Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Song Changsheng is really having a headache now. He has been fighting with the Mingqi Sect for such a long time and finally suppressed the opponent, but Cheng Yaojin suddenly showed up.

Of course, he still has room to increase the price, but he can't be taken advantage of for nothing, as the current price is already very high.

The expression on Song Changsheng's face was uncertain, and he was hesitant between following or not.

Seeing him fall silent, Feng Xiao suddenly became more excited and taunted: "Tsk, that's not enough, I thought you were so powerful, I wonder which poor bastard from a remote village dared to compete with me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present looked at him with surprise, as if they were looking at a stupid roe deer.

Most of them didn't know Song Changsheng's origins, but even if he was a casual cultivator, he was at least a great Purple Mansion cultivator. You, Feng Xiao, are just a foundation-building cultivator, but you actually spoke rudely to him on the spot and humiliated him. This is no longer a playboy, this is simply brainless.

The corners of Feng Wuji's mouth twitched slightly, and the expression on his face was a little unnatural, but he did not speak to stop Feng Xiao's suicidal behavior. He originally participated in the auction to disgust Song Changsheng, and now he is just raising the stakes. The effect is the same anyway.

If he could really use this to anger Song Changsheng, it would be a good thing for him. After all, people often do irrational things when they are angry.

"I have no reputation at all anyway, so I might as well make use of it." Feng Wujin thought to himself and simply closed his eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.

Feng Xiao was not stupid either. He realized something was wrong as soon as he said that. Feeling nervous, he subconsciously glanced at Feng Wujin's reaction out of the corner of his eye, but found that his old man had closed his eyes, as if letting him do what he wanted.

With Feng Wujin's deliberate connivance, Feng Xiao simply let himself go and began to mock Song Changsheng madly.

This created a scene that was rarely seen under normal circumstances - the Foundation Establishment cultivator angrily scolded the Purple Mansion cultivator.

This is simply a disgrace.

Everyone was observing Song Changsheng's performance, but they found that in the face of Feng Xiao's crazy ridicule, the expression on his face was as calm as a deep pool, terrifyingly calm.

In fact, Song Changsheng was not affected by Feng Xiao's words. To him, Feng Xiao's behavior was as laughable as that of a clown.

Moreover, the harder he jumped, the more it proved that he had ulterior motives. Thinking of this, I felt even less angry.

The whole farce was seen by Peng Zhengying who was on the third floor. He watched with great interest and had no intention of speaking out to stop it.

Seeing this, the waiter stepped forward and reminded softly, "Sixth Master, the invitation that the young lady asked for from you is in the hand of the person below."

Peng Zhengying was a little surprised when he heard this, "Is he Ying Er's friend? He looks good and has good skills. What's his background? Have you investigated it?"

"I have investigated. He is from the Great Qi Cultivation World. He is the patriarch of a Purple Mansion family. His name is Song Changsheng. You should have heard of his name."

"Song Changsheng? Is he the genius cultivator who broke through to the Purple Palace before he was fifty?"

"Exactly."

Peng Zhengying put away his folding fan with a snap, looked at the box where Song Changsheng was, and chuckled, "Interesting, no wonder Ying'er had always looked down on those young people that Big Brother introduced to him. Putting aside their family background, they are indeed much worse than Song Changsheng.

"My eldest brother has only one daughter like her. If he can marry Song Changsheng into our family, that would be great. What do you think?"

The waiter lowered his head and said respectfully, "I dare not make any irresponsible comments."

"Oh, she is more sensible than Hongluan."

"Sixth Master, Master Zixu is not only the eldest lady's friend, but also a guest elder of the Chamber of Commerce. It's not appropriate to let that kid from Ziyun Pavilion humiliate him like this. Should we throw them out?" A bearded man who looked like an iron tower said in a muffled voice behind Peng Zhengying.

"How can there be any fun in that case? Anyone who can catch Ying Er's eye must be more than just a pretty face. Let's just wait and see what happens." Peng Zhengying opened his folding fan with a "snap" and said leisurely.

His tacit attitude further encouraged Feng Xiao's arrogance and made him even more excited.

At this moment, Song Changsheng suddenly laughed. Although it was a smile, there was a bone-chilling coldness in his eyes. In that instant, Feng Xiao felt that he was not facing a human, but a ferocious beast that would choose its prey.

He subconsciously took a step back, not knowing that it was this step that made him a complete laughing stock, and everyone present looked at him with mocking eyes.

It's really too much to be so scared by just one look.

Feng Wujin also felt a little embarrassed and said angrily: "Why are you talking so much? Why don't you quickly exchange the [Yin Yang Purple Tree]!"

"Oh, okay." Feng Xiao came back to his senses and looked at the old woman and said, "I offer the highest price. Bring the [Yin Yang Purple Tree] here quickly."

He offered a high price of 200,000 spirit stones. The old woman didn't care about his tone and was about to nod in agreement, but she only heard Song Changsheng say indifferently: "I offer 220,000 low-grade spirit stones."

After hearing this, the old woman's eyes suddenly lit up. There was an unexpected gain?

"You!" Feng Xiao suddenly exploded and glared at Song Changsheng.

Song Changsheng looked normal, looking at Feng Xiao quietly and said, "This fellow Taoist said that the one who pays the highest price gets it. If you want it, just keep asking. Your anger will only show your incompetence."

His tone was calm, without anger or sarcasm, but that was exactly what made Feng Xiao even angrier.

"Follow me, two hundred and thirty thousand!"

"Two hundred and forty thousand." Song Changsheng followed closely behind.

"Two hundred and sixty thousand!" Feng Xiao's eyes were already red.

Feng Wujin saw that the situation was not right, and quickly sent a message: "Asshole, stop bidding, let him go!"

"It's not enough. He wants it, right? Then I will deliberately raise the price and rip him off!"

Feng Xiao's words made Feng Wujin suddenly stunned. He felt that the person in front of him was a little strange. How could he say such smart words?
Since he was not angry, Feng Wujin was relieved and nodded, saying: "If the other party's bid exceeds 300,000, don't bid anymore. You have to understand the principle of quitting when you are ahead."

The number of three hundred thousand was not something he said casually, but was a judgment based on the background of the Zifu family. Song Changsheng spent such a huge price to get this [Yin Yang Purple Tree], which proved that this thing was scarce for the Song family, and this would infinitely raise Song Changsheng's bottom line.

He is also the head of a pavilion. If you put yourself in his shoes, three hundred thousand is almost his bottom line, and this is most likely also Song Changsheng's bottom line. As long as you bid below his bottom line, you can maximize his losses.

Sure enough, faced with the sky-high price of 260,000, Song Changsheng called out 270,000 without hesitation.

"Add it again. As long as he follows us, we will give up." Feng Wujin secretly conveyed the message to Feng Xiao.

After receiving the instructions, Feng Xiao nodded reluctantly. He originally wanted to call out a few more times.

"Three hundred thousand!"

As soon as this price was announced, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. If it was a piece of [Yin Yang Purple Tree Heart], it would be normal to be auctioned at this price.

But this is just a seedling. Subsequent cultivation requires a lot of investment, which is not only costly but also time-consuming. It is no exaggeration to say that three hundred thousand is a sky-high price.

"Go ahead and follow me if you dare. If you try to snatch something from me, I will kill you!" Feng Xiao's eyes were red, like an angry bull.

Hearing this, Song Changsheng's originally calm face once again showed a hint of smile. Feng Xiao's heart suddenly "skipped" and he had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, Song Changsheng spread his hands and said calmly: "I won't follow you anymore. The [Yin Yang Purple Tree] is yours."

"Not following anymore?" Feng Xiao's face was full of disbelief, and his voice became a little sharp.

Song Changsheng's face was full of sarcasm: "Master Feng Xiao is very rich, and he spent 300,000 yuan to buy a sapling. I can't match his courage, so I have to admit defeat."

It can only be said that Feng Xiao’s acting skills are really too poor, and Song Changsheng saw through it at a glance.

So he took advantage of the situation and set a trap for Feng Xiao, and he really fell into it happily.

He originally thought that 290,000 yuan was enough to cheat him out of it, but he didn't expect that this big fool would directly increase it to 300,000 yuan, which was considered an unexpected surprise.

This was a psychological game. Song Changsheng originally planned to invest all the spirit stones he had in it, so he boldly called out 270,000. If Feng Xiao and the others withdrew, it would not be a loss for him to get the [Yin Yang Purple Tree].

If Feng Xiao didn't intend to stop, he would take the opportunity to trick him.

It’s a win-win situation either way.

At this time, Feng Xiao and Feng Wujin had no idea that they had been tricked by Song Changsheng, and the faces of the grandfather and grandson turned dark on the spot.

As the old rival of Ziyun Pavilion, Mingqi Sect would naturally not give up the opportunity to ridicule and suppress them. They said sarcastically, "Pavilion Master Feng, you have made a fortune recently. You spent 200,000 to buy a snake-man woman, and then spent 300,000 to buy a seedling. After three days of absence, you are impressed by me."

Feng Wujin suddenly felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead fly.

Five hundred thousand spirit stones is not a small amount for Ziyun Pavilion.

Even though he is the Pavilion Master, it will be difficult for him to explain when he returns this time.

If someone deliberately manipulates this, his prestige in the cabinet may even be severely undermined, so we must guard against this.

He glanced at the box where Song Changsheng was, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Song Changsheng naturally didn't care about his threat. He sneered and directly lowered the curtain. The farce that lasted for nearly half an hour came to an end.

In terms of harvest, the old woman who took out the [Yin Yang Purple Tree Seedling] made the most money. She originally thought that it would be enough to sell it for hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, but who knew that after Feng Xiao's interference, the profit doubled!
After the old woman passed, it was Song Changsheng's turn. He exchanged some of the spiritual materials that he had no use for a batch of other spiritual materials, and then released a message seeking to purchase yang-attributed spiritual objects from heaven and earth, but unfortunately he received no response.

In fact, this is normal. Most of the people present are Purple Mansion cultivators. Anyone who is a little ambitious is looking for spiritual objects in heaven and earth to supplement their own Five Elements of Taoism. If there are any, they will use them for themselves or relatives and friends, so they would not be willing to give them away.

The trade fair lasted for more than four hours, during which Song Changsheng spent 150,000 spirit stones to exchange for a piece of [Wind Evil Steel] from a casual cultivator.

[Wind Evil Steel] is a third-grade top-grade spiritual material. It can be used as the main material for refining magical instruments, and can also be used to smelt in the Purple Mansion Furnace. Its properties are exactly matched with Song Qingxing, so since he has encountered it, there is no reason to let it go.

This time Feng Xiao did not jump out to embarrass himself. Song Changsheng guessed that he had almost spent all the spirit stones. After all, it was a trade fair, and barter was the mainstream. Few people would carry a large amount of spirit stones.

If what he expected was correct, the hundreds of thousands of spirit stones that Feng Wujin brought should have other uses.

After the trade fair ended, Feng Xiao and Feng Wujin left immediately.

In fact, if they hadn't been concerned about Peng Zhengying's face, they would have planned to leave long ago. They felt uncomfortable in the second half.

After walking out of the Jinyu Pavilion, Feng Wujin looked at the gloomy Feng Xiao and said coldly: "Go back to the inn and practice well. You are not allowed to go anywhere before you break through the foundation-building great perfection!"

"I go back alone?"

"I'm going to see an old friend."

Feng Xiao immediately perked up and said quickly, "Don't worry, my grandson will practice hard."

"Hmph, I hope so." Feng Wujin snorted coldly, turned around and left quickly.

After watching him leave, Feng Xiao rubbed his hands and showed a wretched smile on his face. Little did he know that in an empty corner, there was a pair of eyes staring at him intently...

After Song Changsheng left Jinyu Pavilion, he was thinking about Song Qingxing and others, and wondered whether he should go to Peng Siying to inquire about the progress of the case.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

"It's the man who trafficked the snake woman."

Although the other person was wearing a hood, Song Changsheng recognized him at a glance. However, he did not think much about it and just thought it was a coincidence. Seeing the other person turn into an alley, he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the inner city.

This time he did not see Peng Siying. The waiter in the small pavilion told him that because there was new progress in the case, Peng Siying went out early in the morning.

"Did the murderer get found?" Song Changsheng thought to himself. He thanked the waiter and returned to the inn, planning to visit again the next day.

As a result, that night, there was a knock on his door, and everyone looked and found that it was Hongluan.

Song Changsheng frowned slightly and asked, "What is the matter with Daoist Fellow Hongluan's visit so late at night?"

"Miss invites you." Hongluan said with a cold face.

"At this time?" Although Song Changsheng was a little confused, he didn't think much about it. He packed up a little and followed Hongluan to the inner city.

The two walked in silence all the way to Peng Siying's attic.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Peng Siying sitting on the couch, her face looking a little ugly.

Song Changsheng suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Miss, I've brought the person here." Hongluan saluted respectfully.

Peng Siying raised her head and waved her hand gently, saying, "You go out first."

"Fellow Daoist Song, please take a seat."

"Why, is the case not going well?"

Peng Siying stretched out her slender jade fingers to rub her swollen temples, and sighed, "It's more than just bad luck.

Just an hour ago, Feng Xiao died!"

...(End of chapter)