Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

"Fuck, why are you chasing me so closely?"

Feeling the pursuers behind him who were like taffy and could not be shaken off, Song Youfu could not help but swear in his heart. He went around in circles several times and even used the powder he got from Song Youping to cover up his own breath.

The result was that instead of shaking off the pursuers, the distance between them became closer and closer.

He soon realized that the other party might have a treasure that could track his whereabouts.

Under this premise, there was no way he could escape the pursuit.

"The Purple Mansion cultivator who led the group didn't seem to catch up."

Seeing this, Song Youfu suddenly had an idea, and an extremely bold idea emerged in his mind: "Since we can't get rid of them, why not just kill them?"

I have to say that this idea is indeed very bold, but there is room for maneuver.

Song Youfu subconsciously touched his storage bag, which contained his confidence.

That year, when he went down the mountain to gain experience, he happened to encounter a duel between two foundation-building masters. In the end, both of them died together, and he was lucky enough to pick up a treasure called the [Dragon String Bow].

This is a mid-grade magic weapon, which, when combined with the [Seven Star Arrow], can unleash the power of a top-grade magic weapon.

Although with his current cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building he can only unleash one-tenth or one-twelfth of the power of this magic weapon, it is still no problem to deal with ordinary foundation building cultivators. The more troublesome one is the leading cultivator who has reached the great perfection of foundation building.

However, if you plan carefully, there is still a chance of success.

Carrying Song Qingdian on his back, he fled into the mountains. Song Youfu looked around and soon found a perfect ambush location.

At this time, Song Qingdian had already fainted due to excessive blood loss.

Song Youfu stuffed a healing pill into his mouth, then found a bush to hide him and sprinkled a bottle of medicine powder around him to isolate the smell.

"Uncle, just rest here and sleep for a while. I'll come back to pick you up when I find a chance to kill them. If I can't come back, you'll just have to fend for yourself."

Song Youfu muttered a lot, then quickly changed his blood-stained clothes, took out his [Dragon String Bow], climbed up to the crown of a paulownia tree not far away, and used its dense branches and leaves to hide his body.

He knew that those people would definitely catch up with him, so he had to wait here and determine what means the other party used to accurately locate their position.

Only by solving this problem first can he turn the passive situation into the active one. He can also leave Song Qingdian here with confidence and then deal with these people.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, a flock of birds were suddenly startled in front of me, and the sound of a sword breaking through the air came to my ears.

He raised his head and looked through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the tree in the direction where the sound came from. He found that there were nine pursuers, all of them were foundation-building cultivators. The middle-aged cultivator in the lead had even reached the great perfection of foundation-building.

The moment he saw this man, Song Youfu's eyes instantly turned red. In order to cover their retreat, Song Changxi took the initiative to stay behind to cover their retreat, and finally died in his hands!
No matter what, this person must die.

The anger in his heart made him take a few deep breaths before it slowly subsided. Now was not the time to act on impulse. He had to find out how to locate the other party as soon as possible.

After observing carefully for a while, he finally noticed the round bead in the hand of the middle-aged monk in the lead, and he felt the breath connected to himself from it.

"So this is it."

He immediately recognized the origin of the bead. It was made using a secret method using some object that was contaminated with his aura.

He did not leave any items behind in the previous battle, and the only flaws left were the arrows that killed the enemies.

This made him secretly alert that he must not be so careless in the future and must wipe off the aura on those arrows before using them.

He took out a white feather arrow, slowly put it on the bow, spiritual power surged quietly, the bowstring slowly stretched, and spiritual power was madly injected into the arrow.

Even if he tried his best, he could only widen the gap by one third, but this was enough.

aim.

let go.

The bowstring trembled slightly, and the arrow shot out like a rainbow piercing the sun, tearing through the branches and leaves in front of it and whizzing towards the target.

Faintly, it seemed as if there was a dragon's roar ringing in Song Youfu's ears.

He did not pay attention to the result of the arrow. After launching the raid, he left his original position as quickly as possible and evacuated in the opposite direction of where Song Qingdian was hiding.

This is his absolute confidence in his archery skills, and also because he remembers what Song Changsheng said to him, that the arrow once shot cannot change its trajectory, success or failure is a foregone conclusion, and only by protecting himself will he have a chance to attack again.

When the enemy outnumbers you, you must evacuate immediately once your tracks are exposed. The enemy is not a fool and will not stand there and let you kill him.

Shooting an arrow and then changing place is the way to survive.

Just as Song Youfu jumped down from the tree canopy, the arrow arrived as expected.

The target of the arrow was the middle-aged monk in the lead, or to be more precise, the bead in his hand that could locate Song Youfu's position. Only by destroying it could he turn passivity into initiative.

Although the middle-aged monk had always been alert to his surroundings, he never expected that Song Youfu, who was chased by them to a corner with no way out, would dare to launch a sneak attack on them. He had no time to react at all.

However, when the crisis was approaching, his years of fighting instinct made him subconsciously defend himself. However, the power of the [Dragon String Bow] was far from trivial. The arrow ruthlessly tore through his body's protective spiritual energy and then exploded directly.

The bead that the white-robed hall master handed to him was instantly blown to pieces along with his entire left hand, and a shrill wailing sound resounded through the sky.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change.

"there!"

Soon someone discovered Song Youfu's whereabouts.

"Chase!"

The injured middle-aged monk covered his wrist with his face twisted and hideous. Losing his palm would cause his meridians to be damaged. For him who was only one step away from the Purple Mansion Stage, it was a devastating blow. The difficulty of breaking through would inevitably increase exponentially.

At this moment, the desire to kill Song Youfu reached its peak.

Killing is not enough to appease the anger!
However, their speed was still a little slow. By the time they caught up with him, he had already hidden in the mountains under the cover of the woods.

"Deacon Chen, what should we do now?" Looking at the vast mountains, everyone felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of their hearts. The white-robed hall master only gave them three days, and now the medium for positioning has been destroyed. Finding Song Youfu among these mountains is simply harder than climbing to the sky.

"What else can we do? If we fail to complete the task assigned by the hall master, we will all die. No matter what method we use, we must kill them!" Deacon Chen said with a distorted face. Everyone was silent after hearing this. Their lives were not in their own hands, and they couldn't even escape.

The three-day deadline was like a sword hanging over their heads, which would fall and take their lives when the time was up.

At this moment, another arrow shot towards one of them without warning.

Having just experienced an attack, they were now on high alert. They reacted quickly and worked together to block the attack.

"He's there!" Soon a monk found Song Youfu's location based on the direction of the attack.

"Chase!" Deacon Chen, who was furious, immediately led his men to chase after him.

Little did they know that Song Youfu had deliberately exposed this arrow to attract their attention, and he had not used his full strength at all. What they were about to face next would be a brutal hunt.

The chase game between hunter and prey begins from now on...

After Song Changsheng personally communicated with Luoxia City, Luoxia City did not hesitate too much and simply agreed to Song's request to use the space teleportation array.

Song Qingxing set off as soon as possible and soon arrived at Qingyuan City, an important trading center of Qingyang Palace in the Dayu cultivation world.

At this time, the Song family just received a distress signal sent by Song Youfu. Song Luyun immediately ordered someone to pass the message to Song Qingxing, and asked him to contact the Purple Mansion cultivator sent by Luoxia City to act together.

However, the cultivator from Luoxia City did not know in advance that the Song family would send people, and he had already rushed to the location where the treasure hunting team had sent back the message before the accident.

Although this is correct, it is completely different from the location of the accident. It will take at least several hours to contact him and get back.

Song Qingxing decisively gave up trying to reunite with the other party and rushed alone to the place where Song Youfu sent the distress message.

Even if he traveled at the fastest speed, it still took him two full days and one night to reach the canyon where the incident occurred.

He quickly determined the exact location where Song Youfu crushed the jade slip for help, but there was nothing there and he could only sense some faint breath.

Song Qingxing had no choice but to take out his identity badge to try to find their location.

However, the perception range of the identity nameplate is limited. It is relatively accurate within a hundred miles, but basically cannot be sensed beyond five hundred miles. Facing such a vast expanse of land and water, without an exact direction, it is no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

But sometimes, luck is often so wonderful that the direction chosen by Song Qingxing based on his intuition happened to be where Song Qingdian was hiding.

It only took him an hour to find Song Qingdian who was hidden in the bushes by Song Youfu.

But at this moment, Song Qingdian was too seriously injured and was only breathing heavily. Song Qingxing could only use medicine to keep him alive. It was still unknown whether he could be saved, let alone obtaining any intelligence.

Fortunately, Song Youfu was smart and left a jade slip beside Song Qingdian, which recorded his plans and movements.

"Mountains..." Song Qingxing's eyes wavered slightly.

More than twenty hours have passed since Song Youfu led the pursuers away alone. With the enemy far stronger than him, it is definitely unknown whether Song Youfu can hold on.

Song Qingxing's impression of him was still that he was cunning, lazy and slack, but had good luck.

He had no confidence in Song Youfu's ability.

"I hope you are really a person of great luck as my uncle said..."

Song Qing took out a flying boat, took the dying Song Qingdian to a safe place, and then rushed to the vast mountains...

At this moment, Song Youfu didn't know that reinforcements had arrived. He squatted quietly on the tree trunk, waiting for the prey to take the bait.

Night gradually falls, and darkness swallows up the last bit of light in this world.

The cold moonlight shines through the gaps between the dense treetops and leaves, leaving spots of light on the ground one after another.

Several white-robed monks were holding magic weapons and searching carefully. Sometimes a breeze or the rustling sound of wild beasts running through the weeds would make them nervous and they might even attack randomly.

It’s not that they are too sensitive, it’s just that Song Youfu is too terrifying.

In this game of pursuit that lasted for more than two days and one night, four people in their team of nine have been left on this land forever, and three others were injured.

Now they no longer dare to fly their swords in the sky so brazenly, as they are simply sitting ducks.

But when they reached the mountains and forests, their situation still did not improve much. Song Youfu was like a ghost, always able to appear silently and launch sneak attacks in places where they could not notice.

His terrifying archery skills were frightening, and every vibration of the bowstring seemed to be irritating their nerves.

On the other hand, Song Youfu himself was as slippery as a loach and was able to leave safely every time.

Before this, they had deliberately divided their forces, using a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building as bait to deliberately lure Song Youfu into taking action.

And Song Youfu did take action as they planned, but what surprised them was that they didn't even see Song Youfu's figure. The early foundation building cultivator who was used as bait was turned into a cold corpse by a single arrow.

Even after Song Youfu succeeded in his attack, he did not retreat. Instead, he waited around the corpse and waited for them to check the corpse before launching a surprise attack, seriously injuring one person.

After this lesson, they never dared to make such a foolish move as dividing their troops again, and several of them wanted to stay together all the time.

This approach was indeed effective. Song Youfu looked for opportunities to launch sneak attacks several times, but each time he failed.

Although security has been improved, the search efficiency has decreased and has become more passive, completely losing the initiative.

Song Youfu's attacks were going on all the time. Although no new results were achieved, they made them like frightened birds, and every sound they heard sounded like a bow being drawn.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that they no longer had any chance of winning in this situation, and their best option was to give up the chase and cut their losses in time.

Unfortunately, the time limit of "three days" became a shackle that imprisoned them. Gu worms were planted in their bodies, and they were just puppets with no control over their own destiny. If they escaped back, they would definitely die, but if they moved forward, they still had a glimmer of hope.

Song Youfu naturally didn't know what kind of dilemma they were facing. He was concerned about Song Qingdian's safety and had decided to end this chase game tonight.

In addition to the [Seven Star Arrow] that he had never used, his confidence also came from the poison developed by Song Youping for foundation-building cultivators!

Seeing several people stepping into the poison zone he set up without any precautions, Song Youfu showed a perverted smile on his face, took out a red arrow and slowly put it on the [Dragon String Bow]...

...(End of chapter)