The leading middle-aged man leapt down from the camel, a delighted expression on his rugged face full of stubble, with eyes like bronze bells excitedly looking at Ling Xiaoxiao, opening his slightly chapped lips and shouting in excitement, "Big sister!! Big sister!!!"

Ling Xiaoxiao stared at this prairie man for a moment, surprised, "Little Ling Dang?! You... why do you look like this now?"

The middle-aged man called "Little Ling Dang" laughed heartily, then glancing around said, "Look, look, nowadays only big sister still calls me Little Ling Dang!"

The robust rough men around all laughed aloud with him.

While the middle-aged man kept laughing, he said, "Big sister, I am already old! Who else could keep their immortal beauty like you?"

Ling Xiaoxiao sighed lightly, scanned the surroundings, suddenly asked, "Where's father?"

The middle-aged man gently replied, "Father is doing well, it's just... his legs and feet are inconvenient, let's not bring this up now."

After saying this, he respectfully asked, "Big sister, is the immortal elder present in the carriage?"

Song Yan slightly raised his hand, lifted the curtain, revealing his appearance.

The middle-aged man hurriedly bowed, "The Clan Leader of the Ling Camel Tribe, Ling Dang, greets the immortal elder!"

After speaking, he chuckled honestly, "This Dang signifies someone bold enough to act and take responsibility, not the small Ling Dang's Dang, haha."

Song Yan also chuckled, glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao who seemed inexplicably nervous, felt a stirring in his heart, and nodded, "Clan Leader Ling, don't stand on ceremony, since you've called Xiaoxiao your big sister, why not call me brother-in-law?"

Ling Dang was stunned for a moment, then rejoiced, "Brother-in-law!! Brother-in-law of the Purple Mansion Realm, how lucky is our Ling Camel Tribe, and how lucky am I, Ling Dang, to have such a brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law!!"

He kept calling enthusiastically.

The more he called out joyfully, the more delighted Ling Xiaoxiao beside him became, and the previous tension also disappeared.

Ling Xiaoxiao raised her head and said, "Clan Leader Ling, have you prepared my tribe's finest wine and delicacies to entertain me and your brother-in-law?"

Ling Dang thumped his chest, cheerfully boasting, "Of course! What you loved eating as a child, today is prepared without missing a thing!"

Then he looked at Song Yan honestly, "Brother-in-law, though it's no match for the immortals' cuisine, it carries the flavor of our prairie, the chef is the old master from our tribe, who had already washed his hands of cooking, but upon hearing of your arrival, has been preparing for seven days and nights."

Song Yan calmly said, "Clan Leader Ling, lead the way."

...

...

A moment later.

The carriage stopped at a dense tent area, surrounded by herds of cattle and sheep, with camels bearing loads heading off into the distance.

An elderly man with white hair and a shriveled body approached from afar, holding a bone-structured bell on his wrist, and a bone-made wine cup in both hands.

The wine in the cup swirled with amber luster under the sunlight.

Ling Xiaoxiao, upon seeing the elder, called out joyfully, "Father!"

The elder scanned Ling Xiaoxiao with old eyes, showing a benevolent expression, then continued to hold up the bone cup, arriving at the front of the carriage, tremblingly respectful, "Immortal elder, please drink this cup of amber wine."

Ling Xiaoxiao beside him said, "Senior Brother, being offered wine by elders is our tribe's etiquette to welcome esteemed guests."

Song Yan looked at the elder and was immediately amused.

Aha, it's a Purple Mansion Realm acting like an old man here, using disguise techniques to appear like this, actually being a middle-aged man.

Then looking at the wine, he slightly sniffed and was amused again.

Sure enough, this was poisoned wine, and it turned out to be a drink controlling puppets, with the medicine taste extremely faint, even a Purple Mansion Realm couldn't detect it.

He then looked at the bone cup held by the elder's hands.

Made of beast bone, nothing strange.

But the bone bell worn by the elder was somewhat peculiar.

After slightly identifying it, he instantly recognized it.

Human bone!

Throat bone!

Moreover, it was from a powerful cultivator!

This bone as a bell, seemingly ordinary, was likely a form of magical treasure.

If the real Wei Xian came here to be the tribe's offering, he wouldn't even have entered the tribe and drank the wine before falling under the elder's puppet control. This threat came without the slightest warning.

And if Song Yan were really of the Purple Mansion Realm, even detecting this crisis with Heaven-Reaching Wisdom, it would be extremely difficult to resolve, he would likely have already been drenched in cold sweat, thinking about how to deceive, followed by facing various dilemmas, only then possibly escaping alive. In the end, he might face endless pursuit, exploding with fury temporarily, cutting a bloody path in escape.

But... this was ultimately a plot targeting the small fry of the Purple Mansion Realm.

No wonder Song Yan liked "becoming the small fry"?

Even encountering schemes, they would only harm the small fry. For him, the plot wasn't dangerous at all, but rather provided informative intelligence, helping him better understand the current situation.

Song Yan stepped down from the carriage, seeing the elder lowering his head to hold the bone cup, he raised his hand to take it.

At the moment of contact, he felt another attention focused entirely on him.

The next moment, he received the wine cup, simultaneously pushing the Nine-Child Demon Mother Lock alongside the elder's finger, casually locking his Divine Soul, transforming him into his servant.

Then, he suddenly flicked another Nine-Child Demon Mother Lock covertly towards the person who had just been spying on him, in an instant... that person also became his servant.

The death trap faced by the little fry was resolved with such simple roughness.

After finishing this, Song Yan raised the cup to his lips.

Midway, he heard the elder's voice beside his ear.

"Wait!"

Song Yan looked at the elder.

The elder quickly bowed apologized, then turned around saying, "Serving you should be with a hundred-year old amber wine, this is ten-year old, I suppose the tribesmen made a mistake, I... I'll go switch it out."

Beside, Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned, "Father, Senior Brother doesn't care what wine you offer him! Oh, what's the matter with you?"

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