The Formless Ancient Race, Ancestral Vein Secret Realm...

Outside the round oiled paper window, the shadows of trees overlapped heavily.

The flower branches rustled and swayed in the wind, creating a sound that lifted one's spirits.

In the small study, Tang Xiaokong crossed his legs, brewed a pot of tea, and poured two cups. Upon seeing Song Yan, he suddenly seemed to remember something and smiled, saying, "Forgot, forgot, this old man loves tea, so I brewed a cup for you as well. However, I also have wine and spiritual liquid here; you can drink whatever you like."

Saying this, he raised his hand, and one by one, exquisitely crafted jade bottles were arranged on the old wooden table.

Tang Xiaokong leisurely shook his leg, picked up a cup of tea, and sipped it with a "tsk tsk," then sighed comfortably and looked up at the sky, as if pondering some question.

Song Yan took the tea and sipped it.

The tea was very mild.

It had no special effects.

Most likely, it was just tea for mortals to drink.

The water was also ordinary, perhaps mountain spring or rainwater, but not any special kind of water.

This kind of tea could be found everywhere in teahouses within the Mortal Realm, but it should never appear in a place like this.

Tang Xiaokong came back to his senses, noticed Song Yan's slight perplexity after drinking the tea, and smiled, saying, "No need to think, no need to remember. Don't rush rice seedlings to become rice; water flows its natural course. The mind recognizes it when the time is right, and outside its realm, the Dao will not be understood. Otherwise, it brings no benefits, only harm.

To tell you the truth, what I drink is not merely a cup of ordinary tea, and what you drink can only be a cup of ordinary tea, or else... there would be problems, hahaha."

Song Yan pondered for a moment and immediately understood that Tang Xiaokong was contemplating the Divine Infant Realm, so he didn't say much, merely replying, "Han'Er has been taught."

Tang Xiaokong nodded with satisfaction, then fanned himself like a village elder, grabbed the teapot, and drank directly, saying, "Our Formless Ancient Race has existed for over five thousand years. From its initial birth, there has been the Innate Divine Soul Secret Technique, as well as the Faceless Mask as a heritage.

And since two thousand years ago, when the Yin Yang Profound Dragon Jade Stele emerged in the Ancestral Vein, the jade stele recorded the third inheritance of our Formless Ancient Race — the No-Self True Technique.

This technique cannot be learned by anyone outside our race."

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

Tang Xiaokong said, "Han'Er!"

Previously, Song Yan might have felt guilty.

But now, he was a genuine member of the Formless Race, recognized by the current Clan Leader and former ancestors as part of the Formless Race.

Hence, he raised his hand to touch the jade stele, his Divine Sense scanned it, and soon a mysterious stream of colored light surged, attaching to the golden Soul Chart of the Formless Race, then... moved according to his will, shifting unpredictably.

Simultaneously, a line of information appeared on his panel:

[Magic]

"Ancestral Blessings of the Formless Shattered Immortal Position" (No Cultivation Required)

A slight perception revealed that this newly added magic was immensely powerful, capable of enveloping the Divine Soul with a single thought, obstructing the fluctuation of one's own aura, rendering it utterly hidden and imperceptible.

Not to mention that he previously couldn't perceive Tang Xiaokong's realm at all, even Tang Xiaokong... now couldn't discern his realm.

This was truly miraculous.

As for the No-Self True Technique, as for outsiders finding it exceedingly difficult to cultivate, it was all a lie.

Tang Xiaokong looked at his bewildered expression and said, "Do you know what the No-Self True Technique is now?"

Song Yan nodded and revealed a strange smile, saying, "It seems I don't even need to practice it."

Tang Xiaokong laughed heartily, saying, "Exactly, but outwardly you still have to pretend to be practicing it, and if this topic arises, you must say it's the No-Self True Technique."

Song Yan thought briefly and said, "Other ancient races don't have this?"

Tang Xiaokong looked at him in astonishment and praised, "Amazing, amazing, strong talent, good disposition, and even such a clever mind?

Indeed, many ancient races don't have this secondary blessing from ancestors."

Yet, our Formless Ancient Race has always been a race that doesn't like to expose its trump cards, so it is deceitfully proclaimed as magic rather than ancestral protection to the outside world."

Song Yan asked, "Why are our ancestors able to give us this second blessing?"

Tang Xiaokong shook his head, then said, "These matters are still too distant for you, far enough that you don't need to consider or explore them."

For the next half year, you will spend it in this garden, reading books, learning about realm information.

Half a year later, when the Purple Mansion Female Cultivator arrives, you can venture out for training and cultivation.

"Even though our Formless Ancient Race starts far above mortals, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and you must remember to take one step at a time."

"Child understands."

Tang Xiaokong nodded, then clapped his hands.

The small study suddenly transformed, with rows of bookshelves appearing in the once empty air.

"There are no techniques here, only the understanding of realms from our Formless Race ancestors, for you to contemplate, to prevent straying from the correct path later on.

This step is indeed crucial, but only great families like ours can achieve it. When others are still trying to discern and find their path, you will already be clear on your direction, thereby not wasting time and not shooting aimlessly."

"Yes."

After Tang Xiaokong finished speaking, he continued to fan himself, carried the teapot, hummed a tune, and leisurely stepped outside.

Song Yan watched his departing figure, and in a moment of fleeting illusion, it seemed as if this third master Tang had already merged with heaven and earth, indistinguishable from them.

He withdrew his gaze and silently looked again at the newly added line of information on the panel: "Ancestral Blessings of the Formless Shattered Immortal Position."

His gaze slowly converged on the word "shattered," displaying a contemplative expression.

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