Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

As Song Changsheng and the others stepped into the Linglong Tower, a fierce aura rushed towards them, accompanied by a pungent smell of blood.

What came into view was a huge pool of blood, several tens of feet long and wide, filled with bright red blood, still bubbling and gurgling.

Within the blood pool are seven golden dragon pillars, arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper.

This is a commonly used "suppression technique" to suppress the malevolent energy in the blood pool. The essence blood of a demon lord is no ordinary substance; cultivators below the Purple Mansion stage, unless they are exceptionally gifted, will surely die if they touch it.

Even Golden Core cultivators need to put in a lot of effort to refine it.

"This is the [Dragon Transformation Pool]. Enter the pool now, and proceed according to your abilities," Yi Tianzheng said calmly.

The six of them stepped into the pool together, and the originally calm blood pool instantly began to surge violently. Huge phantoms of demonic beasts condensed on the surface of the blood pool, emitting deafening roars.

The unique four-winged demonic bird in the middle made them feel a strong sense of oppression.

"Demon Lord's bloodline." Song Changsheng murmured softly. He had clearly felt this feeling before in the Canglan Water Lord.

"Noisy."

Yi Tianzheng spoke calmly, making a grasping motion with one hand. The phantoms of the demonic beasts above the blood pool immediately let out mournful howls, exploding into clouds of blood mist in the air before merging back into the blood pool.

Song Changsheng and the others each found a spot, closed their eyes, and began to absorb the medicinal properties in the blood pool to temper their bodies.

Every pore on my body opened up at that moment.

In an instant, a tremendous force began to surge into his body, causing an unbearable itch all over his body, as if ants were gnawing at his flesh. His body temperature also rose rapidly, and soon his skin turned a strange red, like a boiled shrimp.

Hot white steam rose from the top of my head, and my whole body became scalding hot.

"The effect is so obvious?" Song Changsheng was somewhat surprised. It had only just begun, but he could already clearly feel his body changing under the stimulation of the blood pool's medicinal properties.

This change is comprehensive.

Skin, flesh, bones, internal organs, and even the blood flowing through his body.

But the process was not pleasant; he felt as if he had fallen into a nest of poisonous insects and was being torn apart by all sorts of poisonous creatures.

It felt as if the bone marrow had been extracted.

Even after enduring numerous trials, this feeling remains unbearable.

In addition, the blood pool also contained a thick layer of malevolent energy, which he absorbed into his body, constantly eroding his body and soul.

As the soaking time increases, the evil energy within his body will only accumulate more and more.

At this moment, he finally understood what Yi Tianzheng meant earlier. Under such circumstances, even a Golden Core cultivator would have amazing perseverance to persist for half a month.

Even after a month, Song Changsheng didn't know if he could manage it.

"This is actually a good opportunity to cultivate the [Law of Slaughter]," Song Changsheng suddenly thought.

When he was evolving the world of laws, his understanding of laws in all aspects improved rapidly, except for the [Law of Slaughter], which progressed very slowly.

Because the life forms that evolved in his world of laws are very simple and few in number, there is no fertile ground for "killing".

Using the blood-fiend energy within this blood pool for cultivation is actually a good option...

At the foot of Mount Wanxiang, the exchange meeting proceeded as usual, but in a corner of the martial arts arena, a separate arena was set up. The Song family of Wangyue and the group of cultivators from the [Jinxiuqi] stood on both sides, watching intently as two cultivators fought on the arena.

One of them wielded a large knife, was physically robust, and had a horrifying scar on his face. His moves were wide and powerful, exuding strength in every gesture.

His opponent was a man with effeminate features, wielding a soft sword. His movements were light and graceful, extremely beautiful. It didn't seem like he was fighting a magic duel, but rather like he was using the arena as a stage to dance.

But beneath this facade, the soft sword in his hand is like a venomous snake, each strike aimed straight for vital points at extremely tricky angles; a moment's carelessness could mean certain death.

Anyone with slightly inferior footwork skills probably wouldn't last ten rounds against him.

Fortunately, Song Jingxiao was not a fool with only brute strength. As a cultivator with the Thunder Spirit Root, his movement technique was also outstanding. Although the fight between the two seemed thrilling, they did not even touch the hem of each other's clothes.

"The profound heritage of the 'Embroidered Banner' is indeed not to be underestimated," Song Youlin thought to himself.

Mediocre talents like Song Lingtao are ultimately few and far between. Fortunately, Song Jingxiao is no ordinary person either. Born into a hunter's family, he has honed his skills for many years in the Twin Islands, and his combat techniques have long been perfected. Coupled with his superhuman strength, it is still uncertain who will emerge victorious.

"Lingjun couldn't gain the upper hand!"

Compared to Song Youlin's composure, Song Zhemin was practically grinding his teeth to powder.

When Song Jingxiao was communicating with the disciples of the Myriad Manifestations Palace, he noticed this person, after all, the characteristics of a cultivator with the Thunder Spirit Root were too obvious.

Xu Miaoyin's previous exaggerated performance had already made him give up the idea of ​​sending a Qi Refining cultivator to the scene.

However, Song Youlin did not send Xu Miaoyin to fight, but instead sent Song Jingxiao.

It has to be said that Song Youlin's move really hit Song Zhemin where it hurt, and after gritting his teeth and stamping his foot, he still agreed.

If we can capture a cultivator with the lightning spiritual root, even if it doesn't atone for our crimes, it will at least allow the family elders to give us a lighter punishment.

As a result, the battle became incredibly close as soon as the match began.

Although the two sides are evenly matched at present, Song Lingjun's foundation is very clear to him. His movement technique consumes a lot of spiritual energy, and he will definitely not be able to continue for long. At that time, it will be hard to say who will win.

As he had predicted, as time went on, Song Lingjun's spiritual power was clearly not keeping up with the consumption.

In contrast, Song Jingxiao showed no signs of fatigue.

Song Lingjun was unable to take the initiative for a long time, and a sense of urgency arose in his heart.

The first battle was crucial to the morale of the [Brocade Banner], and the pressure on him was immense. He knew very well that if they continued to drag it out, they would surely be defeated.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained. There's no other way but to take a risky approach," Song Lingjun thought to himself.

His gaze suddenly sharpened, and he concentrated all his spiritual power into the soft sword in his hand. The soft sword instantly straightened, and he began to confront Song Jingxiao head-on, contrary to his usual behavior.

"Ding……"

The moment the golden saber clashed with the soft sword, the soft sword transformed into a supple ribbon, which, like a serpent, coiled around Song Jingxiao's golden saber and eventually wrapped around his arm.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Song Lingjun's face. With just a little force, Song Jingxiao's right arm would turn into a cloud of blood mist.

Little do people know that the real hunter often appears in the form of prey.

Song Jingxiao's face was calm, and there was no joy or panic in his eyes, only coldness towards his prey.

Before Song Lingjun could react, his right arm suddenly jolted, and a tremendous force was transmitted from the soft sword to Song Lingjun's arm, causing him to lose his grip on the sword.

Then, the soft sword wrapped around Song Jingxiao's arm shattered into countless fragments. This sight made Song Lingjun's scalp tingle, and a great sense of fear grew in his heart.

With a thunderous roar, Song Jingxiao unleashed a punch that struck Song Jingxiao squarely in the chest amidst a burst of lightning.

"puff"

His chest caved in deeply, and the blood that gushed out was mixed with fragments of internal organs. He fell heavily off the stage, his fate unknown.

Song Zhemin's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped forward to check on Song Lingjun's injuries.

Unlike Song Lingtao, who was mediocre in talent and had no powerful backing, Song Lingjun was one of the more outstanding cultivators among the new generation of the [Jinxiu Banner], and he had several powerful elders standing behind him. If anything went wrong, he would definitely be in deep trouble.

After a long pause, he raised his head with a grim expression and glared at Song Jingxiao, saying viciously, "You little brat, you're so young, yet you've struck such a vicious blow!"

Song Jingxiao didn't even glance at him before walking off the stage, making Song Zhemin's forehead veins bulge with anger.

"You could have won if you had just stalled a little longer, but you insisted on going head-to-head." Xu Miaoyin said with a hint of reproach, looking at Song Jingxiao's bleeding right arm.

"It's just a minor injury." Looking at the numerous bloody gashes on his arm, the skin and flesh almost turned inside out, Song Jingxiao said nonchalantly.

"You're the most capable one, right? Come here, let me bandage you up." Xu Miaoyin said, barely suppressing the urge to roll her eyes.

Seeing this scene, the cultivators of the [Splendid Banner] were filled with excitement, and Song Zhemin's old face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

At this moment, he began to regret it. He shouldn't have agreed to this damned fight to the death; now another one of them had been killed.

"Uncle Lin, let me go next." Song Jingyuan said eagerly, rubbing his hands together.

Song Jingyuan's talent is not outstanding in the Song family, but his performance in the Twin Islands over the years has been exceptionally brilliant. Song Jingrui, Song Jingyuan and others of the same age are no match for him.

It would be more prudent for him to take action.

"Then you go ahead, but be careful," Song Youlin said with a worried note.

"You can rest assured."

Song Jingyuan drew his sword and stepped onto the arena. He gathered his energy in his dantian and shouted in a fierce voice, "Song Jingyuan of the Wangyue Song Clan, who among you will die?"

The cultivators of the [Jinxiu Banner], who were already seething with anger, were enraged upon hearing this. They all volunteered to fight Song Zhemin, determined to teach him a lesson.

But Song Zhemin hesitated now. He couldn't afford to lose the Embroidered Banner, and he couldn't afford to lose now either. Among the Foundation Establishment cultivators who accompanied him, those without a background were useless, and he dared not use those with a strong background.

Song Lingjun was practically a cripple; if another one were to die, they would be sent to the Hall of Law Enforcement.

“Elder, how can we turn a blind eye to this arrogant brat? Let me go and take his head to avenge Lingjun.” A beautiful woman volunteered to Song Zhemin.

"This..." Song Zhemin frowned slightly, feeling somewhat hesitant. This woman was the junior of the newly appointed Dharma Protector Elder. If anything were to happen to her, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Elder, do you not even care about the family's dignity anymore?" The woman's tone already revealed a hint of dissatisfaction.

The other disciples of the [Jinxiuqi] faction also looked at Song Zhemin with dissatisfaction.

Since Song Changsheng suppressed his entire clan, the internal class conflict within the [Jinxiu Banner] has become extremely acute.

Many young disciples blamed the Elders Council for everything that the Brocade Banner had suffered over the years, believing that they lacked courage and wisdom, were incompetent and parasites on the family.

It was precisely because of their corruption and incompetence that the family's reputation was ruined and it became surrounded by enemies.

They are the ones who caused all of this.

Some have even begun to lead resistance against the elders' orders, including many young clansmen with elders' backgrounds. They are full of enthusiasm and hope that the clan can undergo reform and restore its former glory.

Elders like Song Zhemin, who are indecisive in the face of problems, are the very people they criticize.

If he doesn't make a decision soon, it's hard to imagine how things will end up.

Song Zhemin's face turned ashen. He was, after all, a family elder, yet he was being questioned to his face by a junior. It was utterly outrageous.

But the other party had already invoked the greater good of their family, leaving him with no choice. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, then you go. You can only win, you can't lose!"

The woman then revealed a satisfied expression, stepped onto the arena, and declared: "[Splendid Banner] Song Muxuan."

Song Jingyuan sized her up and nodded slightly, saying, "A woman like you has more backbone than those cowards behind you."

"Hmph, you've only won two matches, yet you're so arrogant. This is where you'll die."

"I'll beat any woman without hesitation." Song Jingyuan's legs suddenly burst forth, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye. The green sword in his hand gleamed coldly as he stabbed towards Song Muxuan's heart.

Song Muxuan flipped her hand and took out a pair of jade bracelets. She poured spiritual power into them, and the jade bracelets instantly expanded several times in front of her.

The sword pierced through it, as if it had sunk into a muddy swamp, with nowhere to go forward or backward.

"What a strange magical artifact."

"Ding"

Another jade bracelet made a crisp sound and turned into a streak of blue light, smashing into Song Jingyuan's chest.

Song Jingyuan decisively abandoned the green sword in his hand, leaped into the air, dodged the jade bracelet, and then slammed his palm down from above.

Amidst the surge of spiritual energy, Song Muxuan felt her breath catch in her throat and stumbled back several steps, utterly shocked: "Such a fast reaction."

With a wave of his hand, Song Jingyuan unleashed the spirit sword, which had broken free of its restraints, and began to fiercely attack Song Muxuan. The sword energy was sharp and incredibly swift, and his mastery of the [Sword Control Technique] was unparalleled.

With a pair of jade bracelets on her wrist, Song Muxuan found it difficult to resist.

"Hahaha, it seems your skill level isn't that great either." Song Jingyuan laughed heartily, stomped his foot hard, and dozens of earth spikes appeared out of thin air on the arena.

If Song Muxuan hadn't reacted quickly, she would have been pierced by the soil spikes.

Song Jingyuan pressed forward relentlessly. Although he was wielding a sword, it was infinitely more agile than if he were holding it in his hand. His sharp sword energy left countless sword marks, some deep and some shallow, on the arena.

Just then, Song Muxuan, who had been forced to the edge of the arena, suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed onto the two jade bracelets.

The two jade bracelets spun in the air before finally merging into one, transforming into a cyan halo with a diameter of over ten feet, which directly enveloped Song Jingyuan's flying sword.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword seemed to have had its spiritual essence drained away, falling like ordinary iron.

"puff"

Song Jingyuan's expression changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Death!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the aperture was immediately applied...

...(End of chapter)