Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Everyone looked in the direction of Xu Yunhe's finger, and sure enough, they saw the vague outlines of several buildings, and there seemed to be a slight light.

"Let's go down and have a look."

The group of people landed on the ground and looked carefully. After finding that there was no threat, they slowly moved towards the area where the light was released.

It was not very realistic when in the air. After landing on the ground, everyone discovered more unusual things about this small world.

About several hours have passed since entering. Except for those weird bugs, they have not found any traces of other life, let alone living things. Not even a single weed was seen, which is worse than the desert. desolate.

However, the concentration of spiritual energy in this world is not low, reaching about half of the level of Daqi Cultivation World. With such a concentration of spiritual energy, it stands to reason that it cannot be so desolate.

Faced with this situation, Song Changsheng and others mustered up their spirits and moved forward slowly.

Suddenly, Song Changsheng stopped.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Yuechan asked softly.

"Did you smell a strange smell?"

Hearing this, the four of them looked confused. Unlike Song Changsheng, they had practiced the secret technique of finding people by smell - [Ten Thousand Miles of Tracking], so they didn't find anything wrong.

"I smelled a rancid smell. Although it was very faint, it was definitely unmistakable."

Putrid odor is generally the smell that spreads after the corpse of an organism has decayed.

In this world where there is not even a single weed, it is surprising enough that there are so many disgusting bugs. Are there other living creatures?
"It's serious to find the treasure hidden by the Blood Demon Cult first. The other things have nothing to do with us." Zhu Yiqun said, holding his arms.

"Fat man is right." Xu Yunhe agreed.

"Okay, we're almost there, keep up." After hearing this, Song Changsheng nodded, stopped thinking about it, and concentrated on his way.

Soon, several palaces with strange styles appeared in front of everyone.

The strange thing is that there are two oil lamps burning in front of the door of each palace, emitting a faint light in the darkness.

"No one has come to this ghost place for at least hundreds of years. Why is there still a light? Could it be that there are still living people here?"

As soon as this idea came out, the little fat man himself was shocked. Could someone who could stay in such a ghost place for hundreds of years really be a human being?
"I haven't noticed the breath of living creatures, but everyone should try to be careful." Song Changsheng reminded everyone softly, and then walked towards the palace in the middle.

When he walked to the door, he deliberately stopped in front of the oil lamp for a while and found that the lamp oil inside was a thick milky white liquid with a strange smell.

"Master, the oil lamp in front of you uses lamp oil extracted from the sharks. Only a small lamp can keep the wick burning for hundreds of years."

Xiaojiu's voice sounded in Song Changsheng's mind, telling the origin of the lamp oil.

"Shark/oil?" Song Changsheng couldn't help but shuddered when he heard this, and quickly took a few steps back.

Unlike previous lives that only existed in story novels, this world does indeed have a species of sharks. They are not transformed from aquatic monsters, but an intelligent race like humans.

They have fish-tailed bodies, handsome faces, and are rare in number. They are distributed in the major water veins of the Purple Royal Realm. They are the kings of the water tribe and rule the rivers and lakes in the world.

But such a powerful creature is actually used to refine lamp oil. This is really crazy. If the Shark people find out about it, the entire Daqi cultivation world will be reduced to Zeguo.

"The Blood Demon Sect is really lawless." Song Changsheng looked gloomy and quickly stayed away from these oil lamps. He did not want his body to be contaminated with the smell of lamp oil.

"Changsheng, what's wrong?" Seeing Song Changsheng's strange behavior, Zhuang Yuechan couldn't help but feel worried.

Song Changsheng looked at everyone with a serious expression and said, "I'm fine. Remember, you must never touch these oil lamps. This is shark oil. Once it is contaminated, the smell will not dissipate for thousands of years, and it will easily get into trouble."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they took a few steps back in tacit agreement. Although it was the first time they saw it, the name of this thing was well known to them.

The Sharks are notoriously vengeful. Those who dared to refine the Sharks/Oil in history now have no graves left.

If you are involved with this thing, it is best not to go near the water in this life, otherwise you will die without knowing how.

This is probably one of the few treasures in the world that people will stay away from.

It is indeed precious, but it has no use except for lighting lamps. It is really a tasteless thing, and the rewards are far out of proportion to the risks.

Although from ancient times to the present, there have always been some people with abnormal brains who have been working on developing other uses for shark oil, they have all ended in failure.

So far its use has been limited to lamp oil.

Therefore, now fewer and fewer people dare to make this thing, resulting in an unusually rare quantity. If a suitable buyer can be found, the value of this thing is still very high.

But no matter how valuable this thing was, Song Changsheng didn't dare to be greedy at all. He was still young and wanted to live a few more years.

After warning everyone, Song Changsheng climbed up the steps and came to the closed door of the palace.

From the gate, you can clearly see the traces of the passage of time. Many places are decayed. Song Changsheng even suspected that the palace might collapse at any time.

Reaching out and pushing open the door that had been sealed in dust for who knows how many years, the palace did not collapse, but the scene inside shocked Song Changsheng.

I saw a huge circular pit dug out in the center of the hall, and you could vaguely see mottled blood stains that had been stained from unknown sources.

And on the edge of this large pit, there are horrifying mummies. They have their hands bound like sinners, kneeling facing the circular pit.

From the inside to the outside, circle after circle, they are all kneeling mummies.

Under their bodies, there is a groove. These grooves, without exception, lead to the circular pit in the center of the hall, where the dried blood can be clearly seen.

The scene in front of him evoked some memories of Song Changsheng a few years ago. Back then in the Griffin Mountains, Dong Tianxie carried out blood sacrifices in this way to improve his cultivation.

As a result, it was destroyed by Song Changsheng, Yin Shang and others, and Yuan Tianshu and Jiang Shuming were rescued.

The scene in front of me is so similar to that of the past.

"Beast!" Song Changsheng cursed angrily, clenching his fists tightly, and punished the remnants of the Blood Demon as real people!
At this time, Zhu Yiqun and others also followed in. They were also shocked and speechless looking at the scene in front of them.

After a while, Song Changsheng said softly: "Look for the monks from which family they are. Take them out when you leave and let them bury them in peace."

Everyone nodded silently, and then spread out to look for anything that could represent the identities of these people.

Soon, Zhu Yiqun got something. He held up a sign in his white and fat hand and shouted loudly: "I found it, look at it."

Song Changsheng took it and took a look and found that it was a gilt bronze medal with the word "Elder" written on the front and the words "Demon-Conquering Hall" written on the back.

On the other side, Xu Yunhe, Chihuo Old Ghost and others also found several identical brands, all of which were "elders" or "protectors" of the Demon Fu Palace. "People from the Demon Subduing Hall?"

At this moment, Song Changsheng suddenly realized that these people were probably the masters of the Demon Subduing Hall who had gone deep into the Demon Cave.

The outside world only knew that their entire army was wiped out, but they did not expect that they were actually brought to this small world and became sacrifices to the Blood Demon.

It is really sad that these defenders, who have slaying demons and demons engraved in their bones, ended up with such a humiliating and tragic end.

"You died for Da Qi. You should never have ended up like this. Junior Song Changsheng, please take the bodies of your seniors home. Please forgive me for any offense."

Song Changsheng bowed, then carefully collected the mummies in the main hall, and handed them over to the Demon Lord for burial after leaving here.

After doing all this, the five people searched around the hall separately, but found no trace of the treasure.

"Let's go check out the other two side halls."

Everyone retreated from the main hall and entered the side hall on the left. As soon as the door opened, everyone was slightly shocked.

I saw that this side hall was filled with fist-sized spiritual stones, like hills.

Zhu Yiqun's eyes sparkled, and he immediately wanted to rush in, but Song Changsheng grabbed him and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, there is a problem."

"Is it a trap?" Song Changsheng's words immediately made Zhu Yiqun shudder, and he quickly retracted his stepped foot.

Song Changsheng said nothing and activated the [Delusion-breaking Eye], and a large net woven with countless golden lines suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Formation." Song Changsheng understood clearly.

As soon as he opened the door, he felt something was wrong. There were so many spiritual stones piled here, and the spiritual energy that escaped every day was enough to increase the concentration of spiritual energy here by one level. However, he did not notice at all that this was not normal. Now it turns out that has a problem.

"It's a second-level top-level defensive array. It's not difficult to break. You protect it for me."

With the help of [Breaking Eyes], Song Changsheng quickly figured out the various ways of the formation in front of him, and it only took him less than half an hour to crack it.

The spiritual energy originally locked by the formation suddenly surged out, like a gust of wind, blowing out all the oil lamps outside.

But the five of them were now attracted by the spiritual stones piled up in the hall, and did not notice this insignificant detail at all.

"There are estimated to be millions of spirit stones here." Zhu Yiqun's eyes were shining and his mouth was almost watering. He had never seen so many spirit stones at one time.

Song Changsheng's breathing was slightly rapid, but his mind was still clear, although nominally, the treasure should be divided equally between the four of them.

But this is not the case in practice.

During this treasure hunting trip, Luoxia City sent three Zifu monks to accompany them and solve their biggest trouble.

Although the other party didn't say anything, Song Changsheng couldn't be ignorant. Luoxia City would definitely get the bulk of the harvest from this trip, and after the rest were divided equally among them, they wouldn't get much.

"Put it away first. There is still a side hall that I haven't seen yet." Zhuang Yuechan suppressed the excitement in her heart and said softly.

Everyone nodded and quickly searched out all the spiritual stones in the hall and handed them over to Song Changsheng for safekeeping.

Then they went straight to another side hall.

At this time, Zhuang Yuechan, who was more thoughtful, noticed the changes outside and couldn't help but asked: "Why are these oil lamps extinguished?"

Zhu Yiqun glanced at it, and then said with an indifferent expression: "It was probably blown by the wind. Don't worry about it. Let's quickly go to another side hall to have a look."

After saying that, he excitedly opened the door of another side hall.

"Damn, what does the Blood Demon Cult want to do by hoarding so many supplies here?" He just glanced at Zhu Yiqun and cursed.

A few people took a closer look and found that this side hall was filled with cultivation resources, including magical weapons, elixirs, mineral ingots, jade, animal skins... everything was dazzling and dazzling.

The only shelf among them was filled with various jade boxes, which looked like they were no ordinary treasures.

It's no wonder that Zhu Yiqun would express such emotion. In fact, the amount of materials accumulated in these two side halls was beyond their imagination.

To put it bluntly, even if the Song family was packed up and sold, it would not be as valuable as the materials in the "warehouse" of the Blood Demon Sect.

With such a huge amount of supplies, even the Golden Pill Sect has to grit its teeth if it wants to take it out. It’s no wonder that the Blood Demon Sect has been frantically looking for the key these years. With so much supplies, why can’t they be anxious if they can’t get it out? ?

"Changsheng, break the formation quickly." Zhu Yiqun rubbed his hands, his face full of expectation.

Song Changsheng nodded, followed the same pattern, and quickly cracked the defensive formation.

Looking at Zhu Yiqun who was rummaging around inside, Song Changsheng said helplessly: "Find the [Tianqing Magic Mirror] first, put away the rest, and divide it up after we go back."

This small world gave Song Changsheng a very uncomfortable feeling, and he did not want to stay here too long.

Hearing this, the originally passionate little fat man suddenly became as stunned as an eggplant beaten by frost - Yan'er.

"Okay, look for it quickly, business is important." Xu Yunhe patted his shoulder, and then rummaged through the piles of magical artifacts.

Song Changsheng and others also joined later.

Zhu Yiqun mumbled a few words incoherently, and finally joined the search.

A few people quickly pulled out an oval long-handled brass mirror from the pile of magical artifacts piled as high as a hill. The object was unusually heavy, and Zhuang Yuechan almost didn't pick it up.

Taking out the note left by Hunwugui and comparing it, Song Changsheng was sure that it was the [Tianqing Pulling Magic Mirror].

But they couldn't see how this object looked like a palace treasure. Apart from its unusual weight, it seemed to be no different from an ordinary bronze mirror.

"As long as we are sure it is this thing, whether it can be used or not is not within our consideration. We must collect everything in the palace and prepare to go out."

Song Changsheng's deal with Hun Wugui was to take this thing out and give it to him. Other than that, he didn't need to worry about anything else.

The few people moved very quickly, and it took less than a quarter of an hour to collect all the resources in the palace.

But as soon as they walked out of the side hall, everyone couldn't help but frown.

Because the air is filled with a disgusting rancid smell.

...(End of chapter)