Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Song Muxuan's pair of jade bracelets were clearly extraordinary spiritual artifacts. Although Song Jingyuan's flying sword was not made by a master craftsman, it was still a mid-grade spiritual artifact. Yet, its spiritual essence was completely drained, turning it into a mortal weapon.

If he gets caught in it, his fate will probably be no better than that of the flying sword.

In a deathmatch, no one will show mercy.

Song Jingyuan retreated explosively, the force of his leg causing the arena, forged from refined iron, to dent.

"Trying to escape? Too late!" Song Muxuan naturally wouldn't waste this rare opportunity. She immediately poured spiritual power into the bracelet, and the ring in the air instantly expanded several times over.

If possible, she would love to cover the entire ring, so that her opponent would have nowhere to hide.

Faced with her fierce offensive, Song Jingyuan would not sit idly by and wait to be defeated.

"Wow"

With a wave of his sleeve, more than a dozen flying swords of various shapes shot out from the storage bag in his sleeve and quickly arranged themselves into a circular formation in the air.

He then unfolded a somewhat worn-out animal hide.

"Sword formation, rise!"

With a loud shout, the seemingly ordinary animal hide suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, projecting countless mysterious array patterns that formed a dazzling array diagram in the center of the circular array created by the flying swords.

The twelve flying swords spun rapidly, each taking its place, forming a fierce sword formation centered on Song Jingyuan. Thousands of sword energies burst forth, blocking the light ring conjured by the jade bracelet.

At this moment, Song Jingyuan displayed unprecedented composure, controlling the swords with his mind as if they were his own arms, and wielding the twelve flying swords as smoothly as before.

Seated in the center of the sword formation, surrounded by impenetrable sword energy, the light circle could not move an inch; it ultimately could not completely cover the entire sword formation.

Seeing this, Song Jingyuan regained his confidence. He waved his hand and summoned a flying sword, then began to advance step by step. The twelve flying swords were both offensive and defensive, making them impossible to defend against. As a result, he began to regain the initiative.

The precarious situation was reversed in an instant.

"Jingyuan can actually control twelve flying swords at the same time. It seems he has put in a lot of effort. With this [Sword Control Technique], I'm afraid no one among the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the family can surpass him." Song Youlin said with a slight surprise.

Previously, during the great battle with the Sea Yaksha clan, Song Jingyuan's warship advanced too far into enemy territory and was attacked from both sides.

He once wielded six flying swords simultaneously. At that time, he was only in the early stage of Foundation Establishment. He fought his way out of the demons and fought fiercely despite being wounded dozens of times. He became one of the most outstanding Foundation Establishment cultivators besides Song Youfu.

Now that his cultivation has reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, the number of flying swords he controls has doubled.

The more flying swords a cultivator wields, the more it tests their control over spiritual power and divine sense. Being able to wield twelve flying swords simultaneously is already a mark of excellence among those in the Foundation Establishment stage.

"It's a pity that the quality of the flying swords is a bit low, all of them are second-tier low-grade. If they were all spiritual weapons that matched his cultivation level, defeating Song Muxuan would be a piece of cake." Chi Li's tone was full of regret.

"Twelve spiritual artifacts? You really dare to say that. Putting aside their value, his current cultivation level can't withstand such a huge consumption." Song Youlin couldn't help but be speechless. The Song family's conditions were good now, but they weren't luxurious enough to equip one person with twelve spiritual artifacts.

“However…” Song Youlin suddenly changed the subject, “What you said is not without reason. The quality of the magic weapon is indeed too low, and it is impossible to unleash the true power of the sword formation in his hand.”

"If he can win this battle, I will personally ask the Dharma Protector Elder to recommend him for credit. Even if I don't equip him with twelve mid-grade spiritual weapons, I can at least provide him with half of them."

Whether it was because he heard Song Youlin's words or not, Song Jingyuan on the arena suddenly unleashed unprecedented power. He abandoned defense and turned all twelve flying swords into offense, with sharp sword energy almost covering the entire arena.

Song Muxuan could have fought him to a standstill with the jade bracelet.

But those jade bracelets were like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring her spiritual power. The consumption was even greater than that of Song Jingyuan's sword formation. Her face was as pale as paper, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. She was clearly struggling to continue.

Seeing this, Song Jingyuan surprisingly began to play steadily and cautiously, no longer attacking relentlessly. It wasn't that he didn't want to win, but that he didn't want to leave his opponent with any possibility of turning the tide.

He carries the weight of his family's honor on his shoulders!
"Chong-"

The flying sword rang out with a clang, and as its sword energy surged, the halo in the air could no longer be maintained. After the blue light dissipated, it revealed its true form and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Song Muxuan's pretty face was frighteningly pale, and she could barely stand.

A murderous glint appeared in Song Jingyuan's eyes. A slender flying sword suddenly revealed its sharp edge, transforming into a sharp sword beam aimed straight at Song Muxuan's head.

"You dare!"

With a roar, Song Zhemin suddenly attacked, attempting to take Song Muxuan away.

Before Song Youlin could even make a move, the steward from Wanxiang Palace who was in charge of supervision stopped him.

The next moment, a large, healthy head shot into the air, and the gushing blood was just like Song Zhemin's blood pressure at that moment. He felt a wave of dizziness and almost lost his balance.

Now that Song Muxuan is dead, will he have a good ending?

Song Xianghu is no different from Song Yuqing. Since being promoted to the position of Dharma Protector Elder, he has suppressed dissidents without reservation and can be described as vindictive.

"You bastard!" Song Zhemin was like a madman, his bloodshot, fierce eyes seemed to want to tear Song Jingyuan on the stage to pieces, and his clenched teeth were grinding.

"In a deathmatch arena, you are responsible for your own life and death. It's understandable to act impulsively out of emotion, but if you dare to interfere again, this steward will not be so polite to you." The steward of Wanxiang Palace's cold words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Song Zhemin's head.

"If you can't handle losing, then get back home and stop pretending to be something you're not." Song Jingyuan glanced at him disdainfully, then, in front of all the [Jinxiuqi] cultivators, he took Song Muxuan's storage bag from her corpse and the pair of jade bracelets on the ground.

"It's only right that you give me some compensation for destroying one of my magical artifacts."

Having said that, ignoring the fiery gazes behind him, he walked straight off the stage and bowed to Song Youlin, saying, "Nephew has not failed in his mission."

“Good. After you return to the clan, I will ask the Dharma Protector Elder to personally recommend you to the clan for credit!” Song Youlin nodded in satisfaction.

"Thank you, Elder." Song Jingyuan chuckled and scratched his head, a stark contrast to his demeanor on the arena.

Back in the group, everyone looked at him with admiration; the decapitation with a single sword stroke was truly satisfying.

"You could have killed Song Lingjun back then, why did you hesitate today?" Xu Miaoyin patted Song Jingxiao's broad shoulder.

“Crippling him is more painful than death,” Song Jingxiao said calmly.

"I didn't expect you to be so ruthless," Xu Miaoyin muttered softly.

At this moment, the steward of the Myriad Palace announced loudly, "The deathmatch continues."

“Elder, let me do it,” Song Jingwei volunteered.

Song Youlin did not agree: "No, this time I will come in person."

He stepped onto the ring, looked at Song Zhemin whose eyes were bloodshot, and said, "Do you have the guts to fight me?"

The steward of the Myriad Manifestations Palace glanced at him, frowned, and said, "You are in the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm, while he is in the late-stage. Your cultivation levels are not equal. Are you sure you want to fight him to the death?"

"I'm certain, I'll take full responsibility for my life and death." Song Youlin nodded firmly.

"If you're sure, then do you all wish to accept the challenge?" The deacon of the Myriad Manifestations Palace asked the group of cultivators under the [Embroidered Banner].

In a battle between late-stage and mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivators, it's an unrestricted fight to the death. By all accounts, the scales of victory seem to tip in Song Zhemin's favor.

This directly presented Song Zhemin with an opportunity that was extremely tempting. As long as he killed Song Youlin, all of today's events could be washed away, not only making amends for his crimes but also earning him a place in the merit book.

Song Zhemin now harbored deep hatred for them. A golden opportunity to avenge his humiliation was presented to him, and logically, Song Zhemin should have had no reason to refuse. However, surprisingly, he hesitated and ultimately declined.

He actually refused.

Not only were the Song family members somewhat surprised, but even the cultivators of the [Splendid Banner] looked at Song Zhemin with shock and incomprehension.

"What, are you scared?" Song Youlin looked down at him, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"Humph!"

Song Zhemin snorted coldly, but his feet didn't budge.

“Interesting, very interesting. It seems that the anger you showed just now was just for show. In that case, the fate of the [Brocade Banner] is truly coming to an end.”

Song Youlin flew down to the bottom of the arena and said in a calm tone, "This death match can end here."

[The Embroidered Banner]...

"Ha, a cowardly turtle hiding its head, nothing more than that."

Song Zhemin's face turned bright red, and he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

However, he lacked the courage to accept the challenge. Song Youlin's identity as a Heavenly Spiritual Root was no secret in the [Jinxiu Banner]. It was true that his cultivation was higher, but in the cultivation world, the lower the realm, the more blurred the gap between realms became.

In short, he was not confident that he could survive Song Youlin's clutches.

This is a fight to the death!
He was certain he could survive going back, no matter the cost, but going into the ring would be a different story; it would be a matter of life and death, and he didn't want to take that risk.

He was also the pillar of his family, sheltering thousands of his clansmen.

"Let's go." Song Zhemin said this harshly, then left the training ground looking dejected.

Although the group of cultivators felt aggrieved, they could only leave with Song Muxuan's corpse and their burning anger.

Immediately, a chorus of boos erupted from the surrounding crowd.

What happened today will soon spread throughout the Great Qian Dynasty and even the surrounding cultivation worlds.

The embroidered flag is a turtle with its head tucked in.

……

"call……"

Song Changsheng let out a long sigh of relief and opened his eyes with difficulty. The soreness in his body had not yet subsided, but his consciousness was clearer than ever before.

Their own state is also very delicate.

He clenched his fist slightly, and the surrounding space rippled slightly.

A strange light flickered in Song Changsheng's eyes.

He has persisted in the Dragon Transformation Pool for fifteen days, and his strength has increased significantly. His physical improvement is even more obvious, and every muscle and bone has been tempered.

The most obvious change was in his bloodline. He felt that his bloodline was undergoing some kind of strange change. This change was not obvious, but it was very clear.

However, he is not yet clear what this change will bring.

"Could it be that the bloodline is awakening?" This thought arose in Song Changsheng's mind, but he quickly suppressed it. He had tested it before, and the Song clan did not have any powerful bloodlines.

It seems that none of the Song family's ancestors had a cultivator with a cultivation level above the Golden Core stage. Even if there were many, it has faded away. In recent years, neither the Song family nor the [Jinxiu Banner] has ever had a member with a special bloodline.

If we exclude that point, then this change most likely originated from him.

Generally speaking, only cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage have a small chance of fusing their Daoist essence with their bloodline, thus forming a special bloodline that they can pass on to their descendants.

For a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, it's 100%.

There are also records of Golden Core stage cultivators, but they are extremely rare, and Song Changsheng is not sure if he is one of the "lucky ones".

If that's the case, it would be a tremendous good thing for both him and his descendants.

"Perhaps it's the effect of this [Dragon Transformation Pool]? A complete transformation, a complete transformation, could that be what it refers to?" Song Changsheng's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but become a little interested.

Song Changsheng glanced around. Although everyone looked extremely distressed, they all knew how rare this opportunity was. Even though half a month had passed, they were still gritting their teeth and persevering.

"Then I'll stick with it for a month and see what changes you'll make!"

……

The Tianshan Mountains stretch as far as the eye can see, a vast expanse of white.

The burial place of so many people.

This is a place that can only be described as hell on earth.

Zhuang Yuechan glanced back at the towering, steep ice peak, still feeling a lingering fear.

After a long and arduous journey, she finally succeeded in overcoming this divine punishment. She was just a hair's breadth away from becoming the place where her soul would dissipate.

"Is this the territory of the Great Zhen Immortal Dynasty?"

Her gaze pierced through the vast snowfield, and she vaguely saw a blurry outline in the wind and snow, which looked somewhat like a pass.

As a cultivation world ruled by a human king, its internal power and authority are highly centralized. In order to better resist invasion, it often sets up passes at the borders and key locations.

Such a massive project, requiring enormous human and material resources, could only be accomplished by a highly centralized imperial dynasty.

"Finally, we're out of that awful place," Wuming said wearily.

The spiritual energy in the Tianshan Mountains is extremely scarce, and its depletion has been slow to be replenished. It is currently very weak and urgently needs to recover.

"Just hang in there, we'll be in the city soon, then we can take a proper rest." Zhuang Yuechan was also exhausted, but the smile on her face was genuine.

Arriving at the Great Zhen Immortal Dynasty meant that she would soon be able to reunite with her beloved.

One person and one sword braved the wind and snow to move forward, unaware that a figure was following them closely behind.

Soon, the majestic and long city gate appeared at the end of the snowfield.

Just then, Wuming seemed to sense something, broke free from Zhuang Yuechan, and flew into the air.

“Nameless?” Zhuang Yuechan’s tone was full of doubt.

"I think... I smell a hint of evil."

...(End of chapter)