Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Song Changsheng made every decision with great urgency because he knew very well that the reason why this extermination plan was able to proceed so smoothly was because it caught the demon race completely off guard.

The sea tribes started the war too quickly and too suddenly. After all, the Demon Realm and the East Sea are separated by an entire border region, and there is no space teleportation array available for travel between them. Moreover, they do not have the same level of expertise in weapon crafting as humans, making communication extremely difficult and creating an information gap.

The fighting had already broken out in the East Sea when the demon race received the news and began to gather a beast tide.

The period when the monsters gather is a rare vacuum. With the intelligence they already have, they can eliminate these internal threats at the lowest cost and fastest speed.

Such a rare opportunity should naturally be made good use of.

In just a short while, he arrived at the Gobi Rift Valley in the western part of the Suzhou cultivation world. The Golden Core cultivators of the Ancient God Pavilion and the Xuanling Sect were waiting here. Song Qingxing had arrived here before him.

Upon seeing Song Changsheng suddenly appear through space, the two were immediately startled. After realizing what was happening, they quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "We pay our respects to the Alliance Leader."

When Song Changsheng looked up, he found that it was actually two familiar faces, Yuan Fang and Xuan Chen, whom he had captured alive before.

"Fellow Daoists, there's no need for such formalities. Where is our clan's guardian elder?"

"Reporting to the Alliance Leader, it is below the canyon."

"Well, I'll trouble you two to split up and search the area to see if the ancient witch clan has left any clues. I'll go down below and investigate."

The two of them were like mice seeing a cat when they saw Song Changsheng. Upon hearing this, they acted immediately without any hesitation.

Upon landing in the narrow and deep canyon, the first thing that catches the eye is a clear stream flowing through the center of the canyon.

Traces of the ancient shamanic tribe's life can be clearly seen on both sides of the river. There are very few buildings, and the most eye-catching thing is the pile of white bones as high as a small mountain, which looks particularly eerie.

Numerous caves, each several meters high, have been carved into the rock walls on both sides, numbering in the thousands.

Each cave represents a household, meaning that this ancient shaman tribe had at least a thousand households and several thousand people.

The ancient shamanic tribe faced difficulties in reproduction, resulting in an extremely high infant mortality rate, and this was already a considerable number of cases.

No wonder that the ancient witch priest risked his life to sell the two snake people in Sifang City after capturing them, all in order to sell more spirit stones to exchange for basic cultivation resources.

Similar to the demon race, the ancient witches did not cultivate magic power, but focused on cultivating their physical bodies and bloodline power.

The advantage of this cultivation system is that everyone can cultivate, except for a very few weak individuals. However, the disadvantage is also obvious: the upper limit is locked by the power of bloodline from the very beginning.

Therefore, the ancient witch clan developed witchcraft and sacrificial arts, which was the reason for their rise, but also the root of their destruction.

If he could, he really didn't want to be their enemy, but unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

Wandering through various caves, carefully searching for any clues that might have been overlooked, they soon encountered Song Qingxing, who had come down earlier, in a large cave.

"uncle."

"So, have you found any clues?"

After a thorough inspection, the aura was cleared very well, indicating that the departure was not rushed and the process was very composed.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingxing handed over a hair that was noticeably thicker than that of a human.

Song Changsheng's eyes lit up, and he smiled and nodded, saying, "Well done."

Clutching the strand of hair in my hand and closing my eyes, I indeed found a trace of lingering energy within it.

He immediately used the fake infant to communicate with heaven and earth, and with this trace of aura, he began to deduce the whereabouts of the ancient witch clan. With a direct medium, this deduction went very smoothly, and he quickly and accurately locked onto the direction in which the ancient witch clan had fled.

He opened his hand, and his hair, enveloped by the power of laws, transformed into a tiny stream of light that shot out of the canyon at lightning speed and flew eastward.

"Let's go."

With a flick of his sleeve, Song Changsheng led Song Qingxing, along with Yuan Fang and Xuan Chen above the canyon, in pursuit.

He originally thought that the ancient witch clan, young and old, would not have run far in such a short time, but he did not expect that even with his spatial teleportation, it would take him a full quarter of an hour to catch up.

In a dense forest, a tall figure, over ten feet tall, dressed in coarse linen clothes and leather armor, was running at breakneck speed.

With legs stronger than an elephant, he could shoot like an arrow, each step covering a mile. Anything in his path, whether a giant tree that would take many people to encircle or a stubborn rock, was smashed to pieces.

It looked as if he had used some kind of supernatural power, but Song Changsheng could see clearly that it was pure physical strength.

Its running speed on the ground is in no way inferior to that of a Golden Core cultivator who can walk on air.

Yuan Fanggang had just recovered from the shock of the spatial travel and hurriedly asked, "Alliance Leader, did we follow the wrong person? Why is there only one person?"

Song Changsheng shook his head calmly and said, "There's no mistake, the others are on him."

"On his body?" Xuan Chen was taken aback, and said in shock, "You mean, he possesses a magical artifact capable of containing a living person?"

"Good, take him down."

At Song Changsheng's command, the three of them immediately surrounded him.

The moment the three released their magic, the ancient shaman who was running wildly on the ground immediately sensed it. Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he stomped his foot and forcibly stopped his extremely fast-moving body, leaving two deep trenches a foot deep in the ground.

"Roar--"

He let out his signature ancient shamanic war cry, and a small white bone tower he was protecting in front of him flickered. Suddenly, four equally tall figures appeared around him.

In contrast, these figures appeared much older, each clutching various sacrificial implements in their hands.

"They still managed to catch up. Wu Tu, you take your people and go first." The priest, who was in charge and held a bone staff, stood in front of the group and said in a deep voice.

With tears in his eyes, Wu Tu glanced at Song Qingxing and the others who were getting closer and closer, gritted his teeth, and turned to leave.

He knew that the three pursuers were all powerful figures at the level of Witch Kings. Even if he joined forces with all the priests, they would not be a match for them. The priests were choosing to risk their lives to pave a way for their people to survive.

"Roar--"

The four priests simultaneously let out a battle cry, their originally withered skin rapidly filling with blood, their hunched bodies gradually straightening, and the witch runes on their skin appearing even more mysterious.

Originally only at the third-tier top-grade level, they temporarily possessed power comparable to Golden Core cultivators after activating the ancient witch bloodline within their bodies.

They raised their magical artifacts high, chanting ancient hunting songs. Countless golden halos unfolded before them, and golden runes resembling tadpoles condensed in the air, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.

Song Qingxing didn't even glance at them. He cleaved through the golden runes blocking his way with a single sword strike and headed towards the fleeing Wu Tu.

The four priests were stopped by Yuan Fang and Xuan Chen.

In an instant, sand and stones flew, the earth shook, and large swathes of forest were reduced to dust. The ancient witch clan's abnormal bloodline power was displayed to its fullest extent at this moment. Both their strength and regenerative ability were ridiculously strong. Combined with the forbidden spell power of the ancient witch clan, they were not at a disadvantage for a time.

Looking at the golden runes flying everywhere, Song Changsheng fell into deep thought.

Outside the Four Directions City, he killed the fifth priest of the ancient witch clan. The other party also used this kind of rune-based forbidden spell. According to the records in the "Creation Canon", it is called "Witch Script Forbidden Spell". Legend has it that it is a script created by the ancestor of the witch clan.

The priest only needs to pray sincerely to communicate with the ancestral shaman and borrow his power. At this time, each shamanic script will transform into a forbidden spell, which is extremely powerful.

The [Jinxiuqi] also has a forbidden spell inheritance, which can only be cultivated by those who have reached the Golden Core stage. He originally had high expectations for it, but after cultivating it, he found that it was far inferior to the "Witchcraft Forbidden Spells" of the Witch Clan. To him, it was a chicken rib that was tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away.

However, the advantage of the forbidden spell inheritance of the [Brocade Banner] is that anyone who reaches the Golden Core stage can cultivate it, unlike the Witch Clan which needs to receive the so-called blessing of the Witch Ancestor.

If the advantages of both could be combined, it would definitely be another clan-protecting divine power that could be passed down for thousands of years.

The Wu tribe primarily cultivates the physical body, possessing very few magical arts and supernatural powers, but they have honed each one to its utmost perfection.

The body-refining method "Blood Refinement" that he obtained from that witch doctor is still a compulsory course for every Song clan cultivator.

Thinking of this, he transmitted his voice to each of the three men, saying, "Capture them alive."

Having received the order, the group slowed their offensive somewhat.

It must be said that these witch priests had a very strong will to resist; half an hour had passed and the battle was still not over.

Song Changsheng originally intended to use this opportunity to hone their skills, but upon seeing one of the priests take out a very familiar-looking jar, he immediately took matters into his own hands and ended the contest.

"It really is voodoo."

He put the jar away, looked at the four priests who were tightly bound by chains of law, and said in a deep voice, "Why did you run away? Did someone tip you off?"

Upon hearing this, the high priest gritted his teeth and said, "You have the aura of the sorcerer on you. You killed the sorcerer."

Song Changsheng readily admitted, "That's right. Besides that, I also killed Zi Xiao... oh no, Wu Xiao."

They wanted to kill me, so I killed them. What's the problem?

"The people of the Witch Ancestor have no cowards; you will not get anything useful from us!"

"Don't be so sure of yourself. Perhaps we can talk about how to address each other?"

"Wu Man, the high priest of the Wu tribe, the people of the Wu Ancestor will not kneel before anyone. Stop dreaming." Wu Man's eyes burned like fire, filled with hatred and devoid of any will to live.

Song Changsheng had no doubt that as long as the other party was freed from his restraints, he would pounce on him without hesitation.

At this moment, Song Qingxing also severely injured and captured Wu Tu alive, and brought him back.

Under the tense gaze of several priests, Song Changsheng reached out and took the one-inch-tall, three-tiered bone tower from Wu Tu's arms. After examining it carefully, a slight smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Those who kill will always be killed. They wanted to kill me, so I killed them."

You may hate me, and you may try every means to kill me, but you probably cannot bear the consequences of doing so.

This is a very good item. It contains a stable space that allows creatures to survive for a short period of time. Using it, your tribe can achieve rapid migration.

However, it is precisely because of this that I am able to capture you all in one fell swoop.

According to your logic, the only way to erase this hatred seems to be to leave no trace.

Is there really such deep hatred between us that it's worth it for you to exterminate our entire clan?

As far as I know, there are not many survivors of the ancient witch clan. No one can say for sure if you are the last one in the world. If you die, even the witch ancestor may have to stop the sacrifices. Is it worth it?
I know that your Wu tribe is upright and proud, and has never been afraid of death.

But the weight of death varies, from a feather to a mountain. To die like this is truly not worth it. Why can't we sit down and have a proper talk?

Although they were enemies, Song Changsheng genuinely admired them.

These people are natural-born warriors; if we could win them over, they would be a tremendous asset.

Moreover, obtaining the "Forbidden Spells of Witchcraft" also requires these people.

"Hmph!" Wu Man snorted coldly and closed his eyes.

Clearly, Song Changsheng's heartfelt advice had not moved him in the slightest.

"uncle."

A murderous glint appeared in Song Qingxing's eyes, and his hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

"Never mind, the Wu clan are all inflexible, it's normal that they can't adapt for a while."

Song Changsheng grasped the bone tower in his palm and forcibly refined it. Then he probed into it with his divine sense. The space inside was much larger than he had expected, about one-fifth the size of Lingzhou.

As an artifact, its internal space, though not comparable to a small world, is still extremely rare.

In terms of quality, this is at least a top-grade fifth-tier magic weapon.

However, the environment of this space was not good; it was desolate, just like the yellow sand desert where they had stayed before. Thousands of witches were crammed into a very small oasis.

This is caused by the incomplete application of the Five Elements Law. Such a space is not suitable for the survival of living beings. Over time, their cultivation and bloodline will degenerate.

This branch of the witch clan may have stayed inside for too long, causing their bloodline to degenerate. A tribe of several thousand people doesn't even have a true witch king.

In contrast, the Great Zhen Immortal Dynasty's [Mountain and River Scroll] is completely different; it is a true small world that can provide long-term survival for cultivators below the Golden Core stage.

Even so, the value of this magical artifact cannot be denied; he is very skilled at completing laws.

The vast little world is wonderful, but it cannot be moved and is full of variables.

This magical artifact is different; it can be carried around, and its superiority or inferiority can be discerned at a glance.

In such chaotic times, he desperately needs a magical artifact that can ensure the survival of the Song family.

“My sincerity is very strong. You priests should think it over carefully. We can talk again in a few days.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Changsheng put all of them into the bone tower and then casually hung them on his waist.

Its biggest drawback is that it cannot store another spatial artifact inside it...

...(End of this chapter)