Song Yan laughed and said, "Cheers!"

The two of them drank large gulps of wine and ate large chunks of meat, occasionally bragging with phrases like, "Back in the day, when I was just a mortal, I could down three jars of strong liquor by myself."

After finishing two jars, Song Yan took out two more and continued drinking.

In the blink of an eye, two jars turned into four, and four into eight, with the two drinking more and more.

Tang Fan let out a comfortable burp, his head tilted, and he fell over to the side.

Song Yan put down the wine jar and looked at the young man who had fallen to the ground.

Over the years, he hadn't been without progress in the study of herbal medicine. At the very least, he managed to recreate a unique drug called "True Fans" by mimicking the pharmacology of "Fanatic Fans" and utilizing the pharmaceutical experience left by Kuye Swordmaster.

This drug had no other effect than making people speak the truth, and it was a sure hit for cultivators below the Crimson Palace Realm. If paired with wine brewed from Profound Flower Grass, the effect would be even better.

However, the opportunities to use "True Fans" were exceedingly rare.

But today, he used it on Tang Fan.

Initially, it had no effect.

But firstly, Tang Fan's realm had dropped to the Ninth Layer of Refining Profound due to the "Blood-Binding Rope," and secondly, he genuinely enjoyed drinking today and drank a lot. Because he was swept up in the atmosphere, because he knew... if an old monster at the Purple Mansion wanted to kill him, it wouldn't take so much effort.

So, he let his guard down.

Song Yan sat beside Tang Fan and said, "You can't beat Aunt Fourteen."

Tang Fan smacked his lips and said, "How could I not beat her? What is she? What am I? How could I not beat her?"

Song Yan said, "Bragging."

Tang Fan patted his chest drunkenly and said, "You don't understand this, it's called Innate Inheritance Secret Technique, something you're born with from the womb. My mother said I actually belong to a vast race called the Ancient Race.

But I absolutely can't let anyone find out because there are far too many people and demons in this world who want to kill the Ancient Race.

Great Chu is not the domain of the Ancient Race and cannot offer protection. If I were to leak this, I'd be undoubtedly doomed.

Hey, Sister Meng, don't tell anyone, okay?

I... hehehe... only told you."

Song Yan: ...

He continued, "What Innate Inheritance Secret Technique?"

Tang Fan said, "My mother said there are many within the Ancient Race.

Unlike the demons' innate Demon Blood, everyone in the Ancient Race possesses an Innate Secret Technique, imprinted on the soul.

Each Ancient Race has a different secret technique.

And my clan, my mother said it's called the Formless Race.

Hehe, any magic used in front of me, I can imitate to some extent, and incorporate my clan's unique secret technique power for counteraction.

This is called 'When the devil is a foot higher, the Dao is a yard higher. Turn their path onto them.'

That day, when Aunt Fourteen transformed into a hundred-zhang Demon Shadow, I imitated her magic, transformed into several dozen zhangs myself, and with my clan's secret technique, my whole body shone with a golden light. A single sword slash took it by surprise. If it weren't for that dog of an Elder Demon Zhang, I'd have taken her down long ago.

Elder Demon Zhang wanted to learn my secret technique, but I can only use it, not explain it, so how could I possibly teach it to him."

He mumbled and then let out another drunken burp.

Song Yan continued asking questions.

Tang Fan was responsive to every query.

As the questions went on, he fell silent, instead leaving only heavy snoring.

Song Yan sat cross-legged, his expression solemn.

The Ancient Race?

The Formless Race?

Turn their path onto them?

Innate Secret Technique?

The waters of this world run indeed very deep.

...

The following day, at dawn.

Tang Fan awoke, and after some effort to recall, remembered the events of the previous night.

He looked at Song Yan in shock, suddenly shouting and cursing like a damsel taken advantage of after drinking, "Elder Demon Zhang, do you have any shame? Do you have any bit of shame at all? Using such underhanded tactics!"

"You've already reached the Purple Mansion Realm, yet you still use such despicable and shameless methods?"

"Shameless!"

"Utterly shameless!"

Song Yan glared at him and said, "Making a fuss again?"

Tang Fan looked at him with resentment, whimpering, "You... bully people... you bully people... this isn't right.

We were just drinking, it clearly seemed you were so straightforward, I can tell real straightforwardness from fake, clearly... clearly..."

Song Yan interrupted, "Next time, be more cautious. I won't randomly spill your secrets."

With that, he looked at the dawn floating over the broken clouds and said, "Let's go, keep moving."

...

In a blink, several days had passed.

The stars were like water.

The two of them rested again by the campfire.

Tang Fan mocked coldly, "You're at least a Purple Mansion Realm powerhouse, what? Can't even have a proper flying vehicle? Every day it's fly, fly, fly!"

Song Yanqi asked curiously, "Are you perhaps disguising as a man?"

Tang Fan: ...

The young man snorted and said nothing, folding his arms and leaning against an old tree to sleep.

Since that day when Song Yan got him drunk and he accidentally spilled his secret, he had been speaking like this.

Song Yan didn't bother with him either.

Everything that needed to be asked was asked that day, unless the kid was acting, his secrets had basically all been exposed.

What Tang Fan relied on to resist the Fox and Wolf Races was entirely the "Innate Inheritance Secret Technique of the Formless Ancient Race."

That kind of secret technique, just thinking about it a bit made Song Yan realize how terrifying it was.

For ordinary techniques, the Formless Ancient Race would learn instantly just by mimicking once.

For the more complex ones, a few repetitions would suffice.

But as for bloodline secret techniques, they require the opponent to release it first, which provides at least a bit of limitation.

Otherwise, Song Yan could hardly imagine.

At this moment, he continued reading the book "Array Dao True Understanding."

He glanced at the status panel:

[Name: Song Yan]

[Lifespan: 39/15812]

[Realm: Early Stage of Purple Mansion]

[Cultivation Technique: Array Dao True Understanding]

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