Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

The conflict broke out at a small martial arts arena less than five miles away from the Song family's main hall, and the two parties involved were Song Qingxia and Song Muqi.

Many people had gathered around the martial arts arena, including Song Luyun and Song Qingxuan, the deputy envoy from the ancestral lineage. Neither side had any intention of stopping the conflict between the two.

However, Song Qingxia is a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, while Song Muqi is a cultivator in the great perfection stage of foundation building. This is obviously an unequal competition.

The two sides were confronting each other, and the scene was already filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. At this time, Song Changsheng and Song Zhexuan arrived, and everyone hurriedly saluted when they saw them.

"What's going on?" Song Zhexuan turned his gaze to Song Qingxuan, hoping she could give an explanation.

Song Qingxuan said calmly, "Mu Qi has an outspoken personality. When the general affairs elder took us on a tour, he often made provocative remarks. This young man happened to hear it when he passed by, and he proposed to compete with Mu Qi.

The general affairs elder and I thought that the two clans had been disconnected for many years, and there was a lack of communication and exchange between the younger generation of monks. Appropriate exchanges could enhance the friendship between the two clans, so we did not stop it, but we did not expect to disturb the clan leader and uncle. "

What he said sounded very high-sounding, but Song Changsheng knew very well that it was all because he had acted too strong before, which had embarrassed his ancestors and made them feel ashamed. Now they were trying to make up for it.

Is there anything more direct than using force?
I'm afraid there are none.

Although Song Muqi is somewhat arrogant, his talent is quite high. Before he was a hundred years old, he had already reached the great perfection of foundation building and was a candidate for Purple Mansion. Even in the ancestral bloodline, he was a top genius.

He has received systematic training from his ancestors since he was young. The mental methods and spells he has cultivated are the best in the clan. He has also been taught by famous teachers. He can completely crush ordinary cultivators of the same level unilaterally.

Following Song Zhexuan, Song Muqi also visited other branches of the Song family. He could not find any rivals among the younger generation, and even the older generation of foundation-building cultivators rarely could defeat him.

In his eyes, the Wangyue Song family was even worse than the branches of the families he had visited before.

That was why he spoke so boldly and deliberately provoked the anger of the Song family cultivators, just to make them unable to resist challenging him. Then he would win the competition easily and vent the anger he had suffered at the hands of Song Changsheng.

In other words, this so-called "competition" was actually just something Song Muqi deliberately instigated in order to vent his personal grudges. He was originally worried that Song Qingxuan would stop him, but he never thought that the other party actually condoned his behavior this time.

This couldn't help but increase his confidence, and he spoke with more confidence. Even when he saw Song Zhexuan and Song Changsheng coming together, he didn't feel scared.

Looking at the two people confronting each other on the field, Song Zhexuan frowned slightly and said, "What nonsense! Even if it is a competition, one should find a cultivator with a similar level of cultivation. Isn't this an unfair victory?"

"Elder, I would like to find someone with a similar level of cultivation, but unfortunately I can't do it." Song Muqi spread his hands and swept his eyes over the Song family cultivators present, full of provocation.

He really didn't lie.

There are only a few cultivators in the Song family who have reached the great perfection of foundation building. Song Qingxing is in seclusion in the vast small world, and Song Qingxi is protecting him.

Song Lutong is still in Liehuotang, helping the old ghost Chihuo to train the Chiyang Guards.

Xia Yunxue stays in the wine-making workshop all year round, turning a deaf ear to the outside world and devoting herself wholeheartedly to making wine.

Song Yulong had received the news in advance and had already hidden himself.

Song Luzhou failed to break through and was now frozen under the cold pool. There was really no cultivator on Cangmang Peak who had reached the great perfection of the foundation building stage to compete with Song Muqi.

For a moment, the Song family monks present felt extremely aggrieved.

"In that case, Mu Ci should be allowed to spar with this young friend. Why are you joining in the fun? Why don't you step back?" Song Zhexuan shouted.

After all, Song Zhexuan still has to save face. If he lets a person who has reached the great perfection of foundation building compete with another person who has reached the late stage of foundation building, even if the latter wins, the ancestral lineage will lose face.

Hearing this, Song Muqi was quite unwilling, but he could not disobey the order, so he could only secretly send a message to Song Muci: "I leave it to you, you must win quickly and make these country bumpkins realize the gap between the side branch and the main branch!"

Song Muci nodded slightly and said, "Don't worry, brother. I will definitely help you vent your anger."

The two exchanged positions. Song Muci looked at Song Qingxia in front of him and said provocatively, "I will be your opponent."

Facing her provocation, Song Qingxia remained calm, her slender fingers gently stroking the hilt of the sword. An extremely sharp sword force condensed in the scabbard, which changed her entire temperament.

Song Muci waved her hand, and a nine-section emerald green bamboo whip appeared in her hand. With a "snap", a clear whip mark was left on the training ground paved with fine iron floor.

"Chong-"

The sword was unsheathed, and the clear and loud sword chant resounded throughout the Cangmang Peak. A streak of snow-white sword light was like the sun passing through the sky, bursting out directly and colliding with that crisp streak.

There was no communication between the two sides, and they didn't even know each other's names, but they just started fighting. The Song family cultivators present looked up, watching the two figures fighting fiercely in the air, their hearts already in their throats.

Many people witnessed the conflict between Song Qingxia and Song Muqi. The contempt and disdain expressed in Song Muqi's words were like sharp thorns, piercing their hearts from all directions.

This is a battle that concerns the dignity of the Wangyue Song family, and everyone hopes that Song Qingxia will be the winner.

"Chief, do you think Qingxia can win?" Song Luyun asked quietly.

"Qingxia is quite talented in the art of sword. She has been practicing diligently with Elder Yuan over the years and has already mastered the true art of swordsmanship from Mount Jiulong. Among the fellow cultivators of the same generation in the family, she is ranked among the top five. She may still have a gap compared to Song Muqi, but she should be on par with Song Muchi." Song Changsheng gave a fair evaluation.

Song Luyun's eyes flickered slightly as she asked, "Should we send someone to call Qingxi back to deal with Song Muqi?"

"No need. As long as Qingxia can win this round, they won't mention the competition anymore." Song Changsheng shook his head slightly. He didn't really care about winning or losing in the competition between the juniors.

After the victory, the family monks were proud and their morale was boosted, while Song Zhexuan and others were humiliated and returned home in defeat.

Although the self-confidence of the family monks would be affected to a certain extent after the defeat, it might be a good thing to learn from the shame and then become brave.

Even if Song Zhexuan and others won, at most they would just feel a little psychologically satisfied. There is nothing to brag about the main branch defeating the side branch.

Therefore, there is no need to call Qingxi back to the clan. In this battle, whether Qingxia wins or loses, it is the final result.

"boom--"

A shocking explosion sounded in the air, and brilliant sword lights were seen flying all over the sky. The sound of sword energy piercing the air lingered in everyone's ears, and everyone's vision was filled with white sword energy.

And in that vast expanse of white, there is a touch of lush green that exudes vitality.

Song Changsheng looked into the distance and found that Song Qingxia had not even drawn her sword until this moment in the battle. The sword energy flying in the sky was just a manifestation of her own powerful sword intent.

The sword in her hand was still accumulating sword power, and at this moment it had reached an extremely terrifying level. "If Qingxia draws the sword at this moment, Song Muci will definitely lose." Song Changsheng thought secretly in his heart.

Song Qingxia was using an extremely special secret technique of the Jiulong Mountain lineage, called the [Sword Drawing Technique]. The characteristic of this secret technique is that it can accumulate sword energy indefinitely. The more sword energy accumulated, the more powerful the sword will be when drawn.

Before the competition began, Song Qingxia had already been accumulating sword energy. Until now, she still hadn't drawn her sword, so Song Changsheng was confident that as long as Song Qingxia drew her sword, she would be able to win the battle.

But what puzzled him was that even though the accumulated sword power had reached such a powerful level, Song Qingxia still had no intention of drawing the sword.

According to the current trend, the sword force will continue to accumulate and will backfire on Song Qingxia until it is out of her control.

Song Qingxia's behavior made Song Changsheng puzzled, but in Song Muchi's eyes, it was a naked contempt for her. They had been fighting for more than a quarter of an hour. She had tried her best, but her opponent hadn't even drawn her sword. She could not tolerate such contempt from the opponent.

"I want to see if you can draw your sword!"

Song Muchi made up his mind and swung the nine-section bamboo whip in his hand. It suddenly turned into several feet long, like a giant green python riding on the clouds and mist. It was filled with spiritual power and exuded a heart-pounding breath.

"Well, that's right. Mu Ci has indeed grown a lot over the years. We can consider training him more after we go back." Looking at this scene, Song Qingxuan secretly communicated with Song Zhexuan.

"You have good talent, but if you don't change your arrogant and domineering nature, your future achievements will be very limited." Song Zhexuan said with a straight face.

Although this competition was instigated with his consent, he still listened to what Song Changsheng said before.

"After I go back, I must order people to discipline them strictly. I can't waste these two good seedlings." Song Zhexuan thought secretly.

"Why don't you draw your sword?" Under the blue sky, the giant python behind Song Muchi flew into the air and shouted loudly.

Song Qingxia's eyes were as calm as a deep pool, her black hair fluttering in the wind, she held a sword in her left hand behind her back, and her right hand had five fingers spread out, with a sharp sword energy gathering in them.

Obviously, she still had no intention of drawing her sword.

"Arrogant!" Song Muchi shouted loudly, and the surging spiritual power in his body rushed out. The giant green python transformed from the nine-section bamboo whip behind him suddenly pounced out.

"Roar--"

Looking at the giant python rushing towards him, Song Qingxia's expression remained unchanged. He pushed out his right palm swiftly, and endless sword energy gathered into a storm in his palm, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. The moment the giant python fell into the storm, the scales on its body were worn away layer by layer, and finally were completely worn out in the center of the sword energy storm.

"Om..."

Amidst the wailing, the giant green python transformed back into a nine-section bamboo whip, but compared to before, its smooth surface was now covered with fine sword marks, and its spiritual light was dim.

"Hmm." Song Muchi let out a muffled groan, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

"That's all. You are no match for me. Back off." Song Qingxia said calmly. The battle just now seemed insignificant to her.

"You..." Song Muchi only felt a burning pain on her face. She didn't expect that she would be defeated like this, and defeated so thoroughly. The opponent didn't even draw his sword from beginning to end.

In fact, it was not just her. Song Qingxia's performance even impressed Song Changsheng and Song Luyun.

"Qingxia's progress over the years is truly astonishing."

Song Changsheng originally thought that Song Qingxia and Song Muchi were evenly matched, but he didn't expect that he was wrong this time. Song Qingxia's swordsmanship was as powerful as his back then.

"After meeting this girl, I realized that what you said before was all just modesty." Song Zhexuan said slowly.

"To be honest, Envoy, I am actually quite surprised by her performance. Juniors, please stop sparring. How about we end this battle now?"

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Song Muchi had been badly defeated. If he continued to fight, he would only lose even more miserably. It would be better for him to just admit defeat and save some face in front of others.

Song Zhexuan nodded slightly and said, "Daoyou is right. Mu Ci lost this battle."

Hearing Song Zhexuan's words, Song Muchi was filled with resentment, but she also knew in her heart that she was no match for the person in front of her, and could only exit in disgrace.

At this moment, she no longer had her previous arrogance. She came to Song Qingxuan and was speechless. She knew that her defeat would definitely cause her evaluation in the hearts of the two elders to plummet, which would greatly affect her future development.

For a moment, her heart was filled with hatred towards Song Qingxia and even the entire Wangyue Song family.

Song Muchi has admitted defeat, but Song Qingxia in the air has no intention of retreating. The Qingfeng in her hand is still continuously accumulating sword power.

Because the accumulated sword force was too powerful, her arms were already shaking visibly.

Just when everyone was confused, Song Qingxia looked at Song Muqi below and shouted, "Do I have the qualifications to challenge you now?"

The clear sound echoed in the mountains, and everyone present was shocked.

Only then did Song Changsheng understand why Song Qingxia was so reluctant to draw her sword. It turned out that she wanted to leave the sword to Song Muqi.

"Elder, let me teach her a lesson and avenge my sister Cimei." Faced with such provocation, Song Muqi naturally could not tolerate it and immediately challenged Song Zhexuan to a fight.

Song Zhexuan hesitated for a moment, then reminded: "Be careful of the sword in her hand. This is related to the dignity of the family. Don't be careless."

"Yes, sir!" Song Muqi was overjoyed and quickly flew up on his sword.

Seeing this, Song Qingxuan frowned and said, "That sword is not ordinary. Do you think he can block it?"

"So what if you can't stop it? Just admit defeat?" Song Zhexuan asked back.

Hearing this, Song Qingxuan stopped talking immediately. Indeed, they had no choice, as today's competition was somewhat beyond their expectations.

"Don't think you can be so arrogant just because you beat my sister. Let me see what you are capable of!"

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(End of this chapter)