Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

He secretly gave Niu Dazhuang a thumbs up, and then without waiting for his response, he began to read the book carefully.

As the saying goes, after a blow, you will be rewarded with a sweet date. The two sects and one city's eating habits were a bit ugly this time, but at least some soup slipped out from between their fingers. The things on this list may not be a big deal for them, the Jindan sects, but they are too much for the Purple Mansion forces.

Song Changsheng even saw a [Ji Tu Tian Jing] on the list, which is a rare treasure that can increase the chances of earth spirit root cultivators breaking through the Purple Mansion stage by 30%. Normally, these people would hide it, but this time they were willing to take it out.

He glanced at the price. Three thousand merit points was equivalent to three hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones. It was expensive, but worth it.

Song Youlin has been practicing with Song Xianming over the years, and has fully utilized the talent of his natural spiritual roots. At the age of fifteen, he had already reached the ninth level of Qi training. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be able to build a foundation before he is twenty years old. It is time for him to prepare for a breakthrough to the Purple Mansion.

It’s a pity that this thing can only be used by cultivators with earth spiritual roots, otherwise it could be prepared for Qing Xing first.

He silently made note of this [Jitu Heavenly Crystal] in his mind. He only had 5,200 merit points left. He continued to look through the list and saw that there were three low-grade magic weapons on the list, but he just glanced at them and skipped them.

It’s not that he wasn’t tempted. Although the magic weapons they took out were of the lowest quality, magic weapons are still magic weapons and cannot be compared with spiritual weapons.

But after seeing their prices, he felt that he could still bear with it.

The cheapest magic weapon requires 4,000 merit points, which is far more than the [Jitu Tianjing]. He only has 5,200 points left on hand and cannot afford any disaster.

The Song family has no shortage of magic weapons now, but good steel should be used on the blade.

Continuing to browse, he selected another demon pill, which was worth one thousand points. After returning, he could start refining the [Foundation Building Pill]. The Song family’s current strength was still too weak.

Originally, he wanted to exchange all the remaining merit points for demon pills, but unfortunately, each force was limited to one demon pill.

As he looked at it, a spiritual plant seed called "White Jade Cold Bamboo" attracted his attention. This is a third-level spiritual bamboo, its texture is like white jade, and it reproduces very quickly, and can grow to a maximum of three meters.

Branches, leaves, stems and roots can all be used to refine magical instruments.

Bamboo shoots and bamboo fruits are excellent materials for making medicinal food. It can be said that they are treasures from head to toe.

The only drawback is that it must survive in an extremely cold place, and the amount of cold air absorbed during the growth process will also affect its quality.

But this shortcoming is nothing to Song. Thanks to the [Cold Pond Coral] given to him by Kongsang Xiruo, the cold pond he built on the top of Cangmang Peak was a success. Now it is also a first-class cold place, and it is perfect to plant this [White Jade Cold Bamboo].

It just so happened that he also felt that being bald didn't look very good.

After planting, it is not only beautiful, but also can be used to harvest various materials after it grows up.

I glanced at the price. Five hundred merit points for ten seeds was a bit expensive, so I gritted my teeth and bought it with tears in my eyes.

Turning to the column of elixirs, Song Changsheng murmured softly: "The old man's cultivation speed has slowed down recently, and it's time to change some elixirs to assist."

After taking a look at the list, he directly allocated 1,500 points to exchange for ten bottles of [Purple Vein Qianyuan Pill].

At this point, Song Changsheng still had 2,200 points left on hand, and he allocated another 2,000 points to exchange for a batch of resources for the foundation-building cultivators to practice.

The last two hundred points were exchanged for some seeds of spiritual plants that the Song family currently did not have.

More than 8,000 points had been distributed, and Song Changsheng was still a little unsatisfied. This family had become powerful, and there was no limit to how much spirit stones he could spend.

Looking back decades ago, in order to purchase three [Foundation Building Pills] from the ancestral vein, the family emptied out all of their spirit stones. Not only could they not pay the salaries of the clan members, they also had to raise funds from the clan members.

In contrast, now, merit points worth 820,000 low-grade spirit stones were spent from his hands in less than a quarter of an hour. In the past, it was unthinkable, but now he no longer feels anything, and even thinks it is a bit too little. It must be said that our Patriarch Song is really a bit too proud.

He had been concentrating on reading the contents of the list, and he didn't hear a single word of what Cheng Muchu said afterwards.

When the meeting was about to end, each of them received a list of items. Song Changsheng had already seen it. He pretended to take a look at it, then wrote a list and handed it to Cheng Muchu.

Feng Zhongyi couldn't help but look at him in surprise and said, "Daoist Zixu, don't you want to think about it carefully?"

Song Changsheng grinned and said, "Isn't this an attempt to seize the initiative?"

"What's there to steal?" As he was speaking, Feng Zhongyi also saw the [Jitu Tianjing] on the list. He glanced at Song Changsheng who was sitting leisurely beside him, and he immediately thought "Fuck".

With the hope of just in case, I went to ask Cheng Muchu, and as expected, [Jitu Tianjing] had indeed been taken by Song Changsheng first.

Feng Zhongyi glanced at Song Changsheng with resentment and said, "Fellow Daoist Zixu, how fast you are."

"It was just luck." After all, he got in through the back door, so Song Changsheng didn't want to be too ostentatious and showed a humble smile on his face.

Feng Zhongyi didn't think much about it, he just speeded up his browsing to prevent other people from getting to the limited edition treasures first.

In fact, Song Changsheng really wanted to remind him that he could take his time to look at it, because in addition to the [Jitu Tianjing] and those magic weapons, at least five copies of other limited edition items were prepared.

However, seeing Feng Zhongyi's red eyes, he thought it would be better not to provoke him anymore, so he turned around and went to find Niu Dazhuang who was idle.

"So, did I give it to you in time?"

As soon as he got close, Niu Dazhuang came over and put his arm around his shoulder without any mannerism.

Song Changsheng glanced at him and exposed him mercilessly: "Uncle Bai or Uncle Shen must have asked you to give it to me. You would never think about these things normally."

"How do you talk like that?" Niu Dazhuang glared.

"Just say it, right?"

"Tsk, I don't want to bother with you. What did you get this time?" Niu Dazhuang changed the subject and asked with a wink.

Seeing him like this, Song Changsheng immediately knew that Luoxia City must have gained a lot this time, and he came to show off in front of him.

He didn't reveal the whole thing, but just asked, "You must have made a lot of money this time, right?"

Seeing that Song Changsheng finally got to the point, Niu Dazhuang excitedly lowered his voice and said, "This time, we led people to dig out a relic left behind by a Jindan Zhenren. The treasures in there are so precious."

Upon hearing this, Song Changsheng cursed in his heart, "treacherous". There was no doubt that Luoxia City must have made a lot of money this time, and the other two companies must not be much worse. When he thought of the pitiful 3,700 points he got, he wanted to curse, it was too bullying.

Thinking of this, he was no longer in the mood to listen to Niu Dazhuang's bragging, and turned around and went back to the Song family's residence, making Niu Dazhuang, who had not yet spoken, stamp his feet in frustration.

Back in the tent, Zhu Yiqun handed him a storage bag. He immediately understood what he meant. After taking it, he put it directly into his sleeves and said with a smile: "You are the greatest contributor to the family this time. I will let you drink to your heart's content when I go back." Hearing his words, Zhu Yiqun's face did not show any joy. Instead, he said sadly: "Ask Aunt Xue to keep the spiritual wine for me."

"what happened?"

Noticing that something was wrong with him, Song Changsheng immediately frowned and asked.

"Nothing, I just missed the old man a little bit and planned to go back to see him. He has been out for so many years and I don't know if he is still alive. After all, he has so many enemies, it is normal for him to die a violent death." Zhu Yiqun's face was full of melancholy.

Song Changsheng's mouth twitched. This guy was really careless with his words. How could he say such a thing about his master? If it were him, he would have slapped this traitor to death.

"Ahem, it's time for you to go back and take a look. I haven't met your master yet, which is really wrong. You might as well invite your master to come with you this time. I will treat him as a teacher."

Song Changsheng was very supportive of his idea of ​​going back to take a look. It was impossible for him to hide from his master all his life, so he should at least fulfill his filial duty.

And it would be best to trick his master over as well. Although he had never met him, just by listening to Zhu Yiqun's description, he knew that the other party must be a senior master.

Xu Yunhe once told him that Zhu Yiqun's master was at least at the Purple Mansion level. Even if he didn't take any action after coming here, just showing off would be an invisible deterrent.

The little fat man saw through his plan at a glance, glanced at him and said, "Then do you want me to move the entire Ancient Sword Sect over here?"

"This is naturally the best."

"You're wishful thinking. I've made up my mind. This time when I go back, I won't come down the mountain until I break through the Purple Palace." Zhu Yiqun made a bold statement.

Upon hearing this, Song Changsheng immediately realized that it was because he had advanced too fast in his cultivation over the years, which put pressure on Zhu Yiqun. However, this was also a good thing. The road to immortality was as lonely as snow, and he did not want to find that his old friends and relatives had all turned to dust when he looked back one day. That would be too lonely.

After thinking about it, he still reminded worriedly: "The way of swallowing is better to be slow rather than fast. You have to have a sense of moderation in your heart."

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

As he spoke, Zhu Yiqun took out a brocade bag from his arms and said, "Here, this is for you, keep it well."

"What is this?" Song Changsheng couldn't help but feel confused.

"It contains the method to find the Ancient Sword Sect. If you need anything, follow the method written above to find me."

As a secluded sect, the location of the Ancient Sword Sect's mountain gate was top secret. He was able to reveal it to Song Changsheng without reservation out of his absolute trust in him.

Song Changsheng kept this heavy trust close to him, and then asked: "When do you plan to leave?"

"Leave in a minute."

"So anxious?" Song Changsheng was surprised.

"It's better to leave early, otherwise I'm afraid I'll change my mind."

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Song Changsheng quickly said, "Wait for me."

After saying this, without waiting for Zhu Yiqun's reaction, he hurriedly walked out of the tent. After a while, he returned again, but with a storage bag in his hand.

"I have made a copy of [The Universe in the Sleeve] and [Thunder in the Palm] for you, as well as [Turning the Body into a Sword]. Although you don't like swordsmanship, your fellow disciples may be able to use them.

There are also two [Blood Crystals] in here, carry them with you, just in case."

"Since you have taken it out, I will not be polite. I will not see Qing Xing and Xiao Yun'er anymore. Just tell them for me."

Zhu Yiqun took the storage bag, walked outside the tent, looked at the azure sky, and said nonchalantly, "The sky is blue and the clouds are white. It's a good day. It's a perfect time to travel."

"The door of the Song family is always open to you. Next time when you are driven out by your master, don't go to the wrong place." Song Changsheng said jokingly.

Zhu Yiqun immediately rolled his eyes and said, "How can you talk like that? I ran away on my own."

After that, he bowed solemnly and said, "Changsheng, we'll meet again later."

Song Changsheng also responded solemnly: "You will have to travel thousands of miles on this journey, please take care."

Zhu Yiqun summoned a pitch-black cauldron, stepped on it and said, "When you see me again, I may have made the Ancient Sword Sect flourish and famous in Southern Xinjiang."

After saying that, he turned into a stream of light and gradually disappeared from Song Changsheng's sight.

Song Changsheng watched him leave, and subconsciously touched his chest, where the treasure bag given by Zhu Yiqun was stored. The world of cultivation is vast and unpredictable. After this separation, he didn't know when he would meet again...

The next day, Cheng Muqiu found Song Changsheng and Yuying and said in a friendly manner: "Although we have dealt a heavy blow to the Haoran Alliance this time, we have not been able to uproot it. The Fairy Lingmou has not been killed yet, and there is still a risk of the Blood Ruins Realm changing its owner.

Therefore, after discussion, we decided to re-arrange a protective formation at the entrance of the Blood Ruins Realm, and this matter will fall on your heads. "

Song Changsheng frowned and said, "This is a trivial matter. I have no objection, but the Spirit Eye Fairy's attainments in formations are far superior to the two of us. The formations we set up cannot stop her."

They had already learned from the captives that the formation outside the Blood Ruins Valley was set up by the Fairy Lingmou herself.

From this, it can be seen that the other party is at least a third-grade top-grade formation master. He is still a little distance away from the third-grade upper grade, and Yuying is slightly inferior to him. Even if the two of them join forces, they cannot stop the Fairy with Spirit Eyes.

The way of formation is to advance one level at a time.

Cheng Muqiu said calmly: "We are of course aware of this, but there are only two formation masters like you in the coalition, and I have no other choice. This is just a temporary measure. Later, my sect will send someone to deal with it.

Of course, we will not let the Song clan leader’s efforts go in vain. From now on, on the second day of the second month of each year, the Song clan will be able to add three more places to explore the Blood Ruins Realm.”

Song Changsheng raised his eyebrows slightly. He did not listen to the second half of the meeting. It was only afterwards that he found out that the number of places to explore the Blood Ruins Realm each year would become fixed.

Each Jindan sect has fifty members, and the Purple Mansion forces range from twenty to ten, depending on the strength of their power.

The Song family had been allocated twelve before, and with three more it would be fifteen, on par with Baicaotang. This condition was considered good, so he cupped his hands and said, "Song will definitely fulfill your mission."

...(End of chapter)