Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

The two of them tacitly understood each other and did not exchange glances, but instead used their spiritual sense to communicate.

“I’ve been to the scene. The man who was killed had also stopped in front of the Dengtian Pavilion before. He was a bit of a mouthy person and liked to mock and insult others. We were also mocked by him before we climbed the pavilion, but we were scared away by Leng Mu’s look.

The man died shortly after he left.

The person who discovered the body was a young man who had climbed the pavilion before us. He was verbally insulted by the deceased because of his poor performance and left in shame. Logically, he should have left here long ago, but he was the first to discover the body. This is one reason.

Secondly, I detected a fishy smell on the boy when I passed by him, which was not the case when I first saw him.

Third, his behavior when facing the corpse was so terrible that it seemed like he did it on purpose.”

Song Qingxi recounted his guess. Song Changsheng raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that the young man was indeed very suspicious, but as the first eyewitness, he could not stay out of the matter no matter what. He was most likely under the control of the City Lord's Mansion.

With the means of the City Lord's Mansion, if there is really something wrong with the other party, it should be discovered in time. If the murderer can be dug out, this farce can end sooner.

But he quickly reacted and said, "You said that the monk who was killed also had a conflict with you before his death?"

“He spoke rudely first, so Leng Mu scared him a bit, but there was no direct conflict. However, there were many people present at the time, and some people still noticed it. After the City Lord’s Mansion intervened, we were also included in the list of suspects.

Fortunately, Senior Peng came forward to testify for us, otherwise things would be really troublesome. " Song Qingxi was also full of relief. If they were taken away by the people from the City Lord's Mansion, they might not be in trouble, but their identities would definitely be exposed, which would be a troublesome matter.

It was just their bad luck. They had been keeping a low profile in the Da Qi cultivation world for so many years, and finally came to Sifang City for a high-profile visit, but ended up encountering such an incident.

Song Changsheng raised his head and glanced at the old man in hemp clothes. The other party was Peng Siying's seventh uncle. Judging from the familiarity between the two, his status in the Wanlong Chamber of Commerce must be not low. The aura emanating from him also made him feel pressured.

But such a person with both status and talent is actually willing to guard the pavilion here. This may indicate that he has no ambitions and has no ill intentions in protecting Song Qingxi and others.

On the way here, he heard Peng Siying say more than once that her seventh uncle was a person who valued talent, and he probably protected Song Qingxing and the others for this reason.

The other party's kindness saved him a lot of trouble.

Seeing that the uncle and nephew were busy looking for the murderer and did not notice him, he took the opportunity to chat with Song Qingxi for a few more words and asked about what they had gained in the city during this period.

At the beginning, Song Changsheng looked normal, but after hearing that Song Qingxing successfully reached the top and obtained a top-grade spiritual weapon, he suddenly became a little uneasy. Although he felt that the top-grade spiritual weapons seemed worthless just by looking at the magic weapons in his hands one after another.

In fact, this is all an illusion. Top-grade spiritual weapons are very valuable, extremely valuable. The minimum price is hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones, and the highest can even be sold for two hundred thousand spiritual stones.

And this is just one reward, not including various talismans, elixirs and more than 20,000 low-grade spirit stones. It is no exaggeration to say that just by climbing the pavilion this time, Song Qingxing earned at least more than 200,000 spirit stones worth of cultivation resources.

Although the spiritual weapons obtained by Song Qingxi and Song Qingyun were of lower grade, everything else was the same, worth more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan.

It was equivalent to three people going out for a stroll, spending sixty spirit stones and finally making a fortune of cultivation resources worth hundreds of thousands of spirit stones. This was much faster than selling spirit charcoal.

"It's a great profit." Song Changsheng sighed sincerely.

The advantage of talent is tangible at this moment.

Looking at the Dengtian Pavilion that towered into the clouds, Song Changsheng wondered whether he could also give it a try. He didn't seek to be on the list, as long as he could successfully reach the top.

He did not expect the Wanlong Chamber of Commerce to give him a low-grade magic weapon. He would be satisfied even if it was a top-grade spiritual weapon.

Whether you can earn money or not, it will be invalid after the expiration date.

The more Song Changsheng thought about it, the more it made sense to him, and he couldn't help but feel eager to try something.

But now is obviously not the right time. After all, Song Qingyun and his men have just become famous, and a murder has occurred. He should be patient for a while.

"Let's try it again when we are about to leave." Song Changsheng whispered softly.

"How will you be here?"

At this time, Hongluan, dressed in a red dress, appeared in front of Song Changsheng at some point. Her phoenix eyes kept looking him up and down with a hint of vigilance and scrutiny, as if she was looking at a mortal.

Song Changsheng's originally good mood was suddenly ruined. He collected his thoughts and said indifferently, "Fellow Daoist Peng knew that a murder had occurred here, so he wanted to come and see it in person. I just happened to accompany him. If fellow Daoist Hongluan finds anything, please report it as soon as possible. Don't keep fellow Daoist Peng waiting for too long."

"Humph."

Hong Luan snorted coldly and walked towards where Peng Siying was. At the moment when the two passed each other, Song Changsheng suddenly received a divine consciousness transmission in his mind:
"It is important for a person to know himself and understand his own identity. Don't have any improper thoughts about the young lady. There is no possibility between the two of you!"

Song Changsheng's eyes flashed with displeasure. He turned around and looked at Hongluan who had already walked away and said, "I remember telling Daoist Hongluan before that Song is a family man. Daoist Daoist, you'd better not think too much. Besides, with your status, it's not proper to say these things."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hongluan turned around abruptly, her eyes filled with endless coldness.

Song Changsheng crossed his arms and looked at her calmly without any fluctuation.

From the first time they met, Hongluan had never been kind to him, but for Peng Siying's sake, he never took it to heart.

But even a clay man would get angry. Being targeted all the time would make anyone feel unhappy, especially because of such a fictitious thing.

Not to mention that he didn't have that idea, even if he did, Hongluan had no right to point fingers at him before Peng Siying made her attitude clear.

Any of Peng Siying's elders could have said what she just said, but she was not qualified, because Peng Siying was the master and she was the servant. As a servant, the most taboo thing was to make decisions for the master based on her own ideas.

In this regard, Qingluan did much better than her. She would advise Peng Siying on her behavior, but would never interfere with her self-righteously.

So he couldn't bear it anymore and made it clear directly.

The two men stared at each other, neither of them spoke, but everyone could sense the tension between them.

At this time, Qingluan came over to break the deadlock and said softly: "Sister, the young lady wants you to come over."

Hongluan looked back and found Peng Siying looking at her expressionlessly.

She felt a sudden panic in her heart and didn't dare to bother with Song Changsheng anymore, so she quickly walked over.

"Miss." Hongluan bowed nervously.

Peng Siying didn't let her stand up as usual, but stared at her for a while before asking faintly, "Did Brother Song offend you in any way?"

"Miss, he must have bad intentions when he approaches you..." "Answer me."

"No...no." Hongluan replied in a hoarse voice.

"Then why do you keep making things difficult for him?

When Brother Song came during the day, did you think I didn’t hear what you said?

I had wanted to talk to you alone at another time, but it seems I can't wait any longer.

This is not the first or second time that you have acted on your own initiative. I didn't say anything because of your contribution as my personal guard over the years. But this time you really went too far. Fellow Daoist Song is my long-time friend, and I won't tolerate your insolence!"

When the last word fell, Peng Siying's face was already full of anger. Hongluan's delicate body trembled, and she quickly knelt in front of her, lowered her head and dared not speak.

Qingluan pursed her lips slightly and also did not dare to step forward to beg for mercy. She knew that the young lady was really angry this time.

"I've just been away for a while, why are you scolding me?" Peng Zhengyan glanced at Qingluan with inquiring eyes. Qingluan quickly recounted what had happened.

After listening to this, Peng Zhengyan's attention was completely attracted by "Song Changsheng".

"The Song Changsheng you are talking about is the Song Changsheng from the Great Qi Cultivation World?"

"To reply to Master Qi, that's right."

"It seems that Xiao Ying'er has never been to the Da Qi cultivation world. How did you get to know him? How far has the relationship progressed?" There was a gossip fire burning in Peng Zhengyan's eyes.

Peng Siying looked at him helplessly and said, "We met in the black market decades ago. We are just friends, not what you think."

"Well, in my opinion, Song Changsheng is quite good. Such a young Purple Mansion cultivator is hard to find even with a lantern." Peng Zhengyan said with a smile.

"You are disrespectful to your elders." Peng Siying rolled her eyes at him, then looked back at Hongluan who was kneeling in front of her and said, "You have been with me for so many years, and I don't want to say any harsh words to you. Just reflect on yourself and don't let it happen again.

Get up. "

Hongluan felt relieved, and quickly stood up and respectfully retreated behind Peng Siying.

"Don't be angry, Xiaoying'er. How about Uncle Qi pick a few people for you later?" Peng Zhengyan said with a smile.

Peng Siying glanced at Hongluan and said with a faint smile: "Then please send it over."

Hongluan panicked and said quickly, "Miss, there are new findings during the interrogation."

"explain."

"I interrogated the teenager who found the body, and he claimed to have found items at the scene that were suspected to be left by the murderer."

As she spoke, Hongluan handed over a small piece of coarse cloth with some strange symbols on it.

Peng Zhengyan's expression suddenly became serious. He took it and read it carefully. He said with certainty, "It is the writing of the ancient witch clan."

"The ancient witch clan? Didn't they already be destroyed?" Peng Siying's eyes suddenly widened.

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. Song Changsheng, who was secretly happy when he saw Hongluan being scolded by Peng Siying, suddenly became alert after hearing the words "ancient witch clan".

Back then in the Jinxuan Grotto, he had dealt with a half-human, half-witch hybrid. That battle was extremely difficult. He and Niu Dazhuang joined forces and finally managed to defeat the enemy on all sides.

Now that he heard news related to the ancient witch, how could he not feel nervous?
"If the murderer is really the remnant of an ancient witch, then things will be a bit difficult." Peng Siying's face was solemn.

The horror of voodoo is known to the world. If the other party is forced into a corner and voodoo is released in large quantities in the city, it will definitely be a disaster.

"The matter has not been investigated thoroughly yet, so don't jump to conclusions. In addition to this piece of cloth, did the man find anything else?"

"To reply to Master Qi, there is no more. The man seems to be frightened, and his performance is... very terrible. It is difficult to interrogate him further. I think we can use the soul-searching technique."

Upon hearing this, Song Changsheng's disgust towards Hongluan deepened. If the soul-searching technique was used up, at best she would lose some of her memories, at worst she would even become stupid or die.

The young man was the reporter, not the murderer. Yet she wanted to use such a vicious secret technique on him. She really did not take human life seriously.

Fortunately, there were still some people who understood the situation. Peng Siying and Peng Zhengyan rejected her plan in unison.

"If we act this way, how are we any different from the evil demons?"

Seeing that she was refuted, Hongluan did not dare to say anything more and changed the subject: "After my careful comparison, I think the two cases did not seem to be the work of the same person. I think..."

Before she could finish her words, Peng Zhengyan interrupted her with a wave of his hand: "It's not important. The last case happened half a month ago. The murderer may have left long ago. The current focus should be on this case.

Let the City Lord's Mansion use the secret method of tracing the source to see if this piece of cloth can help us gain something."

After sending Hongluan away, Peng Zhengyan said to Peng Siying bluntly: "Your heart is still not strong enough. Hongluan's character and ability are no longer enough to continue to assist you."

"Over the years, even if she has no credit, she has worked hard. I am willing to give her another chance."

Peng Siying knew that Hongluan had various shortcomings, but at least she had no ulterior motives. If she made a mistake, she could just be punished. There was no need to replace her, which would be self-defeating.

There was no telling how many people in the Chamber of Commerce were trying their best to get people for her, and she didn't want to create any opportunities for them.

After perfunctorily saying a few words to Peng Zhengyan, she took the opportunity to get away and came to Song Changsheng, saying apologetically: "Hongluan's words were rude, and I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. I've already reprimanded her, so please don't take her words to heart."

"Fellow Daoist Peng, you are too serious. Fellow Daoist Hongluan didn't say anything particularly excessive."

"By the way, I just heard fellow Daoist mention the Ancient Witch Clan. Could it be that this incident is related to the Ancient Witch Clan?"

"It's just a guess. It's very likely that the murderer framed them. After all, the ancient witch tribe hasn't appeared for many years. It's hard to say whether there are any survivors."

Song Changsheng's eyes flickered, and he said softly: "There are definitely survivors of the ancient witch clan, because... I have seen them."

...(End of chapter)