Cultivation through Skin Making

Clan Ancestor Ningxin felt the naturally resting hand on her shoulder and said blandly, "What I have spoken earlier, you already know and have promised, yet why aren't you letting go?"

Song Yan scanned the garden below the Secret Realm, noticing many members of the Formless Ancient Race arriving one after another. With their skills, observing Song Yan and Clan Ancestor Ningxin's closeness from afar was as clear as seeing it up close.

He asked, "Etiquette?"

Clan Ancestor Ningxin raised her hand and lightly dusted off Song Yan's fingertips.

Song Yan released his grip.

Clan Ancestor Ningxin said blandly, "Of course, it's etiquette. What I spoke of, only you, the clan leader, and I know of, the juniors do not. If you are so close to me, what will the juniors think?

It would defy ethics, and a clan without ethics is no clan. This brings no benefit to the Formless Ancient Race, so... hereafter, do not be impudent before outsiders."

Song Yan stood up, said "Understood," and was about to leave when a detached, high-ranking voice of the ancestor came from behind.

"Stay by my side."

Song Yan said no more, sat across from her again, raised a hand to fetch Spirit Tea, and began brewing tea for Clan Ancestor Ningxin.

Clan Ancestor Ningxin glanced at him and explained, "These little ones seek Dao partners to continue the bloodline for our ancient race; there's no need for you to waste time playing childish games with them."

Song Yan laughed, "Is the ancestor planning to continue the bloodline for me personally?"

Clan Ancestor Ningxin was momentarily stunned, then said blandly, "I remember that Ancestor Yanzhang casually set a five-hundred-year pact with you.

Five hundred years is truly arduous from Refining Profound to Divine Infant.

But if you can succeed within five hundred years, then it's no harm for me to continue the bloodline for you."

Song Yan glanced at the Divine Maiden in green.

Sensuous, aloof.

The innate enchanting aura of a higher-being's form made it irresistibly intoxicating for a subordinate, causing them to lose their senses.

Especially after the words "I'll continue the bloodline for you" were uttered, it further made one's heart race, only thinking of striving desperately to fulfill her demand, then merge into one with that alluring body.

If it were an ordinary cultivator facing this aura, they would henceforth be lovesick, unable to focus on cultivation, until they perish from longing.

Even Song Yan couldn't help his heart racing inexplicably at that moment, it beat so fast... that not only did desire surge up, he also became extremely vigilant.

He wasn't wary of Clan Ancestor Ningxin because she genuinely regarded him as Feng Chengzi, who had escaped death and taken over a remnant.

He was wary of Ningxin's attitude.

As the entity closest to Yin Yang Profound Dragon, said to be the embryonic manifestation of the Ancestral Vein Secret Realm, was Ningxin's complete devotion to the Formless Ancient Race truly her own will?

If so, how could she consider birthing offspring for a junior just to make the Formless Ancient Race more powerful?

Song Yan considered it from her perspective and thought Clan Ancestor Ningxin's actions were wholly a "sacrifice of self for the family."

At this moment, he wouldn't deny his blatant desire for this powerful woman, yet he also began pondering.

The Profound Tea in his hand emitted a frosty breath. One cup done brewing, he lifted it to Clan Ancestor Ningxin.

The Divine Maiden in green lightly took it, only took a polite sip, then set it aside, raising her snowy neck, crossing her legs, disregarding the invasive gaze of the junior before her.

Her slightly released aura was something juniors simply couldn't withstand.

Yin and yang pursuing each other is a rule of heaven and earth. When a higher level of yin appears, the lower level of yang can't help developing admiration, let alone... when this yin utters words like "willing to continue the bloodline," the power is imaginable.

The young one before her hadn't immediately rushed forward, fawning and making grand vows, already speaks of decent temperament.

Song Yan brewed a cup for himself again, drinking it quietly.

The tea was cool, dousing the blazing emotions, he did not hold back.

This is the true self, this is true emotion; why suppress it?

If one treats emotions as thieves, sneaking, timidly scared, why not throw away all cause and effect, reincarnate directly, and why bother cultivating Profound?

...

...

"Brother Xiongjia, you've been training outside frequently in recent years, rarely returning. Are you aware of the situation within the clan..."

"No need to say more, I've already learned that there's another prodigy in the clan. This is a good thing. How can a single blossom compare to a garden full of spring?"

After finishing, the man smiled faintly, showing no "a mountain cannot contain two tigers" intent.

He was the genius of this generation, Tang Xiongjia.

At merely two hundred years, he had already settled firmly in the Purple Mansion Middle Stage. His return for the family gathering was precisely to seek the family Purple Mansion Secret Technique - 'Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake.'

As he spoke, he stepped into the Ancestral Vein Secret Realm, bowed to the crowd, and then looked around, searching for the prodigy said to exceed even his talent.

But what he saw were either familiar faces or juniors until... he unintentionally looked up and saw the ancient pavilion halfway up the mountain.

Inside the ancient pavilion, the Divine Maiden in green gazed down for a moment.

Tang Xiongjia hurriedly lowered his head, raised his fist, and saluted from afar.

Yet this unintentional look caused him to notice a youth seated beside the Divine Maiden in green.

He urgently turned his head and looked toward Tang Xiaokong, moved closer and asked, "Third Uncle..."

Before he could finish, Tang Xiaokong said, "Xiongjia, the one you're looking for is the one you just saw."

Tang Xiongjia: ???

He was stunned on the spot, greatly shocked.

Purple Mansion Divine Infant, the gulf between was like a chasm in the sky, a breakthrough more challenging than advancing from Crimson Palace to Purple Mansion. How could that Ancestor, the Clan Ancestor, possibly have a junior by her side?

Is she planning to personally guide him?