Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Above the nine heavens, inside a magnificent glazed palace, two figures sat opposite each other, playing black and white chess.

There was a man dressed in a purple robe, with a dignified face and an aura as deep and unfathomable.

A man dressed in white clothes, with an equally powerful aura, narrow eyes, fair and tender skin, and almost perfect facial features. Although he is a man, his appearance is enough to make women feel ashamed.

However, there were two small bumps on his smooth and full forehead, like two ugly tumors, which destroyed the overall beauty and made him look quite weird.

The purple-robed man slowly placed a white piece, and a huge black dragon on the chessboard was instantly slaughtered. There was no black piece left on the board, leaving no possibility of a comeback.

"You lose." He spoke slowly, his tone calm, as if he was not surprised by the result.

The man in black clothes frowned slightly, casually put the remaining chess pieces into the chess box, and snorted coldly: "I underestimated you. Even at this point, you can still come up with a sinister method of detonating the calamity cloud to turn the tables. Not only did my demon clan lose a future demon king, but it also destroyed my vast empire."

"That black dragon was no match for Su Ding. If it hadn't taken a drop of real dragon blood from somewhere, it probably wouldn't have been able to make it this far. What do you think, fellow Daoist?" The purple-robed man looked at the other party indifferently, with a shrewd look in his eyes that seemed to see through everything.

The man in the white soap robe's eyes flickered slightly. He originally thought that he had made this matter secret enough, but he didn't expect that he was still seen through by the other party.

But one thing is done, and one cannot admit it. The oath of heaven is like a sword hanging over one's head, which may be cut down at any time.

So he could only respond calmly: "It's just a coincidence. It just means it has a better fate."

Seeing that it knew the truth and pretended to be confused, the purple-clothed man did not expose it. He stood up and said, "According to the bet you and I made earlier, from today onwards, within a hundred years, the demon race is not allowed to step into the Da Qi cultivation world again. I hope that fellow Taoist can control the demon kings under your command and fulfill the bet seriously, otherwise don't blame the heaven for being ruthless."

"Hmph, there's no need for you to remind me. Since I've already said this, I won't go back on my word." The man in black clothes said in a stiff tone.

After planning for decades in advance, the company thought it was going to win the gamble, but it was still reversed. It was not in a very good mood at the moment.

"I hope that you can practice what you preach this time."

The purple-robed man left these words lightly, then took a step forward and tore through space.

With the oath of heaven as a constraint, he didn't worry about the other party going back on his word. At most, he would do some small actions in secret that could not be shown on the surface.

The Da.Qi cultivation world will have a real one hundred years of recuperation and recuperation. At this critical juncture, this period of time is particularly important.

Although this expedition weakened the overall strength of the major forces in the Da Qi cultivation world by a level, most of those eliminated in the war were mediocre people. After experiencing the trials of fire and blood, life and death, the geniuses will become even more powerful.

Once the gains from this war are digested, the overall strength of the Da Qi cultivation world will surely take a step forward.

A hundred years is more than enough time.

After the purple-robed man left, the white man in black looked at the chessboard, which was dazzling no matter how he looked at it. With a wave of his sleeves, the entire chessboard and the chess pieces instantly disintegrated and turned into a pool of ash.

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and left the hall in a flash.

When it appeared again, it was already at the center of the battlefield between Su Ding and the Black Dragon Demon King.

It walked across the scorched earth as if leisurely strolling in the garden, with its eyes closed, carefully sensing everything around it.

Suddenly, it stretched out its big hand and clenched it towards the void. When it opened its hand, it saw a wisp of pure demonic energy lying in the palm of its palm, twisting like a loach.

"Heh, it's indeed something from the demon race, quite interesting. It seems that the so-called righteous cultivators of the human race are not so righteous after all."

The man in the black robe stretched out his hand, imposed a restriction on the evil energy in his palm out of thin air, and then let it go.

As soon as the evil spirit was released, it immediately merged into the void and fled into the distance.

The man in white clothes followed the evil spirit slowly and steadily, and finally found a translucent round bead emitting a faint evil spirit in a hidden place.

The evil energy was integrated into this round bead.

"Is this the core of the magic weapon? It could actually survive such an explosion, so it must be no ordinary thing." The man in the black clothes waved his hand slightly, and the round bead immediately fell into his hand uncontrollably.

After getting it, I looked at it carefully and found that there was an old face reflected in the round bead.

"This is... the residual soul of that human." The man in black clothes had a slight twinkle in his eyes and his tone was a little excited, just like a child who had discovered a new toy.

"You caused me to lose the bet. I must teach you a lesson and give those humans a surprise."

Just as it was about to leave with the bead, it suddenly heard an old and peaceful Buddhist chant: "Namo Amitabha, Demon King, please stay."

The man in black clothes paused and looked back, only to see an old monk with a frail figure, wearing a purple and gold cassock and with very long eyebrows appear behind him at some point.

"You old bald donkey, why do you come to my territory instead of sitting in the temple and chanting? You can't be trying to make me convert to Buddhism, right?" The tone of the man in black clothes was full of sarcasm, but he was secretly on guard in his heart. This old monk was much more difficult to deal with than the previous one.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said calmly, "The Demon King has misunderstood. I came here for someone."

The man in black clothes narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the round bead in his hand and said, "Are you referring to him?"

"That's right. This donor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha. I hope the Demon King can pass it to me. I will be very grateful."

"No wonder he knows the Buddhist [Great Prajna Hand]. It's really related to you bunch of old bald donkeys. You want it, but I don't want to give it to you. What can you do to me?" The man in black clothes looked at the old monk provocatively.

The old monk looked calm, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the angry eyes of the Vajra have their own methods."

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The Da Qi expeditionary coalition, which had already had some rest, began to evacuate in an orderly manner by flying boats. The deaths of Su Ding and Meng Hao diluted the joy of the coalition soldiers' victory. The cultivators of the Jinwu Sect and the Tianmai Sect all wore mourning clothes and were immersed in great sorrow.

Seeing this, Chihuo Old Ghost couldn't help but sigh and said, "I never thought that Master Jinyang would die like this."

"This was planned, wasn't it?" Song Changsheng said softly.

Yes, before this expedition began, almost all the senior leaders of the coalition knew that Su Ding would die in this war. A man who would do anything to prolong his life eventually planned his own death for the sake of his country.

Even though there were some shady things between Song Changsheng and Su Ding that could not be exposed to the public, he still sincerely admired what he did.

Upon hearing this, the old ghost Chihuo nodded silently. When he was still in the foundation-building stage, he was full of envy when he saw the lofty Purple Mansion cultivators, and regarded them as his lifelong ideal and ambition.

But after he participated in this expedition, he realized that the so-called Purple Mansion great cultivator was nothing at all, and even the Golden Core True Man would perish.

"Okay, don't think too much. The expedition is over and it's time for us to go back." Song Changsheng patted the old ghost Chihuo on the shoulder, then took Jin Xuan onto the flying boat.

The battle to kill the [Howling Moon Wolf King] was extremely thrilling, and he suffered serious injuries. His old injuries had not yet healed and now he has new injuries. He must take good care of himself, otherwise it will affect his foundation.

As soon as he boarded the flying boat, he heard faint roars in his ears and a terrifying aura coming from afar, which made him feel his hair stand on end.

Four streams of light shot up into the sky from the leading spaceship, lined up neatly in the air, gazing into the distance with solemn expressions.

"There are two powerful men fighting each other." Bai Yan said solemnly.

"Could it be that the person from the Demon Realm went back on his word?" Chen Zhongfang's face looked a little ugly.

Shi Potian shook his head slightly and said, "With the Heavenly Dao Oath as a constraint, he should not be so rampant. I'm afraid something unknown has happened again."

"We must evacuate as soon as possible. When these two strongest men fight each other, even if only some of the aftermath of the battle escapes, it will be enough to wipe out our entire army." Bai Zimo said decisively.

"That's quite true." Everyone agreed.

So, under the personal urging of several real people, tens of thousands of allied soldiers evacuated the battlefield as quickly as possible.

They did not return directly to Dingyuan City, but first went to Qixia Peak, which was only separated by a river.

After several months of construction, Qixia Peak is no longer as simple as before. It can accommodate tens of thousands of soldiers of the expeditionary coalition and does not seem too crowded.

After arranging the coalition soldiers, especially several real people, Song Xianming and others had time to ask about the specific details of this battle.

Song Changsheng picked out the more important parts and briefly described them.

When they learned that they were ordered to surround and kill the Demon King, even though they already knew the final result, Song Xianming and others were still worried for Song Changsheng.

The sacrifices of Meng Hao and Su Ding also made them sigh.

"I never thought that even the Demon King fell in your hands. You really deserve the title of the number one person below the Golden Core level." Song Xianming patted Song Changsheng's shoulder, his eyes full of relief.

"It's just the result of everyone's joint efforts. If it weren't for Uncle Master and Elder Meng and others creating opportunities for me, it would be impossible to achieve such a result."

Song Changsheng shook his head, not wanting to talk about that experience again, and changed the subject: "During the time we were away, have you and your family been doing well?"

"The family has just won a great victory, and with Qing Xing in charge, no one is blind enough to continue causing trouble, and everything is normal at Qixia Peak.

In Zhangye County, as more and more independent cultivators and monster hunting teams poured in, it caused considerable losses. Many mines that the families had not occupied in time were destructively mined, and the spiritual medicines were plundered. These people are simply locusts. "

Whenever these things were mentioned, the Song family's cultivators would feel indignant. They had worked so hard and risked their lives to build up this territory, but in the end, it was just given to these people for nothing.

"As long as the areas occupied by the family are safe, let them do whatever they want with the rest. It is better to open up than to block. Anyway, most of their gains will eventually be sold in Qinghe Market. When they resell them, the family can make a small profit."

Song Changsheng was very open-minded about this. The land between Qixia Peak and Wuxing Peak was so large that it could be used to establish a new state. They were short of manpower and it was impossible for them to take care of everything.

They have almost eaten all the meat, so why not give the remaining scraps and soup to these people?

Profits are attractive to talents. If one wants to develop this land, the power of independent cultivators must not be ignored. Looking back at the original Bianzhou and Lingzhou, as well as the current Tuozhou, which one was not a wild land at the beginning, and they all developed slowly step by step.

Sometimes, we should not just focus on the small profits at hand. Only by taking a long-term perspective can we benefit future generations.

"Speaking of Qinghe Market, this move by you and Lu Yun is really a great one. In just a few months, it has already begun to grow in scale. Since the purchase price given by the family is fair, a large number of spiritual materials and medicines have been collected during this period. There will surely be more in the future." Song Xianming said happily.

"Do we have enough spirit stones in our family inventory? If not, let Yu Shi sell a batch of the previously accumulated monster materials. It doesn't matter even if the price is lower."

"Yushi had already found a way to coordinate. In addition to keeping a portion for emergency use, the family immediately invested all the spirit stones into Qinghe Market.

At present, it has attracted a large number of monks to settle in the market, and the family has also opened several shops. It is said that the business is very good. "

"Yes, now is a good time to expand the scale of Qinghefang City, and we must invest heavily." Song Changsheng was very satisfied with the decisiveness of Song Yushi and others.

This is his ideal state. Even if he and Song Xianming are not there, the family's elders' council will be able to handle and deal with various matters well.

"I'll have to trouble you to stay at Qixia Peak for the next period of time. I want to return to Dingyuan City with the main force of the coalition forces."

"You can go without worry. The coalition forces have returned with a great victory. We have nothing to worry about. Now is the time to make our best efforts." Song Xianming naturally knew what Song Changsheng was going to Dingyuan City for.

The expedition is over, and the next step is naturally to reward the meritorious service. In terms of achievements, the Song family's victory in this battle is enough to rank among the top few, so rewards and military exploits are absolutely indispensable.

The expeditionary soldiers rested at Qixia Peak for three days before setting off for Dingyuan City.

After arriving at Dingyuan City, the expeditionary coalition disbanded on the spot and returned to their respective places, leaving only the top leaders of the major forces in Dingyuan City.

Compared with the solemnity of the previous period, the atmosphere in Dingyuan City became noticeably more relaxed after the war.

The leaders of all the major forces gathered in the City Lord's Mansion, waiting expectantly for their rewards...

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(End of this chapter)