Aunt Xi really has a jolly appearance.

It's the kind of jolliness like a humanoid savage beast.

She stood eight feet tall, exceptionally stout, almost square in shape.

Layers of fat draped down like a hundred steel heavy armors, her legs thicker than elephant's, with tiny bean-sized eyes embedded in the center of her plump face, sparkling with a chilling cold light. The aura around her was as if tens of slaughterhouses stacked together, filled with an unsettling sense of killing intent and a bloody smell.

Upon seeing the young man, Aunt Xi fell to the ground, shouting, "Master."

The reason she fell was because... she could no longer manage to perform a half-kneel or bowing posture.

Yet on such a woman, Song Yan felt an extremely terrifying prowess in her flesh and blood.

Tang Xiaokong's words, "not ordinary," were indeed very accurate.

This Aunt Xi was clearly an anomaly within the Purple Mansion Realm.

Song Yan even thought that if Aunt Xi pressed down on Infant Crying Master, the latter would be crushed until his eyeballs popped out, bouncing several tens of feet away...

"Aunt Xi, we're family, no need to fall over next time."

Song Yan said.

Aunt Xi's belly quivered, bouncing herself up, and with a cute tone said, "Alright, Master."

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

Having been here for half a year, Song Yan already had plans in mind, so he smiled and said, "One thing at a time."

If he were a fake, he'd surely be very nervous now, even trying to cover it up.

But he wasn't.

Whatever the reason, he was given the identity of a Formless Race member, and now he was truly a prodigy of the Formless Ancient Race.

...

...

Winter passed, spring came.

A cultivator in the Middle Stage of the Crimson Palace was expressing immense gratitude, yet the person seeing him off simply said, "No need to thank me, it's an arrangement from a higher authority. You, ah, really don't know what kind of luck you've stumbled upon. Coming from a small sect in the Southern Land of Ancient Jin Kingdom, now you're appointed as an Honored Guest Elder in one of the top five major sects of our ancient race."

This cultivator in the Middle Stage of the Crimson Palace was one of the thirteen who came with Tang Yi, named Jiao Yifu.

Under Tang Yi's arrangement, Jiao Yifu was initially doing some family affairs to get accustomed, but just a few days ago, he suddenly received a secret order, instructing him to head to a major sect as an Honored Guest Elder.

It was practically a meteoric rise.

"It's the master's benevolence, the master's benevolence indeed. I, Jiao Yifu, will never forget the master's kindness, even as I serve another sect, I will always be the master's man." The cultivator patted his chest, extremely moved.

"Go quickly, cherish this hard-earned opportunity when you reach the sect, cultivate diligently, and don't wander around aimlessly."

"Of course, of course! I will definitely break through the realms as soon as possible!"

After a few more words, Jiao Yifu clasped his fists, took the transfer order, and flew away with his artifact.

The person seeing him off stood there, spring wind blowing his long hair, his face changed rapidly into another look, seemingly ordinary yet with eyes holding a different kind of allure.

Suddenly, the air here quieted down, all insects' low hum since the awakening of insects ceased, a fishy wind brushed by, and a great plump figure fell with a crash, sounding as if a deity swung a hammer hard against the earth.

Song Yan helplessly said, "Aunt Xi, can you walk a little lighter?"

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

Song Yan firmly believed that, put outside, this Aunt Xi would surely be a terrifying beast that would frighten anyone.

If it were an ordinary person, confronted with Aunt Xi's appearance and voice, they would probably have collapsed already. Even if not, they would feel fear and disgust.

Yet Song Yan treated her with normalcy.

Because after this time, he had understood that Aunt Xi was definitely a formidable enemy, but seemed to regard him highly and extraordinarily... protective.

Song Yan believed that anything trying to approach and harm him would be furiously smashed by Aunt Xi.

After a simple exchange, he looked toward the departing cultivator.

Aunt Xi did not ask why he did so, merely swept her bean-sized eyes around.

And when sensing some demon beasts with ill intent, she would lick her lips, and the demon beasts, even if still far away, would be so scared they would flee, rolling away in fear.

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

That day, thirteen people accompanied Tang Yi to the ancient race. Due to trial accidents, three died, leaving ten.

These ten... he had obtained from Immortal Mother Xing, arranging them to ten major powers, advising them to cultivate well in the sect, and not to "wander" outside.

Among these ten, he even had Immortal Mother Xing recognize a "godson," forming a Daoist couple with a girl from a big character family of a certain major power.

Anyone who wanted to offend these ten major powers would have headaches.

So anyone wanting to grab those ten people from these forces would find it absolutely challenging.

He knew the Demon Monk was surely having people probe the situation here.

Thus, he didn't mind making it a bit harder for the Demon Monk, even if... he himself wasn't within the Demon Monk's search range. But as long as he could trip the Demon Monk up a bit more, he would go to any lengths to do so.

Song Yan thought for a moment, then asked, "Aunt Xi, any progress on what I asked you to investigate?"

Aunt Xi nodded her gigantic head, moved her palm, and took out a map.

The map of the ancient country was extremely convenient: by locating with Divine Sense, no matter where one was, they could blend that Divine Sense, observe that map, and accurately find the destination.

What Song Yan needed to find, of course, was the whereabouts of the "Nanwu Sword Sect."

Old acquaintances and the like were secondary.

Most importantly, he had realized that the core of his breakthrough to the Middle Stage of the Purple Mansion Realm lay with the "Nanwu Sword Sect."

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