising "The King of Henchmen's Treasure is a miracle", those who mocked and ridiculed were actually harboring evil intentions, and those who cared about how to survive were actually asking "what is so special about the King of Henchmen's Treasure".
However, Song Yan did not answer. He walked forward step by step. When he reached Tang Xiaoxuan, he suddenly seemed to have lost all his strength. He raised his hand tremblingly and grabbed Tang Xiaoxuan's arm. He said weakly, "Patriarch."

Tang Xiaoxuan raised his hand to protect him, nodded, and said, "It's okay."

"I want"

"What do you want?"

"Go home. Take me home."

The magic voice of red lips, which secretly matches the heart, will amplify the desire of the heart a hundred times or a thousand times. This magic voice has always been spoken inadvertently and in the most obscure way.

What does Tang Xiaoxuan desire most now?
Of course, he would bring the person back to the tribe, let him practice "Hundred Aspects of Birth and Death", and completely integrate into the ancient Wuxiang tribe.

The four words "Take me home" have catered to his desire to the greatest extent.

Naturally, Song Yan used the slightest magic tone to pronounce these four words.

The magic sound was silent and could attract the Demon Mother when he first mastered it. Now that the magic sound has become his life-long secret technique, it has naturally reached a higher level. This magic sound has no problem dealing with Tang Xiaoxuan, who is in the early stage of the Divine Infant, and it will not be detected.

As the last word fell, Song Yan closed his eyes and collapsed forward.

Tang Xiaoxuan narrowed his eyes, hurriedly caught him, then glanced at the ancient clan cultivators behind him, nodded and saluted, saying: "Dear fellow Taoists, my clan members have found you, I will take my leave first."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the cultivators from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who came with him surrounded him, including Tang Xiaokong and his wife, Princess Xi, and other masters.

However, a sound soon came from above.

The voice was calm, neither slow nor fast.

"Tang clan leader, Vilanpo, Emperor Shi Xianghuang, these demons should be killed by everyone, but their words can still be trusted. The young man you are protecting is not from your clan, but an outsider named Song Yan.

Since this outsider was able to gain your trust, he must have used some unknown secret method to steal the spiritual energy of your clan.

I don’t know how to steal the spirit of the ancient race, but…”

The person who was speaking was Ye Wuzheng.

The chief of the ancient Night King clan came from afar and landed not far away. He spoke word by word: "Steal one, kill one! This boy is your clan's enemy, not your clan member!"

Tang Xiaoxuan suddenly felt a ball of anger in his heart, and said coldly: "Patriarch Ye, are you from my clan? I am not blind yet!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and was about to leave with Song Yan.

But as soon as he moved, his body became still again.

He had to stay still because he felt a powerful force descending from the sky. It was a feeling of oppression caused by the blood and mysterious energy. Such a cold aura was only possessed by one clan in the entire ancient clan.

That is the strongest clan in the Ancient Clan Alliance—the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan.

Although there are few people in the Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan, they are all monsters. They seem to have found some special methods in the ancient tomb, and combined with the characteristics of their own clan, they have cultivated both their body and soul and become monsters that can withstand the attacks of mystical techniques with their physical bodies.

Tang Xiaoxuan looked up and saw two dragons in the sky pulling a black crystal stone chariot. A pale, sickly face poked out from the chariot.

"Patriarch Tang, I am Long Yinghai from the ancient Dragon Tomb clan, cough cough cough."

A polite voice, powerfully oppressive, yet accompanied by a strange morbidity.

After Long Yinghai introduced himself, he said, "I have heard of this boy's story a long time ago. He has many secrets that may be of benefit to our Longmu clan. Since he is not from your clan, why don't we explore together? This will benefit all of our ancient clans. Ahem."

Tang Xiaoxuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the growing rage in his heart.

But he didn't know why, the anger in his heart was burning more and more intensely.

Suddenly, he said angrily: "You keep saying that this boy is not from my tribe, but I know best whether he is from my tribe or not!

You say he is not from our tribe, but you just want to get the treasure from him.

But I also have many treasures on me. If you covet me, does that mean I am no longer a member of the ancient tribe? !

snort! !

Our Wuxiang Ancient Clan is not so weak that anyone can bully us! !

Today, I am going to take my people away. Who dares to stop me? "

After saying that, he winked.

Princess Xi summoned a flying chariot, helped Song Yan onto it, and sat her own fat body on the imperial seat.

Tang Xiao announced: "Members of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, listen up! Escort our member Tang Han back home!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up with his hands behind his back and followed in front of the flying chariot.

The rest of the ancient tribes watched but did not chase after them.

No one would do such a thing as to completely break off relations with the Wuxiang Ancient Clan for a bad treasure.

Half a day later.
The flying chariot had already gone far away, deep into the territory of the Snow Country.

Having lost the Fire Worship Sect and the "fire", the Snow Country is in panic.

Fire sacrificed people's lifespan, but it also gave them warmth and hope, and even made barren soil fertile and restored the health of sick people.
Consuming life, squeezing life, and giving back some, is enough to make people addicted.

Now that the fire is gone, the entire Snow Country has fallen into a state of national collapse.

Of course, Song Yan did not really faint. Even though he was on the flying chariot, he could still hear all kinds of wailing coming from the ground below, feel all kinds of pain, and his heart was silent.

At this moment, the curtain was lifted, and Tang Xiaoxuan came in from outside, sat beside him, and looked at the unconscious man with a complicated expression.

Although this time, the Tang clan leader lost the opportunity to refine the demon infant and fight for the evil treasure, he was certain that this genius was definitely the most terrifyingly talented being in the Wuxiang Ancient Clan since its establishment.

No matter who he is, Song Yan, Tang Han, or even Zhang San or Li Si, he doesn't care.

This genius has the spirit of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan in him, so he must be a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

This is the family’s treasure!

However, this man must practice the "Hundred Aspects of Birth and Death" technique.

Whether he is willing or not, he must practice!

Soon Tang Xiaokong and his wife also walked in.

The two brothers looked at each other, Tang Xiaoxuan patted Tang Xiaokong on the shoulder and looked at him solemnly.

Tang Xiaokong said: "Don't worry, big brother, Han'er is Han'er from my Wuxiang Ancient Clan after all. Who doesn't have a past, who doesn't have a secret?"

Tang Yanfen looked at the unconscious Song Yan and sighed, "Since the Elephant King said those words, I have also learned about Song Yan's life. If Han'er really had such a life, he must have suffered so much. I can't imagine how he survived in such a desperate environment."

As the woman spoke, she grabbed Song Yan's hand, gently held it in her palm, and said softly, "Poor child."

Seeing this, Tang Xiaoxuan felt relieved.

In fact, he had long understood that only by practicing the clan's innate secret skills could he truly integrate into the clan and have no way out.

All the hundreds and thousands of aspects are integrated into one with the ancestor. Although they have never met the ancestor, they understand that the ancestor has been silently protecting them, and they will also give feedback to the ancestor. This relationship is unchangeable.

As the patriarch, he must maintain this!
They are members of the ancient Wuxiang clan and also the ancestors. They live like this and die like this.

Even though Song Yan did not understand the truth as clearly as he did, he could roughly guess it.

Therefore, Song Yancai tried every means to avoid practicing this secret technique.

He is now worried that Song Yan will still not want to practice after waking up.

So, although he felt a little relieved, he still frowned.

After a long time.
Song Yan slowly "woke up".

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his adoptive father and mother sitting in front of the couch.

"woke up?"

Tang Xiaokong looked at the young man.

This young man’s battle record is already a miracle, a unique miracle in the whole world in thousands of years.

"Adoptive father and stepmother"

Song Yan moved his fingers slightly, grasping the soft sheets, then panted, struggled to stand up, then bowed respectfully, looked around blankly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Where are we going?"

Tang Yanfen said softly, "Let's go home."

Song Yan leaned against the back of the bed in the sedan chair, lowered his head silently, and said nothing.

Tang Xiaokong smiled and praised, "You have become famous this time. In front of Vilanpo, you trampled the great elder of the Night King Clan to death. This is not just a cross-border killing. This is a genius, a rare monster that only appears once in a thousand years! Let alone the Purple Mansion Realm, how many people can do it even in the Divine Infant Realm?"

Song Yan's eyes showed memories, and he murmured, "At that time, the clan leader and Ye Wuzheng were dealing with Vilanpo and Ye Suiyun, and I... I was confused at the time. I just wanted to do my best to kill one person, so that we would be two against one, and our Wuxiang Ancient Clan would win."

Tang Xiaokong smiled with relief.

If he were in Song Yan's shoes, and if he didn't have any sense of integration into the family, he would definitely hide his strength and would never act so forcefully and risk exposing all his cards.

If not for this, he might not have been recognized so easily by Emperor Shi Xiang Huang.

Tang Xiaokong naturally didn’t know about “the devil monk’s sense of his other half”, nor did he know that Song Yan would be recognized even if he didn’t take action.

But did Song Yan really think so far ahead when he took action at the beginning?

not necessarily.

He did have feelings for the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, and what he said at this moment was indeed true, at least nine-tenths true.

Tang Xiaokong said: "You are really a mystery, I have no idea how you managed to survive the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold for that month.

There are Vimala, Indra, the Elephant King, and many other demons, not to mention the dangers hidden in the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold.

There are murderous intentions everywhere, and dangers everywhere. One wrong step will lead to eternal damnation. Looking up and looking around, there are only dead ends, but you survived. I have not been defeated by many people in my life, but you are one of them. Awesome, awesome!"

Song Yan murmured, "At the beginning, I told the clan leader and the ancestor that I had an opportunity with the demon. I killed the demon and completed the opportunity. Only then did I barely survive with the help of the treasure."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Song Yan said: "That treasure is the evil bead of the King of Heroes, which was refined by the King of Heroes Tiger clan through heaven and earth."

Tang Xiaokong and Tang Yanfen looked at each other, and their expressions softened a little.

Tang Yanfen grabbed his hand and said, "It's all in the past, good boy. From now on, you just stay in our tribe and you are our family."

At this moment, the curtain was suddenly lifted, and Tang Xiaoxuan came in from outside. He had a cold face and stared at the person on the bed without saying a word.

Song Yan noticed his gaze, and quickly straightened up again, saying respectfully, "Patriarch."

Tang Xiaoxuan snorted coldly and said, "I am not your clan leader!
You, Mr. Song, are so brave. You danced on the edge of a knife all the way, playing the demon clan and the ancient clan around. Awesome! Awesome!

"What virtue and ability do I have as Tang? How can I be worthy of being your clan leader!? Haha."

"Chief, I'm sorry."

Song Yan's voice was a little choked up, and he turned his head away slightly. He panted softly and said dejectedly, "I'm just scared."

"afraid?"

Tang Xiaoxuan couldn't help but laugh, "Tell me, what are you afraid of, Mr. Song, since you are so courageous?"

Song Yan ignored his ridicule and continued, "The clan leader is right. I have been dancing on the edge of a knife all the way, but I never wanted to play tricks on anyone. I just wanted to live well.

But God does not give me a peaceful life, I can only find joy in suffering and move forward step by step with difficulty.

Because I want to live, is that wrong?

Later I met Senior Feng Chengzi. I promised him that I would protect Tang Fan, but I didn't do it. I am a waste.

In order to prevent the mask from falling into the hands of the demon clan, Senior Feng Chengzi merged his own thoughts into mine, helping me survive on the edge of the Sea of ​​Bitterness. Then he accidentally took over another body and returned to the human world.

By accident, I came to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

I originally wanted to hide, but I didn’t expect that here, I would be recognized by the ancestor, and then I would meet my adoptive father, many people, and the peace I had been looking for.”

After that, he raised his head and laughed at himself, saying, "That's why I tried my best to kill Ye Suiyun in the battle in the Ice Realm Wasteland, because I was also worried that something might happen to the clan leader.

I am already a member of the Wuxiang clan, I have found my home, and I don’t want to lose it again.”

He smiled faintly, unable to express his self-mockery.

The air was extremely quiet.

Tang Xiaokong and Tang Yanfen looked at the young man in front of them as if he were a god.

This kind of experience is simply legendary.

Compared to him, most people in the Wuxiang Ancient Clan can be said to have grown up in a greenhouse.

Tang Xiaoxuan stopped laughing and asked pointedly, "Then why are you so reluctant to learn my clan's secret technique, 'The Hundred Aspects of Life and Death'?"

"Ah?" Song Yan was stunned and looked surprised.

Tang Xiaoxuan was stunned by his surprise.

Song Yan was surprised and asked, "Patriarch, when did I say that I would not learn the Hundred Aspects of Birth and Death?"

Tang Xiaoxuan said: "You have been in the mortal world for so many years, haven't you been trying to comprehend and protect your mind? If you hadn't succeeded, why would you be willing to return to Mount Gushe?"

Song Yan said: "It's just that my realm has not been consolidated yet, and I'm afraid that if I progress too quickly, you will doubt me."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted. Tang Xiaoxuan said with a happy look on his face: "So, you have never been unwilling to learn the secret techniques of my clan?"

Song Yan said sincerely with a determined tone: "Never!"

After that, he added: "I know that only by practicing the innate secret art of a clan can one be considered to have truly integrated into the clan and share the honor and disgrace from now on. I can't wait to practice this secret art. This time I go out, I plan to hunt down the monster and integrate the opportunity. After returning, I will practice hard under the seat of Ancestor Ning Xin, hoping to break through as soon as possible and practice "Hundred Aspects of Life and Death"."

Hearing this, Tang Xiaoxuan's expression softened. He nodded slightly and said, "I see. I misunderstood you."

But then, he became speechless again.

Originally, he thought that Tang Han was the reincarnation of Feng Chengzi and was an authentic ancestor.

It is normal for an old ancestor to be paired with an old ancestor.

But now, this little fellow, even if he is beaten to death before taking over another's body, his lifespan is less than 200 years. Is he worthy of being compared to Ancestor Ning Xin?
If you don't match, this little guy will be hugged and kissed.

"What a confusing account, what a confusing account." Tang Xiaoxuan was speechless, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

During this period, through the information he collected himself and combined with what Song Yan said, he roughly understood the whole story.

Strictly speaking, it was not Song Yan who deceived them, but the ancestor discovered Song Yan's potential and chose him as a member of the tribe.

Now, this little guy is willing to be a member of the Wuxiang ancient tribe obediently, and he is quite happy in his heart.

When he got out of the chariot again, Tang Xiaoxuan was already feeling quite high-spirited.

With this child in this generation, the Wuxiang Ancient Clan will surely rise! !
In the flying chariot, Song Yan lay down again and closed his eyes slightly.

He was already used to the world of intrigue and deception where everyone had their own agenda.

His words were full of true and false, false and true, and he even believed them.

This time when he went out, his true identity was revealed to the world, and he would be hunted down and robbed of his treasures in the future. However, he successfully killed the evil monk, integrated the complete evil treasure of the king of henchmen, and realized his own secret technique "The Picture of the Free Demon", successfully solving the problem of not being able to practice the secret techniques of other races.

Whether he makes a profit or a loss, he still needs to keep moving forward.

At the foot of Gushe Mountain, Qinghuan Kingdom.

The country believes in some ancient gods.

These ancient gods have existed for a long time, and from the cultivators' perspective they do not have any magical powers, but since they believe in them, they just leave it to their own devices.

In one of the most popular temples, a woman in a white dress was burning incense and kneeling, carefully bowing to the almighty ancient god. Then she raised her head slightly, held the incense in both hands, closed her eyes quietly, and prayed devoutly.

The woman in the white dress looked young and beautiful, but she had a strange air of vicissitudes and even rigidity and seriousness. However, her movements of praying were meticulous and accurate, and she used almost the same posture every time she came here.

The temple attendants came with scriptures in their hands to chant for her and bless her, because this woman was a rich man.

In the past month, she has donated a lot of money. The abbot asked her what she wanted, but she didn't say. The abbot also said that the money she gave was a lot, and the temple could hold a large-scale ritual for her, but she refused.

She only came here alone at dusk every day and prayed silently.

The deities in the temple recite scriptures.

After the woman in the white dress finished praying, she stepped forward and solemnly inserted the incense into the incense burner. Then she turned around and raised her sleeves to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The gods in the temple sighed secretly and could only silently wish that this woman could truly be blessed by the gods.

But he also knew that the purpose of praying to gods was to give peace of mind, how could it be real?
Not long after the woman in the white dress walked out, a beautiful woman in a dark dress came over not far away.

The beauty waved and said, "An Li!"

The woman in the white dress is An Li.

This beauty is Yu Xuanwei.

Yu Xuanwei quickly approached and was about to say something when she suddenly noticed the tears in the white-dressed woman's eyes. She asked in surprise, "Are you crying?"

"I," the woman in the white dress stammered, and then sighed, "I really hope that he can be safe and sound. I hope so even if I die immediately."

Yu Xuanwei was speechless and said, "Are you stupid? You finally get to live another life, but you want to die for others?"

An Li said: "I just want him to be safe."

Yu Xuanwei asked in surprise: "You still love him?"

An Li said, "I'm just used to it."

Yu Xuanwei thought for a moment and said, "That's right. You've remembered him for almost two hundred years. But I'm afraid he's really going to confess this time. We won't be able to stay in Guye Mountain for a few more days."

An Li asked, "Is he really Song Yan? Is he the Song Yan who destroyed our Nanwu Jianmen?"

Yu Xuanwei said: "This news is not groundless. I have carefully recalled it recently. He is very likely Song Yan. He has been lurking in the sect under the name of Bai Xiuhu. That's why he always takes the lead and appears and disappears suddenly, like a ghost."

An Li laughed at herself, then her face turned solemn.

Yu Xuanwei said: "Let's go back."

Enli lowered her head in silence and responded softly.

She had already made up her mind that if the news of Song Yan's death came this time, she would die with him.

In this life and the previous life, she and he had been deeply entangled, and she knew this best.

Even though Senior Brother Bai has changed a lot and is no longer the person in her memory, he is still the person she has remembered for two hundred years and the person who has completely taken root in her heart.

At this moment, the two people's communication stones lit up at the same time.

The two of them raised it up and passed into the mysterious energy.

The message stone was sent by Wang Susu, and it only contained one sentence: The master is alive and has returned.

Yu Xuanwei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and exclaimed: "He is so amazing! How did he survive?"

An Li was silent for a moment, then suddenly said nervously, "You are not allowed to tell him that I prayed for him, and you are not allowed to say anything like I cried."

Yu Xuanwei said: "Let the master know, the master will definitely be happy and will definitely treat us better."

An Li said: "Don't say it!"

Yu Xuanwei smiled and said, "Now there are probably countless young ladies who want to please him. He also has a promising future. Following him is like riding the wind and soaring to the sky."

"Don't say it!"

"Okay, okay, don't say anything."

Song Yan was happy to return to the secret ancestral realm of the Wuxiang ancient clan at this time.

He knew that the Mountain and Sea Demon Clan would definitely arrange many spies to keep a close eye on him and wait for him to leave.

But he won't go out.

As for the Demon Mother Su Yao, he couldn't take care of her for the time being.

Once that woman entered the mortal world, she was like a fish entering the sea or a bird flying into the sky. She alone had the heritage of an 8,000-year-old clan, and a thousand-year-old layout outside. In addition, she had some of the power of the Demon Mother. She was really a big disaster.

Fortunately, the soul threshold of the ice mirror was closed, and the woman could not communicate with the Nine-Child Demon Mother in the Sea of ​​Bitterness. She could only act using a trace of the Demon Mother's aura outside.

He also had an agreement with this woman.

Since they are husband and wife, why wouldn't they have the wedding night?
When the wedding night comes, either you will marry me, or I will marry you.

There was no way to get rid of this feeling because he had already swallowed the breath of the Demon Mother's son.

"This is the true vow of love, forever and ever."

Song Yan couldn't help but sigh.

The flying chariot has completely entered the territory of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. Sects large and small along the way all bowed and saluted like mortal ministers welcoming an imperial carriage, while looking at the flying chariot with curiosity and awe.

With the body of Purple Mansion, he crossed a great realm and killed the great elder of the Divine Infant Realm in the hands of Vimala.

It's nothing short of miraculous.

What would happen if a cultivator like this reached the Divine Infant stage?
The rise of the ancient Wuxiang clan is in sight!
During this process, Song Yan also re-assigned his family token.

At this time, he was humming a light and childish tune, sitting in the sedan chair as relaxed as possible, looking at the floating clouds outside the window, and playing with the ancient tribe's communication stone from time to time.

The communication stone must be used in a continuous mysterious energy area.

This has been an intermittent problem within the three countries in the past.

But among the ancient clans, there are basically continuous mysterious energy areas.

If this communication stone is touched by someone's aura, it can transmit the message to that person individually. If it is not touched by someone's aura, it can transmit the message widely within the communication area of ​​the clan.

The communication stones that the ancient tribe distributes to its own members usually contain the aura of all members of the tribe.

Song Yan listened casually to the various sounds in the communication stone.

Most of the time, this communication area is very quiet, but recently because of what happened to him, people everywhere in the communication area are asking about the truth and the outcome. During this time, some tribesmen also said things like "We found an opportunity somewhere, and we want to know if anyone wants to team up with us."

At this moment, Song Yan suddenly saw the communication stone light up, which meant "private communication".

He probed with his spiritual sense and listened carefully.

It was Wang Susu's voice.

"Master, I knew you must be Senior Brother Song. I guessed right. I said, there is no other man in the world who would marry me but not sleep with me.

That's not what I want to say. I want to tell you a piece of news. From what I know about you, you will definitely be happy."

The hearing is over.

Song Yan:.
He suddenly felt that it was not impossible to sleep on the bed with Junior Sister Susu.

Anyway, he doesn't care anymore.

At that time, he would bully the weak and make Junior Sister Susu beg for mercy.

At this moment, the communication stone lit up again.

Song Yan answered the call with a smile.

Wang Susu's voice came again.

"I know that you have always longed for a pure relationship, but even with your ability, you cannot get such a thing, let alone in the future."

Song Yan listened, leaned back comfortably, stretched his body, and did not comment.

Wang Susu continued to transmit: "But you definitely don't know, brother, that during the month you were missing, a woman actually prayed for you every day and shed tears for you. From the look on her face, she might even want to commit suicide to accompany you to die. Hehehe, this is really hilarious. Brother, do you want to know who she is?"

Song Yan was stunned.

He really hadn't thought about that.

How could anyone shed tears for him?

But he didn't think Wang Susu would lie to him.

This junior sister is a little devil, and also a smart person. She keeps an eye on all directions and has a keen ear. No one can hide anything from her.
Wang Susu's voice continued to come: "It's An Li."

Just three simple words, but an indescribable feeling arose in Song Yan's heart.

He closed his eyes and seemed to see the pretty woman in white dress kneeling devoutly, worshipping the clay figurine foolishly, scattering handfuls of money, praying for him, and then quietly shedding tears.

The tears flowed down his entire cheek, reached his chin, and then fell onto the ground covered with incense ash with a "tick-tock" sound.

Tick
Those tears also fell into his heart.

"well done."

He simply replied, then put away the communication stone and looked at the floating clouds outside the chariot.

He never thought that after going through so many mountains and rivers, he is no longer the young man he used to be, but there are still people willing to shed tears for him.

Come to think of it, this is the first time in two hundred years, right?

An Li would never say it herself.

Wang Susu said this on purpose to please him.

He felt a sense of genuine relief and real joy in his heart.

Song Yan suddenly called out, "Auntie Xi."

Princess Xi in the imperial carriage responded, "Master, what is it?"

She called him "Master" willingly.

She was also secretly pleased with herself and proud of her own vision.

Song Yan said, "Aunt Xi, please help me pick up someone from Mount Guye. Don't let anything happen to her. My injuries are almost healed. I don't need to sit in a sedan chair. I can fly."

Princess Xi asked curiously, "Who are you picking up?"

"An Li." Song Yan said, "I want to see her in the Ancestral Secret Realm."

Princess Xi was stunned for a moment and looked at Tang Xiaoxuan not far away.

Tang Xiaoxuan nodded slowly.

Outsiders are not allowed to enter the secret realm of the ancestral vein, but then again, the geniuses of this clan enjoy special privileges.

A few months later.

The light snow flutters down and sticks to your hair.

When Song Yan stepped into the secret realm of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan's ancestral vein, he immediately saw An Li, who was looking a little nervous and uneasy, not far away.

He said seriously: "The extermination of Nanwu Jianmen had nothing to do with me. Instead, I was the one who protected Luoxia Bamboo Island in the end. I swear."

He raised his hands and said, "If I lie, I will die a miserable death."

He never believed in oaths, but this time he took it very seriously.

An Li lowered her head in bewilderment, saying nothing, her heart in turmoil.

Song Yan stepped forward, hugged her tightly as if no one was around, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and said, "Nice to meet you, my name is Song Yan."

Slowly, slowly, An Li's hands slowly embraced him. She coughed, cleared her throat, and then said seriously, "Nice to meet you. My name is An Li."

Song Yan closed his eyes, feeling this extremely precious feeling at this moment. This feeling made his emotions and state of mind more complete, and made him more complete as a whole.

He hugged her tighter and his voice became softer.

"Thank you for letting me still have you."

An Li didn't understand what he said, she just thought it was normal, so she just said "hmm" softly.

(End of this chapter)