The young man who called himself Lin Huan suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression, his teeth clattering uncontrollably, and found himself unable to speak.

At that moment, an aura descended from the sky.

Lin Huan finally felt a bit more comfortable.

He looked up, gazing at the white-robed man on the high platform, and exclaimed with joy, "Third Uncle."

The white-robed man said indifferently, "In this marketplace, are you forbidding Mr. Hong from discussing business? We of the Hundred Skills Sect are a reputable sect, and selling something like a blood corpse early is for the best."

Hong Qingsang laughed heartily and cupped his hands, saying, "Mr. Lin Three truly understands the situation!"

Lin Huan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned to Cao Yunfei and said, "Yunfei, since you want to join me, why not simply bring out the blood corpse and sell it to old man Hong?"

Cao Yunfei felt dizzy, staring incredulously at her own dao companion.

Song Yan watched the scene with interest.

He observed carefully and had long seen deeper truths between these people's expressions.

It was clear that this Mr. Lin Three was in cahoots with Hong Qingsang, and Lin Huan had likely been persuaded earlier. His current performance was merely a play to help Hong Qingsang acquire the Purple Mansion Blood Corpse.

Song Yan pondered briefly, then silently sent a thought that landed unnoticed at the center of Cao Yunfei's brow, then spoke directly, "Child, don't make a sound."

Cao Yunfei was stunned. Although her realm was only at the late stage of the Crimson Palace, she was aware of such methods; to silently release this thought without alerting the powerful on-site meant the speaker's strength was at least at the late stage of the Purple Mansion, or perhaps... even beyond to the Divine Infant.

She immediately attempted to respond in her mind, "Senior... please go ahead."

Song Yan said, "I'll ask, and you answer."

"Yes."

"First, who refined the blood corpse of this female cultivator?"

Cao Yunfei was bewildered, pondering, but Song Yan had already grasped the answer.

His thought had entered the mind of this little fellow not yet into the Purple Mansion, and by evoking memories through questions, he could naturally catch a glimpse of the truth without needing her reply.

He initially thought it was "Demon Sect's tradition, Cao Yunfei refined her master," or "Cao Yunfei refined her master into a blood corpse after her death to enhance sect strength," but it was neither...

The Blood Corpse of Miss Jade Makeup was self-refined. She had even started preparing while alive to sufficiently strengthen her power after death.

He read scene after scene of memories from Cao Yunfei's mind.

He saw the youthful Cao Yunfei crying and kneeling before Miss Jade Makeup, pleading with her not to take those medications, but Miss Jade Makeup sternly said, "Our sect being the Puppet Sect and experts at corpse refining, we should not waste any expert's corpse, including mine... and yours. Only thus can we survive in this harsh world!"

Cao Yunfei cried, "If Patriarch Song were here, he certainly wouldn't wish for you to do this."

Miss Jade Makeup was silent for a moment, then said, "Your Patriarch Song was exceedingly talented and ruthless. If it were him... he would agree with me too."

Cao Yunfei, unaware that her memory had been probed, continued trying to piece together her thoughts, not knowing who this sudden senior was and thus dared not say too much.

Song Yan directly asked the second question, "What kind of person was your Patriarch Song?"

Cao Yunfei was surprised.

But Song Yan had once again seen the memories flashing through her mind.

Miss Jade Makeup held a candle in the cave mansion, grinding ink, painting his likeness on paper with deep affection stroke by stroke.

The young Cao Yunfei childishly asked, "Master, who is this?"

Miss Jade Makeup said, "Another of your Patriarchs, his name is Song Yan. He taught me many things.

At first, I didn't understand him, but after avenging my great enmity, fleeing wretchedly from a demon's pursuit to the East Sea, I realized he was right..."

The young Cao Yunfei asked innocently, "And where is Patriarch Song?"

Miss Jade Makeup said, "He went to a very, very far place. But one day, I will go to find him, and then we can be together forever."

Her expression was gentle. The candle wax crackled. Jade Makeup focused on dotting the youth's pupils, holding a long gaze, reluctant to avert her eyes.

Cao Yunfei giggled and said, "Shame, Master isn't embarrassed!"

At that time, Cao Yunfei clearly didn't understand that Miss Jade Makeup meant "went to a very, very far place" signified death...

...

For a moment, Song Yan's mind drifted away to hundreds of years ago at Paperman Peak.

He transmitted the third question, "What do you want?"

Before she could answer, he had already perceived the answer: Facing worldly disasters, great calamities imminent, Cao Yunfei wants to exchange for a chance of a Profound Heart breakthrough to protect the Puppet Sect from Purple Mansion folding.

For this reason, she endured the pain of putting her master's blood corpse up as pretend for Zhang Han, to divert attention and trade at auction for opportunity. Zhang Han's blood corpse was more powerful, crucial for Puppet Sect's resurgence.

As did Cao Yuzhuang's wish for Puppet Sect's prosperity and protection.

Everything was clear now.

Suddenly, he heard Lin Huan continuing to persuade Cao Yunfei, then saw the purple-robed youth staring lewdly at the blood corpse Jade Makeup, and the malicious gaze of Hong Qingsang.

All this brought him back to reality.

The next moment...

An overwhelming and heavy Divine Infant aura enveloped the place. Song Yan rose slowly, taking a pigeon's egg-sized piece of Profound Yellow Material and handed it to Cao Yunfei. Then raised a hand to close the blood corpse Jade Makeup's sarcophagus lid and draw it to him.

In an instant, the auction fell deathly silent.

Immediately after, Mr. Lin Three from above kneeled down respectfully, "Greetings, Senior."

Hong Qingsang was startled, quickly bowing and saying, "Greetings, Senior."

Song Yan said blandly, "That piece of Profound Yellow Material should let her sit in Profound Heart for a hundred years, no?"

Mr. Lin Three, shocked, examined the pigeon-egg-sized golden material, then nodded furiously in delight, "It can! It can!! Of course, it can!!!"

Song Yan said, "If so, let's finalize the deal. A thought of mine is in her mind. Should she die, I'll see it myself."

Having said this, he looked at Mr. Lin Three, smiling faintly, "Little one, you wouldn't want to provoke a powerful enemy to your sect, would you? Don't force me to bloodbath this place."

Mr. Lin Three felt the terrifying aura.

This aura, even the sect's patriarch was far from comparable.

And to casually produce Profound Yellow Material, this mysterious power's level of horror was unimaginable.

He hastily nodded.

Song Yan, hands behind his back, ascended into the air and left directly. No one dared stop him.

Cao Yunfei was astounded, but in the next moment, she was overjoyed because... she knew she had received more than she desired.

In her mind, she joyfully called out, "Senior, do you know Master?"

But there was no answer.

She continued speaking, but still received no response.

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