Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

"In the end, I still can't do it..."

Scorpio Master stood on the deck of a giant interdimensional spaceship, gazing out at his homeland rapidly receding below, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.

He killed countless people throughout his life and often used people as test subjects for poison, so he never claimed to be a righteous person.

People like him will go to the eighteen levels of hell after they die.

Therefore, his life goal became to live, and to live as long as possible.

He always felt that there was nothing he couldn't give up except himself, not even his fellow disciples or his blood relatives.

But the phrase "As long as the city stands, so shall we live" that he blurted out at the Rakshasa Fortress that day suddenly awakened him. He realized that in his subconscious, there had always been something more precious than his own life.

Once he understood this, he could no longer deceive himself.

Looking at his fallen homeland, he thought of the tens of millions of mortals who had not yet evacuated, of the destroyed Five Poisons Sect, and of the disciples who had died in battle…

It turns out there are so many things in this world worth protecting and exchanging one's life for.

Unfortunately, he realized it too late, and all that remained were fragmented memories.

He closed his eyes, and two streams of tears silently rolled down his cheeks.

After a long while, he turned around and faced the thousands of wounded Five Poisons Sect disciples. This scene deeply pierced his heart.

With thousands of years of history and tens of thousands of soldiers, only a few thousand survivors remained after a great battle.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Next, we will retreat to the Suzhou cultivation world. We only have one month to rest and recuperate. Everyone, please disperse."

"Elder, are you really going to give up? There are tens of millions of people!" a cultivator with a severed arm asked unwillingly.

"Yes." Scorpio Master's reply was somewhat stiff.

For a moment, everyone fell silent, and suppressed sobs rose and fell.

From that moment on, they had no home.

"What are you crying for!" A young disciple, barely a teenager, stood up angrily, his cheeks flushed red, and dark red bloodstains still lingering on his forehead.

"We have done our best, everyone has done their best, we have saved tens of millions of people!"

If we continue down this path, the entire alliance will be dragged into this quagmire and unable to move, and more people will die as a result.

Many people have died, but we are still alive. This is something that countless fellow disciples have sacrificed their lives for. To continue is just a pointless suicide mission!

We should carry on and live well, carrying on their legacy.

Only by living can we take revenge and reclaim our land!

Instead of wasting time crying here, why not use that time to heal your injuries and kill a few more demon beasts on the battlefield!

After saying that, the young man pushed through the crowd and limped toward his room.

Everyone was stunned by his thin back, and the crying stopped at some point.

"Who is this boy?" Scorpio Master couldn't help but ask.

An elder, with tears in his eyes, replied, "This young man is named Li Mingxuan, and he is the only remaining inner disciple of the Spider Sect."

The words "only left" exploded in Scorpio Master's mind like a thunderbolt, causing him to stumble and crash into the ship's railing behind him...

With the beast tide breaking through, all the major forces of the Southwest Alliance had no choice but to withdraw from the cultivation world of Lu Kingdom.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, mandatory conscription orders were issued to each faction like snowflakes.

With the fall of the Lu Kingdom's cultivation world, a gaping hole has been torn in their original defense system. Previously, they only needed to face enemies from one direction, but now the Cangyuan and Daqi cultivation worlds need to rebuild a defensive line on their flanks.

Their current strength is far from sufficient to sustain a two-front war, and they must recruit more cultivators to join the battle.

Even so, the situation remains far from optimistic.

The defenses against the beast tides in various cultivation worlds were built after careful site selection and massive investment of resources. They were basically built relying on natural barriers such as mountains and rivers, and were mostly concentrated along the Canglan River.

However, no similar defenses were built between cultivation communities beforehand, firstly because the cost was prohibitive, and secondly because it would hinder communication between cultivation communities.

It would be an exaggeration to say that the temporary defense line built under these circumstances was full of flaws. The demon race had too many routes to infiltrate, so there was no need to tackle these tough challenges.

They can only defend around some key nodes to prevent large-scale beast tides from directly invading; they are powerless against smaller groups.

And so, the massive relocation began once again.

In the southern part of the Cangyuan cultivation world and the northern part of the Daqi cultivation world, a scorched-earth policy was implemented, and mortals from various small forces were relocated to the territories of forces such as the Tianmai Sect, Luoxia City, and the Song Clan for centralized protection.

Both sides are racing against time.

The demon race needs to digest its spoils, while the human race needs to establish defenses and adjust its strategies.

Although the territory of the cultivation world of Lu is the smallest among the nine southwestern realms, it is still very vast. To be precise, each cultivation world in the border regions is very vast because resources are extremely scarce.

This is actually not a good thing, because resources are scattered, requiring more manpower and resources to be invested in development, and the efficiency is very low.

However, after the cultivation world of Lu Kingdom fell, this actually became a good thing, because the area was large and the population was scattered, and it would take them a long time to digest this spoils of war.

It will take at least several months to reorganize an effective offensive.

This buffer is exactly what the various cultivation circles of the human race need.

However, the demon race's strategy also needs time.

The power of the six great demon kingdoms is currently severely overdrawn, and they are simply unable to continue their offensive.

The Blood Demon Sect has become the only way to break the deadlock. The victory can be completely secured once the Blood Soul Venerable and the Blood Gu Venerable recover their Nascent Soul cultivation. However, this will take time.

Therefore, they are not in a hurry to launch the next offensive.

The two sides thus reached a strange tacit understanding.

The demon race's hope lies in the Blood Demon Cult, and the human race has also realized this, beginning to dig deep into the ground to find its whereabouts, but after more than a month they have found nothing.

Just when everyone was at their wits' end, a turning point quietly appeared...

Inside the General Affairs Hall of Cangmang Peak, Song Qingxi stared intently at the map of the borderlands, which was densely covered with various markings, indicating that almost every cultivation world was engulfed in war.

This is the first time such a large-scale upheaval has occurred in the border region since the establishment of the Wanxiang Palace, which is very much in line with the signs of an impending catastrophe.

The current situation is completely out of control. The Nine Realms of the Southwest need time, the Song Clan needs time, but the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for them.

If she couldn't find any trace of the two blood demons, she felt it was necessary to prepare for the worst.

Just as she was about to order the recall of Song Xingyuan, Song Mingshuang, and others, Wang Zaixing, the current master of the Demon Subduing Hall, suddenly sent a secret message.

Song Qingxi suddenly felt a little strange: "Could something have gone wrong during the transfer?"

She crushed the communication sword, read its contents, and her brows furrowed sharply. After a moment's thought, she hurriedly went to the Cloud-Entering Palace to meet Song Changsheng.

At this moment, Song Changsheng was at a critical juncture in his life and death. He sat cross-legged on the futon, like a statue. His hair was white, his skin was wrinkled, and he was lifeless, with no trace of vitality.

Anyone who didn't know better would definitely mistake it for a corpse.

In reality, Song Changsheng was treating his injuries.

Only by getting infinitely close to death can one truly understand the meaning of life.

Therefore, he actively eroded his own life essence through the [Path of Death], using this method to stimulate his own life potential and thus gain "rebirth".

For ordinary people, doing this is no different from courting death, but since he has mastered both the [Great Dao of Death] and the [Great Dao of Life], there is no danger to his life; it's just a matter of how long it takes.

Now, not only has his heart stopped beating, but his soul has also fallen into silence, so naturally he can't hear Song Qingxi's slightly anxious voice outside the door.

After an unknown amount of time, a surge of powerful vitality suddenly erupted from Song Changsheng's dantian, spreading throughout the limbs and bones of this decaying body.

His body was like a dry sponge thrown into water, undergoing a dramatic transformation. His withered skin gradually regained its plumpness, his gray hair turned black at a visible speed, and the original deathly aura was swept away, replaced by a vibrant life force that continued to spread outwards.

Under the influence of this powerful vitality, the plants and trees around the Cloud Palace began to grow wildly, and even weeds stubbornly grew out of the barely perceptible cracks in the floor.

The Star Bloodline within Song Changsheng's body surged like a river, and the injuries left from the previous battle were completely healed under the great power of the Dao of Life.

On the crown of the Heavenly Dao Tree, the branches of the originally distinct [Life Dao Flower] and [Death Dao Flower] are now tightly intertwined, becoming two Dao Flowers on a single branch, namely the [Great Dao of Life and Death].

"call--"

Song Changsheng let out a long sigh of relief, stretched lazily, and his bones cracked and popped.

This period of seclusion felt to him like he had just taken a nap.

I slept for a long time, but I slept very soundly without being disturbed at all.

From the moment he reached the Foundation Establishment stage, he never truly slept again. When he was tired, he only needed to adjust his breathing to recover quickly.

After taking a nap, he felt exceptionally refreshed and even experienced a sense of satisfaction.

"It seems that it's still good to take a short break every now and then to relax my nerves," Song Changsheng murmured to himself.

He did some quick calculations and realized that he had slept for more than two months. He frowned and said, "I wonder how far the war has progressed."

Just as he was about to send a telepathic message to Song Qingxi to find out what was going on, he noticed a jade scroll on the shelf outside the door. The date on the label was more than a month ago.

He reached out and took it in his hand, frowning as he read through the contents.

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze. I never thought they could actually come out of the abyss alive. They're like persistent ghosts!" A cold glint flashed in Song Changsheng's eyes.

He originally planned to go into seclusion to break through to the Nascent Soul stage after recovering from his injuries, but now he has changed his mind. He cannot rest easy until he wipes this group of Blood Demon remnants out of the world!
He sent a telepathic greeting to Song Qingxi, then vanished from Cangmang Peak in a flash.

The next moment, his figure appeared in Hezhou, which borders the cultivation world of Lu Kingdom, where the headquarters of the Demon Subduing Hall is located.

Because of the scorched earth policy, Hezhou was very deserted at the moment.

He entered the Demon Subduing Hall headquarters silently, and the fourth-tier top-grade mountain-protecting array was useless in front of him.

Wang Zaixing was pacing anxiously back and forth in the main hall, his gaze frequently drifting in one direction, his expression shifting between light and dark, as if he were deep in thought.

"Palace Master Wang."

"Who?" Wang Zaixing was startled and turned around to find that Song Changsheng had somehow gotten into the chair behind him.

His initial shock and anger instantly turned into delight, and he quickly bowed, saying, "Wang Zaixing greets Master Zixu."

"Palace Master Wang, there's no need for such formalities. I'm sorry you were frightened during my seclusion."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zaixing's face immediately showed a bitter smile: "I didn't expect that Hun Wugui would be so bold as to directly kidnap my sect's elder."

"He still hasn't said anything?"

"No, he comes once every ten days, saying that he will only tell you the information he knows if he sees you."

"When will we meet again?" Song Changsheng frowned slightly.

"It's today, it should be arriving soon."

Wang Zaixing's tense nerves immediately relaxed after seeing Song Changsheng.

For more than a month, the pressure on him has almost crushed him.

The two waited inside the hall for a moment, when Song Changsheng suddenly looked up into the distance and said, "They've arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zaixing felt a blur before his eyes and found himself on a barren, desolate mountain.

Not far away stood a middle-aged man dressed in coarse linen clothes, looking unkempt.

“The soul has no way back!” Wang Zaixing was shocked.

Song Changsheng patted his shoulder, signaling him to calm down, then stepped forward to block him, saying with a complicated expression, "It's been many years since we last met."

"Yes, if you count the time, it's been over two hundred years since we last met. All these years I've been waiting for you on Qiuniu Mountain to take my life and repay that blood debt." Hun Wugui smiled nonchalantly, but his eyes were somewhat dim. (See Volume 5, Chapter 56 for details)
"You went to all this trouble to meet me, just to say this, right?" Song Changsheng's expression was somewhat indifferent.

"Cough cough cough." Hun Wugui coughed violently for a while, then said, "I have a lot of information that you might be interested in. I know the Blood Demon Cult's plans and their approximate location. I can tell you everything, but I have conditions."

"Just as I thought." Song Changsheng subconsciously clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

"My sister, Xue Ji, transformed into Xue Fu, the original leader of the Yunzhou branch of the Blood Demon Sect, and infiltrated the Blood Demon Sect again, obtaining a lot of confidential information."

However, the Blood Demon Cult was under internal control, and I lost contact with her. Her identity could be exposed at any time.

My only condition is to ensure the safety of my sister, because I know she was the one who indirectly caused the death of your people.

I know that my siblings and I are both sinners stained with blood, and she indirectly caused the death of your clansmen, but I hope you can forgive her and spare her life. I can atone for her sins, even with my own life!

...(End of this chapter)