Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

As a powerful country that ranks among the top in the entire Nanchuan Desert, the area of ​​the Daqian Cultivation World is very astonishing. It is several times larger than the Daqi Cultivation World, and its resources can only be described as extremely rich.

In addition to the leading Wanxiang Palace, there are seven other Jindan forces. In terms of overall strength, the Song family of [Jinxiu Banner], which has three Jindan real people, can only rank third.

Ever since the big loss in the East China Sea, the third position has been in jeopardy.

But even so, this is still an old Jindan family that is not inferior to the Jinwu Sect. Its territory spans several states, with a vast territory and abundant resources. It is the largest warship supplier of Daqian.

More than one-third of the warships and spaceships of the Daqian cultivation world in the East China Sea were built by the Song family.

Its base camp is located in the Tenglong Mountains, a vast mountain range stretching for thousands of miles, like a giant dragon crawling on the earth. Its main peak, Tianlong Peak, is over 5,000 feet high, right at the dragon's head, like a huge dragon horn piercing the sky.

On top of the sacred peak, a magnificent palace is looming in the woods. A cloud ladder made of pure white jade winds its way from the foot of the mountain to the sky, sinking into the thick sea of ​​clouds.

Below the sacred peak is a cultivation city comparable in size to Luoxia City, bustling and prosperous. Thousands of years of heritage have endowed the city with a unique heaviness that comes with the years.

There are dozens of mortal cities scattered around, as well as towns and villages like stars, with immortals and mortals mixed together.

This scene was extremely rare in the borderland world of cultivation. Even for a powerful sect like the Jinwu Sect, the mortals in each state must be concentrated in one or two mortal realms. Any outside cultivator who approached would be regarded as an enemy.

This makes defense and protection easier, because there are too many risks and threats in the border areas, evil cults, evil cultivators, monsters... any one of them will threaten the fragile mortals.

It is normal for the vast expanse of land to be uninhabited.

But in Daqian, where the power of immortals is at its peak, there is no need to worry about these problems. Not only because the situation is stable, but also because of the strong confidence in its own strength.

Compared to the harsh buffer zone, their training environment in the rear is so peaceful.

For the Daqian monks, this day was no different from any other, and no one noticed the two young men walking in against the rising sun outside Tenglong City.

Song Qingxing stood in the corridor of the city gate, his calm gaze moving along the spacious and prosperous Central Street, finally falling on the misty Tianlong Peak behind him.

It was once a place that many tribesmen dreamed of returning to, but in the end it brought them only blood and tears.

Now, as the first person of the Wangyue Song Clan to set foot on this land in six hundred years, he had no emotion in his heart, only endless coldness.

"It is indeed a prosperous and wealthy land. No wonder people who come out of here always have pride on their faces." Song Qingxi looked around curiously.

"Immersed in wealth and prosperity, I don't know if they can still lift a sword." Song Qingxing said calmly.

When Song Muqi and others came before, they were all in the vast small world and had no direct contact, but he learned from other people about those people's performance, which could only be described as clumsy.

And such a person is actually a candidate for Purple Mansion.

By looking at the whole from a single point, you can almost see the overall level.

"You'll know if you try." Song Qingxi held Song Qingxing's big hand tightly, with a faint smile on his face. He didn't feel any fear at all because he was about to face a powerful Jindan clan.

The couple walked hand in hand across the Central Street, out of the city, and came to the foot of Tianlong Peak.

Song Qingxing's Qi sank into his Dantian, and he shouted in a full and powerful voice: "Song Qingxing and Song Qingxi of the Wangyue Song Clan are here to pay their respects!"

"Song Qingxing and Song Qingxi of the Wangyue Song Clan are here to pay their respects!"

The indifferent voice mixed with magic power quickly spread around, echoing and floating in the mountains for a long time.

This extremely provocative shout was like a drop of cold water dropped into a boiling oil pan, instantly making the entire Tianlong Peak and Tenglong City boil. People in the streets were talking about it, wondering who had the courage to challenge the mighty Jindan clan.

"He's also surnamed Song. Could it be that one of the branches has come to visit?" a cultivator guessed excitedly.

As a result, he was immediately refuted by others: "Impossible, the Song family has many branches, but their bones have been sucked soft over the years, how can they have the courage to do this?
Besides, I have never heard of the name of "Wangyue Song Family" before. I think it is most likely just a coincidence. It is possible that they have offended someone outside and were chased to their doorstep.

To dare to challenge the Song family, it must at least be a Jindan clan."

"Hey, the Song family is notoriously arrogant and domineering, causing trouble everywhere. It seems that this time they have met a powerful and tough guy." A cultivator had a look of gloating on his face.

What the Song family had done in recent years had long aroused public anger. Almost all cultivators who made a living within the Song family's territory were exploited and oppressed by the Song family.

Including the many affiliated forces below, there are complaints and public resentment is boiling.

They are happy to see someone causing trouble for the Song family now, and they can't wait to cheer them on.

"Come on, let's go and see who is so brave."

A group of monks who were eager to watch the fun heard the news and gathered at the foot of Tianlong Peak.

At this time, the Song family also responded. A bright stream of light fell from the mountainside, revealing the figure of a middle-aged monk who was slightly overweight.

Looking at the two people in the air, his expression was somewhat unhappy, and he said in a bad tone: "Who are you? How dare you make a noise under my Tianlong Peak?"

Song Qingxing was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He shook his wrist slightly, and the bright red invitation with gold stamping turned into a stream of red light and flew straight towards the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged cultivator was also fearless and actually reached out to catch it. However, he never expected that the invitation contained a trace of Song Qingxing's murderous sword intent, and his palm was directly cut by the edge of the invitation.

The slight tingling sensation startled the middle-aged monk.

Before he could read the words on the invitation clearly, he heard Song Qingxi's clear voice: "Our clan leader, True Man Zixu, broke through the Golden Core stage four months ago, and he specially asked my husband and I to come and deliver the invitation, inviting everyone in the ancestral lineage to attend the ceremony."

Her words once again caused a commotion among the crowd.

"They really are a family. The Song family sucked so much blood and yet they were able to give birth to a Jindan Zhenren. It's incredible."

"This is not an invitation at all. They are clearly here to stir up trouble. They are getting too arrogant and want to turn the tables and become masters."

"This is the only family in the entire Daqian that can make the members of the branch clan turn against each other. It's really embarrassing."

Everyone was whispering below, and the middle-aged monk had already read the contents of the invitation. After learning the origin of this so-called "Moon Moon Song Family", he was shocked at first, and then his chest was filled with extreme anger.

He said in a cold voice: "I thought you were someone else, but you turned out to be the descendant of Song Taiyi. No wonder you are so unruly. You filthy descendants of sinners, the family is being lenient by not pursuing your crimes.

It would be fine if you didn't just hide away, but you actually dared to come to the ancestral land and act wildly. Do you think that just because you got a golden elixir by chance, you can change your lowly status as the descendants of sinners? You really don't know what you are talking about."

His words were extremely harsh, but they did not arouse the couple's anger. In their eyes, the middle-aged monk's rage was like a clown.

Song Qingxi didn't even bother to look at him, and turned to look at the densely packed and growing crowd of onlookers below and said, "Two hundred years ago, our clan was re-entered into the family tree, and the mistakes made by our ancestors were wiped out. The talk of sinners is nonsense.

On the contrary, some people in the ancestral lineage are the real sinners, who actually attacked their own people for their own benefit.

My great uncle, Song Lu Ke, has a five-inch wind spiritual root and is a genius. He was brought to the ancestral vein by a guiding messenger when he was young. With his numerous life-and-death contributions to the ancestral vein and his own efforts, he passed the Purple Mansion trial.

However, there was someone in the ancestral line who was jealous of his great-uncle's talent and sent people to surround and kill him, and also took advantage of his position to steal the [Yin Yang Purple Tree Heart].

Not satisfied with this, they even continued to attack my uncle's clansmen, sending the monks to carry out the most dangerous tasks and the mortals to mine [Black Sulfur Stone]. In the end, they were forced to flee with their entire clan.

All these ugly behaviors are no different from those of animals. How dare you speak so shamelessly in front of us?"

Song Qingxi's words were so powerful that they caused an uproar among the crowd.

Everyone knew that the Song family exploited all the major branches to the utmost, but no one had thought that they were so cruel and cruel. It would have been fine if they had just robbed and plundered, but they even spared no ordinary people.

[Black Sulfur Stone] Ah, a highly poisonous substance. Even a Qi-refining monk will die of poisoning after mining for a long time, let alone fragile mortals. What is the difference between acting like this and doing evil?
This is not rebellion, this is simply a matter of not being able to survive. It is rare for people to do this to outsiders, let alone their own people?

For a moment, everyone present looked at the middle-aged monk with something a little strange in their eyes.

"This [Song Clan of Jinxiu Banner] is truly a beast."

I don't know who in the crowd shouted such a sentence, but it instantly resonated with everyone present.

Song Qingxi's words as well as the gazes and discussions of the crowd were like loud slaps on the middle-aged monk's face, causing a burning pain.

He did not feel ashamed, but felt humiliated. He shouted angrily: "Don't talk nonsense here. You dare to insult the reputation of our clan for thousands of years. You will never redeem yourself if you die!"

The middle-aged monk was shaking with anger. If today's remarks were to get out, the image of the family would be truly ruined. Unfortunately, there were so many people present that he couldn't even keep them secret.

At this moment, he really hated Song Qingxi and the other person.

"The leader of my tribe asked me to tell you something. When you come to watch the ceremony, remember to bring along the people who surrounded and killed my great-uncle and those who participated in the incident as a gift!"

"What if I don't obey?"

At this time, a majestic voice came faintly from the sea of ​​clouds, and several figures with strong auras came together. From their clothes, it was not difficult to tell that they were all high-level officials within the Song family.

They were surrounding a square-faced monk who looked intimidating without even getting angry, and the words just now came from this man.

Seeing that the clan leader was alarmed, the middle-aged monk quickly stepped forward to apologize: "It is my fault that they disturbed the clan leader."

"It's not your fault. These two are just too arrogant." Song Wuji waved his hand, then looked down at the two of them and said, "I am the patriarch of the Song family. Why don't you bow to me?"

"Our clan has only one patriarch, True Man Zixu. You are not worthy of it." Even though the other party had more people and more power, Song Qingxi was not polite at all.

"Bold."

"presumptuous!"

The people around Song Wuji were all excited and glared at Song Qingxi. If looks could kill, Song Qingxi would have died countless times by now.

Hearing the words "Master Zixu", Song Wuji's face twitched secretly. No one would have thought that the young man whom he had asked Song Zhexuan to spend a lot of money to win over had grown to such a level in such a short period of time, and even sent people to openly challenge him.

Moreover, they obviously knew about Song Lu Ke's affairs a long time ago, which means that the entire Wangyue Song Family has been putting on a show for them. This is what makes him most angry, and it makes him feel like a complete clown.

"It seems that you [Wangyue Song Family] want to set up your own business. You are indeed an ungrateful wretch. If I don't follow Song Changsheng's words, what will you do?" Song Wuji's voice was icy cold. Everyone who knew him knew that he was really angry.

Song Qingxi said calmly: "It seems that you have admitted what happened back then. If you don't obey, the head of our clan will come to you in person to seek justice.

But at that time, it was not as simple as just killing the culprit, and rivers of blood would flow in an instant.

The message has been delivered, it is up to you whether to follow it or not."

After saying this, the couple prepared to leave.

"You want to leave after running wild? There is no such good thing in the world. Today, I will capture you and let Song Changsheng come to the ancestral land in person to ask for forgiveness!"

A hook-nosed monk next to Song Wuji received instructions and attacked boldly, trying to capture the couple.

His cultivation of the Great Perfection of Purple Mansion gave him enough confidence, and he thought he could easily control the two of them.

Little did they know that their reactions were all within the two's expectations. As soon as he made a move, Song Qingxing, who had been silent for a long time, moved. His speed was like a gust of wind, leaving an afterimage.

The three-foot-long green sword was unsheathed in an instant, and a brilliant sword light flashed. Then a shrill scream was heard, and the hook-nosed monk flew backwards, with a hideous wound on his chest that was so deep that the bone could be seen.

This astonishing sword strike shocked everyone present. A dignified Purple Mansion Great Perfection cultivator was defeated by just one sword strike. Was it because the opponent underestimated him or was this young man too evil?

In fact, it is both. After decades of tempering, Song Qingxing's sword is no longer the same as before. When the opponent underestimates him and advances rashly, it is normal for him to suffer a loss.

Song Qingxing stood with a sword in hand, his hair flying and his black robe fluttering. He looked at Song Wuji and the others calmly and said indifferently, "Who among you wants to fight me?"

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(End of this chapter)