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.


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