Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

"Did Youfu tell you something?

"My grandson thinks it's good to go up the mountain. There are many people and eyes down there. If you are accidentally exposed, wouldn't it cause trouble for the family?" Song Youlin responded softly.

Unlike Song Youfu, he deeply understood why his family had hidden him.

A person with natural spiritual roots will not encounter any bottlenecks before the Golden Core Stage. In other words, as long as he does not die prematurely, he can grow to the state of Purple Mansion Great Perfection as long as there is sufficient supply of resources.

Even the probability of breaking through the Jindan stage is much higher than that of ordinary cultivators.

The Song family now has two Purple Mansions and is in its heyday. If the news that he has a heavenly spiritual root were to leak out, it would definitely cause many people to feel uneasy.

Worse still, it may lead to assassination.

This kind of situation is not uncommon. Once upon a time, a cultivator with thunder-attributed spiritual roots in Lieyang Sect was assassinated while training outside, and the murderer has never been found.

From then on, any cultivator with some talent would be hidden away. Even if they were training outside, they had to hide their identities, for fear that they would be strangled before they could grow up.

With Song Youlin's talent, it is not surprising that he was assassinated by the Purple Mansion monks. He was hidden for the sake of his safety.

Song Youlin himself was aware of this, so he never took the initiative to suggest going down the mountain.

His life is not only his own, but also his family's.

Seeing that he was so sensible, Song Xianming felt relieved but also felt guilty. After all, he was just a child of fifteen or sixteen years old and he had been under too much pressure over the years.

"It's okay. You just need to suppress your cultivation to the fifth or sixth level of Qi training. As long as you don't show your true strength, it won't be easy to be exposed. Anyway, it's time for you to step forward and show your face in front of your clansmen." Song Xianming said kindly.

Song Youlin hesitated for a moment and said, "But I'm in a critical period of cultivation recently..."

"Hey." Song Xianming waved his hand to interrupt him, pretending to be displeased and said: "Even if you are practicing, you must pay attention to the combination of work and rest, and you can't rush to break through the foundation.

I know that the family competition is not challenging for you, so you don't need to take it too seriously. Just treat it as a chance to relax."

"This... Grandson obeys your command."

Seeing Song Xianming say this, Song Youlin no longer insisted and just treated it as a vacation for himself. He hadn't shown up in a long time.

“Well, let Youfu join you.

I asked you to join, but you were unwilling to do so. He couldn't hold back any longer and sneaked down the mountain several times, still complacently thinking that I knew nothing."

Hearing this, Song Youlin couldn't help but smile. The mountain was so small that it was almost entirely within the coverage of Song Xianming's spiritual sense. No movement could be hidden from him.

Song Youfu thought he was acting covertly, but he didn't know that Song Xianming had been secretly watching all his little actions, but had never caused him trouble.

"My grandson understands. I will go to Fifth Grandfather with Youfu to sign up tomorrow. He will definitely be very happy."

Hearing this, Song Xianming said with emotion: "You have suffered a lot these years. It's all because we are not strong enough to deter those villains."

"Don't worry, my grandson will practice hard, and one day, no one will dare to underestimate us." Song Youlin said seriously.

……

In the blink of an eye, a month passed quietly.

There was an unprecedented bustle on Cangmang Peak, and many cultivators outside rushed back to participate in this unusual family competition.

Nearly seven hundred monks stood on the circular martial arts arena on the mountainside.

These are all those who will be participating in the family competition this time. There are cultivators from the Song family, as well as dozens of cultivators from the Zhangye branch, both old and young, and there are even a dozen elders in the foundation-building stage participating in it.

This is truly the first time in five hundred years.

However, when everyone thought about the identities of the judges, they were not surprised.

Song Xianming, Yuan Tianshu, Song Luzhou, Xia Yunxue...

None of them has a simple identity; they are all pillars of the family.

Normally, it would be great to see just one of these people, but today they are all here. Seeing so many big figures from the families at once, the monks participating in the competition were extremely excited and determined to participate in the competition in their best condition.

The family competition has always been a part of internal affairs, so there were no outsiders present to watch the ceremony this time, which also gave them more room to perform.

Song Youfu and Song Youlin were also in the team.

"There are so many people here, all the elders are here. What do you think? I was right to tell you to listen to me, isn't this much more interesting than being on the mountain?" Song Youfu looked around with excitement and said to Song Youlin in front of him with a wink.

It is the nature of young people to join in the fun. Song Youlin was in a good mood at the moment and he rarely agreed with Song Youfu, which made that guy even more proud.

At this moment, a powerful voice mixed with spiritual power rang in everyone's ears: "The clan leader is here--"

The sound seemed to have a kind of magical power, making the originally noisy martial arts arena quiet in an instant, and everyone's eyes were cast towards the empty seat in the center of the judges' seats.

Song Youlin also looked over expectantly.

I saw a figure in a green shirt walking towards me from the horizon. He had his hands behind his back and a relaxed and easy-going smile on his face. There was clearly nothing under his feet, but he seemed to be stepping on solid ground.

Each step was steady, yet within an instant he covered a distance of several hundred feet.

The breeze blew, lifting the corners of his clothes. The golden sunlight sprinkled on his body, blurring his facial features. This scene was like a fairy coming to the earth.

"We are waiting to welcome the clan leader!"

Everyone present bowed in greeting, the sound was so powerful and deafening.

Song Changsheng landed on the judges' table as lightly as a leaf, holding his hands up and said, "No need to be polite, everyone."

Everyone stood up, but their eyes were always on Song Changsheng.

Hundreds of people, hundreds of pairs of eyes, each pair reflecting a different light.

There was respect in these eyes. Most of them came from the elders of the family. They had experienced the most difficult period of the Song family. So they deeply understood who created the Song family today.
In addition, there is also fanatical worship from the younger generation of cultivators in the family. They grew up listening to Song Changsheng’s glorious deeds, and the seeds of pursuit and emulation have long been planted in their hearts.

And there was anticipation in all of their eyes. They expected Song Changsheng to continue to create brilliance and bring the family to a new height.

These gazes solidified into substance, turning into a mountain pressing on Song Changsheng's shoulders, so heavy that it seemed that he could be crushed at any time, but he was willing to accept it. He had to do something meaningful in his new life, so that his life would not be in vain. "This family competition is aimed at selecting talents. Please give full play to your abilities and go all out. As long as you meet the requirements, in addition to receiving the material and contribution point rewards of the competition, you may also be qualified to be trained by the family, and receive the same treatment as foundation-building seeds or even purple mansion seeds.

The competition process must be fair and aboveboard, and no evil or underhanded means are allowed to win. If anyone intentionally injures or kills someone during the competition, he or she will be punished for the crime of harming his or her own people, regardless of their status. I hope you will not make mistakes. "

Song Changsheng's voice mixed with magic power fell clearly into the ears of everyone present, and the words "no tolerance" exploded in their hearts like thunder.

For a moment, everyone was in awe.

Song Luzhou looked up at the sky, then whispered, "Patriarch, the time has come."

Hearing this, Song Changsheng nodded slightly and said loudly: "I declare that the family competition has officially begun. Please go on stage in the order in which you drew lots in advance."

Everyone in the martial arts arena immediately retreated to the audience seats nearby in an orderly manner.

Song Luzhou stepped out from the crowd and said in a deep voice, "Qi training group A, step out!"

"Wow"

More than forty monks stood up together. They were all young monks between the ages of eight and twelve. Their young faces showed curiosity, seriousness, and many other expressions.

Most of them are monks of the "You" generation, a small number are of the "Qing" generation, and there are even one or two of the "Chang" generation.

"According to the lots you were assigned, odd numbers versus even numbers, go up to the ring in turn to compete. The winner will have one hour to rest, and then proceed to the next round.

During the competition, apart from the magic tools and elixirs distributed by the family, you are not allowed to use any external force, except for the elixirs and talismans you have made yourself. Otherwise, you will be treated as cheating and will be disqualified from the competition. Do you understand?"

Song Luzhou came up to them and said with a serious expression.

Winning or losing is a matter of ability, but cheating is a matter of character. Once discovered, it will be dealt with severely and strictly.

"I understand." The boys and girls nodded like chicks pecking at rice. They knew all this when they signed up.

"Well, go on stage from the 1st to the 20th." Song Luzhou waved his sleeves and returned to the judges' seat.

A total of ten arenas were built on the martial arts field, enough for twenty people to compete on the same stage, which greatly shortened the competition schedule. Otherwise, it would probably take at least ten days or half a month to complete the first round of preliminary competitions.

After all, these cultivators were still young, and most of them were at the first or second level of Qi training. They also had little experience in fighting, and there were only a few spells that came and went, and the winners were soon determined one after another.

Watching their clumsy performance in the competition, Song Changsheng shook his head slightly and said, "They still have too little experience in fighting. The family should pay more attention to these aspects in the future and cultivate their combat awareness from an early age.

This way, when they reach adulthood and undergo actual combat trials, their chances of survival will be higher.”

There are more or less casualties in the Song family's annual practical trials. Song Changsheng believes that this is related to the overly comfortable environment they have lived in since childhood.

Flowers in the greenhouse cannot withstand strong winds and waves.

Song Changan smiled bitterly and said, "Sparring is a common thing, but sparring is different from actual combat. Most of them are just a little bit, and after a long time, it becomes a formality. Now it basically has no effect."

After hearing this, Song Changsheng thought for a moment and realized that he really couldn't be blamed. The Song family rules had extremely harsh punishments for harming fellow members of the same family, so everyone was restrained during the sparring, for fear of hurting each other.

In this way, the competition became a routine, and the two of them just made some random gestures to fool around, and they could not achieve the effect they wanted at all.

But if you say to relax restrictions and encourage fighting among the same ethnic group, that would be even worse.

Fists and kicks have no eyes, and blood is common. Not everyone is so magnanimous and can just laugh it off. Over time, a lot of conflicts are bound to accumulate.

For a family, the most feared thing is discord among the same clan members.

The Song family is not the kind of family that only cares about the strong. If they are not united, they will not be far from collapse.

After thinking for a while, Song Changsheng turned to Song Luzhou and said, "Fifth Uncle, has the reform of the clan school come to any conclusion?"

Hearing him suddenly ask about this, Song Luzhou couldn't help but be a little surprised, but still nodded and said: "Yes, we can learn from the model of the academy and classify the clan studies more carefully, train the clan members until they are 30 years old, and those who fail to break through the foundation before the age of 30 will be sent out to manage the family industry.

Clan members who have reached the foundation building stage before the age of 30 will no longer be granted the position of elders, but will be transferred to core clan members. Core clan members will enjoy more generous resources and be qualified as candidates for elders. "

"I have an idea."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Song Luzhou immediately became interested.

"The method of letting the younger generations of the clan spar with each other to improve their combat awareness and skills is no longer feasible, so I decided to put some external pressure on them."

"External pressure, you mean... the academy?"

"Yes, I want to create a competitive relationship between the clan school and the college."

Song Luzhou pondered for a moment and found that this method was not bad. Instead of forcing them to fight with their own people, it would be better to let them fight with outsiders. Maybe it could make them more united.

"That's a good idea. I'll think about it after the competition is over."

Seeing that he agreed, Song Changsheng smiled and turned around to continue watching the competition.

At this time, the preliminary round of the Group A monks was almost over. A total of forty-six people participated, and twenty-three successfully advanced to the next round. They were all taken aside to rest. There would be a second round in an hour.

Naturally, they couldn't just sit there and wait during their rest time, so Song Luzhou called up Group B. Group B had much more people, more than a hundred people, and was made up of monks aged thirteen to seventeen.

Song Youfu and Song Youlin were among them.

Song Youfu was assigned to the first round. He was not nervous and walked onto the stage with a swagger.

He had not been following Song Xianming all these years in vain. Although he was not as talented as Song Youlin, who had achieved the great perfection of Qi training at the age of sixteen, he had already reached the seventh level of Qi training, which was almost the same as Song Changsheng's level at the beginning.

But in order not to attract attention, he took the initiative to suppress himself to the sixth level of Qi training. Even so, there were not many cultivators in Group B who could compete with him.

So he was quite confident at this moment, and felt like he was looking down on everyone else.

Just as he was thinking about his acceptance speech, his opponent came up.

After taking a look, Song Youfu frowned and muttered in a low voice: "Why is she a woman?"

Although his voice was low, the monks' hearing was very sensitive. The girl raised her eyebrows and shouted, "Song Youdie, please teach me!"

...(End of chapter)