Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Anyone who can walk with Peng Siying can tell with a simple thought that this group of people are not ordinary people. Most of them might be her suitors. Each of them is like a peacock spreading its tail. If they bump into each other at this time, they will most likely be used as shields.

Sure enough, without waiting for the man to ask, Peng Siying walked out of the crowd, and then came to Song Changsheng's side very naturally, and introduced him to everyone with a smile: "This is my Wanlong Chamber of Commerce guest elder, Taoist name 'Zixu', and he is also my best friend.

He is a local of the Great Qi Cultivation World. He will arrange where I should go later, so you don't need to worry about it."

Looking at the two people's arms pressed together, the man in purple who spoke earlier had a subtle flash of strangeness in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

He cast his eyes towards a man beside him who was wearing a red robe with a winged golden crow embroidered on his chest, and asked in a voice transmission: "Fellow Daoist Ling Hua, do you know the origins of this man?"

Seeing how familiar Peng Siying and Song Changsheng were, Ling Hua was also slightly surprised. After hearing the man's question, he considered and responded, "This is the patriarch of a Zifu family in Daqi, named Song Changsheng. He became famous at a young age and is quite famous.

At the same time, he is also a disciple of Mingxia Zhenren of Luoxia City. As for when he became involved with Wanlong Chamber of Commerce, Ling is not sure. "

"Back then, Ziyun Pavilion Master Feng Wujin was beheaded outside Sifang City. It seemed that he was related to a cultivator named Song Changsheng. Could it be this person?" The purple-clothed man's eyes narrowed slightly.

"If it's not a coincidence, then it must be him without a doubt." Ling Hua spread his hands.

"The master of Ziyun Pavilion is a late-stage Purple Mansion cultivator. Is this person so powerful?"

"Patriarch Song is also a cultivator in the late Purple Mansion period."

The man in purple suddenly realized that what he said made sense. Such a person was indeed qualified to be a guest of the Song Wanlong Chamber of Commerce.

"He is indeed a strong opponent, but the gap in status is not something you can easily bridge."

Thinking of this, the purple-clothed man smiled again, walked slowly to Song Changsheng and the other man, bowed and said, "I am Zi Fuchuan, a disciple of the Ancient God Pavilion, nice to meet Clan Leader Song. I have heard of your great name for a long time."

Zi Fuchuan spoke politely and his attitude was courteous, but there was still a sense of arrogance in his words that was difficult to conceal.

"Ancient God Pavilion?"

Song Changsheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this. The Ancient God Pavilion is one of the two major Jindan forces in the Gusu cultivation world. It has a history of more than 8,000 years, and its ancestors also produced a Yuanying Zhenjun.

Although there are also only three Jindan Zhenren, the overall strength is stronger than that of the Jinwu Sect.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Naturally, the interior of a sect cannot be monolithic, especially a sect with a long history, which is full of factions.

The most powerful among them is the "Zi Family", which occupies half of the Ancient God Pavilion. Not only one of the three existing Jindan True Immortals is from the Zi Family, but the only Yuanying True Lord in the history of the Ancient God Pavilion is also from the Zi Family.

If it had not fallen so quickly, the Ancient God Pavilion would have become the private property of the Zi family long ago.

Even so, the power of the Zi family in the Ancient God Pavilion is unquestionable.

As a direct disciple of Jindan Zhenren of the Ancient God Pavilion, and also from the Zi family, Zi Fuchuan does have the capital to be arrogant.

However, this had nothing to do with Song Changsheng. Hearing this, he simply returned a salute and nothing else happened.

Song Changsheng's calm attitude made Zi Fuchuan a little embarrassed, but he was no longer a young boy, so he did not show his embarrassment. Instead, he looked at Peng Siying and said, "Siying, although Clan Leader Song is a local, this is the Jinyang Mountains. In terms of familiarity, Fellow Daoist Ling Hua is more familiar with it.

Besides, as the head of the clan, Fellow Daoist Song must be very busy. There are quite a few of us on this trip, so it is better not to disturb Fellow Daoist Song for such a trivial matter as sightseeing."

Peng Siying frowned slightly and said, "Zi Fuchuan, please use my full name when you call me. We are not that close yet."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent, and one could hear a pin drop. Zi Fuchuan's smile froze on his face.

After a while, Zi Fuchuan laughed dryly and said, "It was me who was reckless. It was Brother Peng who reminded me."

"However, what you said makes sense. This is the Jinwu Sect, and Fellow Daoist Linghua must be more familiar with it. I'll have to trouble Fellow Daoist Linghua to arrange the next trip. This is my first time in Daqi, and I'm a little tired, so I won't go with you."

Zi Fuchuan secretly clenched his hands under his sleeves, but said calmly: "In that case, I will send Brother Peng back first."

"Brother Daoist Zi, don't you want to swim in the Golden Pool? I won't waste your time. Besides, this is the Jinwu Sect, not a dangerous place. Is there anyone who would try to murder me?" Peng Siying cast his gaze towards Ling Hua who was in the crowd.

Seeing this, Ling Hua had no choice but to stand up and say, "Fellow Daoist Peng, you are all joking. You are all guests of our Jinwu Sect. The Jinwu Sect will naturally guarantee your absolute safety."

Peng Siying raised an eyebrow at Zi Fuchuan and said, "Brother Daoist Zi, you heard that, right? The Jinwu Sect will be responsible for my safety, so I won't bother you anymore."

Immediately, she changed the subject and said, "Even if something unexpected really happens, Changsheng's cultivation is enough to protect me."

After saying that, without caring about the dark look on Zi Fuchuan's face, he took Song Changsheng and walked in the direction they came from.

The moment he passed through the crowd, Song Changsheng felt countless eyes falling on him, some curious, some scrutinizing, some doubtful, but more of jealousy.

Song Changsheng smiled bitterly in his heart. Sure enough, he was being used as a shield. Although he was not very willing, he could only be pulled around by Peng Siying like a puppet.

After the two walked away, a burst of shrill laughter suddenly broke out from the crowd.

This laughter sounded so ironic to Zi Fuchuan's ears that he turned around suddenly and locked onto the person who was laughing in the crowd.

He was a young monk with fair skin and dressed like a scholar.

Seeing the anger in Zi Fuchuan's eyes, he was not afraid, but glared back provocatively, saying sarcastically: "Brother Zi doesn't look very good, could it be that Brother Peng took your soul away just now?"

"Humph!"

Faced with the provocation from this old rival, Zi Fuchuan did not respond. He snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally Ling Hua stepped out and said a few words to smooth things over. The atmosphere on the scene then returned to normal, and the group walked towards the "Golden Pool" talking and laughing.

The young monk was no exception, he just secretly memorized the name "Song Changsheng" in his heart...

"When did Brother Peng arrive in Daqi?"

"It's been a few days. If I had known these people would be here, I wouldn't have come. They're like flies all day long, so annoying." Peng Siying puffed out her cheeks and said angrily.

"A gentleman loves a beautiful lady. No matter where you go, Brother Peng is always the center of attention. Haven't you gotten used to it after all these years?"

Peng Siying couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "Don't you know what purpose these people have in approaching me?"

"Contacts between people are bound to have various purposes, this is inevitable. If you really don't want to deal with these people, why not just drive them away?

I just checked the cultivation of those people. Apart from Ling Hua from the Jinwu Sect, only Zi Fuchuan and a pretty boy have reached the initial stage of the Purple Mansion. You are already a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator, so it is not difficult to deal with them. As long as you don't kill them, I think no one will dare to trouble you. "Song Changsheng rolled his eyes and came up with a "bad" idea.

Unexpectedly, Peng Siying's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she looked quite interested.

For her, this is indeed a good idea. Most men care about their reputation, especially the monks who come from powerful forces. If they are defeated by the woman they pursue, they will probably not have the face to continue to pester her.

Immediately, she rolled her eyes and asked with a smile, "You said that people come into contact with each other for various purposes, so what is your purpose in approaching me?"

Song Changsheng smiled and did not answer, but changed the subject and said: "I'm sorry to bother you with the spiritual wine shop before. If it weren't for your protection, the Song family's spiritual wine would not have been able to open up so quickly.

I have been so busy with worldly affairs these years that I haven't had the chance to thank you in person."

Although she knew that he was trying to change the subject on purpose, Peng Siying did not continue to ask. They were all grown up. Some things were better understood in the heart; if they were spoken out loud, the meaning would change.

He shook his head slightly and said, "It's just a small thing, just a few words, there's nothing to thank me for.

Besides, you have willingly served as a shield for me today, so we are even now."

"Can you find someone else to act as a shield next time? The pressure is so great." Song Changsheng complained.

"We'll talk about it next time. Also, please don't look embarrassed. I don't like it when people try to be a shield for me." Peng Siying said angrily, with her hands on her hips.

"Yes, yes, I don't know what's good for me." Song Changsheng replied perfunctorily, and then he looked around and said, "The environment here is indeed much better than mine. You even set up a [Spirit Gathering Array]."

"Don't you think it's a bit redundant for us to set up a [Spirit Gathering Array] for a fourth-level spirit vein? It's not necessary at all."

"That's not necessarily true." Song Changsheng muttered to himself.

There are three ways to improve the quality of a spirit vein. One is to allow it to absorb the laws of heaven and earth and grow stronger. The first spirit veins in the world were promoted in this way.

But later, the laws of heaven and earth changed, and even the spiritual energy became extremely complicated, making this path almost impossible to follow.

The second is "fusion", which is to fuse the same-level or lower-level spirit veins with each other. Once that limit is reached, one can be promoted.

However, the fusion of spiritual veins is not an easy task, and it requires a highly skilled geomancer to implement it.

The third method is relatively simple. It is to directly "spend money" and invest a large amount of spirit stones and other spiritual materials to allow the spirit vein to continue to grow and develop, and finally complete the promotion.

This is the most mainstream situation at the moment, and this is how the fourth-level spiritual vein in Luoxia City came about.

If the Song family needs a fourth-level spiritual vein in the future, they will most likely use this method, unless they can contact a fourth-level geomancer, in which case they can choose the second method.

However, the higher the grade of the spirit vein, the more resources that need to be invested in it will increase exponentially. From the fourth to the fifth grade, even the Jinwu Sect cannot achieve it in one step. It can only be accumulated over the years.

Su Ding obviously couldn't wait until that day, so he set up a large [Spirit Gathering Array] at the spring location of the spiritual vein, in order to lock the spiritual energy of the spiritual vein as much as possible in this way. Otherwise, when he tried to break through the Nascent Soul stage, he might fall into the dilemma of insufficient spiritual energy.

Various signs indicate that Su Ding has been preparing for a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage. According to Song Changsheng's speculation, Su Ding's last fight may be in the next few years.

This is not groundless speculation, but an inference based on the duration of its extended life.

Three hundred years, this is already the limit of a fourth-level life-extending spiritual object.

Unless he can find a fifth-level longevity treasure, it will be impossible to further extend his lifespan.

The fifth-level longevity treasure is much rarer than the Yuanying Zhenjun, and Song Changsheng is not optimistic about it.

Just then, a middle-aged monk in casual clothes slowly walked out of the room.

The moment he saw the other person, Song Changsheng was stunned. That year outside Sifang City, after he used the [Bai Sha Qiongqi Ding] to kill the ancient witch priest, this person found him and interrogated him.

He didn't know who this person was, he only knew that he was a Jindan Zhenren with profound cultivation.

"father!"

Peng Siying, who was standing by, called out crisply, walked up to the middle-aged man, hugged his arm, pointed at Song Changsheng and said, "This is the Taoist friend Song I mentioned to you before."

Song Changsheng's brain almost exploded. The person in front of him was actually Peng Zhengxiong, the president of the Bandung Chamber of Commerce?
Peng Zhengxiong patted Peng Siying's hand lovingly, then turned his gaze forward, and said with a playful smile on his majestic face: "I know that my father has met him before."

"Have you seen it?"

Now it was Peng Siying's turn to be confused.

Facing Peng Zhengxiong's scrutinizing gaze, Song Changsheng felt as if he was seen through, and his scalp tingled for a moment.

He originally thought it was a coincidence, but now it seems that things may not be that simple.

"Junior Song Changsheng, I pay my respects to the Immortal."

Song Changsheng hurriedly bowed and took the opportunity to avoid eye contact with Peng Zhengxiong.

"No need to be so polite. Since you are Ying'er's friend, it's not a bad idea to call me uncle."

"This……"

The more amiable Peng Zhengxiong acted, the more nervous Song Changsheng became.

"Ying'er, I want to have a good talk with your friend. Please go back to your room and rest."

Peng Siying's eyes swirled between the two of them. She also saw the problem at this moment. Hearing this, she hugged Peng Zhengxiong's arm and said coquettishly, "Daddy, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. Is there anything between you two that your daughter cannot listen to?"

Peng Zhengxiong smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, if you keep shaking like this, my old bones will fall apart. Don't worry, I won't do anything to your friend. Be good and go upstairs first."

"You said it." Peng Siying gave Peng Zhengxiong a warning look, then hurried upstairs, leaving Song Changsheng and Peng Zhengxiong standing outside the courtyard...

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(End of this chapter)