Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

"Why is there no title of the city lord here?" Song Qingxi looked around, but did not find Mu Guibai's name on it.

Speaking of aptitude, Mu Guibai is definitely unique in the Da Qi cultivation world in the past thousand years, and is no worse than anyone mentioned above.

“Even if it is a list of geniuses, it is impossible to include all the geniuses in the four realms. This list is dispensable to the city lord.”

As soon as Song Qingyun said this, he immediately gained unanimous agreement from the others. Mu Guibai really did not need a monument to prove himself. He had created too many miracles in his life.

In the upper half of the list of geniuses, only Su Ding from the Da Qi cultivation world was on the list. Several people then turned their attention to the lower part. Compared with the upper part, this stone tablet was slightly smaller and also recorded one hundred names.

Ranked first among them is a new generation disciple of Haoyang Sect, one of the two major Jindan sects in Gusu's cultivation world. His name is Li Haochen. He was only 62 years old when he reached the top, making him the youngest Purple Mansion cultivator in Gusu's cultivation world. It only took him six quarters of an hour, and he was just a little bit away from entering the upper part of the Tianjiao list.

Looking further down, I saw a few familiar names, such as Su Ye from the Jinwu Sect, Liu Ruoxi from the Tianmai Sect, and Jian Mingchen from the Tianjian Sect. They were all outstanding young people in the Da Qi cultivation world, and except Jian Mingchen, they had all broken through to the Purple Mansion.

There is still no one from Luoxia City on the list, but no one will question the strength of Luoxia City because of this. They just feel a little regretful.

"I heard that all the names recorded on the list of geniuses will be praised in the four realms. If my name can be included in it, Xiaoxiao should be able to hear it too." Song Qingyun murmured softly.

Thanks to the story made up by Song Changsheng, Song Qingyun has completely accepted the "fact" that Su Xiaoxiao was taken away by someone, but he has no idea how or where to find her.

But from Song Qingli he got a solution that was not a solution, which was to become famous.

He kept getting stronger and more famous, until Su Xiaoxiao felt that he was qualified to take her away from those people. Only in this way would there be a possibility between them.

So, he came here.

He wants to reach the top, have his name written into the list of geniuses, and have it praised throughout the four realms!

During the short time they were viewing the stele, a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old among the people who had just entered the Dengtian Pavilion fell down the stairs in a miserable state, and fell to the door of the Dengtian Pavilion like a rolling gourd.

The crowd of onlookers booed and laughed at him. The bearded man said sarcastically, "He rolled down in just a quarter of an hour. This is the first time I've seen him. Maybe he got so exhausted by the girl from Chunxiangyuan last night that his legs became weak?"

Everyone burst into laughter at once. The young man was anxious and angry. Seeing that the one who spoke was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the young man dared not say anything. With the help of the old man in hemp clothes at the door, he stood up and left in a hurry with his head lowered.

The three of them watched the scene. Song Qingxi frowned slightly and said unhappily, "This person is so rude. Even if that person didn't perform well, he shouldn't be humiliated like this."

"The weak are always bullied wherever they are."

Song Qingyun had been training outside for several years and had seen many different kinds of people, so he was already accustomed to this scene.

No matter whether it is a casual cultivator or a sect disciple, no one will look at the weak in the eye.

Song Qingxing said nothing, but just gently stroked the hilt of the sword. He had a deeper understanding of this world than Song Qingyun.

"I know." Song Qingxi said a little disappointed.

They stood there and watched for a while, and the few people who had just entered gradually retreated. Most of them did not even walk the first hundred steps. Only one person walked two hundred steps and received a reward of twenty spirit stones.

"Is there anyone who wants to go up to the pavilion? It will be closed in half an hour." The old man in hemp clothes shouted this, but he had already taken out the token and was about to close the pavilion. After all, according to his experience, with the negative examples just now, it is very likely that no one will try again. It will make no difference whether the pavilion is closed earlier or later.

Unexpectedly, three young men walked out of the crowd at an inopportune time.

"Senior, we still have to go up to the pavilion."

The old man in hemp clothes paused, but when he saw that it was a pretty girl, his facial expression eased a little, and he nodded slightly and said, "You want to go up to the pavilion, right? Ten spirit stones per person, you can go in after paying."

"May I ask, Senior, are there any taboos in this?"

The old man in hemp clothes said impatiently: "There are no taboos except that you cannot use external force. You will naturally understand the rest when you walk up."

Seeing this, Song Qingxi didn't ask any more questions and took out thirty low-grade spirit stones and handed them over.

At this time, the bearded man's old illness relapsed and he started to mock again: "These rookies nowadays really don't believe in evil. They just got rid of a few weaklings and now they are eager to give money. They are really stupid and have a lot of money. Why don't you give it to me and live a carefree life..."

The big man was talking excitedly when he suddenly shuddered. His hair stood on end. He looked up and saw a man in a black robe standing opposite him with a sword in his hand.

His eyes were as deep as the night sky, reflecting the endless mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood. The sea of ​​blood mixed with bones spread towards him, and his nose seemed to have smelled the disgusting stench.

"Gudong."

The big man swallowed subconsciously, and cold sweat instantly wet his back.

"This is Sifang City, don't be impulsive." Song Qingxi gently pulled Song Qingxing's sleeve and said.

Song Qingxing nodded slightly, retracted his gaze, turned and walked towards Dengtian Pavilion.

The moment his eyes moved away, the big man could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. Ignoring the surprised looks of the people around him, he fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

After calming down a little, he looked forward again and found that the three people had already walked into the Dengtian Pavilion. Thinking of that look from before, his face was suddenly filled with fear.

He had never seen such a terrifying look, and he was sure that guy's hands were covered in blood.

The thought of having inadvertently provoked such a big enemy made me want to slap myself.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he got up from the ground and quickly left the scene.

Shortly after he left, a faint scream came from the direction he left...

The bearded man was just a small episode for Song Qingxi and others, and was forgotten about in the blink of an eye.

Entering the Dengtian Pavilion, a long spiral staircase appeared in front of them. The color of each hundred steps was slightly different, and the patterns became more intricate as they went up.

Song Qingxing was the first to step onto the stairs, and he immediately felt a strange force blocking all his cultivation. At the same time, a heavy force descended and pressed heavily on his shoulders.

His expression remained unchanged as he climbed up at a steady pace, and the gravity seemed to have no effect on him.

Song Qingxi and Song Qingyun looked at each other and walked up together. The heavy pressure made their faces change slightly, but they felt that they could accept it. They followed Song Qingxing and climbed steadily. The old man in hemp clothes at the door was a little surprised. Although he knew that these young people had good cultivation, he did not expect that they could walk the first 100 steps so easily. This aroused his interest.

The first hundred steps did not cause any obstacles to the three people, and they soon reached the 101st step.

As they took this step, the heavy force on the three people suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a cold and chilly air released from the stairs.

This cold and gloomy air flowed along the soles of the feet of several people and went straight to the top of their heads, as if their souls were about to be frozen.

But the three of them remained calm. They were all frequent visitors to the Cold Pool, and this level of progress was nothing to them. They actually climbed faster than the previous hundred steps.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the 201st step. The cold air under their feet suddenly turned into burning heat in all directions...

Every hundred steps of the Dengtian Pavilion represent a different test. The monks who can withstand these tests and pass the final level are all geniuses, and such people may not appear once a year.

Therefore, although the three of them were unstoppable, the onlookers were not optimistic about them. Climbing the pavilion was becoming increasingly difficult. Even if things went smoothly at the beginning, they would encounter obstacles at the end.

But they soon found out that they were wrong, and extremely wrong. In just three quarters of an hour, the fastest Song Qingxing had already climbed more than 700 steps. Even the slowest Song Qingyun had climbed more than 600 steps and it seemed that he still had strength left.

Everyone was getting a little nervous now. In the past, there might not be one person who could climb so many steps in a month, but today, three of them appeared at once!
"Who can tell me the origins of these three people who are ascending the pavilion?" A new monk asked the monks around him in disbelief.

In the end, no one could give him an answer. The three of them were not very famous in the Da Qi cultivation world, let alone in Sifang City where geniuses from all directions gathered.

"Could it be that he is a hidden disciple from some great Jindan sect?"

Some people made such a guess and it was agreed by the vast majority of people.

"Do you think it's possible for these people to reach the summit?"

Before, everyone would have unanimously answered that it was impossible, but now that they have been slapped in the face once, no one dared to jump to conclusions and they just stared intently.

As time passed, more and more people gathered in front of Dengtian Pavilion. They all came here because they wanted to catch a glimpse of the three people.

Soon, five quarters of an hour passed, and Song Qingxing, who was the fastest, arrived at the 999th floor under the attention of everyone. As long as he took this step, he would be able to successfully reach the top!
But it was as if someone had pressed the pause button on him, and he remained motionless after reaching that step.

"Why isn't it moving?" someone asked impatiently.

At this time, an experienced monk immediately explained: "This last step is very different from the previous one. The climber will enter a fantasy world. In the fantasy world, he needs to defeat a puppet whose cultivation level, magic and even appearance are exactly the same as his own, and then he can reach the top."

"Ah? They are all exactly the same. Doesn't that mean you are fighting against yourself? How can you tell the winner?" A monk who was unaware of the inside story said in shock.

"You don't understand this, right? An illusion is an illusion after all, and there are flaws. How can it be exactly the same? Let's see if he can find the flaw. If he can complete it within six quarters of an hour, then he may be able to enter the Tianjiao Ranking!"

"The list of geniuses, it seems like there has been no change in almost five years?" an old monk said with emotion.

Hearing this, everyone present held their breath, waiting for the final moment to arrive.

But at this step, Song Qingxing seemed to have lost his previous unstoppable momentum. After six quarters of an hour, he still hadn't reached the top.

Song Qingxi and Song Qingyun, who were originally behind him, have already caught up with him.

Unfortunately, it had already passed six quarters of an hour since the three of them climbed to the top, which was lower than the last person on the Tianjiao list. Even if they succeeded in reaching the top, they would not be able to enter the Tianjiao list.

Seeing this situation, many people couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas, the records on the Tianjiao Ranking are really not that easy to break. These three people are only one step away from reaching the top. It's such a pity."

"This is normal. Any one on the Tianjiao list is a leading figure of the younger generation of major sects. Apart from those old-fashioned Jindan forces, ordinary Zifu forces would be praised if they had one person on the list. How could there be three such people at once? They are not cabbages."

Everyone was talking about it, but they didn't notice that Song Qingyun, who had his eyes closed, had opened his eyes at some point and took the last step.

"Fuck, I didn't see it wrong, the slowest one was the first to reach the top."

"What's the use? It's already been nearly seven quarters of an hour and I can't make it onto the Tianjiao Ranking."

The discussion on the spot was in full swing. Although Song Qingyun could not hear it, he could roughly estimate that he was not on the list, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

The last step was difficult for others, but it was a piece of cake for him. He easily found the flaw in the illusion.

Unexpectedly, it still didn’t make the list.

At this time, Song Qingxing finally opened his eyes and successfully reached the summit.

Next up is Song Qingxi.

The crowd was instantly boiling with excitement. Three people climbed up the pavilion and all reached the top within an hour. Even if no one could be included in the list of geniuses, this day was already worth remembering.

Everyone was guessing the identities of Song Qingyun and others, and some people even secretly mobilized forces to investigate their identities and backgrounds.

Being able to reach the top itself represents extraordinary talent, and future achievements will generally not be too bad. If you can win them over, then win them over; if you can't win them over, it's always right to make friends with them in advance.

Song Qingxi and the other two knew nothing about the madness of the crowd. Seeing that Song Qingyun was a little disappointed, Song Qingxi stepped forward to comfort him: "It's just a list, don't take it too seriously, your performance is already very good."

She was telling the truth. Even after she had integrated the origin of the laws, she was still at the bottom. It was indeed very good that Song Qingyun was the first to reach the top.

Song Qingyun clenched his fists and nodded heavily.

Song Qingxi was about to say something else, but Song Qingxing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Let's go up again."

As soon as these words came out, the two of them immediately cast surprised glances at him...

...(End of chapter)