Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 344 Bloodshed
"Song Xianming, come out and fight me!"

He Tai stood in the air holding the [Silver Dragon Mace], shouting loudly, and all his magic power poured out like a flood.

Rong Mingtao, Zhang Yu and the man in black robes on the side were equally awe-inspiring. Their powerful pressure combined into one, making the monks fighting below feel as if a huge rock was pressing on their chests.

Song Xianming and Yuan Tianshu also rose into the air and confronted the four people from a distance.

His eyes swept across He Tai and Rong Mingtao, and finally stopped at Zhang Yu and the black-robed man who was hiding his head and showing his tail. Song Xianming narrowed his eyes slightly.

There are four Purple Mansion monks in front of him. If we add Zhang Hongguang who is attacking Wangyue Market and the unknown third-level formation master hiding behind the scenes, there will be six people in total.

"Six Purple Mansion cultivators, what a big deal!" Song Xianming's heart sank slightly. Although he had long expected that He Tai must have prepared a backup plan this time, the current situation was still somewhat beyond his expectations.

Fortunately, he had made the worst-case scenario plan from the beginning. With the help of the large formation, he was able to fight. Even if he was defeated in the end, at least he would break a few of their teeth!

Although he was shocked in his heart, he remained calm on his face. He looked at Rong Mingtao and said calmly, "Brother Rong has finally shown up. The Song and Rong families had no grudges in the past, no hatred in the present, and even fought side by side. Why is it like this today?"

Rong Mingtao looked normal, and said calmly: "If Fellow Daoist Song could slow down the development of the Song Group, Rong would not be here."

Hearing this, Song Xianming showed a sneer on his face.

In a nutshell, Rong Mingtao was scared.

Among the Purple Mansion cultivators of the three families, Song Xianming is the youngest, and the Song family has produced many talented people, so there are successors.

Although He Tai is old, Zhang Hongguang has already broken through to the Purple Mansion. Even if his aptitude is slightly inferior, he can at least preserve the foundation of the Lieyang Sect.

The Rong family is different. Rong Mingtao is already over 400 years old, which is considered old among the Purple Mansion cultivators. If he cannot find the rare treasures to extend his lifespan, he will die in the next few decades.

There haven't been any talented descendants in the Rong family in recent generations, and Rong Mingtao has no confidence in training a Purple Mansion cultivator within a hundred years.

After he passed away, without a Purple Mansion cultivator in charge, the Rong family might not even be able to keep their foundation in the face of the ferocious Lieyang Sect and the thriving Song family.

Therefore, he had to eliminate a major threat to his family before he passed away.

His original target was the Lieyang Sect, but the news that Song Changsheng was about to break through to the Purple Mansion changed his mind.

Whether it is Song Changsheng or Song Xianming, they are too young and are both third-level formation masters!

Compared to the Lieyang Sect, which can only defend its status quo in the future, the Song family, whose power is gradually expanding, is undoubtedly more threatening.

Therefore, he chose to let go of the past grudges and nip the hidden danger of the Song family in the bud.

After knowing his attitude, Song Xianming stopped talking to him and turned to look at Zhang Yu and the man in black robe and asked, "Then why are you two here?"

"Hand over Song Changsheng, and I can leave." The man in black robe stepped forward and said sinisterly.

"I'm just joining in the fun. Brother Song, there's no need to waste your time on me." Zhang Yu smiled indifferently. He was not originally from the Da Qi cultivation world, so naturally he was not worried about exposing his identity.

Song Xianming frowned slightly: "Looks like there's nothing to talk about?"

"There's nothing to talk about in the first place." The man in black twisted his neck and suddenly opened his arms. Endless spiritual energy transformed into majestic water spiritual power and turned into a raging wave rushing towards Song Xianming.

"【Ding Jiangshan】." Song Xianming let out a long chant, and a stream of light shot up into the sky from the mist. The sharp sword energy whistled, instantly cutting the waves in half.

"I'm here to lend you a hand!"

He Tai held the [Silver Dragon Mace] in his hand, and Rong Mingtao held a large green flag in one hand, and together they surrounded and killed Song Xianming. For a moment, a terrifying atmosphere filled the air.

Under the influence of the formation, the strength of the three people was suppressed by about 20% to 10%. However, with the blessing of the formation, Song Xianming's strength skyrocketed in a short period of time, and he was not at a disadvantage when fighting one against three.

Yuan Tianshu wanted to step forward to help when he saw this, but was stopped by Zhang Yu as soon as he made a move.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, you are a guest of the Song family, and I am just here to join in the fun. We might as well just watch from the side, which will save us some effort." Zhang Yu took out an iron fan and said with a smile.

"Humph, let's see what's really going on in person!"

With a "swish" sound, Yuan Tianshu's sword turned into a silver-white streak and rushed straight towards Zhang Yu's face.

"Then I will come and experience Fellow Daoist Yuan's skills." Zhang Yu let out a long roar, and the iron fan in his hand opened with a "whoosh", reflecting a cold light under the dazzling sunlight.

"Ding--"

The tip of the sword collided with the fan, and the huge impact force made Zhang Yu almost lose his grip on the iron fan. Zhang Yu's eyes lit up and he praised, "Good sword!"

His eyes gradually became sharp, and the expression on his face changed from lazy to serious. With a shake of his magic power, a powerful momentum swept in all directions.

He flashed and started fighting with Yuan Tianshu...

On the top of Cangmang Peak, Song Luzhou looked anxious as he watched six Purple Mansion monks fighting in the air.

Although Song Xianming could fight He Tai and others on equal terms in a short period of time, his body's endurance was limited. It was impossible for him to contain the power of the clan protection formation indefinitely. Over time, he would inevitably be defeated.

"Fifth Grandpa, what should we do now?" It was the first time for Song Qingming to experience such a scene. He couldn't help feeling a little nervous, and his palms were soaked with sweat.

"We cannot interfere in the Purple Mansion War. The only thing we can do is to trust our uncle and the guest elders. You and I just need to do our part. The war in Chang'an is a bit tense. You take 20 clansmen to support them."

Song Luzhou pressed Song Qingming's shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"Grandson understands." Song Qingming nodded silently, then selected twenty people and headed straight for the battlefield where Song Changan was.

When they arrived, they found that a small team led by two foundation-building monks from the Lieyang Sect had used some unknown method to gather together and blocked Song Changan, Song Changjun and others in a valley.

Here, nearly ten members of the Song family had died in the battle, and the remaining few were all injured. Among them, Song Changjun was the most seriously injured, with his body covered with horrific wounds.

On the other hand, the morale of the Lieyang Sect is high and they are approaching step by step.

Song Qingming became very anxious upon seeing this, and he made some hand gestures. With a flash of green light, a small flying sword flew out from his sleeve and stabbed towards the back of the tall foundation-building cultivator from the Lieyang Sect.

The man was concentrating on fighting with Song Changan. Facing Song Qingming's sneak attack, relying on his rich combat experience, he subconsciously tilted his body to the side to avoid the vital points, but the flying sword still pierced his right lung, and he let out a shrill scream.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the sword in Song Changan's hand flashed with a cold light, and with one sword he cut off one of his arms, and the situation suddenly reversed.

"Senior Brother Zhang?" Another Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Lieyang Sect was horrified. He forced Song Changjun back with a sword and was about to rush over to support him. But before he could go far, Song Changjun rushed over with a roar, entangled him tightly, and shouted to Song Qingming: "That man can see through the fog, kill him quickly!" Hearing this, Song Qingming's heart trembled. No wonder so many disciples of the Lieyang Sect gathered together, it turned out that someone could see through the fog!
The fog created by the clan protection formation is a major reliance of the Song family in fighting the enemy. It can make invaders lose their way, allowing the Song family monks to better divide, surround and strangle them.

If their plan was seen through and the invaders gathered together, the Song family would suffer a great loss as they were not at a numerical advantage.

Thinking of this, Song Qingming suddenly felt murderous intent in his heart, and he controlled the flying sword to stab the tall monk.

Even though the cultivator had reached the middle stage of foundation building, he was first stabbed with a sword and then his right arm was broken. Under the joint attack of Song Changan and Song Qingming, he died on the spot in a short while.

Seeing Song Changan and Song Qingming joining forces to kill him, the remaining foundation-building cultivator was immediately scared to death. He turned around and used a sword to force Song Changjun back. He posted a [Urgent Talisman] and turned into a yellow light and disappeared. He actually left the remaining Qi-training disciples behind and fled alone.

Upon seeing this, all the disciples of Lieyang Sect lost their fighting spirit and some fled, while others surrendered.

"Coward!"

Song Qingming spat with disdain, then ordered his men to restrain the prisoners while rescuing the wounded.

"Cough cough cough."

Seeing this, Song Changjun finally let out the breath he had forced himself to take. Completely ignoring the hideous wounds on his body, he found a piece of bluestone to sit down on, staring in a daze at the corpses on the ground.

"Changjun, quickly take this [Blood Clotting Pill]." Song Changan handed a blood-red pill to Song Changjun's mouth.

But Song Changjun's eyes just stared blankly ahead, without any response.

Song Changan's heart sank, and he immediately reached out and pinched his mouth open. Just as he was about to put the pill in, Song Changjun suddenly grabbed his wrist, shook his head gently and said, "Brother... I can't do it anymore, don't waste a good pill."

"Don't talk nonsense. Take the medicine first. Our family has countless treasures. Your injury is nothing." Song Changan pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed an ugly smile.

Song Qingming on the side couldn't help but turn his head away, unable to bear to watch any longer.

Song Changjun's injuries were already serious, and he had burned his own essence to forcibly stop the foundation-building cultivator. Now his spirit was drained and he was completely exhausted.

In this situation, no panacea will work except the legendary treasures.

Song Changjun obviously realized this, and he pressed down Song Changan's hand holding the medicine, and said weakly: "Brother, you are right, we cannot underestimate any enemy.

Unfortunately, I understood this truth too late. I underestimated the enemy and made reckless advances. I would have to pay the price in the end."

"Don't talk about this for now, take the medicine."

Song Changjun said nothing, but whispered softly: "I really want to see the clan leader ascend to the Purple Mansion, a Purple Mansion cultivator who is less than forty years old..."

His voice became weaker and weaker, and finally died away.

"Chang Jun!"

"Uncle Clan!"

The two people's exclamations attracted the attention of the people around them. Everyone gathered and looked at Song Changjun who fell in Song Changan's arms. Everyone had sadness on their face.

They lowered their heads silently and remained silent.

"Asshole!" Song Changan cursed in a low voice, handed Song Changjun's still hot body to Song Qingming, then drew the long sword beside him and said coldly: "I'll go kill that beast, and I'll leave this place to you."

"Uncle, don't be impulsive." Song Qingming frowned.

"I have my own sense of proportion."

After saying that, Song Changan stepped into the mist with his sword in hand.

Song Qingming opened his mouth, but in the end did not say anything to persuade them. He sighed and said, "Send a few people to take the injured tribesmen back to Baiyi Hall for recuperation, and the rest of you will follow me to continue to stop the enemy."

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Huang Xun traveled very quickly through the dense forest, but soon he found himself lost. He did not have the ability to see through the fog.

He came to a big cypress tree and looked around vigilantly. After finding that there was no one around, he sat cross-legged under the tree canopy and practiced qigong and breathing exercises.

After recovering a little, he stood up and looked at the vast white fog around him. He couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "What the hell is this? I have no direction to find in it."

In his current state, if he encounters the Song family's foundation-building cultivators again, it would be difficult for him to survive.

But his consciousness was suppressed by the fog, his perception was disrupted, and he couldn't find the way down the mountain at all.

In the current situation, unless the Song family takes the initiative to open the formation, or waits for He Tai and the others to finish fighting and then guides them down the mountain, he will be trapped on this mountain.

After cursing a few more times to vent his dissatisfaction, Huang Xun decided to find a secluded place to hide and treat his injuries first.

"Where are you going?" An extremely cold voice came from the concentration, and Huang Xun's steps, which had just been raised, suddenly froze in mid-air.

Looking back suddenly, I saw Song Chang'an holding a long sword that was still dripping with blood, walking out of the thick fog step by step. Invisible sword energy surrounded his body, and the fallen leaves on the trees were crushed into powder as soon as they approached.

Huang Xun's face suddenly darkened, but he was not too panicked. In the previous battle, Song Changan was also seriously injured, so he might not have no chance of winning.

He slowly stepped back a few steps, then suddenly attacked, waving his hand, and a faint light shot out from his sleeves and rushed towards Song Changan's heart at lightning speed.

Song Chang'an's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot like a ghost. The long sword in his hand fell, and a three-inch long blue nail was cut into two pieces by him.

"How is this possible!" Huang Xun exclaimed.

"You used such despicable means to hurt Changjun." Song Chang'an's pupils were filled with anger. Song Changjun and Huang Xun were equally strong, but Song Changjun underestimated his enemy and was hit by his hidden weapon, eventually killing him. Naturally, he would not make the same mistake again.

"Die!" Song Changan raised his long sword, and the distance of several dozen feet was shortened in an instant...

"The elder is back." A tribesman suddenly shouted.

Song Qingming looked in the direction of the voice and saw Song Changan's figure walking out of the fog, holding a hideous-looking dead head in his hand.

At the same time, accompanied by a brilliant sword light falling, the aerial battlefield also came to an end...

(End of this chapter)