"Song Yan said, "You should wait to see Fanzi."
...
...
Over half a month later.
Ghost Slaughter Sect.
Celestial Prison.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
"The ancestor just returned. He said you're important to him. Xing'Er tried to save you, which is severe. So... naturally, we must kill her as a warning to others."
"Ancestor? Which ancestor? Zhang Han?"
"Presumptuous! You dare speak the ancestor's na?!"
"Heh... hahahaha... I want to see him." Tang Fan laughed angrily, looking at the indifferent demon cultivator outside the cage, he shouted sternly, "Otherwise, without lifting a finger, I can make your soul scatter!"
The demon cultivator said, "What do you want to do?"
Tang Fan said, "Even though my realm has fallen, and I can't escape. But if I don't want to live anymore, there are still ways to achieve that. Guess, if sothing happens to , will the ancestor you speak of skin you and draw your tendons?"
The demon cultivator was stunned, his expression changed several tis, clearly starting to panic.
Tang Fan looked at the dragged Xing'Er, said coldly, "Aren't you letting her go? Then... I want to see Zhang Han!"
The demon cultivator's eyes swiveled back and forth, hurriedly waving his hand.
Xing'Er was pushed back into the cage, stumbled to Tang Fan's side, silently shedding tears.
Tang Fan raised his hand, protecting her shoulder, said gently, "It's okay now, it's okay."
anwhile, the demon cultivator outside hurriedly left to report.
...
A mont later...
Filthy Tang Fan, his hands bound, entered a luxurious warm pavilion, where the fierce Profound Robe man sat prominently, legs splayed out, a charming young lady beside him, occasionally feeding him fruit.
Seemingly aware of his presence, the fierce Profound Robe man shifted his gaze, smiled and asked, "Little Tang, are you not used to the prison?"
Tang Fan said coldly, "Release Xing'Er."
Song Yan was silent.
Tang Fan said, "To you, Xing'Er is rely a dispensable minor figure, you should release her."
Song Yan raised his hand, gesturing, "Co forward."
Tang Fan grunted coldly but complied, stepping forward.
Once standing before Song Yan, Song Yan shook his legs, arching his plump, soft rear.
Yun Xiang and Yan Rong understood, giggled and stood up, gave Song Yan a slight bow, then retreated.
Song Yan looked at Tang Fan, Feng Chengzi was also looking.
Song Yan asked silently, "Elder, have you seen clearly?"
Feng Chengzi nodded, then said, "If you break your oath or raise your prices. No matter if you kill Little Fan or even his descendants, I will never frown, nor waste more words with you."
Song Yan said, "Naturally," then looked at Tang Fan, brushed the dust off his clothes, said, "Xing'Er is just a demoness, how much do you know of her? How do you know she's not out to harm you?"
Tang Fan said, "There are things you wouldn't understand."
Song Yan quietly watched him.
Tang Fan t his gaze without flinching.
For a mont, Song Yan hesitated, his intended mocking words unsaid.
He stood up, patted Tang Fan on the shoulder, said, "Then marry her.
You will accompany to the Soul Threshold of the Pack King, and this journey, who knows if you can return.
Among the three unfilial acts, having no heir is the greatest.
Leave behind offspring, I will have Wu Fangtian treat them as his own and train them well."
Tang Fan was stunned.
Song Yan said, "If you don't agree, I'll have Xing'Er killed, anyway... she's not of much value."
Tang Fan was silent for a long ti, amidst the sighs of ancient Faceless Mask, Feng Chengzi, resolutely said, "I agree, but... I still need to ask Xing'Er, if she agrees, then it's okay."
Song Yan said, "Alright, as you wish."
Tang Fan deeply bowed, simply said, "Thank you."
With that, he turned and left, back straight.
"Foolish! Utterly foolish!" Feng Chengzi roared angrily, at first thinking Tang Fan's performance was an act, but astonishingly... he nailed the essence with perfection!
Song Yan said, "He's a good youth, I'm beginning to like him."
...
Seven days later.
Auspicious day.
The yin-filled Ghost Slaughter Sect rarely embraced festivity.
Red ribbons danced, "Double Happiness" pasted, amidst firecrackers, fireworks surged to the sky like springs, their colorful hues illuminating, warming the early spring night.
Xing'Er, clad in red makeup, was breathtaking.
Tang Fan, however, was in this evil cult's stronghold raising his glass, mingling with others, drinking heavily, recklessly.
He drank until tears fell, yet continued drinking.
He was drunk.
Drunk, he knew nothing.
Suddenly, Xing'Er felt moved, quietly stepped behind a fake mountain, saw Song Yan gazing at the moon, said coquettishly, "Ancestor, he's drunk, should Xing'Er attend to you?"
Song Yan looked at her coldly, said, "If you betray him, I will not spare you."
Xing'Er was startled, frightened, repeatedly said "Yes," then returned to the banquet, stood elegantly, silently awaited the night's end.
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