Thus... taking advantage of this opportunity, he wanted to test An Li’s temperament and capability, to see if she was ready to proceed forward.
After all these years, although An Li has been training outside, with his statement "If something happens to An Li, then something happens to me" protecting her, An Li was certainly well sheltered like a flower in a greenhouse. She might have witnessed cruelty and villainy and experienced deceit, but she has definitely not been in an actual chaotic scene...
This journey to the Ancient Tomb of the Lu Kingdom, Song Yan had a premonition it wouldn’t be easy.
Because the mysterious pearl that could increase a cultivator’s comprehension by dozens of times was unprecedented!
Where did this pearl come from?
And how many are there?
Why did it emerge at this moment?
No matter the questions, any cultivator who obtained these pearls would surely see a rapid advancement in overall power.
And because this item could yield great achievements, and is extremely sensitive and important, Old Ancestor Ningxin entrusted this matter to him to execute, allowing him to establish authority, make accomplishments, and then naturally rise in rank.
He enjoyed maneuvering quietly, but was not opposed to rising in rank.
Rising in rank often meant you could access the most premium information available to the race, manage the largest scenarios that the race could manage, and legitimately enjoy others’ opportunities and share great fate without anyone coveting you. Unlike a nameless person who, should they obtain a treasure, would be chased to death.
Song Yan put down the communication stone, thought for a moment, then pulled out a token, and began to arrange some affairs.
In warfare, speed is crucial; he did not mobilize the sect’s power, but the Mortal Country of the West Extremity Ancient Country would first annex the Lu Kingdom, marking the tomb as the Formless Ancient Race’s tomb instead of an unowned ancient tomb.
With just a few words, the arrangement he made would be executed secretly as if it were a divine decree handed down to a Sovereign of a great country, and then thousands of troops would move accordingly.
Having done these, he walked out of the dwelling, stepped into the rain, looked up to feel the downpour, lifted his hands, and swarms of black shadows flew out from his arms.
These were hundreds of flying demon beasts adept at stealth.
Each bore Song Yan’s attached aura.
...
...
Half a month later.
On the clearing before the Ancestral Vein Secret Realm.
Due to the celestial tribulation, this place had long since become barren, and the tamed flying demon beasts lowered their heads to pull the chariot, quietly waiting.
Tang Yi hurried forward upon seeing Song Yan and began a simple report.
He was the one responsible for handling things publicly; if there were major matters within the clan, he naturally needed to accompany and collaborate to facilitate the arrangements.
Originally, upon knowing that Tang Han was actually Song Yan, Tang Yi was completely stunned, because in his eyes "Song Yan has always been the enemy who killed his father," but Song Yan’s position was quite high, and he was in the Ancestral Vein Secret Realm, leaving him unable to do anything.
Tang Yi was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Uncle, I will rectify it immediately and get you a replacement."
At the same time, Song Yan’s voice echoed in his mind.
"Prepare a pavilion-style chariot, paste talismans for isolation around it, and then find a pair of your trusted death warriors to hide inside the chariot, impersonating me and An Li.
Afterwards, proceed at normal speed straight to the Lu Kingdom.
Princess Xi, Tang Jin, and Tang Cheng will all accompany you.
Princess Xi already knows, but the latter two youngsters are unaware.
Throughout the journey, remember to make a grand display, pull out all the stops, and do not tarnish the prestige of my Formless Ancient Race! But ensure that you don’t leak the fact that I’m not in the chariot, can you accomplish this?"
Tang Yi’s expression subtly changed and he responded in his mind, "Uncle, are you planning to go ahead earlier? Isn’t this too dangerous?"
"I am pleased that you care about me." Song Yan gave a faint smile, pondered for a moment, then added, "Your father’s death... was linked to me, but at that time I had no other choice, was incapable of saving him even if I wished to."
Tang Yi said, "Uncle, I, Tang Yi am not one who can’t distinguish clearly, rest assured."
Song Yan spoke softly, "Good child, you should also be careful on the road, the world is undergoing some peculiar changes, do not view all things as you used to."
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