Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Song Youdie was the first to give his name, and without waiting for Song Youfu to react, he summoned a magic sword with a cold and sharp glow and stabbed it towards Song Youfu's chest.

"Oh my god, this little bitch has no moral principles."

With a strange cry, Song Youfu tapped his toes and immediately retreated lightly. Song Youdie pressed forward with a sword in hand, but the tip of the sword always maintained a safe distance of about one foot from Song Youfu.

"It's a bit slow. Come on, go faster." Song Youfu said jokingly.

Seeing this, Song Youdie knew that she was being fooled by Song Youfu. She couldn't help feeling ashamed and angry for a moment. The spiritual power in her body surged, and her speed suddenly increased dramatically. While she quickly rushed forward, she turned her wrist and changed the magic sword from stabbing to sweeping.

Feeling the cold air released from the magic sword, Song Youfu only felt a layer of goose bumps on his neck.

At this moment, he finally had a clearer understanding of the strength of the girl in front of him. He immediately put away his contempt, made a hand seal and placed it in front of him, and an elliptical spiritual power barrier took shape instantly.

The magic sword slashed on the spiritual barrier, just like hitting an extremely elastic bubble, and sank deeply into it.

Song Youfu grinned, and a six-sided copper mace appeared in his hand. Without waiting for Song Youdie to react, he smashed it towards her shoulder.

The bronze mace was powerful and heavy. If he succeeded, Song Youdie would at least lose one arm.

"Ding!"

In a flash, the sword in her hand changed from sweeping horizontally to thrusting upwards, pushing away the six-sided bronze mace. At the same time, she used her body skills to immediately retreat, intending to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

Song Youfu naturally would not give up this rare opportunity. He quickly approached her position.

Seeing that he was as difficult to get rid of as a dog-skin plaster, Song Youdie had to turn around and fight him again. The strength displayed by the two men was almost the same. For a while, it was difficult to tell the winner.

On the judges' bench, Song Luzhou looked at the two people fighting hard on the stage, and couldn't help but stroke his beard and chuckled, "Among the underage cultivators of the 'You' generation in the family, only three have been designated as foundation-building seeds in advance, and Youdie is one of them. His swordsmanship is sharp, and each move is quick and decisive. He often sparred with others, and his strength should not be underestimated.

Although Youfu is superior to her in realm, he has suppressed her cultivation. They are both at the sixth level of Qi training now, and it is still unknown who will win in the end."

Song Changsheng was quite interested when he heard this and said, "Are you talking about the three young men with the name 'You' who are known as the two dragons and one tiger in the clan school?"

"Oh? I didn't expect that the clan leader had also heard of them. Yes, it's those three people, who are ranked top three in the clan school." Song Luzhou nodded with a smile.

"I've heard a little bit about it, but I don't know which one of the two dragons and one tiger this Song Youdie is?"

“Hahaha, if I hadn’t told you, you would never have guessed it.”

"Uncle Wu, please stop keeping us in suspense."

"Song Youdie is the crazy tiger among the two dragons and one tiger."

Song Changsheng was stunned for a moment. He had never thought about it in this regard. Although Song Youdie had a slightly impatient temper, he had nothing to do with the name "Mad Tiger", right?

While he was stunned, the competition between the two had entered a white-hot stage.

After all, Song Youfu was a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training. Even though his cultivation was suppressed, he still took the initiative little by little and firmly suppressed Song Youdie.

Having gained the upper hand, Song Youfu was no longer panicked, and began to speak dishonestly: "The little girl's strength is not that good, no wonder she had to launch a sneak attack."

"Watch your mouth!" Song Youdie raised her eyebrows, a fire burning in her chest. She hated Song Youfu's frivolous attitude.

"What? You did it and I'm not allowed to talk about it. What a character." Song Youfu curled his lips with a look of disdain.

Seeing his attitude, Song Youdie, who had been suppressing herself, completely exploded.

"die!"

The anger in Song Youdie's chest burst out instantly. She completely gave up on defense at this moment, and used her left shoulder to block Song Youfu's mace, successfully turning the situation around.

Attack, attack, attack!

She abandoned all her skills and just kept attacking and charging. The sword in her hand was faster and faster than the other, dazzling the eyes. All of them were aimed at the vital points. Her eyes revealed a madness that disregarded all consequences. She was completely different from before.

Even though Song Youfu's realm was slightly higher, he was still unable to withstand such a crazy Song Youdie. The opponent was completely fighting with injury for injury and life for life.

He had been in the mountains for many years, and had only been able to spar with Song Youlin. Although he was beaten badly every time, he would just stop when the time was right. He had never met such a crazy opponent.

At this moment, he had completely lost the initiative. Song Youdie was obviously more injured, but he was the one who was unilaterally suppressed. It could be said that the situation had changed and he was suffering terribly.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng in the audience finally understood why Song Youdie was called "Crazy Tiger" by his classmates. Once he let go completely, he would just ignore everything and his fighting power would skyrocket.

Even he had to be extremely cautious when facing such an opponent, not to mention Song Youfu who lacked practical experience. He could already foresee that he would be eliminated in the first round.

"Working in isolation is ultimately inferior. No matter how good the materials are, if they are not tempered, they will eventually become mediocre." Song Changsheng couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

The first actual combat in the life of a Song family monk is basically the actual combat trial held when he reaches adulthood. After passing the trial, he will be qualified to travel down the mountain.

At this stage, if they face off against independent cultivators of the same age, they will often suffer a great loss. Experience is one aspect, but the most important thing is that they are not as ruthless as the other party. Once the other party starts to fight for their lives, they will easily lose their composure.

This is the case now, and in the future the family will have to support them until they are thirty years old, so this phenomenon will inevitably become more serious.

Hearing Song Changsheng's sigh, Song Xianming smiled and said, "Don't think too much. There are gains and losses. Family cultivators and independent cultivators are different after all. You can't look at them by the standards of independent cultivators.

Youfu's performance is remarkable, and it is already very good among his peers, but his attitude needs to be corrected. He actually looked down on the person he was fighting against because he was a woman. If he lets it go, he will suffer a great loss. "

Song Changsheng nodded in agreement and said, "Grandpa is right. This problem is really unacceptable. Let Youdie teach him a lesson for you and me. Beating him will be more convincing than any words."

Just as he finished speaking, Song Youfu's chest was cut by the sword. The blood instantly dyed his clothes red, and he grimaced in pain.

But he didn't care about much and rolled over to dodge, barely avoiding the sweep of the sword in Song Youdie's hand. Seeing her pressing forward step by step, Song Youfu couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Just when he was about to release the restrictions on his cultivation, a voice came to his ears: "Since you look down on women, then defeat her fairly at the same level. You have enjoyed the best resources of the family since you were a child. If you can't even do this, I will find a time to throw you off the mountain."

Song Youfu was stunned and looked towards the judges' table, and found that Song Changsheng was staring at him.

He gritted his teeth and said viciously: "I don't believe I can't cure you!" "Come!"

Song Youfu was injured and became ruthless. Under the stimulation of hormones in his body, he was no longer restrained as before. He dared to risk his life for a woman. There was no reason for him, a grown man, to be less courageous than a woman!

Under the influence of this kind of thought, Song Youfu gradually relaxed and exchanged injuries with Song Youdie. You stabbed me with a sword and I hit you with a mace. This frightened the young tribesmen in the audience who had not yet gone on stage to compete.

The two of them have already gone beyond the realm of competition and are almost fighting each other to death.

"click"

Song Youfu smashed Song Youdie's left arm with his mace. The sound of broken bones was clearly audible, making everyone present's scalp numb.

"This should be almost over now, right?" This was the thought that popped up in the minds of everyone in the audience.

For a Qigong practitioner, a fracture is already a serious injury. The pain is one thing, but the key is that it will greatly affect the combat effectiveness. Song Youdie is a woman, so she should retreat when she sees difficulty. She can't really sacrifice the rest of her life for a competition.

Everyone thought so, even Song Changsheng and others felt that the battle was almost over.

It was in this situation that Song Youdie made a choice that surprised everyone. After being hit by the six-sided bronze mace, her body only shook slightly, and then she endured the pain and raised her sword to continue fighting with Song Youfu. The madness in her eyes was terrifying.

"Fuck, you're crazy!"

Song Youfu was horrified. He never expected that the other party would still hold him tightly even though his left humerus was broken.

Song Youdie pursed her lips and said nothing, just kept attacking, but her face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The two fought for more than ten rounds. Just when Song Changsheng was considering whether to stop the competition, Song Youfu took advantage of the flaw that the opponent accidentally exposed due to his injury and stabbed Song Youdie in the chest with his mace.

He originally thought that the other party would be afraid to attack, but Song Youdie didn't care and stabbed him in the shoulder with a sword. In an instant, blood splattered and his shoulder was pierced through.

At the same time, his six-sided bronze mace also hit Song Youdie. The blow was so heavy that Song Youdie vomited blood and flew backwards, and even his magic sword fell out of his hand.

Seeing Song Youdie staggering and struggling to stand up, Song Youfu said angrily, "Are you going to die? It's just a competition. Is it necessary to fight so hard? If I hadn't held back, you would be dead by now, don't you know?"

Song Youdie reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. The madness in her eyes had been covered up. She said coldly, "Don't you look down on women? I just want you to know that women can hurt people with swords. Even if it means death, I can bite a piece of your flesh off!"

Hearing that it was because of this reason, Song Youfu wanted to slap himself twice. Why was he so rude? If he hadn't said that, he would have been easily defeated by now, right?
Now that’s good, I almost got strung together like a candied haws stick.

Song Youfu regretted his decision so much that he felt like crying but had no tears.

Seeing that Song Youdie had no intention of giving up, he quickly said, "Apologize, I apologize to you, okay? I will never look down on women again. I am convinced, really convinced."

Seeing this, Song Youdie stopped, rolled his eyes, and fell down staggeringly.

"I'm going, you can't die."

Song Youfu was horrified and rushed forward regardless of his own injuries. If someone died, his life would be ruined.

After trying to feel his breath, he found that everything was normal, he was just unconscious. Song Youfu then breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and pulled the sword out with his hand holding the hilt, gritted his teeth.

The brutality of this battle was beyond everyone's expectations, but Song Youdie's reasons for insisting moved everyone present.

Although favoring boys over girls is not popular in the world of cultivation, it is an indisputable fact that female cultivators are at a disadvantage in the world of cultivation.

Just look at the Jindan cultivators standing at the top of the Da Qi cultivation world and you will know. Among the six Jindan True Immortals, there is only one female, True Immortal Bai Yan from the Tianmai Sect.

If we count the Purple Mansion cultivators in various sects, there are far more men than women.

Therefore, many people in the cultivation world have opinions about female cultivators. Song Youfu is one of them, and he is influenced by family reasons.

His father was a typical example of a group of monks who discriminated against female monks, including his wife.

Song Youfu was taken to the mountains at the age of eight, and his condition did not develop to such an extreme level, but he still had some thoughts in his heart.

But today Song Youdie taught him a good lesson: a woman with a sword can also hurt people.

Seeing that the dust had settled, Song Luzhou also stood up. He first ordered people to take the two people on the stage away for treatment, and then announced to everyone: "Song Youfu won this battle, and Song Youdie performed outstandingly. After our jury unanimously voted, we will give him a first-class top-grade magic sword and 500 family contribution points as encouragement."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

"Can I get a reward if I lose?"

"It seems that what the notice said is true. As long as you perform well in this competition, you may receive family rewards regardless of whether you win or lose."

"A first-grade top-grade magic sword must require at least 700 or 800 contribution points, right?" someone said enviously.

"If you perform like this, you can definitely get it."

……

If you can get such a generous reward even if you lose, what's more important if you win?
Thinking of this, all the monks present were ready to go, vowing to be in their best condition to deal with this competition.

Those monks who originally had no hope of getting a place suddenly became energized and their fighting spirit was rekindled.

Song Changsheng, sitting on the judges' panel, looked at this scene and nodded secretly. This was exactly the effect he wanted. In previous family competitions, only the cultivators ranked in the top ten or top hundred could receive rewards.

This resulted in many monks who had outstanding performances but unfortunately lost due to their lack of cultivation becoming the foils of others.

It would be fine if it happened once or twice, but after several times, no one had any enthusiasm because they knew that only those with strong cultivation would win the prize.

But now it’s different, as long as you have outstanding performance, the family will not ignore your existence!

...(End of chapter)