Song Yan said, "These days, I told the First Madam that you don't have to work."

Wan'Er's face showed a hint of urgency, but she was embraced by that large hand, her entire body pressed against Song Yan.

"You serve me, meaning you are my woman. I do not permit you to wake early for work, so you mustn't get up."

Wan'Er hesitated for a moment, then said, "Master truly knows how to pamper someone."

Song Yan looked up at the white silk hanging from the top of the bed, experiencing the strange sensation brought by the "transformation" of others' cause and effect.

He and Wan'Er were clearly unfamiliar with each other and had no relation to this Medical General's household, yet because of the "transformation's" cause and effect, he suddenly became an important member of this family.

His life, everything about him seemed to change because of it.

As long as he was willing to forget, he could even escape "Song Yan" for several decades, quietly enjoying this life belonging to "Wang Tianyu," experiencing its joys and sorrows, untangling its cause and effect tribulations, and enjoying the confidantes that should have belonged to him.

Such days were not so bad.

He held Wan'Er and slept soundly until dawn.

When the white light appeared outside the window, Wan'Er hurriedly got out of bed, serving him to rise and using a comb of animal teeth to groom his hair.

Once they stepped outside, they saw a maid waiting at the door.

Wan'Er clearly recognized the maid, quickly saying, "It's not that I didn't get up today..."

Her words were cut off as the maid looked at Wan'Er and smiled, "The First Madam said if you haven't left this courtyard by the time of Chen, you'll follow the Fourth Lord henceforth and no longer need to return to her courtyard."

Wan'Er was taken aback, then gracefully bowed, saying, "Thank you, First Madam."

Song Yan watched this unfold without intervening.

He could clearly see that this girl named Wan'Er truly had "secretly admired him for a long time," and being with him now, she was likely to give him her heart entirely.

Such a woman would be absolutely loyal for any task.

Many matters conducted by Wan'Er were better than if he did them himself.

A moment later...

Wan'Er again served Song Yan breakfast, and during a brief free moment, she took out a long sword, performing a set of light, elegant swordsmanship in the spacious courtyard.

Song Yan glanced casually, noticing imperfections in her swordsmanship, with the subsequent moves seeming disjointed, so he pondered slightly and gave Wan'Er a few pointers.

The two discussed swordsmanship.

After their conversation, the relationship between the two grew closer.

Song Yan naturally brought up the ingredients for the "Nine-Turn Soul-Melting Soup."

Upon hearing about the "Thousand-Year Cold Luo Grass," Wan'Er was momentarily stunned, but soon said, "Cold Luo Grass is a common herb, but the thousand-year version is extremely rare; I've never heard anyone ask for it. In the afternoon... I shall run some errands for you, Master, to various channels like the merchants' guild, the medicine hall, and ask some old herbalists."

Song Yan nodded, and at this moment, another maid came to report that the old lady was seeking him.

Song Yan hurriedly leaned on his cane and went over to discuss family matters with the old lady.

The old lady's eyes were full of family pride, and throughout their conversation, she kept saying things like, "The entire Wang Family is loyal and righteous, absolutely cannot disappoint the imperial grace," "If the royal family needs our Wang Family to brew medicine to enhance martial artists' power, we must provide it as much as possible, if the national treasury is empty, our Wang Family can offer the medicine free of charge," "Our Wang Family is deeply graced by the emperor, this dragon-headed cane was bestowed by the late emperor."

Song Yan spoke with the old lady for a long time before leaving.

As he passed the Incense Hall, he glanced at the shrine's deity statue, squinting slightly.

Within the land of the Ancient Race, the faith in the Formless Celestial Venerable still thrived, though the image had changed from "The Gandharva Worm" to "Yin Yang Profound Dragon."

Being able to trample the Yin Yang Profound Dragon underfoot likely meant the Formless Ancestor had "returned to the clan" and seized someone's body.

Song Yan thoughtfully considered the current visage of the Formless Celestial Venerable.

Suddenly, a familiar face flashed in his mind.

Tang Xiaoxuan!

'The Formless Ancestor seized Tang Xiaoxuan, then continued to shape the Celestial Venerable's deity in Tang Xiaoxuan's likeness, thereby maintaining the hegemony of the Formless Ancient Race.'

'Didn't the Formless Ancestor know about the Heaven and Earth's Master's avatar plan? He valued me only because I possess Changwang's Evil Treasure, making my Divine Soul quite unusual, a promising candidate for body seizure?'

'At first, the Good Corpse of the Celestial Venerable wasn't targeting me, it was merely an examiner behind the bronze door, anyone who passed the test was a target for the avatar plan.'

'In that case...'

Song Yan squinted again, eyeing the sword banner clutched in the Formless Celestial Venerable's hand.

'Without the Demon Mother Lock, and lacking a fourth empty hand.'

'When I noticed the Celestial Venerable's deity, it already looked like this.'

'So, my wavering heart caused by the Celestial Venerable's statue, nearly succumbing to it, could it really... just be a coincidence?'

Song Yan shivered and shook his head.

He never believed in coincidences, yet couldn't figure out what this was about.

At that moment, he simply felt this world was too dangerous.

One step forward, and you don't know into whose "web" you might stumble.

Thinking about this, he looked at the surrounding mortal homes and thought: 'The grand sects can go to hell; the Mortal World is safer.'

...

...

It turned out that the secret formula for "Breaking Ancient Divine Infant," due to its long-time loss, had herbs such as Cold Luo Grass, which were surprisingly easy to find.

Wan'Er scurried around and inquired, spending a full three months before finally hearing from an out-of-town herbalist that a deep mountain might hold Thousand-Year Cold Luo Grass.

She paid some money and had the herbalist lead the way, then experienced who knows how many events and tried countless wrong places in between.

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