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

Chapter 96 Annihilation of the Ancestor

Song Chang stared at Song Chuan and suddenly calmed down.

He slowly asked, "Why is that?"

"I think it doesn't matter whether you know or not. Why don't you go back to the back mountain and continue your cultivation? You're almost at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, so what does it matter if a few people die?" Song Chuan said with a grin.

Song Chang frowned deeply and took a deep breath: "Your parents did die because of harvesting third-tier spiritual plants, but you can't blame your uncles—"

"Shut up! What do you know, you old codger? I'm in a good mood right now, so don't provoke me!" Song Chuan shouted.

"Fine! So you're an ingrate! I'll see what this newly Foundation Establishment kid is capable of!"

After saying that, he patted his storage bag, and a three-inch-long flying sword shot out. He made a hand seal and pointed, and the flying sword grew to three feet in size, its cold light gleaming. It circled once and headed straight for Song Chuan.

Song Chuan sneered, "I gave you my life, but you insisted on courting death!"

With a flick of his wrist, he grasped the Fire-Cultivating Hoe in his palm, tossed it, and the hoe glowed red, sparks flying as it met the flying sword.

The two top-tier magical artifacts instantly engaged in a fierce battle in mid-air.

When Song Chuan was still in the Qi Refining stage, using the Fire Cultivation Hoe actually required quite a bit of magical power. Now that he has reached the Foundation Establishment stage, he can use it with ease.

Song Chang looked at the Fire-Cultivating Hoe and was secretly shocked. Could this boy be highly regarded in Vine Flower Valley? Logically speaking, this top-tier Five Elements Hoe is not something an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator can possess.

How could he know that top-tier magical artifacts from various sects, and even those surpassing top-tier magical artifacts, had already appeared in the hands of certain late-stage Qi Refining cultivators during his exploration of the wonders of Kongsang!

Song Chuan happened to be one of them, and he even claimed the fire-cultivating hoe as his own.

Song Chuan stared intently at the flying sword. It wasn't surprising that Song Chang, as the ancestor of a Foundation Establishment family, possessed a top-tier magic weapon.

A thin layer of cold air emanated from the sword, and he chuckled softly.

Immediately afterwards, Song Chang made a hand seal and pointed, and the flying sword suddenly emitted a cold aura, causing the temperature in the entire room to drop sharply, as if it had become an ice cave.

The fire-wielding hoe, however, was suddenly covered with a layer of solid ice, as if it were about to fall at any moment.

Song Chuan changed his incantation, and flames shot out from the tip of the Fire Cultivation Hoe, instantly melting the solid ice. The flames then ignited the flying sword itself, turning it completely red-hot in the blink of an eye.

Song Chang's expression changed drastically. He quickly formed hand seals, and his flying sword began to circle around, avoiding a direct confrontation with the Fire Harvester.

He hurriedly patted the storage bag again, and a short, stick-shaped magical artifact was summoned.

This object is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, covered with prismatic grooves, and is entirely black, resembling an iron mace. It is clearly a powerful object, but it is a high-grade magic weapon.

He made a hand seal and struck hard. The mace flashed with black light and barely blocked the fire-cultivating hoe. Meanwhile, the flying sword attacked from the side, occasionally striking the handle of the fire-cultivating hoe and making it wobble.

Song Chuan's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He completely ignored Huo Yunchu's battle and with a wave of his hand, a small spear about a foot long flew out like a dragon.

The spear tip emitted a silvery glint, and the grain of the spirit wood was faintly visible on the pitch-black spear shaft.

He made a hand seal, and the Dragon-Entwining Spear trembled, instantly growing to five feet in length. With a flick of its tip, it shot towards Song Chang like a meteor. "Another top-tier magic weapon!" Only then did Song Chang realize that something was amiss.

He waved his hand and took out a talisman, a second-grade high-quality ice spear talisman! With a flick of his wrist, the ice spear talisman exploded and transformed into a long, icy spear, which fought against the dragon-entwining spear in mid-air.

Spear against gun!

However, Song Chuan changed his incantation, and wisps of black spiritual energy strangely emerged from the shaft of the Dragon-Entangling Spear. This black spiritual energy adhered to the ice spear, and water droplets began to fall from the ice spear.

What the hell is this? It can actually absorb the spiritual energy inside the ice spear! At this rate, won't the ice spear melt away completely in no time? Song Chang was somewhat incredulous.

Song Chuan watched this scene with great satisfaction; the products from Teng Hua Valley were indeed somewhat reliable.

A moment later, the ice spears in the air disappeared, leaving only a puddle on the ground.

Song Chuan grinned, revealing his teeth, and with one finger, he brandished his dragon-wrapped spear, aiming a strike at Song Chang.

At this moment, Song Chang had already summoned a defensive magic weapon. He looked at Song Chuan with fear in his eyes, wanting to say something to beg for mercy, but his teeth were clenched tightly.

"Your family, which is affiliated with the Hanging Gourd Pavilion, wasn't granted a magic pill?" Song Chuan suddenly asked.

"Song Chuan, are you planning to destroy your entire clan? If you do such a thing, it will be detrimental to your future cultivation, unless you are a heartless and bloodthirsty person!"

"I didn't want to, but seeing the faces of Song Shan and his son, and the way you are, I think for the sake of the other two branches of the Song family, you don't need to live anymore," Song Chuan said calmly.

"Are you crazy? Although the Song family is not large, they are still within the sphere of influence of the Suspended Gourd Hall. If you kill me, they will never let it go!" Song Chang said anxiously.

"You're overthinking it. Do you think I don't know about the Suspended Gourd Pavilion? If the Song family were to gain real importance, you would have a magic pill. You're not even as good as those Qi Refining cultivators from the Suspended Gourd Pavilion who participated in the Kongsang adventure."

Song Chuan shook his head, a strange look of pity in his eyes.

"However, there are different types of magic pills. Even if you have one, you can't escape death." He sighed.

The Dragon-Entangling Spear was pressed against Song Chang's defensive shield, and it seemed that it would break through sooner or later, but Song Chuan pointed at it again.

The spearhead suddenly softened and lengthened, binding Song Chang and his defensive shield tightly. The spearhead then began releasing its black spiritual energy, absorbing the spiritual power from the defensive shield.

Song Chuan seemed to think it was too slow, so he pointed the spear tip again. A silver light shot out from the spear tip, and a layer of white frost covered the defensive shield.

"Click!"

In an instant, the defensive shield shattered, and the defensive artifact itself was also pierced by the Dragon-Entangling Spear.

"No! What a bastard that cowardly, honest Song Hong and that slut Meng Xiuyin gave birth to! The Suspended Gourd Pavilion will not let you, you little beast, get away with this!"

"That was the right move," Song Chuan murmured. The Dragon-Entangling Spear pierced through Song Chang's head, then shook off the blood and brain matter on the spear before shooting back into Song Chuan's palm.

Song Chuan looked around the room and saw three corpses, each with a different manner of death.

He grabbed the three people's storage bags, made a hand seal, and the corpses sank into the ground. For earth-elemental cultivators, corpses cannot be wasted; they are a great tonic to the earth's veins, and one should always think of giving back to the earth, no matter where one is.

He walked slowly into the courtyard, found a place to sit down.

He rested his chin on his hand, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and the moonlight fell on him.

He knew that at this moment, the moonlight was still falling on the Hanging Gourd Pavilion, on the Vine Flower Valley, on the Kongsang Mountains, and on the mortals of Ancient Sheep Town, and on anyone, beast, or spiritual plant that longed for light.

At that moment, he felt as if he had both lost something and gained something. The part he gained seemed too full, like he had eaten too much, which made him quite uncomfortable.

In an instant, his body trembled violently, his breathing fluctuating wildly and becoming extremely unstable. His newly established Foundation Establishment cultivation almost plummeted to the Qi Refining stage.

"Wow!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of filth.

Looking at the filth, he tilted his head and thought for a moment. He hadn't eaten anything, so why was it so dirty?

Looking again at the clan chief's courtyard, there was a clear spring, a small bridge, a pavilion, an artificial hill, and a sacred tree, all elegant and exquisite, but it seemed to be missing something, and he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

He stood up, dusted himself off, and walked out of the yard.

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