Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Hearing Song Luzhou's words, Song Changsheng couldn't help but tease, "It's rare that you are so generous. There are now more than a thousand cultivators in the family, and there are hundreds of cultivators under the age of thirty. The cost of doing this is not low. Don't you feel bad?"

Hearing this, Song Luzhou immediately glared at Song Changsheng and said angrily, "Do you really think that I am a stingy person?
Our income was meager in the past. If I hadn’t saved a little here and there, would our family have been able to accumulate such a huge fortune?
Now that we are wealthy, we should naturally spend some of our money on our people."

"Hahaha, I'm glad you think so. The family is not short of resources now, so we don't need to be as frugal as before."

"You can't be too extravagant. No, I have to discuss this with the other elders. The treatment can't be worse than that of outsiders." Song Luzhou muttered as he walked out, leaving Song Changsheng aside.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng shrugged his shoulders, walked out of the General Affairs Hall, turned and walked towards the Sutra Library.

"Clan leader."

Song Changan, who was working on the first floor, hurried over upon seeing this.

Seeing him, Song Changsheng was a little surprised and said, "Why isn't my brother at the clan school today?"

"Today, the clan school is on holiday. I have nothing to do, so I came to the Sutra Library to copy the classics. If the younger generation in the clan have any questions about cultivation, they can find someone to help them."

Song Changsheng suddenly realized that he had forgotten the time when he was so busy. The Song clan school implemented the "ten-day holiday" system, that is, study for nine days and rest for one day, three days off a month, and don't even think about having a double day off on weekends.

"It's good that you're here, brother. I have something to discuss with you."

Hearing this, Song Changan put down the pen in his hand and said, "Patriarch, please speak."

"I gained a lot in the Blood Ruins Realm this time, most of them are scriptures, books, mental methods and magical powers. They were originally required to be handed in, so I made copies of all of them. If you have time, please arrange for someone to sort them out." Song Changsheng said as he placed a storage bag on the table.

Song Changan hurriedly picked up the storage bag and looked through it. When he found that there were a large number of classics such as strange stories and miscellaneous talks, a look of joy immediately appeared on his face.

These things seem to have no use at first glance, but in fact they are an important reflection of the strength of a force. Their role and significance are even no less than those mental and magical powers.

This world is huge, and the places a person can go and the things he can touch are always limited, especially for disciples from small forces. They often don't have the opportunity to touch many things, or even if they do touch them, they don't recognize them, causing them to miss the opportunity.

This is not an isolated case, it happens all the time.

Song Changsheng used to like to pick up bargains. Why was he able to pick up bargains? Because some people were possessing rare treasures without knowing it, and in the end they were given to him for free.

Are these people stupid?
Silly.

But it's not their fault.

It was their background that limited their vision and made them lose at the starting line from the very beginning. They lost at every step.

Any disciple coming out of those ancient sects with profound heritage may be more knowledgeable than all the members of a family combined. In this case, how can independent cultivators or even cultivators from small forces compete?
The most frustrating thing is that they restrict the circulation of "knowledge" and high-level resources while suppressing forces that may threaten them.

Therefore, those people will always be at the top of the pyramid because they control the path to the top.

Therefore, the things that Song Changsheng brought back not only greatly enhanced the Song family's foundation, but also raised the Song family's upper limit.

The gap between the Song family and the Jinwu Sect is not just as simple as whether or not there is a Jindan Zhenren.

Because it has the foundation of being a major Jindan sect, it is a major Jindan sect.

Without that foundation, the final result would be nothing more than a flash in the pan like the Luoxia City of the past.

But Luoxia City is lucky. It has successfully stood for two thousand years. Two thousand years of accumulation have made it qualified to compete with Jinwu Sect and Tianmai Sect.

Therefore, if the Song family wants to become a Jindan clan, they must first improve their own foundation. A sufficient collection of books is only one aspect. The Song family still has a long way to go, but at least they have taken the first step.

Seeing Song Changan immersed in it, Song Changsheng looked around and said, "Also, this Sutra Library should be expanded. The current one is not grand enough. Brother, please find some time to communicate with the inner treasury and tell them that it is my idea."

"We brought back quite a few classics this time, and there really isn't enough space to store them. Should the new Sutra Repository still be built with three floors?" Song Changan said with deep conviction.

“Let’s build four floors.”

Hearing this, a look of surprise suddenly flashed in Song Changan's eyes.

The Song family's scripture library is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with three floors in total, corresponding to the first to third levels from bottom to top. In the past, the highest-grade mental method of the Song family was the third level.

Now that Song Changsheng said he wanted to add a fourth floor, doesn’t that mean the family already has four levels of inheritance?
Song Changsheng smiled and nodded, confirming his guess.

Song Changan was overjoyed and ignored the books in his storage bag. He said quickly, "I'll contact the inner library right away."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Looking at the empty Sutra Library, Song Changsheng shrugged and said to himself, "Well, I'm the only one left again."

He came to sit down at Song Changan's seat and found that he was copying an ancient book called "Miscellaneous Talks of All Races". He had read this book before. It talked about the characteristics of all races in the world, which was quite eye-opening.

However, what is recorded in this book is already outdated. After several catastrophes, of the so-called myriad races, only humans, demons, and spirits are still active. The other races are just a few big cats and small cats, and have long since ceased to be a force to be reckoned with.

After flipping through the books a few times, Song Changsheng lost interest. Just as he was about to get up and leave, a short girl walked in.

The man looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a very thin body, a tight face, and an oval red birthmark the size of a pigeon egg on his left cheek.

In her arms she held a yellowed and slightly worn animal skin book.

After entering the door, he looked around first. I don’t know what he saw, but his tense face relaxed a little.

Song Changsheng glanced at her and thought she was here to return the book, so he didn't pay any attention to her.

Unexpectedly, the girl walked straight towards him.

"If you want to borrow books or classics, you can go to the left side. There is a special deacon in charge there." Song Changsheng pointed to an old man not far away.

The girl waved her hands in panic and lowered her head, saying, "No... I'm not."

Looking at the girl who didn't even dare to raise her head, Song Changsheng couldn't help but wonder: "Is it because I look too scary?"

He killed this thought as soon as it appeared. Apart from anything else, he was still confident in his appearance. "Are you in awe of my identity?"

Thinking of this, he tried to make his expression softer and asked softly, "Have you encountered any difficulties in your cultivation?"

Unexpectedly, the girl still shook her head, and then she put the animal skin book in her arms on the counter with a slightly shrinking look, and said nervously: "Elder, this... the [Rain Summoning Talisman] on page 47 of this book seems to be drawn wrong."

"Drawn wrong?" Song Changsheng raised his eyebrows slightly, almost thinking that there was something wrong with his ears.

He glanced at the cover of the animal skin book, on which were written the words "Collection of First-Level Talismans".

"Are you saying that there is a talisman drawn incorrectly on this book? Maybe there was a mistake when copying it. There should be more than one copy of this book. You should get a new one."

Song Changsheng said it lightly, but he was already thinking about the issue of accountability in his heart. As long as it was related to cultivation, if one word was wrong, the meaning of the whole sentence might change, which would cause big problems.

Fortunately, this book records talismans, and any mistakes will only lead to the failure of drawing the talisman and will not cause any major problems.

Unexpectedly, the girl still shook her head. Song Changsheng was at a loss now. She frowned and said, "What's the problem? Tell me in detail."

Perhaps sensing Song Changsheng's attitude, the girl, who was originally hesitant, mustered up the courage to say, "Elder, the talisman above was not copied incorrectly. I... I think there is something wrong with the way it was drawn."

Before Song Changsheng could reply, the steward of the Sutra Repository could no longer bear to hear it. He came up to the girl and said in a serious tone:
"Child, the book in your hand has been used in the family for nearly three hundred years, and the [Rain Summoning Talisman] you mentioned is a first-level talisman with the highest drawing rate in the top ten. No one has ever responded to the problem you mentioned.

Tell me the truth, is that because you didn't draw it that you said that on purpose?"

"No, no." The girl shook her head like a drum, and as she spoke she took out two talismans from the animal leather bag at her waist and placed them in front of the two men.

She pointed to the one on the left and said, "I drew this according to the method in the classics. It took me half an hour to do it. The one on the right was drawn after I made some corrections. It also took me half an hour to do it. However, the range of the spiritual rain is one third larger."

Hearing this, Song Changsheng and the deacon looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Song Changsheng reached out to page 47, found the [Rain Summoning Talisman], and then compared it with the two talismans on the table. He found that, as the girl in front of him said, the one on the right was slightly different from what was recorded in the book.

When it comes to talismans, the slightest mistake can lead to a huge deviation, so they must be reproduced exactly. Logically speaking, the drawing of this by the girl should have been a failure.

But the spiritual light on the surface of the talisman was reminding Song Changsheng that this was a talisman that could be activated at any time, which was unreasonable.

"Is it really as she said, that the version in the family's hands is actually problematic?" Song Changsheng frowned and signaled to the deacon beside him with his eyes.

The deacon understood what he meant, picked up the two talismans on the table, walked outside the Sutra Library, and released spiritual power to activate them one by one.

After a moment, the steward walked in with a serious look and said, "Patriarch, both talismans can be successfully activated, and the one drawn by this child does have a larger range of spiritual rain.

If this is not an isolated case, the family's efficiency in irrigating the spiritual rice can be increased by at least one third.

Chief, the drawing method recorded in this book may... really have problems."

Song Changsheng's heart was suddenly shaken, and the look in his eyes when he looked at the girl changed. He simply said, "Let Qingqing come over."

"As ordered."

The deacon took the order and retreated. Song Changsheng turned to look at the girl with a burning gaze, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

The girl subconsciously took a step back, looking a little at a loss. She originally thought that Song Changsheng was just an elder on duty in the Sutra Library, but she never thought that he was the clan leader.

She was young and had never seen Song Changsheng in person, but she was familiar with his legendary experience.

The feeling of facing a legendary Purple Mansion monk is completely different from that of facing a family elder. The courage that the girl had finally mustered up disappeared at this moment.

Song Changsheng also noticed the girl's embarrassment. He restrained his aura and said in a friendly manner, "Child, what's your name?"

"I... my name is Song Youxiang." The girl responded with a slight stutter. It can be seen that she is very nervous at the moment.

Song Changsheng smiled gently and said, "Don't be nervous. I have a few questions for you."

Perhaps it was Song Changsheng's friendly smile that infected her. Song Youxiang took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed down.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng began to ask: "How did you find out that there was something wrong with this [Rain Summoning Technique]?"

“I just felt that it was unusually awkward when I was drawing, as if there was a voice in my heart telling me that this stroke should not be drawn that way.

I didn’t pay much attention to it at first, but then the feeling became stronger and stronger, so I tried the painting method in my mind, and then I discovered it.”

Song Youxiang's voice is light and thin, but gives people a very confident feeling.

After that, she mustered up her courage and raised her head and said, "Actually... it's not just the [Rain Calling Technique] that has problems. Many of the talismans here have problems, but the [Rain Calling Technique] is the most obvious."

She said it lightly, but it caused a great shock to Song Changsheng's heart.

Coincidentally, Song Qingqing also rushed over at this time. She had learned the whole process of the incident from the deacon on the way. Looking at the slightly timid girl, she was no less shocked than Song Changsheng.

As the only second-level talisman master in the family, almost all family members who have talent in talismans are receiving her instruction.

Because of her personality, Song Qingqing is usually more caring towards Song Youxiang.

But in her impression, although Song Youxiang has some talent in talismans, he is not outstanding and has not reached the level where he can be trained intensively.

The result was that he did something great in silence.

Song Qingqing was eager to verify it, so she got straight to the point and said, "Youxiang, redraw that [Rain Summoning Talisman]."

Perhaps because they had spent more time together, Song Youxiang was much calmer after Song Qingqing arrived. Upon hearing what was said, he immediately took out cinnabar, talisman brush, talisman paper, and other items and started drawing on the spot...

...(End of chapter)