His goodwill, his protective thought, can only most easily take root in the soil of the "Nanwu Sword Sect".

He first needs to move this opportunity to a safe place, otherwise... finding another opportunity might take an unknown amount of time and effort.

In the past, he would have been cautious and sneaky, lurking past carefully.

But now, there's no need!

Song Yan's gaze swiftly scanned across the map, finally settling on a spot.

That spot was not within the vassal state territory of the Formless Ancient Race, but further east, near a force called the "Night King Ancient Race", separated from the Formless Ancient Race by a wholly blood-red place — the Ice Mirror Wilderness.

The Ancient Teleportation Array leading to the Ancient Jin Kingdom is also in that direction.

Previously when Song Yan came, he actually traveled over the Ice Realm Wilderness.

He would rather take the long way around than travel through the wilderness, which clearly shows... the Ice Mirror Wilderness is a dangerous place.

And the Nanwu Sword Sect is near the Ice Mirror Wilderness, it seems that the surrounding area is quite barren.

"Happy Aunt, I want this sect."

Song Yan raised his hand and pointed at the "Nanwu Sword Sect".

Happy Aunt hunched over, tilted her head, stared at the map for a moment, thought for a while, and simply said one word: "Okay."

Song Yan asked, "Is it difficult?"

Happy Aunt showed a thoughtful expression, as if considering whether it's truly difficult, and after a while, she lifted her chubby hand, measuring a small gap with her thumb and forefinger, and said: "Maybe, a little, just a little."

After speaking, she grinned and said: "There is actually a bit of ancestral ties with that Nanwu Sword Sect."

Song Yan: ???

This... was truly unexpected for him.

Seeing his curious gaze, Happy Aunt explained: "Five thousand years ago, there were two powerful ancient races on this land, one called the Dragon Elephant Ancient Race, the other called the Lingbo Ancient Race.

I am a descendant of the Dragon Elephant Ancient Race.

And the little sect leader of the Nanwu Sword Sect is a descendant of the Lingbo Ancient Race."

Song Yan said: "Then... where are the Dragon Elephant and Lingbo clans now?"

Happy Aunt said: "They are gone."

Song Yan said: "How did they perish?"

Happy Aunt sweetly said: "The master needs to work hard to become stronger to find out."

After speaking, she changed the subject and laughed: "Both the Sword Sect and I are descendants of perished clans, and this is that bit of ancestral ties.

As for that little bit of difficulty, it's the Night King Ancient Race. Back then, the Night King Ancient Race was a subordinate clan of the Lingbo Ancient Race. At the time of the Lingbo Ancient Race's demise, the Night King Ancient Race didn't miss the opportunity to add insult to injury, capturing some living members of the Lingbo Ancient Race, attempting to use their racial strength to strengthen themselves.

Nowadays, that little sect leader of the Nanwu Sword Sect is really separated by several generations, and isn't that important anymore, yet she is still famously beautiful, known by many cultivators who wish to take her as a furnace.

Unfortunately, being so close geographically, the Night King Ancient Race has already set their eyes on them."

Song Yan asked: "Have they taken action?"

Happy Aunt said: "The Nanwu Sword Sect helped repair the Ancient Teleportation Array, the Ancient Race Alliance granted them fifty years to recuperate and ten years of the Profound Heart's usage. Now, that time has long passed."

Song Yan fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Happy Aunt, I don't care, I've only heard of that little lady's fame, I just want her as my furnace, I don't care, I don't care about anything!"

Happy Aunt nodded emphatically and said: "It should be so."

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...

A month later...

Night King Ancient Race, Northern Land, a sect.

A sullen young master sat with legs crossed, eating a Profound Fruit and drinking Immortal Brew, when suddenly someone stumbled in from outside, shouting as they ran: "Not good, young master, something bad has happened!!"

The sullen young master frowned and pointed at the person, saying: "Why the panic?"

The one who rushed in said: "It's about that little lady from the Nanwu Sword Sect, Yu Xuanwei."

The sullen young master was indeed a member of the Night King Ancient Race, named — Ye Fu.

The person continued: "Someone... someone flew to the skies above Nanwu Sword Sect, proclaiming they want the young lady Yu as their Dao partner, and they want the entire Nanwu Sword Sect as dowry."

Ye Fu was taken aback, then anger rose to his brow, he slammed the table, shattering it, and said with an uncontrollable fury: "Impossible! Who on this land dares to challenge me?

I've already declared that the young lady is mine, who would dare to touch?"

The person gave a bitter smile and said: "It's someone from the Formless Ancient Race."

Ye Fu's expression slightly froze, muttering: "This makes sense."

But as he continued, he became enraged again: "Does being a member of a powerful Ancient Race allow one to act so wantonly? I must inform the elders and have them seek justice!!"

The one who rushed in could only smile bitterly, as such divine clashes were beyond him, he could only deliver the message.

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...

At this moment, above the Nanwu Sword Sect...

A beauty in a Vermilion Brocade Robe gazed peculiarly towards the sky.

The years had not left a trace of age on her, instead adding more allure, like an immortal peach that took centuries to grow and ripen, now plump and juicy, more enticing than ever.

Yu Xuanwei had already fallen into despair.

Because she was targeted by a wastrel from the Night King Ancient Race.

That wastrel had long declared to those around that she was destined to be his woman.

Yu Xuanwei, relying on various means, barely held out until now, and just when she could no longer hold on, there was suddenly a turn of events.

The wastrel from the Formless Ancient Race sat in the flying palanquin, floating in the sky, unreasonably declaring she was his woman, and whoever dared touch her would perish.

Beside that wastrel, a woman resembling a deadly beast silently hovered, her gaze looking South, as if waiting for those who dare not comply.

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