"Ancestor~~"

It seemed as if she sensed his movement, the red-clad demoness opened her eyes and looked at him coquettishly, even though his face was full of vicious and ferocious sword scars at the moment, the red-clad demoness still looked at him with the same expression as her first love, affectionate, like autumn water.

Song Yan asked, "What's your name?"

The red-clad demoness showed surprise and said coquettishly, "Slave Yun Xiang."

On the other side, the white-clad demoness also woke up and said charmingly, "Ancestor, you're so bad, you didn't even ask my name."

Song Yan said, "Then what is your name?"

The white-clad demoness said, "Slave Yan Rong."

Song Yan suddenly pulled the quilt, indistinguishable who was who, and turned over to pounce on one of the demonesses.

The quilt turned into waves and suddenly started moving.

In an instant, rocks pierced the sky, raging waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were raised.

After a long while, the bed calmed down.

The curtains lifted, and a strong man walked down, wrapped himself in the Profound Robe, walked to the door of the room, turned around and said blandly, "Tomorrow you go find Wu Fangtian to retrieve a treasure you want from the sect, or a cultivation technique. Whatever it is, just say I said so. If he uses eyes to threaten you and don't dare to get good things, tell me."

After speaking, he added, "Repeat my original words."

The two demonesses, even though they had no strength, were still overjoyed and sweetly said in unison, "Thank you, Ancestor."

Song Yan opened the door and stepped out.

He quite enjoyed this environment, feeling a sense of "seize the pleasure of the moment, let not tomorrow's worries" just like every desperado licking blood off a blade.

Now, anyone who got involved with him wouldn't end too well. So, for those who had brought him joy, he would always give a bit of help.

And for those he truly appreciated, cared slightly, he would secretly protect while proactively staying away, avoiding, even making them forget about him.

He couldn't be a good person, so he didn't need good people around him. Like bad women such as Lord Li's concubine, or the scheming demonesses before him were the right women for him.

Good women, he would not harm, not covet.

If he met Junior Sister An Li once again, he probably couldn't make a move because back then he actually wanted to leave with Junior Sister An Li through the Ancient Teleportation Array, he was thinking of staying together with Junior Sister An Li for long.

But now, he understood, he accepted fate.

Song Yan arrived at the core treasure trove of the Ghost Slaughter Sect.

This treasure trove, as the Great Chu South Demon Cultivator Alliance, already had many treasures put into it, including the Blank Array Plate.

Song Yan picked through and surprisingly found a Soul Gold Stone, so he took it, and also took the corresponding Array Pattern Pen, entered the secret room, and started drawing "Little Heavenly Dao Texts - Introduction."

Even making the Array Plate, even when he did it personally, couldn't be completed without a month or two.

So, he needed to stay in this secret room for a while.

As for Tang Fan, who was imprisoned in the Celestial Prison, he didn't let him idle, instead arranged some beneficial and healthy activities for him so Little Tang won't feel bored.

This targeting was known through chatting after the other party got drunk that night.

Hope Little Tang could enjoy it.

...

...

A little over half a month later...

"Injustice has a head, debt has a master, it has nothing to do with Xing'Er, let her go!!"

Tang Fan's delicate face was full of anger, his brows furrowed, and his eyes full of flames.

He struggled desperately, but the new shackles were the Ghost Slaughter Sect's specially made shackles, once attached at the Refining Profound Level, power would be mostly suppressed.

These shackles made Tang Fan's power fall again from the "Ninth Layer of Refining Profound" to the "Fourth Layer of Refining Profound."

Not far from him, a green-clad female cultivator raised her hand to block him.

That female cultivator's tear-filled eyes were evidently the Xing'Er Tang Fan mentioned.

A group of demon cultivators surrounded the two.

A leading demon cultivator sneered, "You are the prisoner that the Ancestor instructed us to guard over strictly. But Xing'Er, as one of our Ghost Slaughter Sect, actually helped you escape.

Hehe... We can't touch you because you're the Ancestor's person. But we can't touch Xing'Er?"

Speaking, this demon cultivator stepped forward.

Xing'Er used a Profound Artifact, but was slapped away by the demon cultivator.

The demon cultivator stepped down in two steps, instantly arrived in front of Xing'Er, raised his hand firmly gripping the neck of this green-clad young lady, and said coldly, "Oh, does this little floozy have feelings too?"

Xing'Er said, "You don't understand."

The demon cultivator said, "Fine, even if I don't understand. But letting this boy go means wanting us all to die! So... don't blame me for this."

His face gradually turned hideous, fingers tightening around that white neck, seemingly the next moment it would vanish like smoke.

Xing'Er looked grievously at Tang Fan, her lips moving slightly.

Although unable to make a sound, Tang Fan could distinctly discern she was saying three words - I'm sorry.

Tang Fan was dumbfounded.

What's she apologizing for now?

Was she sorry she couldn't bring him to escape?

Laughably, he had always regarded such a woman as a demoness, coldly mocking, completely distrustful, yet the opponent still really did it.

Watching as those fingers quickly tightened, just as Xing'Er was about to die completely, Tang Fan roared, "Stop!"

The demon cultivator said indifferently, "You're not allowed to escape anymore."

Tang Fan said, "Don't escape, absolutely not!"

The demon cultivator snorted coldly, let go, tossed Xing'Er aside with a "plop" as if throwing away trash, then sinisterly smiled, "Since you like this boy so much, why not join him in the Celestial Prison."

Xing'Er coughed heavily.

Tang Fan moved closer, grabbing her hand, asked, "Are you alright?"

Xing'Er shook her head with a pale face, "I'm sorry, I..."

Tang Fan nearly jumped up in anger.

"Sorry for what? Don't be so foolish next time!"

His status was humble, he came from a difficult journey, later mixed into the Thousand Crane Sect, and was always cared for by Fang Qingmeng. To not expose his "Formless Race" identity, he didn't dare reveal too much power, so... even within the sect, he was always an ordinary young man with average talent. Coupled with his circles being incompatible with those cultivating Profound disciples, he had no friends.

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