Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

The two hugged each other tightly in the night, but the person under the stone pavilion disappeared without knowing when...

The Lu Cultivation World is located in the northwest of the Daqi Cultivation World, bordering the Monster Clan territory to the west and the Gusu Cultivation World to the east. It is vast in area and has poor resources. It is known as the most chaotic area in Southern Continent, with no order at all.

Here, it is truly and intuitively explained what it means to be respected by strength. As long as your fist is big enough, no matter you are a monster or a demon, you can live a very prosperous life.

There is no group of defenders like those in the Demon-Suppressing Hall who think about slaying demons all day long. There is no overlord who can cover the sky with one hand, and there is no trace of humanity.

When you come to this place, you either kill or be killed, there is no other choice.

But such a country, which seems to have been forgotten by the righteous way, has attracted a large number of casual cultivators and desperadoes, and has become a paradise for them to release the evil spirits in their hearts. No matter what they do, no one will condemn them, because the strong is justice!
"Panshi City" is located in the southeast of the Lu Kingdom's cultivation world. This may be the only place in this country that still has order.

Of course, this "order" is limited to not killing people in the street. If you are strong enough, you can completely ignore this prohibition.

Even so, this is also a rare treasure land where people can take a breather.

The setting sun is like blood, reflecting the slightly dilapidated city, adding a bit of desolation.

There was a crowd of people crowded at the city gate. They were all going to enter the city. They were making a lot of noise with each other.

There are endless dangers at night in the cultivation world of Lu State. If you don't have absolute confidence in your own strength, it would be better to find a city to spend the night.

The guards at the city gate are several monks wearing wolf fur coats. They have beards all over their faces. They are all tall and round-waisted. They have fierce looks and a sloppy air.

Although there were overcrowded people in front of the city gate, and even several conflicts broke out, they were lazy and took their time collecting the entry fee. Occasionally, they would also rub oil on the slightly attractive female cultivators, and make fun of them from time to time. Turn a blind eye to the chaos in the crowd.

At this time, a young man in black attire came slowly from a distance. He had a slender figure and looked a little thin.

An angular face with strong lines and a cold expression, a pair of sharp eyebrows exuding a sharp aura, and black and white eyes as deep as the stars.

The thick long hair was tied back casually with a cloth belt, fluttering in the wind, full of freedom and unruliness.

He carried a long sword on his back, an inconspicuous bronze mirror on his waist, and a round black cloth bag in his left hand, walking step by step towards Rock City.

Looking at the chaotic crowd in front of him, the man looked indifferent and continued to move forward. Everyone who stood in front of him was pushed aside by an invisible force.

His domineering behavior soon attracted a series of curses, and some people even planned to teach this ignorant boy a lesson, such as gouging out his eyes or breaking his leg bones.

But before these people could take action, they were shocked by the man's cold eyes. It felt as if they were being targeted by a wild beast that chose to devour people. It was chilling.

After weighing their own strength, most people finally decided to stay where they were. After all, they were ruthless and not stupid, and they had no idea who should be offended and who should not be offended.

However, there are always a few people who do not know whether to live or die.

A tall monk who was not in front of the man suddenly took a step across and stood directly in front of him. The other man's burly figure was like an iron tower, blocking his path completely.

The man's expression remained unchanged and he said coldly: "Get out of the way."

The tall monk sneered when he heard this, turned around to face him, crossed his arms and said disdainfully: "Boy, are you talking to me?"

"Get out!" The man's eyes were slightly cold, and his voice was unconsciously filled with coldness.

Upon seeing this, the people around them immediately dispersed, leaving enough space for the two of them, but no one left, and they all sat back and watched the development of the situation with interest.

The tall monk laughed mockingly when he heard this, and stretched out his big hands like cattail leaf fans to grab the man's neck. His five fingers were slightly bent, and his blood was surging. He was obviously a body refiner. If he choked his throat, his life or death would be at stake. It's no longer up to anyone.

Just when everyone was wondering whether the tall monk would crush his throat or his head directly, the man in black swayed and then appeared behind the tall monk.

"Chong"

Qingfeng unsheathed his sword, the sharp sword energy flashed away, and then he quickly returned the sword to its sheath.

The tall monk only felt a slight sting on his waist. He lowered his head and saw a slight blood stain spreading from his navel to the back.

"What the hell!" A wave of anger rushed into his mind, and he felt strongly humiliated. He turned around suddenly and felt his eyes blurred, and the world turned upside down.

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

Then, he saw two familiar thighs, and steaming blood was flowing down the trouser legs, soon turning the ground red.

He tried his best to open his eyes wide and move his gaze upwards, trying to see clearly the owner of the legs. In the end, he found that the person standing was only "half a person", and the part above the navel was missing.

He suddenly realized a terrible fact and turned to look behind him. It was empty except for a pool of blood, exuding an unpleasant stench.

The tall monk suddenly felt dizzy, and the grin on his face was replaced by endless fear. He struggled to crawl towards the other half of his body.

But before he could crawl out a few steps, a big foot wearing thick-soled boots fell down.

"I just want to teach him a lesson." The man in black frowned slightly and looked at the noble young man standing next to the headless corpse.

He originally didn't want to take the man's life. Although the cut in half was serious, it was nothing to a body refiner. There was still a chance to grow back. Of course, the premise was that no one tried to kill him.

But he didn't expect that a gorgeous young man wearing a white fox fur cloak would appear out of nowhere and kill the man with a kick.

Although he didn't care about the life or death of his enemy, the other party's behavior made him slightly unhappy.

The luxurious young man slowly picked at the seam of his nails with a gold needle, narrowed his charming eyes, looked at the man and chuckled: "I'm sorry, it's really disgusting for him to crawl around like this, it's better to end it directly. "

Everyone's face twitched when they heard this, and they looked at the luxurious young man with strange eyes. Please, can you make it even more disgusting if you do it like this?

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of the city gate guards. A man walked through the crowd. He glanced at the man in black and the luxurious young man, then looked at the miserable corpse on the ground, and opened his mouth to vomit. With thick phlegm in his mouth, he cursed: "What a bad luck. Someone come and drag me away."

After saying that, he glared at the two of them in a warning manner and walked back swaggeringly.

Soon a guard came over and cleaned up the corpse. The method was very professional and left no trace at all. The crowd soon returned to calm.

This kind of thing is too common in the Lu country's cultivation world, so common that it doesn't qualify them to talk about it after dinner.

It is common for the guards to do whatever they want as long as they are not inside the city or outside the city. Even if they all die, it doesn't matter to them.

The man in black glanced at the noble young man, then turned and walked towards the city gate.

His move just now had an effect, and the crowds in his path all moved out of the way, wanting to stay away from this evil star. After all, he cut in half a mid-stage Foundation Establishment Body Refiner with one sword. Such strength should not be underestimated.

The guard in front of the city gate collected the entry fee of ten spiritual stones as usual and warned: "It is strictly forbidden to kill people at will in the city." Well, it is a very popular saying that private fights are prohibited in other places.

The man in black nodded slightly, then entered the city carrying the bag.

"Boy Xing, that person just now is not simple. He should not be a pure human being."

After entering the city, a voice suddenly came from the bronze mirror on the waist of the man in black.

"not human?"

The man frowned slightly. He did not detect the demonic aura from that man. It was probably not the demonic being disguised.

"It can't be said that they are not human. This starts from an ancient secret. In ancient times, the human race declined and was raised as blood food by the big demon.

Some of the human races surrendered to the demon clan, considered themselves slaves of the demon clan, and helped them persecute their own people.

In order to gain strength, they integrated the blood of the great demon into their bodies and transformed themselves into half-human, half-animal monsters. They called themselves "half-demon" and the humans called them "demon slaves".

Later, with the rise of the human race and the defeat of the demon race, these scum were also liquidated. Only a small number of them escaped. As the long years passed, the number of half-demon has become very rare, but they are still active in this world.

The aura of that person just now is a bit similar. I feel like he may be targeting you. You should be more careful during this time. "

A strange look flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and he nodded slightly. He did not ask why the other party was staring at him.

Just because this is the cultivation world of Lu country, no matter what you do, you don’t need a reason!
This was not his first time in Rock City. Along the slightly dilapidated streets, he came to a tall attic.

The words "Shadow Pavilion" are written on the plaque in the center. Just looking at it makes people feel a chill to the bone.

The man in black walked in carrying a cloth bag. There were many people in the attic, all kinds of people, and it seemed a bit busy, but no one dared to act recklessly here.

He found an empty counter, placed a black bag and a yellow belt tag on the counter, and said indifferently: "Hand in the task."

The person who received him was a beautiful female nun. After hearing this, she opened the bag and revealed the blood-stained head inside.

It was the head of a middle-aged man. It looked like he had been dead for a while, and it gave off a disgusting aura.

But the woman didn't take it seriously at all. She checked it carefully. After confirming her identity, she raised her head with a sweet smile and said, "It is indeed the head of Jiang Tai, the bloody murdering sword. The mission is worth one hundred contribution points. In view of the fact that Song Master Xing completed the mission as an intermediate yellow level and received an additional 50% reward, totaling 150 points."

This is Song Qingxing's current identity, a yellow-level mid-level killer in the "Shadow Pavilion". The yellow level represents foundation building, and the intermediate level represents the mid-term.

The Shadow Pavilion is powerful and controls several gray industrial chains. The Killer Organization is just one of them. In addition, it is also the owner behind the black market that is widely distributed in various places.

In the world of cultivation in the Lu Kingdom, many people work under the name of the Shadow Pavilion as killers. They are all free men. As long as they do not accept tasks, the Shadow Pavilion cannot control them.

However, if the mission fails, the fate of the killer will be very miserable, so they usually accept missions of the same level as themselves. There are only a few people like Song Qingxing who skip the level to accept missions, but there will also be generous rewards after completion. There are gains and losses.

Song Qingxing nodded slightly and said, "How many contribution points do I have?"

"Hold on."

The female cultivator quickly checked it and said, "Sir Song Xing, you currently have 1,500 contribution points."

"Here's some information about Daqi's cultivation world. The more detailed the better."

"Okay, do you have any time requirements?"

"within one year."

"Twenty contribution points." The female cultivator showed a sweet smile and handed over a roll of jade slips.

The information is very detailed, and all the major events that have happened in the Daqi cultivation world in the past year have been recorded.

For example, how much territory did the coalition forces conquer in Shiwanda Mountain, where did the Zifu monks fall, and the Thunder King Palace was designated as a demonic force, etc.

The news of Song Xianming's visit to the Zi Mansion and Song Changsheng's succession as the head of the Song clan at Wangyue are clearly recorded in it.

This is another industry of "Shadow Pavilion" - intelligence.

If Song Changsheng were here, he would definitely be amazed by their powerful intelligence capabilities. However, within a day, the news of his succession as clan leader had not left the southwest of Daqi. As a result, Song Qingxing, who was far away in Lu State, was the first to know about it.

This kind of intelligence transmission capability is really terrifying.

After reading it, Song Qingxing's mood was slightly ups and downs. It has been more than three years since he came out and two years since he came to the cultivation world of Lu State. This is the first time he has received news about the Song family.

But he didn't expect it to be so exciting. The Song family finally had a monk from the Zifu, and his uncle also succeeded him as the clan leader. Everything was developing in a good direction.

"I wonder how she has been doing these past few years."

A beautiful figure appeared in Song Qingxing's mind, and a trace of guilt appeared in his heart.

At this moment, the female monk behind the counter suddenly said mysteriously: "Sir Song Xing, I have an exclusive piece of news here. Are you interested?"

Song Qingxing glanced at him and said calmly: "Let's talk about it."

"It's an ancient relic related to Jin Dan Zhenren. If you want it, you only need to contribute 500 points."

"Five hundred points, this little girl really dares to speak." Wu Jie in the bronze mirror sneered again and again.

Song Qingxing nodded, indicating a deal.

The price is not cheap, but there is no doubt about the accuracy of the "Shadow Pavilion" information. A golden elixir real relic is worth this price.

However, the so-called exclusive information from the other party may not be true, and this information may have already spread all over the sky.

But he doesn't care, as long as the information is true.

Picking up the jade slip handed over by the female cultivator, and taking on a few more tasks, Song Qingxing walked out of the attic, looked down at the jade pendant around his waist and murmured in a low voice: "I will definitely go back alive, wait for me..."

...(End of chapter)