Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

The world fell silent for a moment, with only Song Qingxing's voice echoing in the wilderness.

"Am I seeing right? The one who was chopped off by the sword just now was the Song clan's Nanzhou garrison commander?"

"If he doesn't have a twin brother who looks the same and has the same cultivation level, then you are probably right. No wonder this man, who is in the late Purple Mansion stage, dares to come and provoke me. He is confident in his ability."

"The Song family has really lost face this time. I want to see how this matter ends." Someone said gloatingly.

"How shameful." Song Wuji cursed in his heart. Although he was very reluctant, he had to admit that Song Qingxing's sword just now was very amazing and almost reached the limit of the Purple Mansion Stage.

Even if he faced that sword, he was not sure he could block it.

"Why is no one accepting the challenge?" Song Qingxing asked again, revealing his sharp edge.

"Chief, let me capture this beast alive and make them pay the price for their arrogance." A burly man as strong as an iron tower standing behind Song Wuji couldn't help but volunteered.

Song Wuji frowned slightly. Now that things had developed to this point, the lost face could not be regained. The only way now was to end this farce as quickly as possible to minimize the impact.

After thinking about it, he decided to refuse Song Xianghu's request to fight.

As a physical practitioner, Song Xianghu's strength is naturally unquestionable. He is one of the strongest men in the family, but it is not certain that he can defeat the young man in front of him.

The small clan has attacked the big clan. The Song clan is now in a dilemma and has no capital to fail again. If they don't fight, then there's nothing to lose. But if they have to fight, they must win with thunderous force, otherwise the Song clan's face will be trampled into the stinking ditch.

“Although you behave arrogantly, speak rudely, and are disrespectful to elders, you are a junior and juniors don’t know the rules. We, the elders, cannot follow suit and break the rules.

We disdain to bully the weak, but since you are willing to challenge me, as the clan leader, I cannot refuse you and will find you an opponent of the same age."

Song Wuji's words were very high-sounding, like a kind elder who indulged his juniors' mischief. He turned around and whispered to a confidant beside him, "Go and ask the guardian elder to come over."

"Clan leader, why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? The guardian elder is in seclusion, and it will be useless to wake him up at this moment. How about asking the punishment elder to take action?"

"Why are you still in seclusion when your family has already lost all face?"

Seeing Song Wuji getting angry, the man dared not to persuade him anymore and immediately returned to Tianlong Peak.

After a while, a stream of light fell from the sea of ​​clouds on the top of the mountain, revealing a jade-faced monk holding a folding fan and looking majestic.

The moment this person showed up, Song Qingxing smelled the aura of another strong man, and his eyes became sharp.

"Two people in the late Purple Mansion stage?" After seeing the opponent's cultivation level clearly, the man frowned slightly and looked at Song Wuji with dissatisfaction.

"This person's swordsmanship is extraordinary. Xiang Ming was defeated by his sword. You must not underestimate him because of your cultivation level. The face of the family depends on you, so you must not be stubborn." Song Wuji said in a deep voice.

Hearing that Song Xiangming was defeated by a sword, the visitor's expression relaxed a little, and he nodded reluctantly and said, "This is just this time, it won't happen again."

After saying that, he stepped out from the crowd, came to Song Qingxing, stood with his hands behind his back, and calmly gave his name: "Song Yuqing."

After these words were spoken, Song Qingxing and his wife did not react at all, but there was an uproar below.

"It turned out to be Song Yuqing, the guardian elder of the Song family, and one of the top five geniuses at the Daqian Exchange Conference."

"It's a pity that I just believed Song Wuji's words. I didn't expect him to be more shameless than I thought. He even invited Song Yuqing."

"If they can do something worse than an animal, what else can't they do?"

It's no wonder that everyone was so excited. The guardian elder represented the strongest force below the Golden Core stage of a faction, and he would be able to crush ordinary Purple Mansion Great Perfection cultivators.

The sneak attack by the guardian envoy who had previously reached the great perfection of Purple Mansion had already refreshed everyone's three views, and he was actually far from reaching Song Wuji's lower limit.

"It's really noisy." Song Yuqing glanced at the crowd below, then looked at Song Qingxing and said, "You are in the late Purple Mansion stage, and I will fight you with my late Purple Mansion cultivation."

After saying that, he directly sealed off one level of his cultivation and lowered himself to the late Purple Mansion stage. He had his own pride.

Song Wuji, who was behind, frowned when he saw this, but finally chose to believe Song Yuqing.

Hearing this, Song Qingxing remained calm and just slowly raised the sword in his hand.

"Ah."

Song Yuqing chuckled, and opened the folding fan in his hand with a "snap". Then he disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a faint afterimage.

"Swish"

Almost at the same time when Song Yuqing disappeared, Song Qingxing slashed a sword directly behind himself. The sharp sword force made everyone present feel like a thorn in their back, and their hair stood on end.

"Wow"

The originally empty space began to ripple with water-wave-like patterns, and Song Yuqing's figure emerged from it. The folding fan in her hand blocked her chest, and an obvious sword mark cut the plum blossom on the fan into two halves, destroying its overall beauty.

If it weren't for this folding fan, Song Yuqing's fate might not be much better than that of Song Xiangming before him.

Feeling the cold sword intent remaining on the folding fan, Song Yuqing's expression gradually became serious. He had already overestimated his opponent's strength as much as possible, but he did not expect that Song Qingxing would give him a surprise in the end.

He felt the pressure he hadn't felt for a long time. The last time he felt such pressure was at the exchange meeting in Daqian, where he met those geniuses from the Wanxiang Palace and the Beast Taming Sect.

"Your sword power is very strong. It is hard to imagine that you come from a small border tribe. From now on, I will go all out."

Facing Song Yuqing's pre-war declaration, Song Qingxing responded with only one sword. This sword was like a strong wind coming from the east, so fast that many people present could not see clearly before the sword energy had already arrived in an instant.

"Well done."

Song Yuqing's expression remained unchanged. He waved the folding fan in his hand lightly, and thousands of crimson plum blossoms swept out, dreamy and dazzling, but hiding endless murderous intent.

The plum blossoms collided with the sword energy, and countless plum blossoms withered. The power of the sword energy was also constantly eroded, until finally both disappeared at the same time.

After this round of fighting, both sides were evenly matched.

At this point, they already have a clearer understanding of the strength of their respective opponents, and now it's time to get serious.

Song Qingxing stepped on Tiangang, and his sword came out like a rainbow, like a comet across the sky.

The main feature of his sword is "fast". It is unavoidable and impossible to defend against.

But Song Yuqing was no mediocre person. With the folding fan in his hand flying, he skillfully eliminated the sword intents invisibly with the Dragon Footwork that he had cultivated to the extreme. There was not a single flaw in his body. "Your sword intent is very strong, even surpassing the one in the Wanxiang Palace. If it was thirty years ago, I might not be your opponent, but now you are still a little behind!"

Song Yuqing let out a clear whistle, and the folding fan in her hand instantly expanded several times under the infusion of magic power. She swung it violently, and a hurricane that was enough to stir up the world was created out of thin air.

In an instant, sand and stones flew everywhere, and many monks with low cultivation base could not even stand in the wind. They were blown all over the place, and the scene was in chaos.

The residual power of the hurricane was enough to cause such pressure, so one can imagine the pressure Song Qingxing faced when facing the hurricane head-on.

Song Qingxing's robes fluttered and rustled, but he stood still. Countless wind blades hidden in the hurricane came from all directions.

This is a bone-scraping knife, and also a soul-slaying knife.

"It's the guardian elder's innate magical power [Wind Sweeps Out the Desolate Clouds]!" The eyes of the Song family cultivators flashed with brilliance. It was with this move that Song Yuqing defeated the powerful enemy from Wanren City and won the fifth place in the exchange meeting.

After decades of precipitation, Song Yuqing obviously has a deeper understanding of this innate magical power. It contains a trace of the power of law. Ordinary Purple Mansion cultivators would be turned into dust in an instant.

At this moment, they seemed to have seen the dawn of victory.

The endless wind blades left countless fine wounds on Song Qingxing's body, deep enough to see the bones, but there was no emotion on his face, he just slashed with the sword with the force of thunder.

"Innate magical power [Sword opens the sky gate]"

This sword was not as powerful as the previous ones. Only a tiny sword light flashed in the air. Many people did not even notice this sword.

Song Yuqing's pupils shrank, and alarm bells rang in his mind. The combat awareness he had developed over the years made his body react in the shortest possible time.

But this sword came too fast and directly crossed the barrier of space. The vast murderous intent contained in it made him feel cold all over.

"Click"

The folding fan in his hand was cut into two halves, but the remaining power of the sword fell on his chest, leaving a sword mark deep enough to see the bone.

Song Yuqing took several steps back, looking at the folding fan with only half of the fan bone left in his hand, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

"I underestimated you after all. If it was a normal competition, we should have stopped here, but we both have reasons not to lose. From now on, I will not hold back any more."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuqing untied the cultivation restriction he had set before. Song Qingxing won his recognition with his powerful strength. Facing such an opponent, suppressing his own strength would be an insult to the opponent, so he will fight with him at his full strength.

"It should have been done long ago." Song Qingxing said indifferently. He never needed anyone to give in.

Song Yuqing's eyes were burning with a fierce fighting spirit. He looked up at the blue sky and said, "Let's go up and fight!"

Song Qingxing, wearing black clothes and holding a sword, followed closely behind.

The two men moved the battlefield to a height of thousands of feet in the sky, where they did not need to have any scruples and could use their magic power at will.

The two people gave their all and showed their astonishing strength to the world. The fight between them had already exceeded the scope of the Purple Mansion Stage, and every move was a feast for the eyes.

Gradually, cultivators below the Purple Mansion Stage could no longer keep up with their speed, and only cultivators at the Purple Mansion Stage could see the entire picture of the fight between the two.

There are also differences between people in the same environment.

This sentence has become concrete at this moment.

"Clan leader, the situation seems to be a little unfavorable to the guardian elders." An elder of the Song family said with a dry throat. In this fight, Song Yuqing had clearly fallen into a disadvantage.

"For a small and remote tribe to have a Song Changsheng is already a blessing from heaven, how come an unknown young man is so strong!
What on earth did Song Zhexuan do during these two visits?" Song Wuji was furious, and even doubted Song Zhexuan's loyalty to the family, because this was completely contrary to the information he brought back!

How could he know how much changes the Song family had undergone over the past few decades? Even the Song family cultivators who had witnessed it all felt like they were dreaming whenever they recalled it, let alone Song Zhexuan who had never touched the core of the Song family.

"We must not lose this battle!" Song Wuji was filled with anger and directly directed his spearhead at Song Qingxi who was watching the battle attentively.

"Xiang Hu, go and capture that woman."

Song Xianghu was immersed in the battle, and was startled when he heard Song Wuji's voice transmission. He hesitated and said, "Patriarch, this is not appropriate, right?"

“What’s wrong.

The two of them committed the crime of insubordination. If we don't arrest them and punish them today, how can the family win the support of the people and gain a foothold in Daqian if the news gets out?
They came to visit you, and you were sparring with them openly, which was not against morality. If she lost, she could only blame herself for not being as skilled as others. "Song Wuji's eyes were filled with coldness. In order to win, he would do anything.

As long as they capture Song Qingxi, they will have bargaining chips in hand. They can use them to threaten Song Qingxing in the short term and as bargaining chips in future negotiations with Song Changsheng in the long term. It would be like killing two birds with one stone.

Song Xianghu hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to stand on the side of family interests. He stepped forward and said in a muffled voice: "Song Xianghu, come and learn from me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they were booed again.

The monks watching the battle were already numb with shock at the Song family's shamelessness.

Previously, he sent out the guardian elder to bully the weak, and was obviously at a disadvantage. Now he is using the same trick again against a weak woman. It is simply outrageous.

Even many of the Song family monks who were watching felt disgusted and ashamed of Song Wuji's decisions.

Facing Song Xianghu's challenge, Song Qingxi remained calm as usual. She never expected this group of people to have any sense of morality, and it was beyond her expectation that they did not rush forward directly.

With a turn of her wrist, a jade dagger less than three feet long appeared in her hand.

Over the years, she has always been very low-key, willingly hiding under the glory of Song Qingxing. Apart from her achievements in spiritual plant cultivation, she has not achieved any dazzling results, and her existence is often ignored.

Because of this, many people do not have a clear understanding of her strength and regard her as a vase.

But she was brought up by Song Changsheng. After integrating the [Origin of the Law], her cultivation improved faster than Song Qingxing. She just kept suppressing it deliberately to consolidate her foundation.

She just doesn't have much practical experience, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have the ability.

"Just come over here." Song Qingxi said in a cold tone, without any fear in his eyes.

Treating her as a soft persimmon is probably the wrong choice.

“Kill!” Song Xianghu’s roar was like thunder, veins popping out on his forehead, and he pounced on Song Qingxi like a tiger coming down the mountain…

...(End of chapter)