She softly said, "I will exhaust all my efforts, considering everything for my master."

Song Yan beckoned again.

The Immortal Mother Xing quickly stood up, drew back her grand yet conservative dark gown, and, as if partaking in some sacred "blood pact," gracefully seated herself atop the young man.

Nervously and shyly, she adjusted her posture, settled into position, and then began this "mutually beneficial union."

The night deepened.

A very deep night had already passed the third watch.

For a long time...

The winter moon hung high, with frost and snow radiating a pure white glow.

The Immortal Mother Xing attentively tidied up Song Yan, then donned her luxurious and dignified gown, ensuring not a hint of her snowy skin was exposed.

After all, she was the mother of a member of the Formless Ancient Race, and even when she descended to the Mortal World, her status was far above the Queen of the Country; thus, no mortal or common cultivator could envision her allure.

When she haughtily lifted her face, she resembled an iceberg, unapproachable. Should anyone dare speak words of desecration to her, she would furrow her brows and glare like a pure maiden, angrily rebuking "bold," and then ensure they paid the "painful price for insulting the Immortal Mother."

She had become the Immortal Mother, not a Demoness.

If anyone wished to see her demoness side, they would first have to break through her Immortal Mother facade.

And undoubtedly, the old monster before her could easily do so.

Even though this old monster now appeared only at the Refining Profound Realm, she did not underestimate him.

At this moment, the Immortal Mother Xing, while tidying her skirt, softly asked, "Master, how should I assist you?"

At this moment, she was not only controlled by the "Blood Slave Ancient Talisman," but her "heart" had also been entrusted to Song Yan. As long as Song Yan did not betray the "pact," this heart's allegiance would remain quite stable.

Song Yan said, "Tell me in detail about the Hidden Dragon Association. You should not only be selecting talents from ordinary disciples, but also from the Crimson Palace Elders, right?"

The Immortal Mother Xing nodded and then began to speak smoothly.

A moment later, Song Yan roughly understood.

For the ordinary disciples, it involved selecting talents by regularly observing their martial prowess.

Those chosen may not necessarily be the victors, but their age, cultivation time, talent, and other factors are comprehensively considered...

But for the Crimson Palace Elders, the Ancient Race especially values the assessment of "Divine Soul orientation." If a Crimson Palace Elder has something special in their Divine Soul, they may be noticed.

As for the investigation method, it involves a "Divine Jade Scroll."

Holding that Divine Jade Scroll greatly stimulates the power within the Divine Soul, allowing the ancient race members to easily discern the strengths and weaknesses therein.

Song Yan earnestly inquired and then quickly contemplated.

The Immortal Mother Xing softly said at his side, "If the master has thoughts, feel free to share them with me. Over the years, I didn't live in vain, for I have also grasped some means."

Song Yan said, "The less harmony between you and me on this matter, the fewer flaws there will be. Once your blood slave matter is exposed for me, neither you, I, nor Yi'Er will escape a tragic end. Let me think..."

Upon hearing this, the Immortal Mother Xing suddenly stopped inquiring.

Upon becoming the Immortal Mother, she had learned about major matters concerning the Mountain and Sea Demon Country's magic, and she vaguely guessed that both Zhang Han the Ancestor and Tang Fan must have fallen within the "Chong King Soul Threshold."

And the matter of the "Chong King Soul Threshold" had caused a major upheaval in the Mountain and Sea Demon Country, bringing much power restructuring.

Such levels of strategic slaughter had long exceeded her imagination.

Although she was conceited and considered her means quite capable, she never thought she could be compared to the master before her—the one who crawled out from the center of a storm of blood and conspiracy.

At this moment, Song Yan slightly closed his eyes.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind.

If he were to escape to the Northern Land via the Ancient Teleportation Array, he could now have "Xing'Er claim discomfort, run straight to the Ancient Teleportation Array, and quickly transport to the north" with him.

But then what?

Anyone with a mind would check and know that the cultivator Xing Immortal Mother took away was named Song Han.

Why did the Immortal Mother Xing take him away?

This point would arouse great curiosity among the powerful beings, and he would have no place to hide.

The Demon Monk would not even need to wonder but would directly conclude that Song Han was Song Yan. In this way, both he, Xing'Er, and Tang Yi would become living targets.

The most direct path actually holds endless repercussions.

All other methods also come with significant risks and numerous traces.

Song Yan contemplated for a moment, his mind suddenly fixed, and he said, "The Immortal Mother need do nothing.

Just inform me in advance of the testing locations and times for the Divine Jade Scroll, and the inspection order of each sect.

Afterward... the Immortal Mother will naturally see me again."

Hearing her master's respectful address, the Immortal Mother Xing immediately beamed, blooming like a flower. She nestled in Song Yan's arms like a tiny bird, softly saying, "Xing'Er will henceforth be the master's woman."

She nestled in the young man's arms like a maiden, pondering that once they had crossed the Ancient Teleportation Array, she would immediately order all her courtiers to be slain.

Afterward... she could confidently proclaim, "The master is the second man in her life, also the most important one."

...

...

Several days later...

Winter snow gently danced, pure and crystalline.

Song Yan raised his hand to catch one, watching as the snowflake slowly melted in his palm.

The cold chill turned into a drop of warm water by the temperature of his palm.

The young man smiled slightly, withdrew his gaze, and then drew a yellow-skinned wine gourd from the void, tipping back to drink.

For some reason, since emerging from the Sea of Suffering, he had truly fallen in love with drinking.

He felt as if he were a floating leaf on water, a piece of wind-blown dandelion fluff, a rootless wanderer...

And the best companion for a wanderer was, of course, wine.

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