Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

"have you seen?"

Before Peng Siying could speak, Peng Zhengyan walked over first, looking at Song Changsheng constantly.

“Yes, that was more than ten years ago. Not long after I broke through the Purple Mansion, I came to Gusu Cultivation Realm with a senior from my sect to train, and I met a casual cultivator named Zi Xiao.

Because of some things, we had a conflict. During the fight, he used voodoo and also burst out with the blood talent of the ancient witch clan.

The ancient witch bloodline in his body is not pure, which gave us the opportunity to escape. If this matter is related to the ancient witch clan, I think we can investigate this purple demon. "

Song Changsheng briefly recounted his previous experience in the Jinxuan Grottoes. He did tell the truth, but not completely. However, this did not affect the overall situation. Peng Zhengyan and the others only needed to know that Zi Xiao was related to the ancient witch clan. They would be able to find out something by following this line of thought.

In fact, he couldn't be sure whether the ancient witch clan was behind the hybrid Zixiao, but too many things happened in the past two days, forcing him to think about more things.

The first thing is who was the person who was spying on him in the crowd on the day he arrived in Sifang City.

He initially suspected that it was someone from Ziyun Pavilion, but now it seems that is not necessarily the case. It is true that the people from Ziyun Pavilion are in Sifang City, but now there are also items related to ancient witches at the crime scene.

You know, he killed more than just people from Ziyun Pavilion in the Jinxuan Grottoes. Zixiao also died at his hands. It is possible that the Ancient Witch Clan wanted to seek revenge on him, but I don't know why the other party wanted to kill this casual cultivator. Wouldn't this alert the enemy?

Although he was confused, it didn't stop him from finding something for these people to do.

Regardless of whether it was someone from the Ancient Witch Clan who was secretly spying on him, he had decided to put the blame on them.

"The Purple Xiao possesses the blood of an ancient witch?"

Peng Zhengyan's face was full of disbelief.

Zi Xiao is very powerful and active in the Gusu cultivation world. Many people have heard of his name. Peng Zhengyan has had face-to-face communication with him and has never found anything unusual. He finds it difficult to accept Song Changsheng's statement.

"There's no benefit for me in deceiving you about this matter, right?" Song Changsheng said with a faint smile.

Peng Zhengyan looked him up and down, and asked in a questioning but affirmative tone: "Are you Song Changsheng?"

"It's the junior."

"He is truly a young talent. With the cultivation level of the early Purple Mansion stage, he was able to fight against the Purple Xiao in the late Purple Mansion stage and escape unscathed. He even knows voodoo and ancient witches." Peng Zhengyan said with admiration.

"Thank you for your praise, Senior. It was just a coincidence that I happened to know something about it."

"Since you know about voodoo, I wonder if you have ever been to the scene to see if the deceased died from voodoo?" Peng Zhengyan asked humbly.

Song Changsheng shook his head slightly: "Although the deceased had blood gushing out of all seven orifices and died miserably, he did not die from voodoo."

"It's the same as I thought. However, this cannot rule out the suspicion of the Ancient Witch Clan. We still have to investigate the background of this Zi Xiao. To be honest, I haven't heard any news about him in more than ten years." With that, Peng Zhengyan called the man and gave him instructions.

"Of course I can't hear it if I'm dead." Song Changsheng muttered to himself. When he turned around, he saw Peng Siying looking at him with a smile.

He could have hidden his previous words from others but not from her.

Song Changsheng smiled at her, and both of them understood each other tacitly.

At this time, a monk dressed in the uniform of the City Lord's Mansion came over and saluted respectfully, "Miss, I wonder how we should deal with the young man we controlled before?"

Peng Siying waved her hand without thinking and said, "He is a major suspect. Let's find a safe place to lock him up first and then investigate thoroughly."

Song Changsheng's eyes flickered. Based on what Song Qingxi had discovered, there was most likely something wrong with the young man. However, catching the murderer was the responsibility of the City Lord's Mansion after all. He had already said enough. If he wanted to contact the young man again at this moment, it would seem a bit too deliberate.

However, Peng Siying did not let the other party go directly, and that was enough.

Things didn't progress for a while, and Peng Siying felt a little bored. She looked at Song Changsheng and said, "It's useless for us to stay here. How about we go back and continue discussing the Dao?"

Song Changsheng declined politely, "I still have a few worrying juniors in the city. So many things happened today, I am a little worried, so I still want to go back and take a look."

"Well, I didn't think of this. Well, let's end it here today. If you need to see me for something, just come to the small pavilion. I have already told Elder Jun that what happened today will not happen again."

Peng Siying's last sentence contained many meanings. It seemed to be talking about the murder tonight, and it seemed to be talking about the fact that Song Changsheng was stopped outside the inner city during the day, and it even seemed to be talking about what Hongluan did today.

Song Changsheng smiled slightly, glanced at Song Qingxing and the others from the corner of his eye, signaling them to be careful, and then he bowed and said, "Then Song will take his leave now. I'll leave the store to you, Taoist friend."

"Don't worry, I'll let you know as soon as I have any news. By the way, the trade fair will be in three days. If you want to go, you can come to me in advance."

"Thank you for your help, I will take my leave."

Song Changsheng walked towards the inn through the gate. The street was bustling with people coming and going, and was not affected by the events at Dengtian Pavilion.

When approaching the inn, Song Changsheng's heart moved slightly. He turned around suddenly, and his sharp gaze seemed to pierce through the crowd. The people who were closer to him were frightened by the sudden aura he released and hurriedly avoided him.

After scanning the crowd for a long time, he did not find any suspicious people, but he was sure that someone was definitely spying on him in secret. Regardless of this person's cultivation level, his ability to hide was absolutely top-notch.

"A coward who hides his head and shows his tail." Song Changsheng snorted coldly, retracted his gaze and walked directly into the inn.

This person's appearance here made him feel at ease. At least in the short term, he didn't have to worry about the safety of Song Qingxi and others. After all, the entire Dengtianfang had been blocked by the City Lord's Mansion. Although Song Qingxing and others' freedom was restricted inside, at least they were safe.

However, going on like this is not a solution. He is not afraid of anyone coming to seek revenge. As long as it is not the Jindan Zhenren who takes action personally, he is confident that he can deal with it. If he cannot win, at least he can run away.

But he is not alone. There is the Song family farther away and three younger generations closer to him. It is impossible for him to take care of everything.

"We still have to solve the problem from the root." Song Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, murderous intent already arose in his heart.

He now has two suspects, one is Ziyun Pavilion, and the other is the Ancient Witch Clan.

If it was the former, things would be much simpler. He had already gathered relevant intelligence. There were still three Purple Mansion cultivators in Ziyun Pavilion, but none of them were in the late Purple Mansion stage or above. He could definitely handle it.

If it's the latter, it would be more troublesome. The ancient witch clan hasn't appeared in public for too long, and no one knows how strong they are. We must be extremely cautious when dealing with them.

"It seems that it is necessary to go to this trade fair." Song Changsheng's fingers tapped the table unconsciously, thinking secretly.

He had previously learned from Peng Siying that Ziyun Pavilion had indeed sent someone to participate in the trade fair, and he planned to go directly to the face and fight. If the people who were secretly spying on him were from Ziyun Pavilion, then they would definitely show their emotions when facing him, unless they were all Oscar winners.

Thinking of this, Song Changsheng went to the inner city to look for Peng Siying the day before the trade fair started.

He met Hongluan again outside the attic, but compared to usual, Hongluan seemed to be possessed by someone else. Although she still had a sullen face, she no longer deliberately caused trouble for him and just treated him as air.

Song Changsheng felt happy, it seemed that Peng Siying's scolding was very effective.

After asking Qingluan to go in and report, he entered the attic smoothly. It was the same room as before. Peng Siying looked a little distressed.

"Fellow Daoist Song is here. Are you planning to attend the trade fair?"

"Yes, is there any new progress in Dengtianfang?" Song Changsheng asked casually.

Peng Siying shook her head and sighed, "Don't mention it. Another person died."

"Another death?" Song Changsheng frowned.

"Yes, we were all careless. The murderer was actually parasitic on the boy who first discovered the body. The night before yesterday, when the boy was being taken to the dungeon, the murderer suddenly attacked and the boy died on the spot.

Also killed were the three patrolling disciples who were in charge of escorting the person. There were originally four of them, but one of them went missing when they were checking the scene. It seems that the other party wanted to repeat their old trick and parasitize on that person's body.

After a thorough investigation, the City Lord's Mansion has confirmed that the young man's death was the same as that of the casual cultivator who died half a month ago, which means that the murderer of these incidents is the same person. "Peng Siying said firmly.

"That's actually the case."

I have to say that the murderer is really extremely bold. Not only did he not leave after committing the crime, he even dared to commit the crime again.

"Is he from the ancient witch clan?" Song Changsheng asked curiously.

"It's probably not the case. Have you forgotten where the clues about the ancient witch came from? It's probably a frame-up. Hongluan didn't find anything using the secret method of tracing the source. It should be used to divert our attention."

Hearing this, Song Changsheng couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If this was the case, Sifang City's attention would most likely not be focused on the ancient witch, which was not good news for him.

After thinking for a while, he said to Peng Siying, "I have a question. The murderer obviously had many options, so why did he choose to put the blame on the Ancient Witch Clan?
The demise of the ancient witch clan was a well-known fact, and this kind of blaming is the easiest to be exposed.

Do you think there is a possibility that the murderer has also dealt with the remnants of the ancient witch clan and obtained the piece of cloth from him?

He handed over the rag to get himself out of a situation where his life was at stake. He should be very sure that you would gain something after getting the rag, thus diverting the attention away from him.

And the reason why he is so sure, is it possible that he has met the other party in the city?"

He did not say this randomly, but after careful consideration. This possibility not only exists, but is also very high.

Peng Siying was stunned when he heard this, and nodded slightly, saying: "What you said does make some sense. We should ask the City Lord's Mansion to pay more attention. Alas, it's a bad year, and all kinds of monsters and demons have emerged.

In fact, some elders have speculated that the murderer may not be a human monk, and he may need to rely on parasitism to hide his identity. We have now sent people to search for the missing monk in the city, hoping to gain something."

"Aliens?" Song Changsheng murmured softly. For some reason, the snake-man woman he had seen before flashed in his mind. There have indeed been a lot of topics related to aliens recently.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. It'll give me a headache if I talk too much. I've asked Uncle Six to reserve a spot for you at the trade fair. Here's the invitation."

As she spoke, Peng Siying took out a purple gold-embossed invitation from a drawer nearby and handed it to Song Changsheng.

Song Changsheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly took over and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist."

"It's just a small favor. It's a trade fair. The more people there are, the more lively it is. It's held at the Jinyu Pavilion in Liuyunfang in the south of the city. Just get there before 9 o'clock." Peng Siying waved her hand indifferently.

"I was planning to go over there, but I'm busy with city affairs right now and can't get away for the time being, so you have to go alone."

"Song wishes you to bring the murderer to justice soon."

"Thank you for your kind words." Peng Siying gave a forced smile...

The next morning, just after daybreak, Song Changsheng left the inn and headed for Liuyunfang.

Jinyu Pavilion is actually the largest auction house in the south of the city. It is also an industry of the Bandung Chamber of Commerce. It covers a large area and is easy to find.

When he arrived at the door and showed the invitation to the servant, he was respectfully invited in and seated in a separate box.

"Wait a minute."

Song Changsheng stopped the servant who was about to leave.

"I wonder what instructions you have for me, senior?" The servant lowered his eyelids, his attitude very humble.

"Do you know what the pattern of today's transaction will be?"

“To answer you, Senior, this trade fair is different from an auction. It is mainly about bartering. With the consent of both parties, it can also be settled with spirit stones.

After the trade fair begins, everyone will speak one by one according to their box numbers. You can just state your demands directly at that time."

"Well, thank you for letting me know."

"It is my honor to answer your questions. I will be waiting outside the door the whole time. If you need anything, just call me."

After the servant left, Song Changsheng also took a brief count of the things on him and sorted out some of the things that were not needed in advance. Although the main purpose of this trip was to test the Ziyun Pavilion, he did not want to return empty-handed. What if he came across something he liked?
He was one of the first to arrive. After a while, the others came in one after another with their invitations.

Song Changsheng's eyes quickly locked on the two people who had just walked into the pavilion.

The leader was an old man with a restrained aura and the gait of a dragon and a tiger. He was a powerful Purple Mansion cultivator.

Next to him was a young cultivator, who was only in the late foundation-building stage. He was wearing a peach-pink gown and holding a folding fan in his hand. It was none other than Young Master Feng Xiao from Ziyun Pavilion!
...(End of chapter)