Song Yan suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth.

An Li shivered, lowering her head.

Song Yan laughed heartily, gesturing with his hand, "Come here."

An Li sat at the edge of the bed, her body trembling.

Song Yan patted her hair and sighed, "Silly girl, I don't blame you, it's just that you've never really seen the world clearly. If you did, you should understand that I'm not scary."

An Li hung her head, "Sorry, it's because I'm too stupid..."

Song Yan said, "I'm the one who's at fault; I shouldn't have pushed you so hard. Alright, you've been busy all day, go take a rest."

"Yes, master..."

An Li hesitated to speak, then turned and left, quietly closing the wooden door behind her.

...

...

Time flew by, and a year later, Song Yan was mostly sure that Vilampu and the Nine-Child Demon Mother had likely left. This was expected, after all, the latter couldn't possibly clash directly with the entire Ancient Race.

He had brought back a large amount of True Spirit Fragments for the Formless Ancient Race, helping them establish the title of "Formless Celestial Venerable", and in return, the Formless Ancient Race helped him evade a calamity with their influence.

A drink in return for a drink, an act of reciprocity, this is a good relationship.

Now, he was in a safe environment, and his injuries from taking a direct hit from the Nine-Child Demon Mother had mostly healed.

Song Yan pulled up a wicker chair in the courtyard, squinting as he basked in the sun.

Sometimes he envied cats, so lazy, so leisurely, now he too was like a cat, enjoying the calm before the storm.

If one does not prepare for the future, they will face imminent troubles; do not wait until disaster strikes to panic, to rage impotently, to think of turning the tide.

He always understood the logic of raising pigs for the festival.

"Heaven and Earth Overturned" brought the festival early, and he, the pig, was almost at the time to be slaughtered.

There is no uncalled-for love or hate in the world. Ever since the Primordial Ancestor of the Formless Ancient Race extended an olive branch to him in his difficult times, he knew he was wanted for something.

His Divine Soul could be hidden from others, but probably not from the Primordial Ancestor.

As his experience grew, Song Yan understood that the so-called heaven and earth, and the Ancient Race, were but creations of more powerful cultivators; he also understood that Changwang's Evil Treasure was different from other Evil Treasures, its potential, if unleashed, could possibly have the power to "sail through the Sea of Suffering without damage" for long periods.

With heaven and earth overturned, if one could sail the Sea of Suffering long-term, they would have the opportunity to enter the next Cultivation Profound Realm.

"The old ancestor of the Formless Ancient Race should be after this."

Song Yan leaned back in his chair, listening to its creaking sound, plotting in his mind: "The earliest time this ancestor would act should be after I achieve Divine Infant status, at the latest during the ancient race upheaval 700 years later."

"Whether I'm right or not, my honeymoon with the Formless Ancient Race is nearly over."

"Showing distance when near, showing closeness when far, the more I want to run, the more I have to bind myself tightly to the Formless Ancient Race."

"It's time to actively seek out Ningxin Ancestor."

Song Yan stopped his thoughts, raised his hand to pull a jug of fine wine from the void, and slowly drank by placing it to his lips.

Good days need to be enjoyed...

After finishing the wine, he exhaled, then stabilized his body, suddenly rose, transformed into a rainbow streak, and soared to the side of the Celestial Pool.

The Divine Maiden in green was meditating and only opened her eyes slightly to ask, "Healed?"

Song Yan said, "Yes."

The Divine Maiden said, "Little An Li was brought up by you personally, do you really not plan to take her back?"

Song Yan's expression slightly hardened.

This remark seemed ordinary at first, but from another perspective, it was a piercing word.

An Li, having been guided by Ningxin Ancestor, grew step by step, still kind, diligent, and innocent. A bond had formed between the two women, and now... Tang Ningxin wanted to further strengthen his bond with An Li to bind him further.

Or rather, everything Tang Ningxin did was to lasso him mentally and emotionally, to bind him to the Formless Ancient Race. In other words, to keep him, the pig, in place so the Primordial Ancestor could conveniently slaughter him come festival time.

For this, Tang Ningxin spared no expense, be it emotions or body, treating him entirely as a Daoist partner, as the future of the Formless Ancient Race. Just like Teacher Shi who once hoped wholeheartedly for him to inherit his mantle...

Song Yan said, "I desire fish and I desire bear's paw too, but having eaten too much fish, I want to eat bear's paw now."

Ningxin Ancestor retorted in annoyance, "Am I the bear's paw?"

Song Yan gazed at her with burning eyes, "I count the days daily, waiting for the Void Ruins to open, waiting for me to step into the Divine Infant realm."

Ningxin Ancestor's tone turned alluring, "Little one, isn't once or twice enough?"

Song Yan said, "The taste lingers most passionately, I think about you day and night, even little An Li has faded in my mind."

Ningxin Ancestor said, "I also look forward to you successfully entering Divine Infant."

Song Yan rushed forward, trying to embrace the Divine Maiden in green, but the Divine Maiden extended her long leg, lightly pressed her toe to his chest, and floated up lightly, riding the wind away.

As she hovered in the air, the Divine Maiden said, "There's no reward without effort, you can't touch me today."

Song Yan wanted to pursue, but the Divine Maiden appeared behind him like a specter.

The Maiden hugged him from behind, her red lips close to his ear, blowing gently, tickling his hair, and her charming voice, accompanied by hot breath, softly and tenderly caressed his eardrums, "Sooner or later, I'm yours. Then you can have me every day, any way you want, alright?"

Saying this, she twirled and dodged, flying back up into the air above the Celestial Pool.

The Yin Yang Profound Dragon burst from the water, its head slightly bowed.

The Maiden stood atop it, returning to her original aloof coldness, high above.

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