High-level martial arts: Invincibility starts with basic archery.

Wushuang City, the Song family.

In the vast backyard, a compass-shaped object floated silently.

There was no one around, creating an indescribable eeriness.

The tranquility was broken by a burst of hurried footsteps.

A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties appeared at the entrance of the courtyard. Looking at the compass floating in front of him, a look of fear first appeared in his eyes. Then, as if he had thought of something, he gritted his teeth and walked up.

"Song and Yuan have an extremely urgent matter and request an audience with the two venerable ancestors."

After he finished speaking, nothing happened.

It was as if he was just talking to thin air.

"Song and Yuan have an extremely urgent matter and request an audience with the two venerable ancestors."

He repeated it again.

About two seconds after he finished speaking,

"What has alarmed the two patriarchs?"

A sound rang out, seemingly emanating from the compass, yet also appearing to come from the courtyard, omnipresent.

"Uncle!"

Like a drowning man grasping at a straw, Song Yuan hurriedly said, "Something terrible has happened! Something extremely urgent!"

As he spoke, tears streamed down his face.

"It's an extremely urgent matter? Let's come in and talk about it."

"Yes."

Song Yuan stretched out his hand, cautiously reaching forward.

The instant his fingers touched the compass, a suction force pulled him entirely into it.

To outsiders, the Song and Yuan dynasties seem to have vanished into thin air, which is quite mysterious.

Song Yuan felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found himself in a garden.

Flowers of all colors bloom in vibrant colors, their fragrance filling the air; the stream flows gently, and fish swim happily within it.

Not far away, there are carved beams and painted rafters, pavilions and towers, all exuding an antique charm.

It's like stepping into a painting.

He had visited this place more than once. It was said that not only was the scenery beautiful, like a fairyland, but the spiritual energy within was also several times greater than outside. If one reached the Celestial Realm, cultivating here would be far better than outside.

However, he could only think about this in his heart, because unless he reached the Celestial Realm or was highly regarded by the ancestors, he was not qualified to cultivate inside at all. Being able to come in and stay for a while was already a great opportunity.

"You just said something extremely urgent happened, what exactly is it?"

A voice rang out in front of him.

The speaker was a man who looked somewhat similar to Song Tian, ​​but he was much older and had wrinkles on his face. However, he had a stronger aura and gave people a sense of authority without being angry.

"Greetings, Uncle!"

Song Yuan quickly bowed.

The man before you is the former head of the Song family, and also the one most valued by the elders of the entire family.

After passing the position of family head to Song Tian, ​​he moved here, striving to break through to the Celestial Realm as soon as possible.

But what happened next was...

Song Yuan broke out in a cold sweat; he couldn't even imagine how the other person would react upon hearing this.

"Didn't you say you had something to say? Why are you hesitating like this? Do you want me to kick you out?" Song Lianfeng said with displeasure.

"Uncle, I hope you can be mentally prepared before I speak," Song Yuan said, swallowing hard.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point." Song Lianfeng frowned, becoming increasingly impatient.

Although he wasn't at a crucial moment in his cultivation, being disturbed while cultivating is an unpleasant experience for anyone.

"Yes, yes."

Song Yuan licked his lips and asked, "Uncle, do you remember when my elder brother came by just yesterday?"

"Tian'er?"

Song Lianfeng was taken aback, then his eyes turned cold and he said, "Of course I remember. The people who killed Xiaogang were from the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association. Tian'er came here because he considered that the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association had a mid-stage Celestial Realm martial artist in charge, so he asked the elders to help him. Judging from the time, they should have arrived in Jiangnan City long ago, or even returned by now."

"Uncle," Song Yuan suddenly choked up, grief-stricken, "they...they won't be coming back."

"What?!"

Sure enough, upon hearing Song Yuan's words, Song Lianfeng was greatly surprised, and then shouted:

"What did you just say! Say it again!"

"Uncle, I just received news that my eldest brother and the others have all been detained by the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association and taken hostage. My seventh great-uncle is missing. Karl, who went with my eldest brother and the others, was killed on the spot." As Song Yuan spoke, tears streamed down his face.

Although he was still somewhat displeased with Song Tian and the others.

But they were all family members, and now they had suffered such a misfortune; he was truly saddened.

Of course, what frightened him even more were the next two things.

Karl of the Revival Society was killed, and the whereabouts of the Seventh Uncle were unknown.

Both of these events were extremely serious in nature, and yet they happened to occur at the same time.

"How is that possible!"

Song Lianfeng jumped to his feet, staring intently at the other man, and said, "Do you know what you're saying?"

Seventh Grandfather was a genuine Celestial Realm martial artist. Although he was only at the early stage of the Celestial Realm, he had no problem dealing with ordinary mid-stage Celestial Realm martial artists.

Like that old Wang from the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association, although he is a mid-stage Celestial Realm martial artist, his combat power is only average. Otherwise, how could he not even have a single secret realm?

If my seventh great-uncle had gone there, dealing with the other party would have been more than enough.

According to Tian'er's intelligence, Shi Tao has already gone out and won't be back for a while. Even if he does return, there's still Karl from the Restoration Society on their side.

The two of them working together should be able to handle it, but then Song Yuan came to tell him that Karl was dead, Seventh Uncle was missing, and everyone else had been taken hostage by the Martial Arts Association.

Only Song Yuan could say such words; if it were anyone else, he would have slapped them long ago.

"Thump!"

Song Yuan knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Uncle, even if I had the guts of a bear and the gall of a leopard, I wouldn't dare to tell you such a thing! The whole matter has already spread, and most of the powerful families in Yan Kingdom probably already know about it. The Revival Society will probably find out soon too."

"What?!"

Song Lianfeng opened his eyes wide.

Is this real?

But how is that possible?

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and said angrily, "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"Yes, Uncle."

Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and then recounted what he knew.

"What did you say?"

Song Lianfeng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Was it Chen Fan who killed Karl? Not that guy surnamed Wang?"

Yes, yes.

Song Yuan nodded repeatedly and said, "According to the news circulating in Jiangnan City, Karl of the Revival Society was killed by Chen Fan of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association. From beginning to end, the person surnamed Wang did not appear."

"How is that possible!"

Song Lianfeng stared intently at him. "Wasn't it said that Chen Fan was the True Yuan Realm martial artist? He's not even twenty years old yet, how could he possibly kill Karl from the Revival Society?"

To put it bluntly, even his seventh great-uncle would have an almost impossible task in a one-on-one situation to kill Karl.

"Uncle, I don't know the specifics either, but that's what the rumors say," Song Yuan quickly said. "And, and..."

"And what?!" Song Lianfeng roared, furious. "Speak your mind!"

"Moreover, Chen Fan said that he also killed Seventh Uncle." Song Yuan trembled as he finished speaking.

This is also why he was afraid when he was outside.

Whether it's the Seventh Uncle, the Second Uncle, or the Sixth Uncle, each of them is a key figure in the Song family, and none of them can die!

If one of them dies, the Song family's deterrent power over other families will be greatly reduced, and the Song family may even lose its chance in the upcoming election of elders.

After all, other families have three Celestial Realm warriors, while the Song family only has two. Why is that?

For the second and sixth great-uncles, this news was even more unacceptable. The three of them were brothers and had been together for hundreds of years. Suddenly, one of them was killed. One can imagine the extent of their anger.

It's entirely possible that they could slap the messenger to death!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Song Lianfeng roared.

The Seventh Grandfather, who has lived for hundreds of years and weathered so many storms, would die at the hands of a mere youth?

Are you kidding me?

This is absolutely ridiculous!

"Lian Feng," just then, an aged voice came from the distant palace, "What has happened to make you so distraught?"

"You are the previous head of the Song family and the one who will inherit our mantle. How can you be so easily angered? How can you expect us to hand over the Song family to you in the future?" Another voice came from another palace. Compared to the previous voice, this one was clearly displeased.

Upon hearing these two voices, Song Yuan, who was kneeling on the ground, shuddered.

Because the two voices that came out were from the other two patriarchs of the family.

Song Lianfeng quickly bowed in the direction of the two palaces and said, "Lianfeng has inadvertently disturbed the two patriarchs. Please forgive me."

"That's enough."

As soon as the voice rang out, the two people present felt a blur before their eyes, and a tall, thin old man appeared in front of them.

At the same time, the surrounding air rippled again.

A short, stout old man with gray hair also appeared in front of the two.

"Greetings, Second Grand Uncle and Sixth Grand Uncle." Song Lianfeng quickly bowed.

Song Yuan, kneeling on the ground, kept kowtowing.

"Alright."

The tall, thin old man waved his hand, his gaze falling on Song Yuan. "You're the junior guarding the entrance, aren't you? I remember you were here yesterday, why are you here again today? Tell me, what's the matter?"

The short, stout old man seemed to exert much more pressure than the former.

"My two patriarchs, something terrible has happened!"

Song Yuan's tears welled up again, and he repeated what he had said to Song Lianfeng earlier.

"What did you say?!"

The short, stout old man reached out, and Song Yuan's body flew up as he was grabbed by the throat.

"You said the seventh brother is missing? Say it again?"

"Cough, cough..."

Song Yuan's face turned red from holding his breath, and he was so out of breath that he couldn't speak.

"Sixth Brother."

The tall, thin old man spoke up: "We don't even know if it's true or not yet. Why are you so agitated? Let him go."

"snort!"

The short, stout old man released his grip, and Song Yuan fell to the ground with a thud.

"Tell me the whole story in detail. If there's anything untrue, you should know the consequences."

"This junior dares not, this junior dares not."

Song Yuan was so frightened that he prostrated himself on the ground.

He knew that coming to tell the two elders about this wouldn't end well.

But he had no choice; after all, he was guarding the entrances and exits to two places. If he didn't dare to notify others immediately upon receiving the news, the consequences would only be more severe in the future.

However, compared to before, he was clearly more careful with his wording this time.

Upon hearing this, the two patriarchs of the Song family turned pale.

"That's utter nonsense!"

The short, stout old man roared, "How could a mere True Essence Realm martial artist be a match for Seventh Brother? Even if he were a Celestial Realm martial artist, he still wouldn't be enough!"

"Sixth Uncle is right."

Song Lianfeng chimed in, "I think other families are definitely spreading rumors to throw our Song family into disarray. Their intentions are despicable!"

Have you contacted Tian'er and the others?

His gaze fell on Song Yuan.

"I've tried contacting them, but no one has answered," Song Yuan said obediently. "However, after receiving the news, I immediately sent someone to the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association to inquire about the situation. I believe we'll have news soon."

"waste!"

The short, stout old man glanced at him and a jade talisman appeared in his hand.

This is a communication jade talisman, which functions similarly to a mobile phone. It can transmit information and even make video calls. What's even more remarkable is that it is not hindered by space.

The next moment, he had a thought.

The jade talisman's originally smooth surface immediately developed a water-like ripple.

This is him contacting the other party.

Whether what the junior kneeling on the ground is saying is true or false, once he contacts the seventh brother, everything will naturally come to light.

As for not being able to contact him, he certainly didn't believe it in his heart.

So what if a beast tide breaks out in the outside world?

Even if it's dangerous, can it be as dangerous as their era when the Refining God Realm was everywhere and the Celestial Realm was worse than a dog?

However, as time passed, the ripples on the jade talisman remained unchanged, and the short, stout old man began to panic.

This was unprecedented. Normally, when the three of them contacted each other, unless it was a very special situation, there would definitely be a response within a second or two.

Time flew by, and almost ten seconds more passed before the short, stout old man finally couldn't hold back any longer and called out, "Seventh Brother, what happened on your end? Why didn't you answer, Seventh Brother?"

The tall, thin old man and Song Lianfeng, standing to the side, both changed their expressions.

Could it be that the rumors circulating outside are true, and that Seventh Brother is really missing? (End of Chapter)