Amidst the flute melody, a swarm of strange ancient bees flew out from the Demon Beast Bag. These bees, in harmony with the flute sound, turned into a sky-covering black mist and swept into the distance.

Long Yinghai said arrogantly, "The Celestial Sound Race relies on nothing but a grand clock, but I see you have yet to pass the Little Celestial Tribulation. Though you boast impressively here, I wonder if you can shake my Devouring Ancient Bees?"

Elder Mo said coldly, "Courting death!"

Blood and wind, a storm is about to break!

...

...

Snap!

Snap!

"Immortal long, well done!"

"Immortal long hit the mark again!"

"Immortal long has such precise aim!"

In the imperial harem, Song Yan stood far away, holding arrows in his hand, playing the pot throwing game accompanied by a group of royal beauties.

Of course, not every royal beauty was happy to play, but many would come. Moreover, all major forces in the royal family held the belief that they must not fall behind. They scrambled to send beauties over, hoping to win the Immortal long's favor and thereby gain greater political capital for themselves. Even if they couldn't gain it, they didn't want to incur misfortune because of it.

This great country was like a playground for Song Yan, but for the royal family, it was a matter of utmost importance.

Of course, some beauties had discreetly asked him if he was the Formless Celestial Venerable.

Song Yan flatly denied it.

The Formless Celestial Venerable is formless, high above, and compassionate toward mortals. How could he indulge in lavish pleasures and unrestrained enjoyment?

In a sea of warmth and gentle jade, swaying left and right, he once more enjoyed a game with the imperial palace's soccer expert guards and, after bathing and changing clothes with beauties serving him, Song Yan then sat in a courtyard under the moonlight, meditating quietly.

Beauties, fine wine, and good food always make one feel delighted.

Yet he only enjoyed himself, neither indulging in wanton killing nor exhausting the people and resources. Previously, when the Sovereign of this West Extremity Ancient Country tried to appease him by proposing national events, he righteously rejected it and told the Sovereign that a Monarch must always remember that the people are the heavens; if one forgets, heaven will punish. The Sovereign was taught and never mentioned it again.

Furthermore, his taste in entertainment was good. After enjoying himself, he would pay a satisfying reward, which was usually some elixirs suitable for mortals.

After a while, Tang Yi appeared to report on the situation of the ancient tomb, wearing a strange expression.

The ancient tomb was in chaos, with Long Yinghai slaughtering all around.

In such a situation, Tang Yi would typically think the Dragon Tomb Ancient Race too arrogant, trying to monopolize the treasures. But he was one of the three who knew that this man before him had been to the ancient tomb in advance.

The previous battle, this man definitely participated, and even now, Long Yinghai's every move was closely connected with this man.

This made him find Song Yan more and more unfathomable.

The youth indulging in luxury and pleasure during the day, even when sitting quietly now, resembled an ancient statue in a majestic temple, casting an awe-inspiring silhouette.

"Uncle, what should we do next?" Tang Yi earnestly inquired.

Song Yan said, "Tomorrow, the young Empress Dowager of this West Extremity Ancient Country has invited me for a spring hunt. Whatever questions you have, wait until after my hunt."

"Spring...hunt..." Tang Yi smiled wryly and then said, "Uncle, as long as you're happy."

Recalling An Li's departure days ago, he could only understand... the two had parted ways.

As for why they parted, he wasn't sure. He just thought An Li was too ungrateful, even if the uncle had gone overboard, it shouldn't have ended like this.

"Uncle, since you are confident, I'll take my leave now." Tang Yi bowed again.

Song Yan said, "Bring me some elixirs that can help mortals extend life, dispel sickness, and ward off evil. I don't keep that stuff around me."

"Yes, Uncle, I'll fetch them right away." Tang Yi left.

The courtyard became quiet again.

Song Yan sat alone under the warm moonlight, slightly clenching his fingers.

A sudden gale surged through the originally serene courtyard.

'After merging with the Killing Demon Monk, my physical power has once again advanced.

Originally with this body, complemented by the Little Celestial Dao Characters Introduction and those eight White Cave Crystal Jade Gloves, I could exert Early Stage of Divine Infant's power, and now it is even stronger.

Although it still can't match the high-consumption Forbidden Technique like the Purple Mansion Primordial Explosion Technique, if I can find the Ancient Purple Mansion Body Refining Technique and further evolve and mutate it, I might be able to unleash the Evil Firm Explosion power with each move.

Once this is over, I'll go seek that ancient tomb mentioned by Yang Mutan.'

That night, two more charming beauties came to the small courtyard. After attending to Song Yan, they also helped him dress in leather armor the following day. Song Yan concealed his qi, mounted a strong black horse, and upon reaching outside the courtyard, he found the stunning Empress Dowager already waiting in hunting attire. They exchanged smiles, with the Empress Dowager actively riding closer.

Suddenly, Song Yan seemed to sense something and slightly closed his eyes.

Through the tether of the Nine-Child Demon Mother, he could feel... Long Yinghai seemed to be on the verge of death.

His mind moved, and the tether tightened.

Boom!

...

Long Yinghai, who was being shrouded by the Bronze Grand Clock, suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood and fell backward, eyes wide open, dying with a grievance.

...

"Immortal long~" the stunning Empress Dowager suddenly said, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yan suddenly swayed, dismounted, and sat behind the Empress Dowager.

The slightly raised saddle could barely accommodate two people, forcing them to stick closely together.

With a startled exclamation, the Empress Dowager turned with a playful pout and playfully punched the man's chest with her small fist.

Song Yan laughed heartily, pulled the reins, and shouted "giddy up," the horse charged forward.

Song Yan knew that today was sure to be another wonderful day.

Amid love, hate, greed, and anger, there is ultimate bliss.

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