Just...

"Master, do you need those people captured alive?"

Song Yan said, "Absolutely not, kill them as you see fit, and don't worry about the Formless Ancient Race finding out. In fact... if they end up offending the Formless Ancient Race, all the better."

Immortal Mother Xing said, "Understood."

Song Yan suddenly raised his hand, reaching forward lightly.

Immortal Mother Xing was momentarily stunned, but then she straightened her delicate figure proudly.

However, as that hand was about to touch her chest, it slid to the side, grabbing the silk fabric on both sides to cover up the snow-white curves.

"Aunt Xing, you are a senior; wear more clothes in the future. What kind of propriety is this?"

"Yes..."

"Moreover, the one who comes to capture you might not be just an Early Stage of Purple Mansion, but someone stronger.

For this, we might need to borrow the power of the Formless Ancient Race."

Song Yan gave a thoughtful look, tidied Immortal Mother Xing's disheveled hair, and said in a deep voice, "You being attacked, this matter is obviously unrelated to me."

"Naturally unrelated to the Master."

"Do not disappoint me."

Immortal Mother Xing stiffened and said, "I will certainly not disappoint Master. If... if by any chance, I fail, I will immediately seek death and not reveal a bit about Master."

Song Yan softly said, "Aunt Xing, be careful."

Immortal Mother Xing nodded.

However, her little head was full of confusion.

How could the Master be so sure that mysterious cultivators would come after her?

Who are those cultivators anyway?

...

...

Ancient Jin, Southern Land...

The dense buzzing formed a roar like a massive tsunami; it was the sound of countless insects flapping their wings.

The sky was covered with shadows, and sunlight could not penetrate a bit.

The cultivator checkpoint where the Ancient Teleportation Array was located had been blood-washed, corpses of cultivators dropped to the ground, with strange black dots wriggling on them.

Look closely!

Not only the cultivators' corpses, but even the Profound Treasures were no exception.

And they were shrinking at a visibly fast pace.

They were being gnawed by the insects.

Those black dots were the insects.

These insects covered the sky, banding together, appearing like pitch-black tornadoes across heaven and earth.

And at the center of the tornado stood a masked stranger in a red robe.

The stranger looked coldly at the Purple Mansion Cultivator struggling within the light shield filled with the Power of Thought not far away.

That Purple Mansion Cultivator was the stationed guard here, previously referred to as Mr. Wang by Tang Yi.

Mr. Wang was usually elegant, but now his face was ferocious, and his eyes were full of despair.

"Insect King! You come here personally to attack this array; are you trying to incite war?!!"

The usual frictions hardly count as war.

True war is when both sides continuously send cultivators to the battlefield, and High Tier cultivators fall like rain.

Clearly, no country wishes for such a war to break out.

Unless..."It's worth more than it costs."

The masked stranger in the red robe looked at the Purple Mansion Cultivator inside the light shield, speaking in a bizarre voice, "Five months and eleven days ago at the hour of Chen, a group of people used the Ancient Teleportation Array here. I want all the information on them."

Mr. Wang said, "Just some people from the Ancient Race and some cultivators selected by the Hidden Dragon Association. Why do you want this?"

The Insect King said, "I only need the information of those who used this Ancient Teleportation Array at the hour of Chen on that day!"

Mr. Wang was not of the Ancient Race, so naturally, he understood that this Mountain and Sea Race demon was looking to cause trouble for the Ancient Country.

If he disclosed it now and brought some unnecessary losses to the Ancient Country, he would be unable to face the Ancient Race.

What method should he use?

Just as he was thinking, suddenly, he heard a terrifying scream.

The pitch-black whirlwind formed by countless insects violently corroded the light shield formed by his Power of Thought.

Amidst the roaring red robe, a hand tightly clasped his forehead.

The black insects swirled, obscuring all detection, and that strange hand began to manifest mysterious variegation.

Those variegations seemed like shackles, piercing into Mr. Wang's glabella instantly.

"Chang? Wang? Tiger Blood?"

"Insect King, you even have Changwang Tiger Blood?"

Mr. Wang seemed to see a world of terror, an unimaginable disbelief.

Soon, a Divine Soul was dragged out of his body.

The Insect King's glabella opened, revealing five rotating Dark Gold Evil Pearls inside.

Those beads separated, equidistant, rotating slowly, covered in famined ghosts.

And as this Divine Soul entered among them, it was also thrown into the array of famined ghosts, beginning to slowly honestly disclose everything it wanted to know to the Insect King.

In a moment, the list of sixteen names appeared in the Insect King's hand.

Yet it looked at the Ancient Teleportation Array before it but dared not enter it personally.

After a long silence, it decided to find some Loose Cultivators to infiltrate separately and investigate them one by one.

...

...

A few days later...

Morning light penetrated the gray clouds, falling upon the nearby waking mortal towns.

The sky suddenly had a Flying Palanquin gliding over, making everyone instinctively look up and then return to their daily routines.

The Flying Palanquin stopped at the entrance of the Formless Ancient Race's Ancestral Vein Secret Realm.

"Aunt Xing, this is where I leave you."

"Xiaohan, I'll be off then. Take care of yourself."

"You too, Aunt Xing."

The young man waved, his expression warmer than the sunlight at that moment.

After the Flying Palanquin departed, he took out his Identity Token.

The secret realm rippled, and the young man's figure disappeared into it, appearing before an ancient garden.

...

A moment later...

"Boy, finally willing to come back?"

The squeaky rocking chair echoed with Tang Xiaokong's voice.

He always lay comfortably in one position.

And the entire garden of the Formless Ancient Race was built in a way that was habitable and in harmony with nature.

Not luxurious, not ostentatious, but at first glance, you would know: living here would surely be comfortable.

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