Starting as a spiritual plant master, may I eventually become the master of all lands.

Chapter 93 Yanshi Ridge

Baiquan County, Wucheng.

After leaving the market town of Guohailou, Song Chuan drove the Azure Shuttle at breakneck speed.

What would take a Qi Refining cultivator several months to accomplish, he arrived here in just a few days.

Geographically, Guyang Town actually belongs to Wucheng.

This city is a small town in Baiquan County. When Song Chuan left his family, his first route should have been to this place, but because someone wanted to intercept him, he had to take a detour from Xueye Lake to Daicheng.

The city is inhabited by ordinary people, but in some remote spiritual mountains outside the city, there are a few families that cultivate immortality.

Not far from this city, there is a mountain called Yanshi Ridge. It produces a type of stone with natural reliefs resembling swallows, hence the name Yanzi Stone (Swallow Stone).

This stone is extremely famous in the mortal realm and is a favorite among stone collectors. There is also a type of swallow stone, which is an earth-based material that cultivators can use, but it is almost extinct now.

The Song family and several nearby families had secretly collected some of this material; it's unknown whether the Song family still has any.

A moment later, Song Chuan arrived at Yanshi Ridge.

He looked around; the terrain was hilly but not mountainous. Rocks were exposed between the ridges, and small trees were scattered everywhere.

A cold smile appeared on his lips. The conversation he had overheard through the Qian Huangzhu years ago revealed that they intended to ambush and kill him here.

Just as he was about to head straight for the Song family, he suddenly had a thought and disappeared into the ground.

"Wasn't Song Jun cultivating at the Hanging Gourd Pavilion? Why is he back?"

"I heard from the boss that he's about to reach the Foundation Establishment stage. He's come back to gather spiritual items and go to the sect to see if he can exchange them for Foundation Establishment Pills."

"This is a serious matter! Didn't our ancestors think of a solution for him?"

"Our ancestor went to the markets outside the city and ran himself ragged, but still couldn't buy it. He also contacted someone he knew at the Hanging Gourd Shop, but the Song family hadn't done anything to help them. They could only exchange it for enough rare spiritual items."

"Did he participate in the Kongsang Curiosity Hunt a few years ago?"

"That's not true. He wanted to participate at first, but the boss was afraid he would die inside, so he wouldn't let him go no matter what."

"By the way, what about that third-tier spiritual plant that my second brother and sister-in-law discovered back then?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. One third-tier spiritual plant isn't enough for a Foundation Establishment Pill."

"Isn't that enough? Are Foundation Establishment Pills really that expensive?"

"You piece of trash, you don't know anything!"

The two people speaking, a man and a woman, were both people Song Chuan recognized. One was his fourth uncle, and the other was his aunt.

"You two stop for now."

A faint voice suddenly rang out, startling Uncle Si and Aunt Xiao. They saw a young man standing in front of them, a smile playing on his lips.

He seemed to be holding a pink and white flower in his hand, but strangely, the flower was moving around in his hand.

"Song Chuan? Why are you back? How dare you speak to your elders like that?" The aunt recognized Song Chuan and was first surprised, then scolded him.

Fourth Uncle also frowned, a sudden feeling of unease creeping into his heart.

Immediately afterward, in the blink of an eye, Song Chuan was already standing three feet away from his aunt.

"Slap!" The sound of a slap rang out.

"Ah!" The little girl was sent flying more than ten feet away, rolling several times, with five clear finger marks on her face, from which blood seeped out.

He opened his mouth again and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with a few teeth.

She covered her face, looking at Song Chuan with shock and anger.

Song Chuan slowly flicked his right hand, glancing at her with a smile. But that smile felt utterly malicious and cruel to his aunt!

"Foundation-building cultivator!" Fourth Uncle stared at Song Chuan in horror, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Upon hearing this, the aunt quickly sensed Song Chuan's cultivation level, her face turned pale, and she tightly shut her mouth, which she wanted to say something.

Song Chuan turned around, took a few steps, came to a rock, and sat down.

"How did my parents die?" he demanded, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Song Chuan, you've suddenly reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Now I don't even know how to address you anymore."

"Fourth Uncle said, trembling."

Song Chuan flicked his finger, and a small stone on the ground suddenly leaped up.

With a "thud," the stone pierced through Uncle Si's knee, and he cried out as he knelt down on one knee.

Answer me!

"This... this means we've encountered a powerful demonic beast, a late-stage first-tier one..."

Before he could finish speaking, another pebble flew up from the ground and pierced his other knee. A series of screams erupted from his mouth.

Song Chuan looked at the two of them, his face expressionless.

Unfortunately, he didn't know the Soul Searching Technique, a skill only available to those in the late Core Formation stage or even the Nascent Soul stage. However, that didn't mean he couldn't get the information he wanted from these two.

He made a simple incantation, and suddenly a circle of ground spikes appeared next to his aunt who was lying on the ground. The spikes curved inward and surrounded her completely.

Uncle Si turned his head and glanced over. The place already looked like a small grave. He wondered if his little sister was still alive. His face showed both anxiety and fear.

"My mother said that when you were born, the family was not well-off. The spiritual rice and vegetables that your uncle had left over, as well as the broken magic tools he had used, were all given to you. That's why they secretly called you Gou Sheng (Dog Leftovers)."

My father treated you well, and after we both started our own families, he helped you a lot. I never imagined you would turn out to be such a bad person.

This small family still manages to produce mostly preserved and pickled goods.

"Don't worry, you're not going to make it. I know your partner; she seems honest on the surface, but she's always nagging you behind your back. She's not going to make it either. As for your son, my cousin is probably five or six years younger than me."

Song Chuan sat on the rock, resting his chin on his hand, his expression calm, and remained silent.

"Song Chuan, I was wrong! I was wrong! I beg you, please spare our family! You've already reached the Foundation Establishment stage, why bother with us? If you go back to the family, the family will have another Foundation Establishment cultivator, which is a tremendous good thing. You'll be another ancestor from now on!"

Despite the excruciating pain in his knees, Fourth Uncle kept kowtowing to Song Chuan.

Song Chuan looked at him and smiled: "Now tell me, what happened back then?"

"Let your cousin go, and I'll tell you everything. If you try to kill him, I won't tell you a single word," Uncle Si said resolutely, looking up suddenly.

"Hehe! You don't need to say anything now." Song Chuan made a hand seal, and his fourth uncle was surrounded by earth and stones.

He then touched his aunt, and the ground collapsed, causing the soil and rocks on top to fall on his terrified aunt.

Song Chuan spread his five fingers and pulled her down to his feet.

"Cough cough! Cough cough!" The little girl, covered in dust, coughed repeatedly, her mouth and nose filled with dirt.

"He just told me everything, how you killed my parents for the sake of the third-tier spiritual plant, and how you tried to ambush me here at Yanshi Ridge when I was going to Tenghua Valley."

I'm coming back to be the ancestor; these are all old stories, and I won't dwell on them too much, as it would be detrimental to family unity.

Tell me your story again, and I'll consider how to handle it. If what you say is different from his, then Yanshi Ridge will be your burial place.

Song Chuan looked at her, his tone softening.

Upon hearing this, the aunt's face turned despair, and she cursed the fourth brother as an idiot in her heart!

She glanced at the pink and white flower crawling around in Song Chuan's hand, gritted her teeth, and recounted what happened back then.