Around the flying palanquin were sixty-four male and female cultivators escorting and paving the way.

Inside the palanquin, there was a graceful and beautiful female cultivator with her long dress slightly slipped, leaning elegantly against the wall, her body seeming boneless, moving like water.

The arrival of the clan leader of the Formless Ancient Race indeed needed a grand spectacle.

This spectacle was no less grand than that of a mortal emperor.

If he were secretly treasure hunting, no one would know, naturally, there wouldn't be such a display.

But Tang Xiaoxuan came with great fanfare.

When the cultivators arranged below came to pay respects to Song Yan, they only asked one question, "There is a female cultivator who admires the Upper Envoy, may she attend him in the palanquin?" Essentially, they were asking if he needed a woman.

Song Yan simply replied, "Okay."

Thus, at this moment, he lay comfortably in the palanquin, receiving the attentive service of the incredibly beautiful Refining Profound female cultivator before him.

Seize the day; bask in emotions and desires.

He... had long learned how to enjoy life.

Three days later, when the palanquin was about to land, Song Yan tossed some Ancient Race Contribution Points, quietly slipped a book of magic techniques suitable for the female cultivator, some Profound Jades, and an introduction letter to a major sect in the west to her.

He knew a small fellow at the Refining Profound Level couldn't keep the Ancient Race Contribution Points; they must be handed over to the sect, but the remaining three items counted as the female cultivator's fortune.

For those who brought him comfort, he was never stingy with rewards.

The female cultivator gave him a deep look, just about to express gratitude, but Song Yan had already left the palanquin, transforming into a rainbow light that descended onto the banquet.

He wouldn't remember the female cultivator's face, personality, preferences, nor would he understand her past, life, or plans.

For if he remembered and understood, feelings would arise.

Tang Xiaoxuan beckoned with a smile and he flew directly over, landing on the seat beside Tang Xiaoxuan.

Tang Xiaoxuan's gaze was deep and distant.

This clan leader was certainly no reckless person; once he endorsed Song Yan's words and decided to intervene, he would definitely execute it well.

The Snow Country appeared no different from usual, but in fact, a large number of cultivators had already infiltrated.

All these cultivators were people of Tang Xiaoxuan.

To deal with the Fire Worship Demon Sect, Tang Xiaoxuan didn't need to personally act, he just needed to lightly say "exterminate," and the Fire Worship Demon Sect would indeed face annihilation.

If he said it at night, then the disciples of the Fire Worship Demon Sect wouldn't be able to see the sunrise the next morning.

Arriving at the border of the Snow Country, Tang Xiaoxuan naturally began to seriously pay attention to the internal strife of the neighboring country.

The population of the Formless Ancient Race was limited. Fifteen countries, plus Gusha Mountain, were sufficient to sustain the entire Formless Ancient Race without the need for external expansion.

Yet, even so, Tang Xiaoxuan still seriously considered "whether he could take advantage to swallow the Night King Ancient Race."

The result was no.

Since it couldn't be annexed, he planned to be a mediator.

Because, by getting close enough and understanding enough, he began to realize that the internal strife within the Night King Ancient Race... was really suspicious.

The Ascetic Sect and the Hedonist Sect, how did they start fighting?

What is there to fight about?

Moreover, at such a time.

Therefore, he wanted to be the mediator.

He didn't know who was causing trouble, but he knew that as long as the internal strife of the Night King Ancient Race ended, the troublemaker would certainly be upset.

This idea aligned completely with Song Yan.

Song Yan also did not know what the Demon Monk intended, but he knew that as long as the Fire Worship Demon Sect was intimidated and their plan to sacrifice the Demon Infant couldn't proceed smoothly, the Demon Monk would definitely become anxious.

The internal strife of the Night King Ancient Race was the same logic.

Tang Xiaoxuan said, "I invited the clan leader and elder of the Night King Ancient Race; the clan leader is from the Ascetic Sect, and the elder is from the Hedonist Sect. These two haven't yet come to blows, but underneath them, people have clashed frequently with mixed results.

So they decided to hold an in-clan magical battle discussion assembly, each faction sending ten people, four Refining Profound, three Crimson Palace, two Purple Mansion, and the Divine Infant would be the clan leader and elder... with this, to prove right or wrong.

Isn't this typical foolish behavior?"

Song Yan said, "We have to make them realize someone is behind the scenes causing chaos. But we can't prove who that person is."

Tang Xiaoxuan said, "Then who do you think it is?"

Song Yan said, "It must be an existence that enchants the mind but leaves no traces."

Tang Xiaoxuan said, "Speaking of it, it resembles a Celestial Demon..."

Saying this, he moved his gaze, patted Song Yan's shoulder, and said, "No matter what, you are my Formless Race member. Whatever strength you have is foundational to the strength of our Formless Race.

The Night King Ancient Race is a rising ancient race, having not yet experienced real turmoil, naturally it doesn't have the deep foundation of our race.

We will not succumb to internal strife, so, you need not worry.

Everyone has secrets. If every clan member's secret needed to be dug up, this race wouldn't need external enemies to act, it would already perish by its own internal strife.

As a clan leader, tolerance is foremost.

In the future, you must remember this."

Tang Xiaoxuan's gaze was burning, his tone earnest.

Song Yan nodded thoughtfully, seemingly quite moved, but he would never say "it's the Demon Monk who took over the Insect King," he only said, "I don't know who it is, what it is, but it has my fortune... and I possess its fortune. I can sense it, and it can sense me."

Tang Xiaoxuan revealed a contemplative expression, suddenly said, "Since it can enchant, you... could be possibly enchanted?"

Song Yan shook his head.

Tang Xiaoxuan said calmly, "No matter, enchantment is ultimately a petty trick; once broken, it is a rootless tree.

Even though it forms a cause and effect, as long as both parties can calm down and investigate and ponder slightly, they can naturally understand.

With me here, the Night King Ancient Race can calm down."

His tone exuded strong confidence.

Song Yan, though not willing to elaborate on the Demon Monk, still said, "It's among the Bibla the Twin-headed Proud Insect Race."

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