Now, it was ti for him to attend the family gathering.
The gathering was held within the Ancestral Vein Secret Realm of the Formless Ancient Race.
When Song Yan arrived, he was three days early.
Upon entering the secret realm, he saw many elderly and middle-aged people gathered together, chatting away.
Song Yan quickly spotted a middle-aged man already dressed like an old farr.
He stepped forward briskly and saluted, "Foster Father."
Tang Xiaokong looked at him, without putting on the airs of a senior, and said, "Instead of focusing on cultivation, why co so early?"
Song Yan smiled and said, "Is it not because I missed you, Foster Father?"
After speaking, he slightly turned his head to look at the middle-aged woman beside Tang Xiaokong.
Tang Xiaokong smiled and introduced, "Fen, this is our son, Tang Han! Xiao Han, this is my Dao companion, Tang Yanfen."
"Foster Mother!"
Song Yan saluted again.
Tang Yanfen reached out into the void and pulled out a jade pendant, handing it over, saying, "This jade is called Soul-Soothing Jade. It wards off external evils and shelters from outside thoughts. If Xiao Han reaches the Purple Mansion one day, it will be handy when crossing the Soul Threshold."
Song Yan took the jade pendant, glanced at it, recognized it as a rare treasure capable of defending against causal attacks, and said, "Thank you, Foster Mother."
Tang Yanfen kindly asked, "Xiao Han, I heard that when you joined the clan, you were at the Seventh Layer of Refining Profound. Now fifty years have passed, how is your realm?"
Song Yan replied, "Reporting to Foster Mother, I have reached the Early Stage of Purple Mansion."
The previously noisy discussions among the clan mbers suddenly went quiet, with incredulity gradually showing in their eyes.
An elderly man stepped out from the crowd and asked, "Which Blood Cast Nine Palaces did you use?"
Song Yan was about to answer but was interrupted by a gentle voice.
"Co over here to ."
The voice, though gentle, carried a subtle air of authority.
Song Yan followed the voice to see a blue-robed Divine Maiden standing in the air not far away, her presence a perfect balance of elegance and charm.
Her face was cold as a snowy mountain, and her eyes were as misty as smoky clouds. The hem of her dress lightly brushed her ankles like water in a small pond, and the White Water Cloud Shoes beneath her feet made it seem as if she were stepping among ethereal clouds, exuding an indescribable otherworldly grace.
"Ningxin Ancestor!"
"Ningxin Ancestor!"
"Ningxin Ancestor!"
The clan mbers of the Formless Ancient Race quickly bowed their heads in salutation.
Song Yan knew the one who had arrived was a Divine Infant expert, so he hurriedly lowered his head and respectfully said, "Ningxin Ancestor."
The blue-robed Divine Maiden called by na, "Tang Han, co to ."
Song Yan stepped out from the crowd.
The blue-robed Divine Maiden beckoned with her hand, and Song Yan felt himself soaring into the air, landing beside her, then swiftly leaving the courtyard with her, arriving at a viewing pavilion halfway up the mountain.
Though the distance seed far, for anyone at least at the Crimson Palace level, it was just a brief glance and a few steps away, not far at all.
In the pavilion...
The blue-robed Divine Maiden opened her mouth but did not address him as "Xiao Han" or "Han’Er," simply saying, "Tang Han, how is your escape technique practice?"
Who was Song Yan?
He would never ignore a cue ant for him to play along.
So when Ningxin Ancestor asked, he imdiately understood, stood up, saluted, and pointed to an old peach tree three hundred zhang away, which held a juicy peach at the tip of a branch.
Song Yan asked, "Ancestor, are you thirsty?"
The blue-robed Divine Maiden nodded gently.
Song Yan said, "Then let get it for you, Ancestor."
With that, his body moved freely, disappearing and reappearing in the void in an instant.
One is the Mysterious Wind, Profound Qi allows for escape; borrowing the external for the escape; the other is Thought, with thought cos spontaneous escape; relying on the internal for the escape; one internal, one external. Combining these with the intention of Carefree and pushing further to the pinnacle, fast becos faster.
Though it is quick to speak, it is even quicker in action.
By the ti Song Yan finished saying "it is," a juicy peach was already in his hand.
The old peach tree on the distant cliff had one less peach, the branch rebounding upward, swaying lightly in mid-air.
The blue-robed Divine Maiden’s pupils contracted slightly, clearly recognizing the techniques Carefree Scripture and Thought Escape; as soone from the sa era as Feng Chengzi, she was familiar with the fa of these peerless skills.
Unfortunately, this path that Feng Chengzi took was not an easy one to follow, and few could emulate it, gradually losing its continuity.
Her charming eyes closed slightly; she did not take the peach but instead flipped her hand.
The void where it connected to her fair wrist imdiately manifested a bizarre deep red, as if her hand had torn through the void, touching the blood river of the other side.
Swoosh!!
A banner with a black background and red face appeared in her slender hand, writhing intensely, as if it did not enjoy being held by this hand.
The air was thick, with a pervasive bloody scent; strands of nearly solidified blood color twisted and thrashed about.
The blue-robed Divine Maiden raised her gaze to look at the young man in front of her.
Song Yan’s eyes revealed a look of joy.
If it was said that his previous Myriad Souls Banner was tempered with two hundred thousand souls, several Crimson Palace cultivators, and a Purple Mansion demon, then the souls within this banner were even more nurous, and the quality was higher still.
His strongest Profound Qi technique was One Step to Heaven, perford with gloves and a strong physique, but in terms of soul abilities, he had reached a barrier.
If he could possess this banner, then his Giant Soul Swallowing Technique could be used again, and he could further comprehend more advanced techniques.
Along with his escape techniques, he would beco an enhanced version of Feng Chengzi!
The blue-robed Divine Maiden saw the joy in the young man’s eyes and suddenly said, "If you can hold it, it’s yours," then released her five fingers, a flash of lightning crossing her dreamy eyes as she quickly looked over.
The Myriad Souls Banner imdiately turned into a streak of black and red blood light, shooting away, escaping dozens of zhang from the pavilion in an instant.
Song Yan stretched out his left hand, his five fingers slightly bent.
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