Twelve Refining Profound disciples favored by the Formless Ancient Race through the Hidden Dragon Association, but only one Crimson Palace Elder passed the "Divine Jade Scroll" test.

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

The Void Ship and the Flying Palanquin of the ancient race descended onto the Ancient Teleportation Array.

The Purple Mansion Cultivator stationed there actually came personally and saluted the Flying Palanquin.

He was not of the ancient race, but a Purple Mansion Cultivator of the Ancient Country, so even if there were juniors of the Crimson Palace inside the palanquin, he had to salute, even if the latter ignored him, it was normal.

However, at this moment, the curtain of the Flying Palanquin lifted, and a tall and handsome figure leaped out, seeing the Purple Mansion Cultivator, respectfully saluted, and smiled: "Greetings, Mr. Wang."

The Purple Mansion Cultivator called Mr. Wang returned the salute with a smile: "Young Master Tang Yi."

The handsome figure smiled and said: "I do not dare to be called Young Master, in front of you, I am just a junior."

After that, Tang Yi saluted again, saying: "Sir, I will return to the palanquin first. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will visit specially."

Mr. Wang stroked his beard, nodded, and laughed heartily: "Young Master Yi, you're too polite. I acknowledge you as a friend."

Though he had no deep connection with Tang Yi, the other's special gesture of stepping out from the palanquin to salute made him feel a spring breeze brushing his face, secretly thinking "judging by character, this young one's future seems quite bright."

He knew Tang Yi was a descendant that the Formless Ancient Race had found in the Southern Land of this continent decades ago.

Such descendants often suffer greatly outside, and once they become part of the ancient race, it's normal for them to act arrogant and haughty outside.

Over a thousand years ago, the descendants that the ancient race lost here were far more than those found nowadays. Even now, as he serves as the rotating guard of this Ancient Teleportation Array, he is also tasked with continuing the search for ancient race descendants.

During these times, he had succeeded once, seeing the "foolishly triumphant faces" of some people, so seeing Tang Yi being so humble and polite, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly that this young one is different.

The hardships of turbulent times hadn't made him feel inferior, nor had the news of becoming part of the ancient race driven him mad. Instead, it all forged his character.

Mr. Wang praised with a laugh: "When we meet next, Young Master Yi should have already become a Purple Mansion."

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

With that, he let down the curtain.

A moment later, the Ancient Teleportation Array began to activate.

As several beams of light rose, the Flying Palanquin and the Void Ship were enveloped.

...

In the next instant...

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Amidst the clear sky in the Northern Land, on a teleportation array, the Void Ship and Flying Palanquin suddenly appeared.

Song Yan stood by the railing, looking at the green mountains and waters here, feeling a momentary relief as the sense of "shackles, oppression, danger" that had been far from him temporarily lifted.

He slightly turned his head, just in time to meet the gaze of the Immortal Mother of Apricot who was discreetly peeking out the window of the last flying palanquin.

Their eyes met from afar and quickly withdrew.

Song Yan turned back, returned to his private compartment, and sat cross-legged.

The trace of thought from Feng Chengzi had almost been assimilated by him and could now be mobilized at will.

However, he still needs to familiarize himself with its mysteries as it might be another "key" to infiltrating the Formless Ancient Race besides the "Faceless Mask."

But how to infiltrate?

He needs a foolproof plan.

And, for this, he needs the Immortal Mother of Apricot.

On the other side...

Inside the flying palanquin, the Immortal Mother of Apricot's heartbeat has gradually calmed, and she quickly took out a Communication Jade, secretly transmitting messages.

She was no longer alone now.

She held control over certain forces of her own.

Many cultivators looking to advance or gain favor with the Formless Ancient Race tried to find her and please her, hoping she would introduce them with a few words like "this person is quite talented and might be useful." If these cultivators were indeed used by the ancient race, they would be marked with the Immortal Mother of Apricot's imprint and seen as Tang Yi's people.

Among them, there were many death warriors loyal to the Immortal Mother of Apricot.

"Kill those three paramours and clean up, leaving no traces," the Immortal Mother of Apricot instructed lightly.

Her expression was cold, one cheek illuminated by sunlight, the other shrouded in shadows, giving her a variable appearance.

From the other side came a respectful response.

"Yes, Immortal Mother."

After transmitting her message, the Immortal Mother of Apricot quickly retrieved an Immortal Mirror from the void and began to groom herself slightly.

She must find a way to retain that old monster.

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

After all, at this point, with the map fully revealed and the dagger drawn, knowing the origins of the old monster, it would be foolish not to see through it.

...

...

Half a month later...

In a city temporary under the Formless Ancient Race's jurisdiction where they could rest...

Array Flags that concealed auras were placed at the corners of a pavilion.

On the great bed in the pavilion, waves surged as scheming men and women indulged...

It was a long time before they stopped.

One wants to cling to a great tree to stabilize his own and his son's status, the other wants to use the other to integrate into the Formless Ancient Race. It was mutually beneficial with no love involved; this union was merely to strengthen their alliance, and it was but a way to add warmth and credibility to their cold interests.

At this moment, the Immortal Mother of Apricot lay in Song Yan's embrace, like a little bird depending on someone, or an obedient wife.

She gently hugged the young man's broad waist and softly said: "These years, I have been alone. Even as the old tree grows more rings, and the vast sea turns to mulberry fields, I have never sought another man."

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