Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

He casually tossed the [Dice of Fate] into the depths of the void. In this three-dimensional space, he didn't know who would eventually get it, but there was no doubt that whoever obtained it would cause a bloodbath.

There were hundreds of cultivators participating in this trial. Although a considerable number of them died at the hands of him and Shen Jingchuan, the number of survivors on this trial path was definitely no less than two hundred.

Those who have survived to this day, regardless of their qualifications and strength, all possess at least a special skill; none of them are easy to deal with.

These people will all be drawn to the [Dice of Fate], leading to fierce battles.

Most of those who come here are old guys with little lifespan left and no hope of breaking through, and they are all incredibly cunning and ruthless in their attacks.

Even though Song Qingxing was on high alert, he was still ambushed and killed. It goes without saying that if it were anyone else, the dice he casually threw would change hands many times and be stained with blood.

Fortunately, compared to these people, he had a huge advantage: the location of the Trial Gate.

According to Li Yuxia, there is only one trial gate, located at the end of the trial path. Only cultivators who hold the [Dice of Destiny] can successfully pass through that trial gate.

This means that no matter how these people compete for the [Dice of Fate], they will eventually go to the Trial Gate to participate in the trial. He has a map drawn for him by Li Yuxia, so he knows the rest of the trial road clearly, including the Trial Gate at the end.

This means that he can arrive at the location of the Trial Gate in advance and wait for the enemy to come to him, which is an innate advantage that no one else has.

In this three-dimensional space where the boundaries are completely invisible, there are no maps, and even distinguishing directions is extremely difficult. Ordinary people can only find the correct direction by obtaining the [Dice of Fate].

"Cough cough cough."

A violent cough forcibly pulled Song Qingxing back to reality.

The toxins in his body continued to spread, and even though he tried his best to suppress them, the effect was not optimistic. The blood hole in his chest could not be healed, and the flesh at the wound site showed signs of rotting. He needed to find Wu Tiancheng as soon as possible to get the antidote.

After all, to snatch the [Dice of Fate], a chase and a fierce battle are inevitable, and he must ensure that he is in peak condition.

He took out the ebony cone that had attacked him, which still retained a trace of Wu Tiancheng's aura.

He extracted this trace of aura and used his supernatural powers to track its trail. He quickly sensed something vague, clearly indicating that the other party had anticipated his pursuit using the remaining aura and had already fled far away.

Song Qingxing applied the trace of aura he had collected to the [Traceless Sword] and said in a deep voice, "Find him."

As soon as the words fell, the [Traceless Sword] transformed into a dazzling sword light and streaked into the distance...

Meanwhile, the [Dice of Fate] that Song Qingxing had casually discarded finally ended up in the hands of a middle-aged cultivator after wandering in the air for several days.

He had come to besiege Song Qingxing and Shen Jingchuan because he felt threatened by them, but he never expected that dozens of people who took a step towards them would be killed.

This immediately made him realize just how powerful these two were.

Just as he was about to wait and see what would happen, he caught a glimpse of the [Dice of Fate] wandering in the void. The moment he saw it, a strong desire surged in his heart, an emotion that almost completely devoured his reason.

He didn't know what the "Dice of Fate" was, nor what its purpose was, but a voice inside him kept telling him to seize it, for it was the hope of survival!
The moment he held the dice, he vaguely sensed the exact direction of the Trial Gate, located at the end of the Trial Path.

"Could this be the final opportunity of the trial?"

A look of shock flashed across the middle-aged cultivator's face. He seemed to realize that his fate was now completely tied to this seemingly insignificant die.

He cautiously looked around to make sure no one else was there, then carefully put the dice away and hurried off in the direction indicated.

Little did he know that the dice lying in his storage bag were quietly emitting a blood-red glow, and invisible forces were spreading rapidly in all directions like ripples on water.

All cultivators within the energy's range, regardless of who they are, can clearly sense the existence of the [Dice of Fate].

At first, everyone was puzzled by this strange feeling that suddenly appeared, but later they all made the same decision: to follow their feelings and find out what was going on.

On this path of trials, they will not let any opportunity slip by.

Driven by this invisible hand, another bloody storm was stirred up, and in just a few days, the [Dice of Fate] changed hands several times.

As they fought fiercely, invisible forces, unseen by the naked eye, continuously merged into this strange space.

The byproducts of these forces coalesced in an unknown corner into a second die, which, as if with some purpose, fell toward an inconspicuous floating island.

This floating island is located on the edge of the Trial Road. While everyone was fighting madly for the first [Dice of Destiny], Shen Jingchuan, who was hiding on this floating island, received a gift from fate.

Of course, it's hard to say whether it's a gift or a death warrant. After all, this thing is like a locator for all those who participate in the trials. Without enough strength and luck, their final fate will be like that middle-aged man's: turning into a cold corpse.

"It seems that this thing was what attracted me so much earlier. Interesting, really interesting. I just hope I don't run into that guy in black."

Shen Jingchuan had a vague idea of ​​what the thing in front of him was, and he was also aware of the serious consequences of taking it, but he didn't care.

He ventured into this trial grounds precisely to pursue the ultimate challenge of life and death; the more dangerous the situation, the more excited he became.

Of all the trial participants on the entire trial path, only Song Qingxing currently poses a threat to his life.

He had virtually no hope of winning against Song Qingxing.

He seeks challenges, not death.

Aside from that, the only other way is to let quantitative change lead to qualitative change. Although he was chased and made a mess of things during that period, his improvement was also very obvious. He had even started to like being chased like a dog...

"The second [Fate Dice] has appeared."

At this moment, Song Qingxing, who was searching for Wu Tiancheng, suddenly sensed something and looked up in a certain direction in the boundless void.

The more [Dice of Fate] appear, the more dispersed the trial participants' goals become, and the less pressure the dice holders face. Under these circumstances, their chances of survival will naturally increase dramatically.

The first thing to do after breaking out of this chase game is undoubtedly to follow the guidance of the [Dice of Fate] to the end of the Trial Road and enter the Trial Gate to participate in the Five Elements Trial.

He is currently going in the opposite direction of the finish line, and the time cost of turning back in the future will be extremely high. He must hurry up and end this boring game of cat and mouse.

"Clang!" Suddenly, the [Traceless Sword] responsible for searching for Wu Tiancheng suddenly burst out with a dazzling sword light, slashing towards a corner of the dark void. A figure could be vaguely seen running for his life under the sword light, cursing something in a fit of rage.

Judging from his silhouette, he bears a resemblance to the person in the portrait Shen Jingchuan gave him.

It's obvious that this is Wu Tiancheng, who took advantage of the chaos of the battle when Wu Tiancheng couldn't focus on everything and launched a sneak attack on him!

"found it!"

A chilling killing intent flashed in Song Qingxing's eyes, and he immediately leaped forward to catch up.

As a cultivator with the wind spirit root, he not only mastered a swift sword technique that leaves no trace, but his speed is also among the best of his kind.

Wu Tiancheng was able to escape here so quickly after the sneak attack, which shows that his speed is not comparable to that of ordinary cultivators. He could have escaped even further, but the appearance of the [Dice of Fate] made him stop.

He originally thought that Song Qingxing was poisoned and surrounded by so many cultivators of the same realm. Even if he didn't die, he would lose half his life. If he didn't heal his injuries and suppress the toxins in his body, he wouldn't have the courage to chase after him.

If I run too far away, I might miss the trial.

With this mindset in mind, he chose to hide here for a while, observe the changes in the situation, and then take advantage of the chaos.

But no matter how much he planned, he never expected that Song Qingxing would be so fearless as to chase after him under such circumstances, and catch him red-handed in just a few days.

Anyone would want to curse in this situation.

However, he had been roaming the harsh and unruly northern desert for so many years, so he was not lacking in ambition or methods.

He appeared to be chasing Song Qingxing in a panic, but in reality, he was leading the other party into a trap that he had carefully set up.

He had personally witnessed Song Qingxing's strength. He had wiped out so many cultivators at the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion realm by attacking him alone with his sword. At that moment, he realized that Song Qingxing's strength was not on the same level as his own, so he decisively chose to run away.

Even as he was on the run, he didn't forget to guard against Song Qingxing's retaliation, so he prepared a big gift for him in advance after arriving at the place.

Although the opponent's speed exceeded expectations, preventing his trap from being fully perfected, he was still somewhat confident that he could keep it here forever.

Just as they were about to reach their destination, Song Qingxing, who was still quite a distance away, caught up like a ghost. His magnificent sword aura spread through the void, carrying his killing intent, and even the air seemed to carry a trace of blood.

A sharp sword aura pierced through the air, and Wu Tiancheng's eyes widened in disbelief as he shouted, "How is this possible?"

He formed hand seals, his figure flashed, and he suddenly darted forward a great distance at an almost instantaneous speed, narrowly dodging the sword strike. He left several afterimages in his path, which not only did not dissipate but became more and more solid, eventually transforming into lifelike clones that fled in different directions.

These clones not only looked exactly alike, but their auras were also identical, as if they were looking in a mirror. For a moment, even the [Traceless Sword] was a little confused, not knowing which one to chase first.

This supernatural power was so unpredictable that even Song Qingxing couldn't discern it.

Opportunities are fleeting; if you chase the wrong direction the first time, it will be difficult to find Wu Tiancheng again.

However, Song Qingxing was not stumped by this problem. Since there was a risk of chasing the wrong one no matter which one he pursued, he would treat them all equally. Whoever could survive under his sword would be the original!
He slowly closed his eyes, emptying his mind of everything. His killing intent locked onto every figure fleeing for their life. Sword energy whistled, his will moved with his heart, and the [Traceless Sword] in his hand swept out horizontally.

"Innate Divine Ability: [Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate]"

A tiny, almost imperceptible glint of sword light rapidly bloomed across the heavens and earth, until it encompassed the entire world.

For a moment, it seemed as if ten thousand swords were ringing in Wu Tiancheng's ears. The sharp sword light stung his cheeks, and when he turned around, he was terrified.

Apart from that sword light, there was nothing else in his sight.

This sword strike seemed to possess the power to split the heavens and the earth, completely severing the dazzling starlight above and the endless abyss below.

"what……"

"what--"

Screams echoed from all directions, and his "clones" used to confuse the enemy melted away instantly under the sword light, like snowflakes under the blazing sun.

As the sword light rapidly approached, Wu Tiancheng's eyes revealed the deepest fear.

"No...no." His voice was filled with terror and resentment. He was only one step away from the trap he had set earlier, how could he fall here?

He ran frantically as if his life depended on it, even at the cost of burning away what little life force he had left.

However, all his efforts were in vain when faced with the sword that Song Qingxing had spent half his life honing. The sword light sliced ​​through his waist, and he watched helplessly as his lower body passed over him and rushed in front of him.

Song Qingxing approached him with his sword, looking down at him from above. He pointed his sword at his head and said coldly, "Hand over the antidote and that supernatural power you just used, and I'll spare your life."

He saw enormous potential in the supernatural power that the other party had just used.

If we could obtain that supernatural power, it wouldn't hurt to spare his life, since he wouldn't pose a threat in the future anyway.

Despite the excruciating pain of being cut in half at the waist, Wu Tiancheng stared at the sword tip less than an inch from his brow and forced himself to remain calm. He said, "I know you came for the antidote, but I don't have any on me because I can't bring it in. I prepared this poison myself after I came in."

If it were truly the Wu family's extraordinary poison, you would be dead by now.

However, I have gathered a medicinal elixir for the antidote and placed it in a secluded place; you must take me there.

As a token of my sincerity, I can first teach you that supernatural power.

Song Qingxing thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright."

Wu Tiancheng lowered his head respectfully, a barely perceptible glint of malice flashing in his eyes...

...(End of chapter)