Beside the Nanwu Sword Sect...
The flying palanquin hung in the air.
One person, one palanquin, waiting silently.
Inside the palanquin, the young man leisurely stretched his body, letting every part of his body feel relaxed and joyful, occasionally grabbing the jug of fine wine beside him for a sip.
The wine jug was made entirely of Profound Jade, and the wine inside often exuded a faint cold mist, cold upon slling, icy down the throat, yet once in the stomach, it transford into a fierce blade churning through the five internal organs.
"My adoptive father was right; he drinks an ordinary tea, yet that tea isn’t ordinary.
But when I drink it, it’s just ordinary.
So... soone at my realm can only drink such a superior brew to truly appreciate its taste."
Song Yan chatted absentmindedly with Aunt Xi outside the palanquin while drinking.
Aunt Xi grinned and said, "There’s still good wine out there. Let’s find a chance to seize it."
Song Yan was startled and asked, "Why seize it? Are we... that kind of people?"
He let out a cold snort and said, "On this land, no matter what I take, it’s acknowledging him, giving him face.
If he doesn’t want this face, then I’ll teach him well, make him understand more principles, more right from wrong, to avoid suffering a great loss in the future."
Aunt Xi: ...
Her plump face couldn’t help but turn sideways, glancing at the young man behind the curtain.
Song Yan continued with a tone of sentint, "Ah, back in Ancient Jin, I heard of the fa of this beautiful young lady Yu, said to be the most beautiful woman in the land of Ancient Jin for a hundred years.
Not to lie to Aunt Xi, before sleeping, five out of ten days I think of her.
Wondering how beautiful her face is, how long her legs are, how large her bosom is.
Tsk tsk tsk, I didn’t expect to fulfill my wish today, dream co true, hahahaha."
Laughing heartily, the young man continued drinking, then fetched another jug of new wine, humming a tune as he did.
With a sidelong glance, he scanned the terrifying Purple Mansion Cultivator standing in mid-air outside the curtain.
Aunt Xi’s small pea-like eyes also rolled over to him, eting his glance, then softly said, "That young lady Yu has already entered the Pseudo-Mansion stage of the Purple Mansion. When the master gets intimate with her, it’s best to be careful... not to get hurt by her."
Song Yan naturally understood that "Pseudo-Mansion" referred to soone who used "Profound Heart" to initially ascend to the Purple Mansion, but couldn’t continue to stay in Profound Heart, instead had to use a vast amount of Crystal Jade to maintain the realm, leading to an extrely unstable realm, one careless move might even fall back to the Crimson Palace.
At this realm, the lifespan increased from the original 200 years of Crimson Palace to 1000 years of the Purple Mansion, but... they were completely unable to wield the power expected at the early stage of Purple Mansion.
Thus called... Pseudo-Mansion.
Song Yan uttered an "Mm," then said no more, instead intertwining his fingers and comfortably closing his eyes.
He was a bit puzzled.
This woman called Aunt Xi, what on earth was she plotting?
Although from the overall situation, this sche should not be the type to kill or undermine him, yet he found it quite abnormal.
Today, he had been acting so playfully. Not cultivating, thinking of finding a woman as soon as he gained power, and even wanting to have conflicts with other clans. Yet Aunt Xi wasn’t the least bit angry, not a bit disgusted, not a word of advice, acting as if he could do whatever he wanted.
Why?
There is no love or hate without reason in the world.
The more you give, the more you seek.
Yet now, although he had talent, he certainly hadn’t reached a level where such a strong person would follow orders so obediently.
After a mont of thought, Song Yan said, "Aunt Xi, I want her now, can’t wait another mont!"
Aunt Xi said nothing, only uttered a faint "Mm."
At the Nanwu Sword Sect, the young lady in the vermilion brocade robe lost focus for a mont, feeling as if a mountain was pressing down from high above.
The gale was pressing the earth to the brink of collapse, and then that terrifying humanoid beast stood before her.
Aunt Xi spoke in a deep voice, "Sect Leader Yu, a discourse in the palanquin."
Yu Xuanwei bit her silver teeth secretly, but then cupped her fists and said, "Senior, there is still the Ancient Race Alliance on this land, the alliance once promised ..."
Aunt Xi waved her hand, interrupting, "The ti has long passed, no one will care about such a trivial matter of yours. Being with my master is your fortune, don’t be ungrateful.
Now, I’ll give you two choices.
One, co up to the palanquin with .
Two, I’ll destroy the Sword Sect, then cripple you, and take you to the palanquin."
Yu Xuanwei was stunned, looking at the terrifying woman in front of her.
She had never seen such an arrogant and domineering person, even the Night King Ancient Race folks treated her with patience, never this kind of ruthless destruction.
Aunt Xi coldly said, "Calling you Sect Leader Yu is giving my master face. Don’t refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."
With that, her eyes flashed with ferocity, coldly scanning that Sword Sect behind her, which couldn’t be considered dilapidated, yet absolutely unfit for a sect, letting out a cold snort, "Do you really want to take action?"
Yu Xuanwei bit her lip, suddenly feeling perhaps that rogue from the Night King Ancient Race wasn’t so bad.
However, at this mont, she had no choice, so she respectfully bowed and said, "Junior is willing to co."
Aunt Xi said, "That’s more like it, serve the master well, otherwise... death!"
A mont later, a Sword Rainbow arrived in front of the flying palanquin. Before Yu Xuanwei could speak, the curtain was lifted, and a hand eagerly reached out to grab her wrist, pulling her swiftly into the palanquin with a cry of surprise from her.
Yu Xuanwei felt incredibly disgusted, her wrist tingling with goosebumps, and just then, a low hum suddenly ca from the distant sky.
"Coming to my Night King Ancient Race’s territory, seizing our won, my friend, do you not regard my Night King Ancient Race at all?"
The curtain lifted...
Yu Xuanwei saw dozens of figures rushing from the distant sky.
The leaders were a middle-aged man with white hair, his eyes wrapped in black cloth, clad in multicolored brocade, and a young man wrapped in black cloth.
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