Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Looking at the figure in front of him, Song Changsheng's first reaction was surprise, but then he felt it was reasonable. After all, no one stipulated that it couldn't be him.

"You don't seem surprised at all." The old man's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of dry bark rubbing against each other, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"I was prepared for this, but I didn't expect it to be you. Your concealment skills are really exquisite, and there is no flaw at all. I almost put the blame on Ziyun Pavilion."

Song Changsheng was filled with emotion. He had to say that the person in front of him was really good at hiding.

From the first day he arrived in Sifang City, he noticed that someone was secretly spying on him, and the person who was spying on him was most likely from the crowd watching the snake people.

At first he was misled by wrong information and thought that someone from Ziyun Pavilion had recognized his identity and was therefore spying on him secretly.

Later, in order to verify his guess, he took the initiative to hang around Feng Wujin and his grandson, and Feng Wujin's emotional changes at that time also showed that he did recognize his identity.

Coupled with Feng Xiao's deliberate targeting at the trade fair, he naturally believed that his guess was correct.

This thought continued until Feng Xiao died. When he came out of the inner city, he found that Feng Wujin was following him. At that time, he suddenly realized that his guess might be wrong.

He had been secretly spied on several times before. Although he could feel it, he couldn't catch the person. The other party was like a ghost, following him closely. They could sense his presence but couldn't see him. His hiding skills were top-notch.

But Feng Wujin was obviously not up to the mark and was caught red-handed by him. With such a huge difference in performance before and after, how could they be the same person?

Thinking about the existence of the ancient witch clan in Sifang City, Song Changsheng naturally realized that the person who had been spying on him at the beginning was not Feng Wujin, but someone else.

So when he lured the snake out of the hole, he actually lured out not one snake, but two.

Precisely because he knew that there was another culprit, he used all his means, eager to get rid of Feng Wujin and Zhang Chengzhou. Unfortunately, Feng Wujin had too many life-saving methods, so he was forced to use the third-grade top-grade [Five Thunder Heavenly Evil Talisman].

Even so, Zhang Chengzhou still escaped. It has to be said that it was a failure.

Fortunately, his guess this time was correct, and he lured out another "old snake" hiding in the dark.

This was already the third time they had met.

The first time was when he first entered the city, he sold snake-people women on the street.

The second time was after the trade fair ended. He saw him accidentally and thought it was a coincidence. He didn't expect it was premeditated.

"Did you kill Wu Xiao?" The old man's eyes were cold. Although it was a question, his tone was extremely firm.

"Wu Xiao?"

Song Changsheng was confused when he heard this, but he quickly realized: "Is this Zi Xiao's real name?
Haha, I didn't expect you guys to be so tolerant. He, a half-witchy half-blood, can actually use his clan name as his surname."

In this world, mixed-race people are the least welcomed, no matter which race they are from.

When he killed Zixiao, he didn't expect that he would be targeted by the Ancient Witch Clan, because Zixiao was a mixed-race, and even if he lived in the tribe, his status was no different from that of a slave, and no one would go to great lengths for a slave.

Now it seems that is not the case.

“You don’t need to know these, just answer my questions.” Hot breath came out of the old man’s nose, and a dangerous aura began to gather on his body.

"Yes." Song Changsheng said concisely.

“The clan leader has ordered you to pay for his life.” The old man’s voice gradually became louder.

Song Changsheng sneered when he heard this and said, "He is your clan leader, not mine. If you want my life, then come and take it yourself!"

"Human, tell me your name!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Song Changsheng raised his palm and released a [Palm Thunder].

The old man casually defeated the lightning and said in a voice like a bell: "Your opponent is the fifth priest of the Wu clan, Wu Dian!"

Song Changsheng pursed his lips and said nothing. He changed his steps and arrived above Wu Dian's head in just an instant. A beautiful mountain and river appeared in his palm, and a huge black seal that seemed to be real smashed down on his head.

The whistling wind made Wu Dian's robe rustle. He took out a wooden staff with a tiger head and chanted an unclear spell. A brilliant golden rune appeared on his side.

"Disperse!"

The palm that looked like a dead tree waved lightly, and a dazzling rune flew out and collided with the seal that fell from the sky, and the seal instantly shattered.

Song Changsheng frowned slightly. He had never seen such a strange attack method on Zi Xiao.

As his palm turned, the magic power in his veins rushed towards his palm frantically.

"Minor magical power [Flowing Cloud Hand]"

Faced with the huge palm that seemed to cover the sky and the sun, Wu Dian remained unmoved. He just waved his hand again, and another rune flew out.

"Yu!"

"boom--"

The magical power seemed to have hit an invisible barrier and collapsed directly, without causing any effect on the witch book.

In just a moment of fighting, he used three minor magical powers, but they were all easily resolved by Wu Dian. He didn't even move his feet from beginning to end. This strange method made Song Changsheng feel at a loss for a moment.

Although the other party was only in the late Purple Mansion stage, the pressure he caused him was much greater than that of Zhang Chengzhou and Feng Wujin, who were also in the late Purple Mansion stage, combined.

This is really not an easy opponent. You have to know that the one in front of you is not a mixed-blood like Zixiao, but a pure ancient witch. Magic is not something he is good at. Once the witch blood in his body is activated, his strength will surge again.

Song Changsheng's expression gradually became solemn, and he began to think about how to deal with the situation. He did not want to use the [Bai Sha Qiong Qiong Ding] unless he had no other choice.

Just then, Wu Dian moved.

"prick!"

He just waved the tiger-head wooden staff in his hand, and a symbol shaped like a sharp cone turned into a golden light and rushed straight towards Song Changsheng.

Song Changsheng was unable to dodge, and a blood flower instantly exploded on his left shoulder, leaving a bloody hole deep enough to see the bone.

"cut!"

Another rune shaped like a machete flew out.

Song Changsheng, who had suffered a loss once, naturally would not fall in the same place again. He took a wrong step and flew straight into the sky. The rune missed and hit a barren mountain below. The thousand-foot-high stone mountain was directly cut in half, and the broken end was as smooth as a mirror. Seeing this, Song Changsheng secretly sweated for himself and also became very curious about Wu Dian's strange attack method. How could those small runes have such powerful power?
“As a priest of the Wu clan, Wu Dian’s power comes directly from Wu Zu. What he is using at the moment is the Forbidden Wu Mantra, which has always been practiced by priests of the Wu clan.

Casting this forbidden spell consumes a lot of mental energy, and Wu Dian can't hold on for too long with his cultivation. "Xiao Jiu's voice sounded in Song Changsheng's mind, directly answering his doubts.

"'Forbidden Witch Spells'?" Song Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly. He had seen a few words about it in an ancient book before and only knew that it was an extremely powerful forbidden technique. He didn't expect to see it with his own eyes here, which made him at a loss for a moment.

Wu Dian didn't care what Song Changsheng was thinking. He pressed on step by step and released runes one after another.

"cut!"

"cut!"

"cut!"

Song Changsheng was hit by three "砍" characters in succession. Although he tried his best to dodge, two huge cuts were still made on his body. Blood gushed out and soaked his blue shirt. This was the result of him using the [Tian Gang Cover] to block it once.

The pain and blood continued to stimulate Song Changsheng's nerves. He had to admit that the gap between him and Wu Dian was huge. Even if the [Five Thunder Heavenly Evil Talisman] was not used on Feng Wujiu, it probably would not have much deterrent effect on him.

He dared to act alone as the oriole, which showed that he had impressive capital.

If he was in his prime, he could still deal with it, but he had just experienced a bloody battle and his mana was severely depleted. At this moment, he seemed to be outdone when facing such a strong opponent.

Song Changsheng sighed quietly, ultimately he still had to rely on external forces to solve the problem.

His eyes became fierce and with a wave of his hand, a palm-sized bronze tripod appeared in front of him and enlarged rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the bronze tripod enlarged, an extremely strong bloody aura began to spread out, accompanied by faint wailing sounds.

The Qiongqi on the bronze tripod that was howling towards the sky showed signs of coming back to life.

Looking at the overwhelming bloody aura, Wu Dian's face, which seemed to have never changed, suddenly underwent some subtle changes.

There is no concept of "spiritual treasure" in the inheritance of the ancient witch clan, but he can clearly feel the terrifying power contained in the [Bai Sha Qiongqi Ding], and his expression can't help but become solemn.

Although it was the first time for Song Changsheng to activate the spiritual treasure, he was not under much pressure with the assistance of the spirit of the weapon, Qiongqi. He also did not need to fully exert the power of the [Bai Sha Qiongqi Ding]. Just exerting a part of it should be enough to deal with the current situation.

"Don't let me down." Song Changsheng murmured softly. He was making a big gamble today. If he couldn't kill the enemy with one blow, then only death would be waiting for him. There was no doubt about that.

Of course, he didn't believe that Wu Dian could withstand this attack, otherwise there would be no need for him to struggle.

He bit his tongue directly and spurted out a mouthful of hot blood that fell on the [Bai Sha Qiongqi Cauldron]. The already strong blood evil power became even more terrifying, forming a vast ocean of evil energy above Song Changsheng, covering the sky and the sun.

"Roar--"

The Qiongqi on the tripod came completely alive at this moment. The murderous energy in the air condensed into a Qiongqi phantom that was a hundred feet tall. It seemed as if it had walked out of a sea of ​​blood, and the aura it emanated made people shudder.

Song Changsheng's eyes were wide open with bloodshot, he pushed his palms horizontally and shouted loudly.

"kill!"

"Ow—"

The ferocious beast Qiongqi, formed by bloody evil energy, suddenly pounced towards the direction where Wu Dian was. The strong wind created by its wings hit Wu Dian's face, making him feel a slight pain.

Wu Dian did not dare to be careless and waved the tiger-head wooden staff in his hand repeatedly.

One after another, the word "Yu" was derived, but they were all dispersed by Qiongqi's huge claws.

Seeing that the forbidden spell had no effect, Wu Dian raised the tiger-head wooden staff in his hand high up and howled to the sky:
"Please grant me strength, Wu Zu!"

A strange power suddenly burst out from Wu Dian's body. His originally shriveled flesh and blood instantly became plump and full, and his body grew taller to ten feet. Dense black patterns appeared on his skin, flashing a faint luster.

After activating the Wu clan bloodline in his body, Wu Dian's aura surged, directly rising from the original late Purple Mansion stage to the great perfection of Purple Mansion.

"Roar--"

Facing the powerful and ferocious beast Qiongqi, Wu Dian had no intention of retreating. He even threw away the tiger-head wooden stick in his hand and clenched his fist which was bigger than a sandbag. He wanted to use the power that he was most proud of to shatter Song Changsheng's hope!

"boom!"

The huge beast claw, with endless murderous aura, slapped down on Wu Dian's head. Wu Dian's right arm suddenly grew several times larger. The bulging muscles represented explosive power, and the witch patterns on his body also flashed with strange light.

The fist and the beast's claw collided head-on, unleashing a terrifying force.

Wu Dian only felt that a constant stream of bloody evil energy was entering his body. His eyes quickly became bloodshot and his teeth were chattering, but his spine did not bend even a little.

Song Changsheng was not feeling well at the moment. The magic power in his body was being continuously drained away, and he had to swallow a large amount of magic power-replenishing pills to maintain this consumption.

"Suppress it!" Song Changsheng's eyes were wide open with anger, and he controlled the [Bai Sha Qiongqi Ding] to suppress Wu Dian.

How could Wu Dian, who was already struggling to hold on, resist any longer? The bones, tendons and muscles in his right arm broke into pieces and exploded into a ball of blood mist.

The phantom of Qiongqi roared angrily and swallowed the witch book whole into its stomach.

The fifth priest of the Witch Clan was refined alive by the [Bai Sha Qiong Qiong], and his body was completely destroyed, leaving only the tiger-head wooden staff and an ancient gem bracelet.

After refining the witch code, Song Changsheng immediately took back the [Bai Sha Qiongqi Cauldron], then collapsed and fell to the ground. The [Five Elements Creation Seal] automatically protected its master, supporting his back and allowing him to land steadily on a barren hill.

About a quarter of an hour later, the pale-faced Song Changsheng finally recovered some strength. Fortunately, he had the help of the spirit of the weapon, otherwise, with his current level of cultivation, he would have been drained.

He struggled to stand up, cleared all traces at the scene that might expose his identity, and then left the scene as quickly as possible.

The power of activating the [Bai Sha Qiong Qiong] is so strong, and the bloody evil aura that covers the sky and the sun is really eye-catching. Those who don't know would think that some big devil is causing trouble here.

Although this place is remote, it is possible that it will attract attention. In order to ensure safety, it is better to leave early. In his current state, he does not have the energy to fight another battle with others.

Shortly after Song Changsheng left, a golden light flew over from the direction of Sifang City, revealing a middle-aged cultivator with a majestic face.

He looked around, frowning slightly: "Why did the breath suddenly disappear?"

...(End of chapter)