Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 345 Qing Xing Returns to His Clan
"Disciples of the Lieyang Sect, listen up and slowly retreat in the direction of my magic weapon."

"Mr. Rong, listen up and retreat in the direction of the Qingguang Banner!"

Under the blue sky, two magical weapons floated in the air, releasing dazzling light.

The light shone through the heavy fog and fell into the eyes of the disciples of Lieyang Sect and Rong Family. They were already exhausted and immediately became refreshed. They fought and retreated all the way, slowly withdrawing from the battlefield carrying the bodies of their fellow disciples.

The first battle at Cangmang Peak came to an end.

Song Xianming watched He Tai and others withdraw from the formation before he fell from the air with Yuan Tianshu.

The moment he landed, an abnormal flush appeared on Song Xianming's face, and he felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Song Luzhou was horrified, and hurried forward to support him, and asked anxiously: "Uncle, how are you?"

Yuan Tianshu on the side couldn't help but cast a concerned look.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Song Xianming gently pushed Song Luzhou away and said, "It's nothing serious, it's just a little beyond my body's tolerance, just adjust your breathing and it will be fine.

You don't have to worry about me. Go and count the casualties. The bodies of the dead should be recovered, and the injured should be treated promptly. The family treasures can be withdrawn at will, and there is no need to be stingy. "

"Nephew obeys your command." Song Luzhou looked at Song Xianming worriedly, then turned and left.

"Cough cough cough."

After he left, Song Xianming suddenly started coughing violently, and his face turned from red to white, which was very scary.

"Fellow Daoist Song?" Yuan Tianshu was startled and hurriedly came behind him, using his own magic power to help him sort out the violent magic power in his meridians.

After an incense stick of time, Song Xianming's complexion improved a little. Looking at Yuan Tianshu who was sweating profusely from exhaustion, he said sincerely, "Thank you for your help, fellow Taoist."

"The power of the clan protection formation is overbearing. It has already injured your meridians." Yuan Tianshu shook his head slightly and said seriously.

"I didn't expect that He Tai could find so many helpers."

If there were only He Tai and Rong Mingtao, Song Xianming could easily deal with them with the help of the power of the clan protection formation, and it would not be impossible for him to win the battle.

But the man in black robe had the cultivation base of the middle stage of Purple Mansion, and his every move was extremely fierce, which put Song Xianming under tremendous pressure. He had to draw excessive power from the clan protection formation to fight the enemy, which damaged his meridians.

Fortunately, this time it was just a test, and they had no intention of fighting Song Xianming to the death, otherwise his injuries would be far more serious than this.

"Alas, it would be great if Young Master Song was here. With his strength and the help of the formation, he is able to hold back a Purple Mansion cultivator. That way, your pressure would be much less." Yuan Tianshu sighed quietly, with a hint of worry on his face.

This time it's a test, next time it will be a general attack.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. I am not completely unprepared. I will definitely knock their teeth out when the time comes!" Song Xianming said viciously.

Hearing this, Yuan Tianshu seemed to be thinking about something...

On the barren mountain outside Cangmang Peak, Xu Mei watched the disciples of the two families slowly withdraw from the battlefield, and said with a twinkling gaze: "So that's how it is, the three sacred mountains on the periphery are not only the core of the [Three Mountains Linked Formation], but also the three pillars extending from the Song family's protective formation, which can continuously provide energy to the formation.

As long as I pull out these three pillars, it will be equivalent to cutting off one of Song Xianming's arms. I can also use this to set up a large formation to counter the Song family's protective formation!"

Thinking of this, Xu Mei turned around and went down the mountain and returned to the base. He Tai, Rong Mingtao and others had already been waiting for her in the big tent.

As soon as she showed up, He Tai stepped forward and asked, "The Song family's formation is really powerful. I wonder if Master Xu has found a way to break it?"

Xu Mei did not hide anything this time and narrated truthfully: "There are some clues. The next attack can be to target the three sacred mountains outside. First, cut off the Song family's arm, and then I will set up a formation to counterattack. By then, Song Xianming will no longer be able to cause any trouble."

Hearing this, He Tai was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Okay, very good. Let our disciples rest for a few days, and then we will launch a general attack!"

After everyone left, He Tai called a disciple and said, "Tell the sect leader that we will launch a decisive battle after a few days of recuperation. Tell him to deal with the people in the market as soon as possible and come to join us."

"As ordered."

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Back to Wangyuefang Market, Zhang Hongguang completely gave up after launching several fierce attacks at the beginning.

Because of the existence of protective formations and quasi-sky warships, the defense of Wangyuefang City is impregnable. If you want to break through it, you will inevitably have to pay a heavy price.

But this was a price he didn't want to bear.

Zhang Hongguang’s idea was very simple. He only needed to contain this quasi-sky ship. Once Cangmang Peak was captured, wouldn’t the mere market town be at his mercy?

There is absolutely no need to take risks.

After figuring this out, Zhang Hongguang lived an extremely comfortable life during this period. He stayed in the base all day to practice, and listened attentively to good news from the front.

"Master, the Grand Elder has come to report." An elder from the Lieyang Sect came forward to report.

Zhang Hongguang immediately perked up after hearing this and said hurriedly, "Did you win? Bring it here quickly."

He grabbed the flying sword and read the information in it as quickly as possible. After reading it, he frowned and crushed it. Zhang Hongguang said expressionlessly: "Write a reply to the Supreme Elder and tell him that the battle in the market is intense and we can't join them in a short time."

After saying that, he waved his hand and signaled the elder to leave.

You must be kidding. Not to mention that he couldn't take the market town in just a few days, even if he could, he wouldn't go to such a dangerous place as the main battlefield.

He is now second only to one person and above everyone else. As long as He Tai passes away, he will be able to control all the power of the Lieyang Sect. Why should he risk his life at this time?
So, Zhang Hongguang simply ignored He Tai's order and continued to do as he pleased.

Following the example of the superiors, the subordinates have already chosen to "give up", and the disciples of the Lieyang Sect under his command have become more and more lazy. They used to just pretend to do their job every day, but now they don't even bother to do the superficial work.

Instead, Song Changrong and others were confused. Being cautious by nature, he thought that Zhang Hongguang was plotting something, so he immediately guarded the market more tightly.

Three days passed like this. Late at night, Song Changrong stood in the main hall of the garrison, staring intently at the map on the wall, wondering if there were any omissions in his arrangements.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed outside the door.

"Who is it!" Song Changrong shouted and immediately tried to chase him out. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and thought with his brows lowered: "It seems that he wanted to be discovered by me on purpose. Is he trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hoarse voice sounded from behind him: "No wonder you are allowed to be in charge of the market. You are indeed smarter than that guy named Song Lutong."

The hairs on Song Changrong's back suddenly stood up. He turned around and saw a black mist with blurred features floating not far from him.

"Who are you?" Song Changrong stretched out his hand to take out the magic weapon and asked sternly.

"Don't worry about who I am. You can call me Wu Jie. I'm here to give you a message." Wu Jie said calmly. "Message?" Hearing his words, Song Changrong did not lower his guard, but he did not dare to act rashly, because he could not see what was in front of him.

"He said you will understand when you see this." Wu Jie suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a bluish-white jade plate. The family emblem engraved on it was particularly eye-catching.

"The family's identity token?" Song Changrong's face changed slightly. He stretched out his hand to take the jade token into his hand. Looking at the word "Xing" written on the front, he blurted out, "Is it Qing Xing's?"

"Yes, everything he wants to tell you is in there."

Hearing this, Song Changrong hesitated slightly, but finally bit his fingertips and dripped a drop of blood on the token. Then he saw a flash of green light, and the information contained in it immediately flooded into his mind.

After reading it, Song Changrong frowned deeply. He was sure that the message was left by Song Qingxing, because leaving a message in the identity token requires a special method that only the elders of the family know, and it requires the person's own blood and essence as a guide, which is basically impossible to forge.

But on the other hand, he was a little skeptical that this was left by Song Qingxing, because the message in the token seemed too crazy to him.

Seeing his hesitation, Wu Jie said coldly: "I suddenly feel that the big fool who practices body training is not bad. If it were him, he would definitely not be as hesitant as you.

It doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not. He will take action at the agreed time. If you follow him, he will have a 50% chance of breaking through. If you don’t follow him, he will find a way to fight his way back to Cangmang Peak.”

Hearing Wu Jie's words, Song Changrong couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "This really seems like something he could do."

After thinking for a while, Song Changrong gritted his teeth and said, "Tell Qing Xing that I will fully cooperate with him."

"Finally you said something sensible." Wu Jie sneered, turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the night.

After Wu Jie left, Song Changrong looked at the token in his hand and suddenly realized a problem. Since Song Qingxing was still outside the market, how did this guy named Wu Jie get in through the formation of the market?

This problem that puzzled Song Changrong seemed very simple in front of Wu Jie. As an artifact spirit, a mere second-grade top-grade formation was useless in front of him and he could move through it at will.

After all, no second-level formation master would consider the issue of defensive weapon spirits when setting up a formation.

Wu Jie passed through the barrier formed by the formation and arrived at a hillside dozens of miles away under the cover of night. In the moonlight, he could see a tall figure sitting cross-legged on the hillside, with a pitch-black sheathed sword inserted in his hand, flashing a strange light under the bright moonlight.

It was a man, dressed in black, with a cold face and deep eyes, like a sword ready to strike.

It was Song Qingxing, who had been away from home for several years. Compared with a few years ago, there was a faint bloody aura on his body.

"The communication has been completed." Wu Jie came to Song Qingxing and said.

Song Qingxing nodded slightly, took out a burning incense stick and inserted it into the soft soil, saying: "After it burns out, we will take action."

"Think it over carefully. In that camp, besides a Purple Mansion early stage cultivator, there is also a Foundation Establishment late stage cultivator, two Foundation Establishment middle stage cultivators, and two Foundation Establishment early stage cultivators. If you are not careful, you will die miserably." Wu Jie could not help but remind him.

"I've already gone through the abyss, so what does this mean?

Besides, the main force of this battle is you and the [Black Starship], I am just a bait." Song Qingxing said lightly.

"Do you trust me so much? If anything goes wrong, you will definitely die."

"My uncle once taught me a saying, 'trust people when you employ them, and don't employ people if you don't trust them.' I believe you." Song Qingxing said seriously.

Wu Jie was slightly stunned. Although he had not been a human for many years, he was sometimes still moved by some of the emotions of "humans".

The incense stick burned out quickly, and Song Qingxing stood up silently, holding the [Traceless Sword] and blending into the darkness, heading towards Zhang Hongguang's base...

Zhang Hongguang was sitting cross-legged on the couch practicing, when suddenly he seemed to hear a faint sword chanting in his ears.

His eyes shot open.

The next moment, a brilliant sword light fell from the sky, tearing the tent apart in an instant and slashing towards where he was.

"How brave!"

Zhang Hongguang let out a long roar, and the magic power in his body surged out. He quickly pushed out a palm, and the sword light immediately dissipated.

He slapped the couch with both hands and soared into the sky like a sharp sword. When he was in the air, he immediately locked onto the culprit who had attacked him.

But what surprised him was that the other party was just a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

"You are really brave." Zhang Hongguang's expression was gloomy. An ant-like foundation-building cultivator actually dared to break into his camp. If this were to get out, it would be a huge blow to his prestige!

Feeling the pressure coming from Zhang Hongguang, Song Qingxing looked indifferent, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

"How dare you, Sect Master! I'm going to take his head!" The only cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage present loudly requested to Zhang Hongguang.

But Zhang Hongguang said with a gloomy look: "Step back, I will crush him to death myself!"

After saying that, he disregarded his status and personally attacked Song Qingxing!

The speed of the Purple Mansion cultivator was extremely fast. In just a moment, Zhang Hongguang arrived in front of Song Qingxing. With a grim smile, he stretched out a large hand that was flashing with faint light and grabbed Song Qingxing's neck. It was so fast that there was no time for Song Qingxing to react.

Zhang Hongguang thought that Song Qingxing's face would show fear or astonishment, but to his disappointment, from beginning to end, the other party had the same expression, that expression of indifference to everything.

He hated this expression, as if it was mocking him.

"die!"

Just as he was about to grab Song Qingxing's neck, a bronze mirror covered with cracks suddenly appeared between the two of them.

In an instant, the eyes on the back of the bronze mirror seemed to come alive, and an invisible force carrying tremendous pressure burst out from the mirror. Zhang Hongguang suddenly felt his eyes blurred and his brain was in chaos.

"Do it!" Song Qingxing shouted loudly.

Inside the market town, the Black Star Ship, which had been ready for action, immediately launched a full-strength attack on Zhang Hongguang in the air.

A beam of white light pierced through the dark night and arrived in an instant.

At the critical moment, a golden compass appeared in front of Zhang Hongguang and blocked the fatal blow.

"Not good, the magic weapon is protecting its master." When Song Changrong saw this scene, his face turned pale. Qing Xing was in danger.

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(End of this chapter)