Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Song Youbai and others came to the General Affairs Hall under the leadership of Song Qingqing.

"I have some important matters to attend to at the Baiyi Hall. You all should wait quietly here for the summons. Do not move around or make loud noises. If you are caught by the patrolling deacons, you will suffer."

"Yes, sir. We respectfully send Elder Qing off." Song Youbai and others hurriedly saluted.

Song Qingqing gave them a warning look, then left the General Affairs Hall with her hands behind her back.

After she left, the atmosphere in the hall fell into silence.

Song Youbai looked at the taciturn Song Youping, and then at Song Qingyu who had been looking down at his toes. He had to suppress the urge to speak to lighten the atmosphere, and sat on the wooden chair, playing with his fingers bored.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Song Youxiang writing and drawing on a piece of yellow paper. Curious, he immediately went over and found that she was drawing some kind of talisman.

"Hey, come on, you don't even want to waste such a short time?
Okay, you are the first in the talisman group, so it is normal for you to work harder, otherwise you won’t be able to leave everyone else behind. But we are about to meet the clan leader, and it would not be polite to do this.

You see, I don’t even dare to speak loudly…”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked at him speechlessly.

Song Youbai was unaware of this and continued talking non-stop.

Song Youxiang, who was originally immersed in drawing talismans, looked at him helplessly. She originally didn't want to pay attention to him, but who knew that this guy was so secretive and would talk endlessly once he started.

In order not to be further influenced by him, she had to explain in a whisper: "This is the task assigned to me by the clan leader. It shouldn't offend the clan leader..."

"So that's how it is. I didn't expect the clan leader would specifically assign you a task. By the way, when did this happen? You actually met the clan leader alone. That's so cool."

"I... just met him by chance in the Sutra Library." Song Youxiang subconsciously sat a little further away. This guy had no... um... sense of boundaries.

"Alas, why don't I have such good luck? It's really unfair. Where did you meet the tribe leader?"

"I'm……"

"Oh, you said it was in the Sutra Library. Oh, I don't go to the Sutra Library once a year. No wonder I don't run into the clan leader. It seems that I have to go to the Sutra Library more often in the future..."

Song Changsheng, who arrived late, immediately frowned when he heard his words. He was not the one who refreshed regularly in the Sutra Library.

"Cough cough."

After coughing twice to show his presence, Song Changsheng came to the first seat and sat down, saying, "I'm a little late. Please take a seat."

Hearing this, Song Youbai silently withdrew his feet that were already on the seat and sat back in his seat obediently, like a completely different person from before.

"See the clan leader."

Everyone withdrew from the farce just now and saluted Song Changsheng in unison.

"Relax a little. I called you here today just to find an opportunity to talk to you alone. Youbai first..."

Song Changsheng was about to point his finger at Song Youbai, but when he thought of the fact that his words were like the endless flow of the river, he felt a headache.

Then he turned his finger and pointed at Song Youxiang beside him.

"Youxiang, you go first."

"Ah, me...me?" Song Youxiang was a little at a loss.

"Yes."

Song Changsheng turned and walked into a secret room at the side. Amid the envious gazes of the crowd, Song Youxiang hurriedly followed him.

"Clan leader."

"This isn't the first time we've met. Don't be nervous. I'm just asking you a few questions."

"I…I'm ready."

"Do you trust me?"

"what?"

Song Youxiang originally thought that she was prepared, but Song Changsheng's first question left her confused.

After realizing what was happening, Song Youxiang answered without hesitation: "Of course I trust the clan leader, and all the clan members trust you."

"Well, relax and leave everything to me."

Song Youxiang slowly closed her eyes. She only felt a strange force acting on her body. In her mind, all the memories of the past flashed quickly.

She saw sarcasm, ridicule, encouragement... cherish...

All kinds of past events emerged one after another.

Unconsciously, a layer of mist had appeared in his eyes.

"All right."

Song Changsheng's voice sounded in her ears. She opened her eyes, feeling a little confused.

“You are very talented in the art of talismans, but your family can no longer provide much help for your growth. You need a master of talismans to teach you.

Master Jiang Shuming of Baicaotang and I are old acquaintances. He once told me that he was looking for a disciple to inherit his mantle, but Baicaotang is known for its alchemy, and he has been searching for a long time but has not been able to find one.

I have already communicated with him through correspondence. If you are interested, you can go directly to Mengzhou. Master Jiang can accept you as a registered disciple.

Although he is a registered disciple, he will teach you everything he knows for my sake. What do you think?" Song Changsheng said in a gentle voice.

Hearing this, Song Youxiang panicked, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said hurriedly: "Patriarch, I won't leave the family, please don't chase me away."

Song Changsheng smiled gently and said, "As long as you don't want to leave, no one can drive you away. You are just a nominal disciple and will not enter Baicaotang. The art of talismans is not inherited by Baicaotang. Baicaotang has no right to interfere with your stay or departure, unless Jiang Shuming is unwilling to let you go.

Of course, if he doesn't let you go, I will come to your house and ask for you personally."

His voice was calm, but to Song Youxiang's ears it revealed an indescribable arrogance.

"I……"

She still hesitated.

As a talisman master, she had naturally heard of Jiang Shuming's name. Among the several talisman masters in the Da Qi cultivation world, he was ranked among the top three.

How many people dream of becoming his disciple.

However, she didn't want to leave her family, after all, this was her root.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng couldn't help but said seriously: "The family needs not only a talisman master, but a talisman master. Only in this way, the family will not be controlled by others in the way of talismans. Are you willing to take on this heavy responsibility?" Hearing this, Song Youxiang was refreshed, and his flashing eyes gradually became firm: "I can."

"Okay, go down and get ready. Tell me when you're ready and I'll take you there myself."

Song Youxiang hesitated for a moment and said, "I've almost finished the first-level talisman collection you asked me to revise. Let's set off after we finish it."

"Okay, you go down first. Don't tell anyone about this. Also, call Qingyu in."

"As ordered."

Watching her leaving, Song Changsheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he said softly: "Yun'er, the following procedures are almost the same, can you hold on?"

"When they are completely relaxed, it doesn't seem like much of a burden to me. It's still within my tolerance range. It's just..."

"what happened?"

"I just don't understand why you are so cautious this time and even check their past memories. Do you not trust them?"

This was obviously a bit offensive, but Song Changsheng was not angry with his son. He shook his head and explained, "You should know that I don't want to doubt any of my clan members out of thin air.

But sometimes, this is unavoidable. They are the elite of the younger generation of the family and are the focus of training. I cannot take any chances and must ensure that they are completely loyal to the family. This is my responsibility as the patriarch. "

"I understand, father." Song Qingyun nodded and disappeared behind the scenes again.

At this time, Song Qingyu also walked in. Compared to the silent and introverted Song Youxiang, she seemed much more lively. After entering, she saluted gracefully and said, "Niece greets Uncle Jiu."

Song Changsheng couldn't help but smile a little more. Song Qingyu was the granddaughter of his seventh uncle. Compared with other people, their relationship was closer, just like Song Qingxi.

"Don't be shy, sit down and remember to relax."

Although Song Qingyu was a little confused when he heard this, he still did as he said.

Song Qingyun, who was hiding behind the screen, used the same trick again and used his special dream-making ability to lead Song Qingyu's soul into the dream, and then guided her to recall everything about herself, so as to obtain her memory and achieve the same effect as soul-searching, but the means were more gentle and would not cause any effect on her.

Song Changsheng also indirectly checked Song Qingyu's memory through the dream he copied. After confirming that there was no problem, he called out softly, "Qingyu."

Song Qingyu suddenly woke up, stuck out her tongue coquettishly and said, "Uncle Jiu? I'm sorry, I was distracted just now."

"It's okay. I just wanted to chat with you."

“I have consulted relevant classics and found that the reason why you have such a high success rate in making pills is probably because your own spiritual power far exceeds that of ordinary people.

During the alchemy process, you minimized the loss of elixirs to the greatest extent, so you were able to make six or even eight pills from one furnace of materials. As an alchemist, you should know better than me what such a high success rate means.

It is precisely because you have such extraordinary talent that the family decided to train you, and this is also the reason why you were called here today."

Song Qingyu said a little embarrassedly: "But... the quality of the pills I made is very poor. What use will such pills have even if I make more of them?"

“It’s not your fault that the pills you made are of poor quality, or it’s not entirely your fault.

Ordinary alchemists can only produce three or five pills in one furnace, and their spiritual power is only concentrated on these few pills, and all other medicinal power is discarded. Naturally, the quality of the pills is higher.

Although there may seem to be little difference between making five or eight pills, it is actually a huge burden on your spiritual consciousness, so there will inevitably be some differences in details. But even so, you can still successfully refine it, which means that the power of your spiritual consciousness may have exceeded our imagination.

In view of this situation, we have prepared three improvement plans for you.

First, taking elixirs that enhance spiritual awareness regularly would result in a greater improvement, and the family can now afford it, but the upper limit is low, so the Elders' Council ultimately decided on it as an auxiliary plan.

Secondly, practice a technique that can enhance your spiritual awareness. The family has already found a technique suitable for you in the Sutra Library. This method will take the slowest to show results, but it is more stable and has a high upper limit. The elders of the Elders' Council basically support this plan.

The third plan was proposed by me, which is equivalent to a supplementary plan. "

As he spoke, Song Changsheng took out a two-inch-high glass bottle from his arms. Inside the bottle was a red lotus filled with golden flames, which was undulating up and down, flickering.

The moment this glass bottle appeared, the temperature in the room seemed to rise instantly.

"This is..." Song Qingyu's pupils were now completely occupied by the lotus in front of him, and his body stood up involuntarily.

“This is the fire of the [Red Lotus Golden Fire], which originally belonged to Chiyu of the Golden Crow Sect. He was defeated by me in the battle of fire, and I took his fire.

The properties of this spiritual fire are very suitable for you. It can greatly improve the quality of your pills and is completely sufficient in the early stages.

With these three methods, my Wangyue Song family may be able to produce an alchemy master or even an alchemy king." Song Changsheng said proudly, and he had high hopes for Song Qingyu.

"Can I...really?"

Faced with Song Changsheng's high hopes, even Song Qingyu felt a little unconfident at the moment.

Song Changsheng picked up the glass bottle in front of him and came to Song Qingyu, personally handed it to her, and said encouragingly: "I believe you can do it, the elders also believe you can do it, and I hope you can believe in yourself too."

Taking a deep breath, Song Qingyu nodded firmly and said, "Well, I will definitely not let Uncle Jiu and the elders down."

Song Changsheng reached out and patted her shoulder, as if to pass on his strength to her: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you need anything, just let us know. The family will do its best to support you."

"Also, you should prepare well in the next two days. The General Affairs Elder will help you refine the fire."

"Niece understands. Uncle Jiu, should we ask Youping or Xinyuan to come in next?"

"Why can't it be Youbai?" Song Changsheng raised his eyebrows.

"Because you showed it too obviously." Song Qingyu smiled faintly and walked out of the secret room.

Song Changsheng couldn't help but touch his nose and thought to himself, "Is it so obvious?"

After a while, Song Youping walked into the secret room. Looking at Song Changsheng in front of him, his heart was full of doubts.

He had observed the people who came today. Except for him and Song Xinyuan, all the others won first place in the competition.

Song Xinyuan comes from a branch of the family, so it is normal for him to be received by the patriarch because of his outstanding performance.

On the other hand, he was only the second in Group B and his performance was not very outstanding. No matter how you look at it, Song Youlin, who won the first place, was much more qualified than him.

This abnormal phenomenon made him feel a little uneasy.

While he was distracted, Song Changsheng was also quietly looking at him. After a moment, he chuckled and said, "You seem very nervous?"

Song Youping came back to his senses immediately, lowered his eyelids, avoided Song Changsheng's gaze and said: "My grandson has lost his composure, please forgive me, clan leader."

"It's okay. I just wanted to ask you where the mist that can block spiritual consciousness used in the competition came from?"

...(End of chapter)