Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Hearing the old man's words, Song Changsheng's smile froze on his face, and he frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean, fellow Taoist?"

The old man drooped his eyelids and replied calmly: "The eldest lady is not seeing guests these days, so please go back, fellow Taoist."

The other party's words were full of dissuasion, and even his attitude became cold. Song Changsheng's intuition told him that things might not be that simple.

Moreover, he had come all the way here, so he naturally would not retreat just because of the other party's light words. He took a step forward and insisted:
"I am a guest official recruited by the eldest lady. We have been friends for many years. I would like to trouble you to inform the eldest lady on my behalf. If the eldest lady does not want to see me, I will leave immediately."

“I’ve already said that the young lady doesn’t see guests!
If you want to come to the inner city, I welcome you. If you want to see the young lady, I advise you not to waste your energy. I am also kindly reminding you that even if you enter this gate, you still cannot see her without the young lady's handwritten order."

The old man's face was already showing a hint of anger at this moment. More and more monks in black robes appeared on the city wall, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng had no choice but to take out the jade token that Peng Siying gave him.

After seeing clearly what was in his hand, the old man on the tower was immediately shocked: "This is the young lady's waist badge, why is it in your hand!"

"Song has already said that the young lady and I are old friends. I hope you can do me a favor and send someone to report this on my behalf."

Song Changsheng's expression was indifferent. Although the situation was tense, his voice was still sonorous and powerful, neither humble nor arrogant.

On the city wall, the old man's expression was uncertain. After a while, he waved his hand gently, and the black-robed monks who had appeared before suddenly disappeared again.

The atmosphere on the scene became harmonious again.

The old man's attitude softened a bit. "Since you have the young lady's badge, I can have someone inform you, but I have to say in advance that if the young lady doesn't see you, you need to leave immediately."

"Of course. Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist." Song Changsheng responded with a bow.

Without waiting too long, a familiar figure appeared on the city wall, followed by the old man with whom he had previously talked.

The woman was dressed in green. She glanced at Song Changsheng and frowned, "Who are you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the old man's expression changed instantly, and his eyes looking at Song Changsheng suddenly became sharp.

Song Changsheng reached out his hand and stroked his face, revealing his true appearance immediately. He smiled and said, "Daoist Qingluan, it has been several decades since we last met in Chixiao City. Is Daoist Peng doing well these days?"

"So it really is you." Qingluan's brows relaxed, and she nodded to the old man and said, "Elder Jun, this person is indeed Miss's good friend, please let him go."

Hearing this, the old man was not surprised at all. As Peng Siying's close attendant, the fact that Qingluan could make this trip in person was enough to explain the problem, not to mention that the other party had the eldest lady's badge in her hand.

With a wave of his hand, the gate made of meteorite iron rumbled up with the efforts of several foundation-building monks.

When Song Changsheng walked into the city, Qingluan was already waiting for him in front.

"Don't ask too many questions, don't look too much, just follow me."

After saying this, Qingluan turned around and walked forward.

Song Changsheng had long been accustomed to her cold attitude, so he didn't waste any words and quickly took steps to catch up with her, while looking around.

Compared to the outer city, the inner city is much quieter. There are no more tightly packed shops and a dazzling array of goods. Instead, there are solemn palaces and tall pavilions. The golden glazed tiles reflect dazzling light under the sunlight, revealing an indescribable nobility everywhere.

There were very few pedestrians on the street, except for the patrol team wearing black robes and iron masks. There were only a few people who saluted or avoided Qingluan from a distance after seeing her, and at the same time cast curious or scrutinizing glances at Song Changsheng.

The two of them walked in silence as they soon arrived at an elegant and unique attic, where a figure in a fiery red dress came up to them.

Before Song Changsheng could even open his mouth to greet her, Hong Luan came up and said bluntly, "The lady didn't give you her badge to use as a bully, especially in public. Do you know how much trouble this will bring to the lady?"

"Sister." Qingluan pulled Hongluan's sleeve and shook her head slightly.

Hong Luan glared at Song Changsheng fiercely and said, "Don't do it again next time."

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the attic.

Qingluan looked at Song Changsheng apologetically and said, "Too many things have happened recently. I am a little anxious and angry. Don't take what I said just now to heart."

"It's okay. This is not the first time that Song has dealt with Fellow Daoist Hongluan. I can understand that." Song Changsheng didn't care about Hongluan's attitude. Whether her attitude was good or bad, it made no difference to him, and it couldn't generate any benefit at all.

The two of them walked up to the attic together and came to an ancient carved wooden door. Qingluan said softly, "Miss, Elder Song is here."

A crisp voice came from behind the door: "Please let him in."

"squeak"

Qingluan pushed open the wooden door and made a "please" gesture to Song Changsheng.

"Thank you, Brother Qingluan." Song Changsheng bowed and walked into the room.

The layout of the room was as simple as ever. On the left was a bookshelf with neatly stacked jade slips of various colors, and on the right were only a few pots of spiritual plants of varying heights.

The center is separated by a screen embroidered with white cranes, and in front of it there is a small incense burner. Wisps of purple smoke rise from the small holes above the cover, bringing with them a faint fragrance that is refreshing.

"Ambergris." Song Changsheng's mouth twitched slightly. This thing only costs one penny for ten thousand low-grade spirit stones. It is usually used to assist Purple Mansion monks in their practice, but Peng Siying used it as incense.

"Why don't you come in, Brother Song? Do you want to reminisce with me through the screen?"

Hearing this, Song Changsheng smiled and said, "I was mainly shocked by Brother Peng's handwriting."

After walking around the screen, the two met again after more than ten years.

More than a decade has left no trace on Peng Siying's body. Her skin has even become whiter. She is sitting on the ground in a light blue dress. Something is being cooked in a clay stove on the low table in front of her. She is fanning herself gently with a small fan in her hand.

"Congratulations to Brother Peng for reaching the realm of Purple Mansion."

Peng Siying rolled her eyes at him when she heard that, then stopped what she was doing and said, "What's there to be happy about? You're already in the middle stage of Purple Mansion."

"It's naturally gratifying to see your cultivation improve." Song Changsheng came and sat down opposite Peng Siying, picked up the small fan she had just put down and fanned it gently.

Peng Siying curled her lips and said, "You'd better wait until I break through to the Jindan stage before you congratulate me." In the Wanlong Chamber of Commerce, a Purple Mansion cultivator is indeed nothing. Only a Jindan cultivator can have the right to speak. As the only legitimate daughter of the Peng family, she wants to take over the Wanlong Chamber of Commerce in the future. The Jindan stage cultivation is only the lowest standard, and her pressure is also unusually great.

Fortunately, she has no shortage of resources, and as long as the cost is not spared, even if it means piling them up, we can pile them up for her.

Song Changsheng placed the waist badge Peng Siying had given him on the table and said, "I encountered some minor setbacks when entering the city, so I had to borrow your name to help. Now it's time to return it to its original owner."

"Jun Lao is my man. There are too many people who want to see me these days. I am very annoyed. So I asked Jun Lao to stop them for me. If you don't take out this badge, he won't let you go.

You keep the badge, it's useless to me anyway, but I can use it occasionally in your hand." Peng Siying said calmly.

Song Changsheng was a little surprised when he heard this. Peng Siying's words were equivalent to telling him clearly that he could use her name when necessary when he was out there. This was completely different from before.

As the only heir to the Bandung Chamber of Commerce, her words are of great value, especially in the territory of Sifang City, it is simply a king bomb.

Perhaps seeing Song Changsheng's surprise, Peng Siying smiled and said, "Are you surprised? Don't think too much, it's just a little reward for you."

"Return?" Song Changsheng suddenly had an idea: "Could it be..."

"Yes, it is the Jinxuan Grotto!"

Peng Siying immediately became a little excited, and sent a message to Song Changsheng: "After you told me last time, I immediately took people to investigate, but didn't find anything at that time.

Later, after I returned home, I told my father about this. Don't worry, I didn't tell him that you told me the news.

After hearing about this, my father took the matter very seriously and personally led people to visit.

Your guess is correct. True Lord Yu Shu did leave a legacy in the Jinxuan Grottoes, and it is the most crucial part!

Although I am not interested in these inheritances, because of this contribution, my father promised never to interfere in my marriage again. You really helped me a lot.

It's a pity that you didn't let me tell you the source of the information, otherwise my father would definitely give you unimaginable rewards. "

Song Changsheng was only slightly shocked for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal. When he talked about this matter, he was 70% sure in his mind, so he was not surprised by the news.

He smiled and said, "I was just guessing at the time, but I didn't expect that I would be right. Congratulations on your freedom of marriage, it's a cause for celebration."

Peng Siying was originally looking forward to Song Changsheng's performance, but she didn't expect it to be so bland, as if she had expected it. This made her feel a little frustrated, and she asked, "That's the inheritance of Yuanying Zhenjun, aren't you tempted at all?"

"It would be a lie to say I wasn't moved, but I didn't have the ability or the time at the time, which meant that I had no chance to get this treasure. Since I have no chance, I should just keep a normal mind. This is a good chance for me to repay the favor you did me."

"You are really free and easy, anyone else would be pissed to death.

Don't talk about favors. I just gave you a sign at that time. In fact, I owe you a favor. You don't know to what extent I was forced into. Because of you, I am free, and freedom is priceless to me.

Whatever you want this time, just ask for it. This will be your compensation. I cannot reveal the Nascent Soul inheritance to you, but I will definitely give you some money or resources."

Peng Siying looked at Song Changsheng with expectation. The debt of favor is the hardest to repay, and she doesn't want to keep owing favors to others.

Song Changsheng shook his head slightly and said, "It may be a casual thing for you, but for me, you saved my fiancée's life. This kindness is priceless."

Peng Siying was somewhat moved when she heard this: "I had forgotten, how is your fiancée now?"

"Not bad." The smile on Song Changsheng's face was a little forced.

Seeing this, Peng Siying was very tactful and did not ask any more questions: "If you need anything, just ask. As long as I can do it, I will do my best."

"Thank you for your kindness, fellow Taoist. I don't need anything for now."

The Bandung Chamber of Commerce might have a way to speed up the fusion of spirit and soul, but the matter was of great importance and he did not want to arouse any unnecessary suspicion.

Peng Siying did not insist. She waved her hand and took out two thin wine cups, picked up the hot purple clay pot on the clay stove, poured a cup and placed it in front of Song Changsheng, saying:
"You came at the right time. This is the first basket of green plums I picked this year. They are full of spiritual energy and big in size. After giving some away, I used the rest to make wine. This is the first pot. Come and try how it tastes."

Song Changsheng picked up the wine cup, took a sip and said, "Very good."

Peng Siying couldn't help but smile and said, "I thought you were going to give a long speech."

"I can't help it. My literary talent is limited. If you want to listen, I can recite one for you."

"No, I'm almost tired of hearing these words, it's better to be brief."

Although they haven't seen each other for many years and their status and position are very different, the two of them did not show their identities or falsehood at all, and talked about everything under the guise of green plum wine.

After the pot of wine was finished, Peng Siying asked Song Changsheng why he came this time.

Song Changsheng pointed at the unburned charcoal in the clay stove and asked, "What kind of spiritual charcoal did you use to cook wine, fellow Taoist?"

"Of course it's [Golden Wire Charcoal]." Peng Siying said as a matter of course.

"How much is it worth?"

"In Sifang City, one pound of [Golden Wire Charcoal] costs at least twenty or so low-grade spirit stones. When the supply is low, it is common to sell it for thirty or forty spirit stones."

Peng Siying seems to be out of touch, but in fact she knows the market information very well. After all, she will take over the Chamber of Commerce in the future. She can slack off, but she cannot be completely ignorant of the market.

"Why, you want to buy [Golden Wire Charcoal]?
By the way, you are also a master of refining, but you don’t have to go all the way to Sifang City just to buy some spiritual charcoal, right? "

Song Changsheng smiled and shook his head, "I don't want to buy [Golden Wire Charcoal], I want to sell [Golden Wire Charcoal], so I came to see you specially."

"You want to sell it?" Peng Siying looked at him in surprise and said, "I remember that the Great Qi Cultivation World doesn't seem to produce [Golden Wire Charcoal], do you have a lot of it?"

"Fellow Taoist, please take a look."

As he spoke, Song Changsheng handed the [Golden Wire Charcoal] he brought to Peng Siying: "I have a stable supply of goods and can guarantee the quality. What I lack now is a reliable sales channel. I wonder if the Chamber of Commerce is interested in doing this business with me?"

...(End of chapter)