Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

When Song Muchi saw Song Muchi being defeated so easily, he was indeed shocked in his heart. However, he believed that Song Qingxia was not his opponent yet, and the gap in realm was not so easy to bridge.

Besides, he was not unprepared.

Although he had never practiced swordsmanship, he had learned about secret techniques similar to the [Sword Drawing Technique]. It was nothing more than accumulating strength. This type of secret technique often had terrifying power when it was unleashed, but there were gains and losses. If you couldn't make the final decision in one go, you would definitely lose.

The sword that the opponent has not yet drawn is the reason why she dares to challenge. As long as the sword is drawn, it will be the decisive moment, so he only needs to block this sword to win.

And he naturally has that confidence.

"Just a country bumpkin." Song Muqi thought secretly in his heart.

"I don't have any other skills, only my sword." Song Qingxia spoke slowly, and the aura emanating from her body became increasingly powerful. The clouds gathered around were dispersed by the sword energy emitted from the sword in her hand.

The sword chant was clear and loud, revealing a sense of impatience.

"Heh." Song Muqi chuckled with a strong sense of disdain, and waved his hand. Hundreds of dark green diamond-shaped armor plates appeared on his side, each of which was shrouded in a faint spiritual light.

Each piece of armor is engraved with intricate and mysterious patterns. If taken out individually, it is just a second-level low-grade magical weapon, but if one hundred and eight pieces of armor are combined together, they can form a full-coverage armor of the highest grade spiritual weapon level.

This set of armor was made by a master weapon refiner in the clan. It had helped him to defend against several fatal blows. He was confident that he could use it to block Song Qingxia's sword that was ready to strike.

One hundred and eight pieces of armor, each of which has its own owner, are quickly covered on the surface of Song Muqi's body under the influence of Song Muqi's spiritual power, forming a set of hideous-looking armor, which reflects dark green light under the sunlight.

"Although this set of armor is good, it may still be difficult to use it to block the sword of that girl. Mu Qi is a little too confident." Under the sky, Song Qingxuan frowned.

"Now that things have come to this, what can we do?" Song Zhexuan glanced at her indifferently.

"Why not let Mu Qi try to delay for a while? I think that girl has been accumulating strength for too long and it is difficult for her to continue. If she continues like this, she will definitely be attacked by the sword energy. Mu Qi can win without fighting."

It has to be said that Song Qingxuan's plan was extremely insidious. Song Qingxia had been building up her strength for more than half an hour, and had reached the limit of what she could endure and control. Now she was completely relying on her own willpower to hold on.

She was now continuing to vent her feelings. If Song Muqi did not fight her head-on, the final result would be that either the sword would miss and the Wangyue Song family would be defeated, or Song Qingxia would be attacked by the sword energy and her meridians would be severely damaged.

In short, no matter what the result is, Song Muqi will win in the end. In this way, one win and one loss can also maintain their face as the ancestral lineage.

"No."

Song Zhexuan rejected her proposal without thinking.

"I would rather experience ten failures than such a victory. Do you think the number of people lost today is not enough?" Song Zhexuan's tone revealed deep disappointment. Once upon a time, Song Qingxuan and he were the same kind of people, but he didn't know when she started to make him feel unfamiliar.

Victory requires any means necessary, but definitely not in circumstances like this.

An inexplicable light flashed in Song Qingxuan's eyes, and then she lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head and said, "I was not thoughtful enough, I hope my uncle will forgive me."

Just as the two were communicating, a loud sword chant resounded through the sky. Song Qingxia closed her eyes and her right hand was already on the hilt of the sword. As she moved, the three-foot green blade slowly came out of the sheath. A flash of silver sword light appeared, and the surrounding surging sword energy moved with it, like a river from the sky pouring back, madly pouring into the sword in Song Qingxia's hand.

"hold head high--"

The sword roared like a dragon's roar, and the bright sword light suddenly rushed across the entire battlefield. The sharp sword energy whistled, everywhere and penetrating all holes. Before the sword was unsheathed, the surging sword energy around it had already left deep or shallow sword marks on the armor that Song Muqi was proud of.

Seeing this, a trace of solemnity flashed in Song Muqi's eyes. Until this moment, he truly felt the power of this sword. He suddenly felt a little regretful in his heart that he should not have accepted the challenge so rashly.

But now there was no room for him to regret, because he had been locked by Song Qingxia's sword intent, and there was sword energy everywhere from all directions, and there was no escape. If he ran away at this moment, he would only expose his weakness.

The best solution at the moment is to use all your skills and try your best to block this sword.

"I don't believe that you can defeat me with this sword!"

Song Muqi gritted his teeth and waved his hand. An oil-paper umbrella with the sun, moon and stars printed on it appeared in his hand. This was also a top-grade spiritual weapon with both offensive and defensive capabilities.

But the moment the oil-paper umbrella appeared, an astonishing murderous intent suddenly erupted from Song Changsheng's heart. His hands under his sleeves were clenched tightly, and he was not even aware that his nails were embedded in his flesh.

He was very familiar with this umbrella.

When Song Yulong and his sister traveled across thousands of mountains and valleys to deliver three [Foundation Building Pills] to the Song family, they made a request to the Song family before leaving. (See Chapter 173 for details)
At that time, Song Lu Ke was about to participate in the ancestral lineage's Purple Mansion candidate selection trial, but because his starting point was too low, he lacked a magical weapon that could compete with the main lineage cultivators, so he wanted to ask for one from his family.

At that time, the Song family had only two ownerless top-grade spiritual weapons. After a resolution by the Song Family Elders' Council, the family finally handed over this top-grade spiritual weapon named [Heaven-Covering Umbrella] to Song Yulong to help Song Lu Ke complete the trial.

Later, Song Lu Ke died in a foreign land and the spiritual weapon disappeared. Song Yulong and his sister have always felt guilty about this.

Unexpectedly, this spiritual weapon fell into Song Muqi's hands. If he said that Song Lu Ke's death had nothing to do with him, no one would believe it.

The murderous intent in Song Changsheng's heart reached its peak at this moment. As long as he could subdue Song Muqi, he would be able to torture out the real culprit behind the murder of Song Lu Ke.

"Chief, what that man is holding is the [Sky-Covering Umbrella]!" Song Luyun whispered to Song Changsheng.

With the gradual death of the older generation of cultivators, there are not many cultivators in the Song clan who know about the spiritual weapon [Heaven-Covering Umbrella]. Song Luyun is one of them. It was she who personally handed the [Heaven-Covering Umbrella] to Song Yulong.

"I know. Don't make it public for now. I will have a plan later." Song Changsheng responded secretly.

"Yes, sir." Song Luyun nodded. Even though she was extremely angry, there was no trace of emotion on her face.

At this time, Song Muqi didn't know that because of the spiritual weapon in his hand, he had been labeled as "dead".

He mobilized his spiritual power to open the [Sky-covering Umbrella], and a semicircular black light curtain suddenly appeared above his head. The light curtain extended for a hundred feet, and the sun, moon, and stars appeared alternately, which was extremely gorgeous.

With two top-grade spiritual weapons as defense, his sense of security reached its peak at this moment. He didn't believe that Song Qingxia's sword was really that powerful!

"Swish"

With the bright sword light blooming, Song Qingxia drew out the three-foot green sword in his hand and slashed it out with all his strength. A sharp sword energy that was a hundred feet long fell from the sky. From a distance, it looked like a galaxy, rushing down. Seeing the extremely fast sword energy rushing towards him, although he had the dual protection of the armor and the [Sky-covering Umbrella], he still smelled a strong breath of death at the tip of his nose. The residual power reflected by the sword energy seemed to pierce the protection of the mask and fell on his face, causing a little stinging.

His heart began to beat violently, and all his spiritual power was infused into the [Sky-shading Umbrella] and the armor, as if only this could bring him some sense of security.

"laugh"

The sword energy was like a rainbow, and it fell directly onto the black round cover in the air.

The round cover that seemed to be able to cover the sky was like a piece of black cloth, which was directly torn apart by the sword energy that had been accumulated for a long time, like a sword cutting through the dark night and bringing dawn.

Song Muqi's eyes suddenly widened, and a trickle of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth uncontrollably. His spiritual weapon was damaged, and he was inevitably backlashed.

"What... this is impossible!"

Suddenly, a cry of surprise was heard. It was from Song Muchi who was watching the battle below. She clearly saw that after the magnificent sword energy broke through the defense of the [Sky-Covering Umbrella], it continued to slash towards Song Muchi with its remaining power.

At this moment, Song Muchi could no longer hear Song Muchi's voice. His eyes and ears were filled with the noisy and sharp sword energy. The sword energy seemed to be everywhere and penetrate every pore.

"Chong-"

Finally, the sword energy hit his armor, and he instantly felt like a wild bull had hit his chest. The huge force almost displaced his internal organs.

"呲la"

Countless golden runes appeared on the armor, echoing and connecting with each other, wrapping the sword energy layer by layer, trying to erase the sword.

But all these were in vain, the sword was too powerful, the runes covering it were annihilated one after another, and turned into golden light that dissipated in the sky.

"boom"

The power of this sword was limited after all. After destroying those runes, the sword still failed to break the armor on Song Muqi.

There was a hint of regret in Song Qingxia's eyes. She had reached her limit and could no longer sustain the consumption of flying the sword. She fell from the sky like a bird with broken wings.

Seeing this, Song Luyun immediately flew forward on his sword, held her tightly in his arms, and landed steadily.

Song Changsheng immediately stepped forward to check on her condition and discovered that cracks appeared in her meridians all over her body, the blood and energy in her body was surging and difficult to calm down, and her breath was extremely weak.

He quickly took out a healing pill and fed it to her, then he used the [True Meaning of Life] to heal her.

On the other side, Song Muqi was not having a good time either. Although the sword was blocked by the armor on his body, he suffered serious internal injuries. He could only barely fly to the ground from the air with his sword, and then collapsed directly to the ground.

Song Qingxuan stepped forward to check his injuries and said with a frown, "Half of his ribs are broken, and his internal organs are ruptured. Fortunately, his dantian and meridians are not injured."

"If it weren't for the [Heaven-Covering Umbrella], Mu Qi would have been in great danger under this sword." Song Zhexuan said with emotion. Even he was amazed by Song Qingxia's sword. It was really extraordinary, and there were only a handful of such swordsmen in the family.

"Are you okay, friend Mu Qi? I was young and hot-tempered, and I didn't know how to control my strength. I almost caused a disaster. I hope the envoy will forgive me." Song Changsheng said apologetically.

"If anything happens to my brother, the ancestor will definitely not let you go!" Song Muchi's eyes were red, as if he was going to choose someone to devour.

"How dare you say such rude words again? I will punish you severely even without having to return home!" Song Zhexuan shouted at her. After seeing Song Qingxia's performance, he felt that the brother and sister were simply disgusting.

After sending Song Muci away, Song Zhexuan looked at Song Changsheng and said in a friendly manner, "What are you talking about, Daoist friend? It is common for young people to lose control when sparring with each other. How can you be guilty of this?
However, I just saw your healing technique, which seems to be the [True Meaning of Life]. I wonder if you can help me, a junior, to treat it?"

"Of course." Song Changsheng agreed straightforwardly, then came to Song Muqi's side and slowly released [True Meaning of Life] to heal his injuries.

During the healing process, he quietly left a hidden mark on Song Muqi's body.

"This young man's injury is no longer serious, but if he sets out on the road like this, it will definitely have an impact. It would be better for the envoy to stay with our tribe for a while, so that I can do my best to be a good host." Song Changsheng said with a "sincere" face.

"There's nothing we can do about the impact. We don't have much time, and we need to return to our clan as soon as possible. We'll leave after Mu Qi wakes up. I hope you can do your best in what the family has instructed you to do." Song Zhexuan said with a sigh.

Song Changsheng's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he smiled and said, "That's a pity. Please rest assured, envoy, I will definitely complete the task within the time limit set by the family."

"Well, Mu Ci, move Mu Qi to the main hall."

Hearing this, Song Muci was unmoved. Instead, she stared at Song Changsheng stubbornly with her red eyes and said, "Don't think that no one knows that you are covering up for the family's rebellion."

Song Changsheng was not panicked at all, and chuckled, "Sheltering a family rebellion? Can you provide evidence, my friend? If not, false accusation is also a serious crime."

"The evidence is the cross-domain flying boat. Don't try to make excuses. I have already investigated it clearly. You have used that flying boat before!" Song Muchi said sternly.

Song Changsheng said nothing, but turned around to look at Song Zhexuan and asked, "Is this also what the envoy meant?"

Song Zhexuan pondered for a moment and finally decided not to pursue the matter further. Regardless of whether it was true or false, the family still needed to rely on the Wangyue Song family, and the family's affairs could not be ruined because of this matter.

"Mu Ci was just talking nonsense at the moment. Daoist friend, don't take it to heart. That matter has passed."

"Elder, are you also going to cover up this person's crime? Aren't you afraid that I will report it to the ancestor and punish you for your negligence?"

When these words were spoken, not only Song Qingxuan and others, but even Song Changsheng was stunned. What kind of brain could say such words? Has this girl always been so brave?

Song Zhexuan's face was as gloomy as water, and he was obviously on the verge of exploding.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng decided to add fuel to the fire. He bowed and said, "Don't be angry, envoy. Young friend Mu Ci just wants to see our flying boat. It's not a big deal. Please follow me..."

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(End of this chapter)