Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Song Changsheng did not dare to delay and "narrated" the whole incident in detail.

Of course, he concealed everything related to Wu Dian. In his story, he also suffered serious injuries after repelling Zhang Chengzhou and Feng Wujin. In order to prevent being ambushed, he fled the scene as quickly as possible.

Although he said half and half, it was still very credible. After all, he was just a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator. It was reasonable that he would have to pay a price to defeat two late-stage Purple Mansion cultivators head-on.

It would be more reasonable to choose to evacuate because you are worried that the fluctuations caused by the battle will attract other people.

The most important thing is that what he said is absolutely consistent with the information revealed by Zhang Chengzhou, and should be able to gain the trust of the person in front of him.

As he expected, the middle-aged monk did not raise any questions after listening to his narration. He just nodded slightly and then flew away without any hesitation.

Song Changsheng heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing this, and sat down on the bluestone on the river bank, slowly calming himself down. Facing a powerful Jindan Zhenren head-on, the pressure was extremely great. In just a short period of time, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

"Sure enough, activating the [Bai Sha Qiongqi Cauldron] is too ostentatious. Even a Jindan Zhenren was attracted here." Song Changsheng secretly reflected and told himself in his heart that he must be very careful when using the [Bai Sha Qiongqi Cauldron] in the future.

He was not sure whether the Jindan cultivator had really left or was pretending to leave, and he did not dare to stay any longer. He got up and went straight back to Sifang City. After being out for a day and a night, Song Qingxi and the others must be worried.

After he left, the middle-aged cultivator who had left earlier appeared on the other side of the stream at some point. He looked at Song Changsheng's departing back, his eyes flickering slightly, and chuckled, "Song Changsheng...an interesting young man..."

Song Changsheng returned to the Sifang City Inn, and Song Qingxi and others surrounded him with concern.

He did not go into detail, only saying that Feng Wujin had been dealt with and the threat from Ziyun Pavilion had been temporarily lifted. However, he specifically reminded Song Qingyun that he must not reveal his identity while training in the Gusu cultivation world, so as not to be targeted by Ziyun Pavilion.

After that, he turned his gaze to Song Qingxing and Song Qingxi and said, "You guys get ready. If nothing unexpected happens, we will be going back in the next two days."

"As ordered."

Just as they were talking, the innkeeper suddenly knocked on their door.

"What's the matter?" Song Changsheng asked in a deep voice.

"Senior, the City Lord's Mansion sent someone to see you."

"City Lord's Mansion?" Song Changsheng thought about it for a moment and realized that the news of Feng Wuji's death must have been passed back. The death of the Pavilion Master was such a big matter that Ziyun Pavilion would have to ask about it no matter what.

However, the fact that the City Lord's Mansion directly sent people to question him is somewhat intriguing. Did they directly identify him as a suspect?

But it didn't matter. Even if he admitted that he killed Feng Wujin, so what? He didn't do it in the city, so even if the City Lord's Mansion knew about it, they couldn't do anything to him.

"I'm going downstairs to meet the people from the City Lord's Mansion. Please don't show up."

Song Qingxi said with a worried look on his face: "The City Lord's Mansion won't do anything to you, right?"

"It should be just a normal questioning. A mere Ziyun Pavilion is not qualified to ask the City Lord's Mansion to send people to arrest me. That would be against the rules. If Feng Xiao hadn't died some time ago, the City Lord's Mansion wouldn't even look at Feng Wuji's death."

Song Changsheng understood the twists and turns here very well, and followed the servant downstairs.

At this time, a young monk in a black robe, with a white face and no beard, stood in front of the counter downstairs. He held a red lacquered sword in his arms. Although he just stood there quietly, no one dared to approach him, and even the voices of conversation were lowered.

The people in the inn did not know this monk, but they recognized the sword in his arms. It was the symbol of the law enforcement elder of the City Lord's Mansion. Anyone who knew a little about it would be frightened when seeing this sword.

Everyone was wondering who had committed what kind of crime that required a law enforcement elder to take action personally.

Thinking of the series of murders that had occurred before, everyone's face showed a look of uneasiness.

At this time, Song Changsheng came downstairs under the guidance of the servant.

The young monk had a somewhat cold expression. After seeing Song Changsheng, he asked bluntly, "Song Changsheng?"

"Yes." Song Changsheng looked calm and didn't feel nervous at all.

"I am going to the City Lord's Mansion to ask questions. Please come with me."

After saying this, the young monk turned around and prepared to leave.

The eyes of everyone in the inn when they looked at Song Changsheng suddenly changed, and some people were even whispering about what evil he had done.

Song Changsheng frowned slightly and called him over directly, "My fellow Taoist, if the City Lord's Mansion wants to question me, I am naturally willing to cooperate, but you should at least give me a reason, right?"

Although I roughly knew why this person was looking for me, knowing it was still necessary to make some things clear in advance. If I was taken away by him without any reason and without any explanation, people who didn't know would think he had committed a heinous crime.

Reputation is something that needs to be maintained when it is necessary.

The young monk said without even turning his head: "The successor of the City Lord's Mansion does not need a reason."

"What a joke! Fellow Daoist, are you treating me as a criminal?" The other party spoke very impolitely, and Song Changsheng's tone also became unfriendly.

"What do you mean?" The young monk finally turned around and looked at Song Changsheng with an unfriendly look.

Song Changsheng looked indifferent and said calmly: "It's nothing, I just don't want to go, please go back."

If the other party could talk to him calmly, he wouldn't mind going to the City Lord's Mansion to put an end to Feng Wujing's death. Anyway, he had no intention of hiding it.

But the other party treated him like a criminal right from the start, and Song Changsheng felt a little unhappy. He had not violated any of the city's ban, and if he really followed him like this, he would be completely embarrassed.

Anyway, the other party has neither an arrest warrant nor a subpoena, and they are just empty-handed. Even if he doesn't cooperate with the questioning, the other party can't do anything to him.

The young monk's eyes flashed, and he took a step forward and asked, "You want to fight against the City Lord's Mansion?"

"What a big hat. Song is familiar with the rules and regulations of Sifang City. If the City Lord's Mansion wants to question me, it is my duty to cooperate. If I don't cooperate, it is my responsibility.

You don't have a summons from the City Lord's Mansion, nor an arrest warrant. You don't even have a reason when I ask you. Why should I go with you?"

Song Changsheng was fearless. If he was dealing with an ordinary person, he would not need any subpoena or something like that. However, he was a guest elder of the Wanlong Chamber of Commerce. It was true that he had no real power, but his nominal status was a little higher than that of the elder of the City Lord's Mansion in front of him.

Not to mention that he has not committed any crime, even if he has, the City Lord's Mansion does not have the ability to arrest him directly and must inform the Bandung Chamber of Commerce first.

At that time, the Bandung Chamber of Commerce will send someone to investigate the matter. After confirmation, the president or vice president of the Bandung Chamber of Commerce will personally cancel Song Changsheng's status as a guest elder, and then the City Lord's Mansion can arrest him.

If there is any mistake in this process, Song Changsheng will be helpless. His status as a guest elder is his confidence.

In addition, even if the guest elder's badge doesn't work, he still has the guest elder's badge of the Demon-Suppressing Hall.

There is also a branch of the Demon Subduing Palace in the Gusu cultivation world. As long as he asks for help there, he can get help.

Different from the badges of the guest elders of the Bandung Chamber of Commerce, the guest elders of the Demon Subduing Hall are all people who have made significant contributions to the Demon Subduing Hall. As long as it is not a matter of principle, the Demon Subduing Hall will step in to resolve it.

As a huge force spread throughout the entire human cultivation world, the Demon-Suppressing Palace is still very prestigious.

Song Changsheng's words made the young cultivator's eyes even colder, but he couldn't find any loopholes to refute. In public, he couldn't use force directly, so he could only say in a cold voice: "This elder suspects that you are related to the death of the Pavilion Master of Ziyun Pavilion. Is this reason enough?"

This statement immediately caused an uproar. Ziyun Pavilion was not a small and well-known force in the Gusu cultivation world. Everyone present knew about it. Maybe some people knew about it in the past, but because of Feng Xiao's death, some people deliberately spread the news, so those who didn't know about it also knew about it.

At that time, many people sympathized with Feng Wujin. The only son of the Feng family suffered a tragic loss and the old man had to send off his young sons several times.

Just a few days later, Feng Wujin also died.

He was the current Pavilion Master of Ziyun Pavilion, with a distinguished status, but he died so quietly.

For a moment, fear spread among the crowd, which showed that the psychological trauma caused by the previous murder had not yet been completely eliminated.

Song Changsheng ignored the people around him pointing and chuckling, "What a coincidence, I actually know a little bit about this matter. But as far as I know, Feng Wujin should have died outside the city. Since when did the City Lord's Mansion start to care about things outside the city? Does Sifang City no longer remain neutral?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around them suddenly felt even more uneasy. The neutrality of Sifang City was the main factor that attracted them. If they really gave up their neutrality, it would be a disaster for the entire Gusu cultivation world.

The young monk's expression suddenly changed, and he scolded: "Nonsense, when did this elder ever say such a thing?"

"Oh~ It turns out that Song had misunderstood. If that's the case, then isn't it a bit absurd for you to summon me to the City Lord's Mansion for questioning using this reason? Feng Wujin didn't die in the city."

"Are you admitting that you are the murderer?"

Song Changsheng looked at him like an idiot and said, "When did I admit it? I just happened to know a little bit of inside information."

"Besides." Song Changsheng changed the subject.

“Even if I was the one who killed Feng Wujin, so what? He died outside the city, not inside. Are you going to capture him for the reward on behalf of Ziyun Pavilion?

Tsk tsk tsk, then Song has really opened his eyes."

Song Changsheng's words were extremely insulting, and the young cultivator's face immediately turned pale.

Just as the two were in a stalemate, a familiar figure walked into the inn.

"Daoyou Hongluan?" Song Changsheng was a little surprised. Why did she come?

He deliberately glanced at the young monk and found that his expression was a little unnatural. Song Changsheng immediately understood that the two were probably not in the same group and immediately felt relieved.

Hong Luan ignored Song Changsheng, but looked at the young monk and asked directly: "Elder Chen Lang, why are you here?"

Although Hongluan is nominally only Peng Siying's personal maid, she actually holds great power in both the Bandung Chamber of Commerce and Sifang City. She is equivalent to Peng Siying's external spokesperson and her status is far above Chen Lang.

Facing her question, Chen Lang did not dare to neglect it and quickly said: "Song Changsheng is suspected of a murder case. I have been ordered to invite him to question him."

Compared to when he faced Song Changsheng, he was obviously lacking in confidence at this moment.

"Murder? When has a murder happened in the city again? Chen Lang, do you dare to take responsibility for what you said?" Hong Luan spoke very impolitely and directly forced him into a dead end.

Chen Lang's forehead was covered with sweat. He didn't dare to take the blame, so he said quickly, "It's not inside the city, it's outside the city. Feng Wujin, the head of Ziyun Pavilion, died yesterday. It's suspected to be related to..."

He was interrupted before he could finish his words. Hong Luan said with a mocking look on her face: "Since when has it become Elder Chen's turn to take care of things outside the city? Elder Chen is so generous, does Elder Chen want to take care of the affairs of the Chamber of Commerce as well?"

Chen Lang's face changed drastically, and he quickly lowered his head and said, "I dare not."

"Then don't back down yet!"

"As ordered."

Chen Lang didn't dare to stay any longer. He turned around and left immediately, ignoring the gazes of the people around him. He didn't dare to look at Song Changsheng again the whole time.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng couldn't help but look at Hongluan with admiration. In his mind, she had always been considered sarcastic and unreasonable, but he didn't expect that she had such a domineering side.

After dealing with Chen Lang, Hong Luan turned her gaze to Song Changsheng and said expressionlessly, "Elder Song, the young lady invites you."

"Please lead the way." This time Song Changsheng agreed very straightforwardly.

After the two left, the atmosphere in the inn gradually returned to normal. Everyone was very excited after watching a big show and speculated about Song Changsheng's identity.

Unfortunately, Song Changsheng was not a celebrity in Gusu, and they could not figure out the reason no matter how much they guessed.

After arriving at Peng Siying's small pavilion, Hongluan recounted what had happened in the inn before. Peng Siying's face suddenly became a little ugly.
She said apologetically, "What happened today was an accident. I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

Song Changsheng shook his head slightly and said, "Daoyou, you are worrying too much. I didn't take what happened just now to heart. I don't know why you asked me to come here this time. Is it because of Feng Wujiu's matter?"

Peng Siying said nonchalantly: "Of course not, whether it's Feng Wujin or Chen Wujin, as long as they didn't die in the city, it has nothing to do with me.

I asked Hongluan to invite you to ask when you plan to return to the Great Qi Cultivation Realm. The elders who are setting up the inter-domain space teleportation array are quite busy. Please tell me a time so that I can arrange someone for you."

Song Changsheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly said, "Daoyou, please make the arrangements. I'm available anytime."

"Then I'll make the decision for you." Peng Siying nodded slightly, then asked curiously, "So, did you really kill Feng Wujin?"

Song Changsheng: “…”

...(End of chapter)