Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 346 Hesitation leads to defeat
Protecting the master is the characteristic of the weapon spirit. At the moment when Zhang Hongguang's life was threatened, his life-saving magic weapon took the initiative to bear the attack for him.

As his life-saving magic weapon was damaged, Zhang Hongguang's blood flowed backwards, and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood mist. His breath quickly became weak, but the strong stimulation also allowed his consciousness to break free from the influence of the [Spiritual Soul-Captivating Mirror].

The powerful magic power exploded in an instant and rushed towards Song Qingxing like a tidal wave.

This was an angry attack made by Zhang Hongguang after he escaped death, and it was incredibly powerful.

At such a close distance, ordinary foundation-building cultivators would not be able to react at all, but as the saying goes, the spirit of an artifact knows the spirit of an artifact best, Song Qingxing and Wu Jie had long expected that the magic weapon would protect its master.

Song Qingxing, who had been mentally prepared, turned into a sword light and retreated quickly before Zhang Hongguang launched his attack. At the same time, a scarlet bead shot out from his sleeve.

This was the life-saving item that Song Changsheng gave him before he went down the mountain. It was made by the weapon-refining master Shen Qingxiu, and its power was equivalent to a full-strength attack from a Purple Mansion cultivator.

The red bead collided with Zhang Hongguang's pouring magic power in the air and finally exploded with a loud bang.

The airflow generated by the explosion immediately blew Song Qingxing away, but Zhang Hongguang had the spiritual energy condensed from magic power to protect his body, blocking the turbulence and standing in the air motionless.

"You little bastard, die!"

Putting aside his pride to deal with a foundation-building cultivator and still getting into such a mess, at this moment, Zhang Hongguang's chest was already filled with rage. At the moment the turbulence dissipated, he held up the sky with one hand, and the surging lightning snakes gathered into a ball in his palm, releasing a breath of destruction.

In the reflection of the electric light, Zhang Hongguang's old face looked extremely crazy and hideous.

In mid-air, Song Qingxing only felt that the space around him seemed to be solidified by an invisible force and he could not dodge at all. This was the natural suppression of magic power over spiritual power.

At the critical moment, a flash of light appeared in the bronze mirror in Song Qingxing's hand.

Zhang Hongguang was deeply impressed by the terrifying power released by the bronze mirror in his hand, so he had been on guard against Song Qingxing. The moment he saw the bronze mirror, he subconsciously dispelled the [Thunderbolt] in his hand and dodged sideways like a conditioned reflex.

But... nothing happened.

In fact, after launching the previous attack, Wu Jie had exhausted all his strength and fell into a deep sleep, and had no ability to launch a second round of soul attack.

When Zhang Hongguang realized that he was being fooled, Song Changrong in the market town also fired the second shot from the Black Star Ship.

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

Zhang Hongguang twisted his body in the air in an incredible way, avoiding the fatal area on the back, but was still hit on the arm.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Zhang Hongguang's right arm was blown into pieces, half of his body turned into charcoal, and he flew backwards.

At this moment, Song Qingxing quickly rushed forward, his body as fast as lightning and as swift as the wind!

"Chong-"

[Traceless Sword] was unsheathed, and the snow-white sword body reflected endless cold light under the bright moon.

"Sword Three!"

Song Qingxing's cold voice rang out, and everything in the world seemed to be still at this moment. As the green sword in his hand fell, an extremely bright sword light bloomed under the sky.

"laugh"

The sword light was dazzling, and in front of Zhang Hongguang's horrified eyes, it easily tore through his body protection, leaving an invisible sword mark on his chest.

This scene immediately made him break out in a cold sweat.

If Song Qingxing's cultivation was not so weak, this sword would be enough to cut him in two!
But it was already shocking enough that a Foundation Establishment cultivator could break through the Purple Mansion cultivator's body-protecting Tian Gang with a single sword strike.

The fear of death enveloped Zhang Hongguang, and his initial anger had long since disappeared without a trace.

If the fight continues, he might really die!
Thinking of this, Zhang Hongguang lost all his will to fight, and left the battlefield without looking back, dragging his severely injured body.

The scene of their leader's embarrassing escape shocked all the disciples of Lieyang Sect present. They had never thought that Zhang Hongguang would be defeated.

After all, Purple Mansion cultivators have absolute suppressive power over Foundation Establishment cultivators.

But they had no time to think about it, because Song Qingxing had already come down with a sword in hand, and Song Changrong also opened the defensive formation of the market town, driving the [Black Star Ship] across the sky and gained air supremacy.

To deal with Purple Mansion cultivators, one needs to hide behind the formation, but to deal with Foundation Establishment cultivators, the Quasi-Heavenly Ship is like a tiger among the flock of sheep.

"Run away!"

Seeing the white light surging out of the pitch-black muzzle, hundreds of Lieyang Sect disciples were suddenly panicked. No one knew who shouted first, but everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

Song Qingxing walked alone with a sword in his hand, ruthlessly harvesting lives, and approached step by step the only cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage present.

The man had already been frightened by Song Qingxing's inhuman performance before. Seeing this god of death approaching him, he was so scared that his face changed color and he started to run away in panic.

How could Song Qingxing let him leave? He chased him alone and beheaded him in less than an incense stick of time.

When he returned to the banks of the Luo River, the war had ended and Song Qingqing was leading the family monks to clean up the battlefield.

Of the 300 Qi-cultivating monks of the Lieyang Sect, more than a hundred were killed in the crazy attack of the Black Star Ship. A small number took advantage of the chaos to escape, and eventually more than a hundred and twenty were taken prisoner.

Their final destination will be the major mines, which is also the mainstream way for major forces to deal with captured cultivators. After all, cultivators are much more useful than mortals.

As for the five foundation-building cultivators, except for the late foundation-building cultivator who was killed by Song Qingxing, Song Changrong and others also killed an early foundation-building cultivator, severely injured and captured a middle foundation-building cultivator, and the other two escaped with injuries.

It can be said that one third of the strength of the Lieyang Sect was destroyed in this battle.

On the Song family's side, in addition to the Black Star Ship consuming a large amount of spirit stones, Zhang Huaidao suffered some minor injuries, eight Song family cultivators died, and more than a dozen were injured.

The casualties on both sides are not at the same level at all.

Song Changrong looked at the murderous Song Qingxing who had returned and said with emotion: "We actually severely damaged the Purple Mansion cultivator. It really was like a dream."

The people around also looked at him in awe.

Those monks in the market town who had ulterior motives were frightened and dared not to have any evil thoughts anymore.

"Pack up and go back to Cangmang Peak for support." Song Qingxing said to Song Changrong without caring about the eyes of the people around him.

"This..." Song Changrong was suddenly embarrassed. After all, the task given to him by his family was to guard Wangyue Market, and this was also his duty as the guardian of the market.

"If the skin is gone, where will the hair be attached? If the family is in danger, what's the point of leaving the market alone?" Song Qingxing raised his eyebrows and shouted harshly, completely ignoring the fact that the person in front of him was his elder.

Song Changxue also tried to persuade him, "Qing Xing is right. The threat to the market has been temporarily lifted. We are now free and should go back to support our family. The Quasi-Sky Ship is at least half of the Purple Mansion's combat power."

"What my aunt said makes sense. I am also worried about the situation in my family."

Seeing that the three had expressed their opinions, Song Changrong no longer hesitated and nodded, looking at Zhang Huaidao and Qi Yuanli and said, "Two Daoists, we need to return to the family as soon as possible to help. The market is now in your hands. As long as you can protect the market, it will be a great achievement. If it is impossible, you can also withdraw from the market, and the family will never vent its anger on you."

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist. If the market is lost, I will commit suicide to apologize!" Qi Yuanli said in a deep voice.

"So does Zhang!"

Regardless of whether what they said was just polite talk or not, at least their attitude was very upright. Song Changrong handed the token that controlled the formation to him, and then took all the family monks on the [Black Star Ship] and rushed to the Cangmang Peak battlefield...

At this moment, He Tai is making final preparations for the decisive battle.

When Zhang Hongguang fell from the sky in a miserable state, he felt a little confused.

"Zhang Hongguang, what are you doing? Where are the people? Where are the others?" He Tai suppressed his anger, grabbed Zhang Hongguang by the collar and asked harshly.

"Uncle-master, it's over, it's all over." Zhang Hongguang was still a little frightened. After seeing He Tai, he seemed to have seen his backbone. He held his hand and said with tears in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, please tell me clearly, did other Purple Mansion cultivators take action?" Zhang Yu asked with a frown.

At this point, Zhang Hongguang looked a little embarrassed, and recounted the entire incident with exaggeration, emphasizing the role of the [Spiritual Soul-Captivating Mirror] and describing it as a unique treasure.

There was no way out. He was defeated by a group of foundation-building cultivators. If he didn't exaggerate the facts, how would he, the leader of a sect, survive in the future?

After listening to his narration, He Tai's face was as gloomy as water. No matter what he said, he was still defeated by the foundation-building cultivator and suffered heavy casualties.

The key point is that he couldn't say anything, after all, he was defeated by Song Xianming in the past.

"Fellow Daoist He, your Lieyang Sect is truly unique." Rong Mingtao said sarcastically.

Hearing this, the surrounding Lieyang Sect disciples lowered their heads in shame. The two Purple Mansion cultivators of the sect were both defeated by the Foundation Establishment cultivator. This was not unique to the Da Qi cultivation world.

He Tai was furious. He glared at Zhang Hongguang fiercely and said coldly, "Brother Rong, there is no need to be sarcastic. I dare not say anything about other people, but if it were you, your ending would not be much better than ours."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Zhang Yu quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "You two should calm down and don't do anything that would make your loved ones sad and your enemies happy."

"Hmph, then give Brother Zhang some face." Rong Mingtao sneered. Although he and He Tai are now allies, the grudges over the years cannot be easily resolved. He was very restrained in just making a few sarcastic remarks.

He Tai temporarily suppressed his anger and took Zhang Hongguang back to the big tent to heal his injuries.

Although his origin was not damaged, his body was seriously injured, which would inevitably affect his future path.

What made He Tai feel strange was that the sword scar on his chest, which was clearly the lightest injury, would not heal and kept oozing blood.

Even if one is a Purple Mansion cultivator, it would hurt his foundation if he continued to flow like this.

"What a strange sword wound. There seems to be a force attached to it that continuously causes damage." He Tai frowned. He had never seen such a strange injury.

Thinking of Zhang Hongguang's explanation, he suddenly believed it a little. After all, this kind of ability is not something that ordinary people can do.

"Could it be that Luoxia City secretly intervened?"

Thinking of this, He Tai inexplicably felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

After treating Zhang Hongguang's injuries, He Tai found a few Purple Mansion monks and said directly: "We can't delay any longer. Tomorrow we will seize the three outer sacred mountains first, wait for Master Xu to set up the formation, and then break through Cangmang Peak in one fell swoop!"

Rong Mingtao and others looked at each other and finally agreed to this plan.

The next morning, all the disciples of Lieyang Sect and Rong Family were mobilized and rushed straight to the three sacred mountains. Because the death order had been given, the disciples of the two families behaved exceptionally bravely, and the battle entered a white-hot stage from the very beginning.

On the Cangmang Peak, Song Luzhou looked at the three sacred mountains that were surrounded by water and asked in great confusion: "Uncle, what are they doing?"

Song Xianming narrowed his eyes slightly, and soon realized their intention. He couldn't help but sighed: "There is a master on the other side. She has seen through my arrangement and intends to use it to counter me."

"Then what should we do?"

"The only option now is to confront them head-on." Song Xianming's expression was slightly gloomy. He was just one step away from winning. A third-level formation master disrupted all his arrangements.

Song Luzhou's face slightly changed when he heard that. The three sacred mountains outside had no protection formation for the clan, and if they came into close combat, no one knew how many people would die on both sides.

But there was no other way at this moment. Song Luzhou gritted his teeth and began to deploy his troops.

Song Changan and Song Qingming were transferred to Lingxiu Mountain.

Song Luyun and Song Changrong were transferred to Lingzhi Mountain.

Song Lutong and Song Changlian were transferred to Yuzhu Mountain.

Cangmang Peak only left the troops under Song Qingqian, Song Xianyun and the part directly under Song Luzhou as the reserve force.

With the support, the pressure on Liu Hongye and others was immediately relieved a lot.

The number of people on both sides was not much different, and it was impossible to determine the winner in a short period of time. In the end, they fell into a brutal tug-of-war. The number of casualties continued to increase, and from time to time, there were foundation-building monks who fell.

At this point, there is no retreat. Everyone is blood-thirsty, and the entire battlefield is filled with only one word - kill!

Except for Cangmang Peak, there was fighting everywhere. Song Luzhou could even smell the blood in the air.

"Elder, the Red Fire Priest was severely injured, and Lingxiu Mountain is in danger." A tribesman reported hurriedly.

"Elder, Yuzhu Mountain can no longer hold on."

Listening to reports from all parties, Song Luzhou's face was as gloomy as water. Nearly half of the cultivators on the Song family's side were gathered from various major foundation-building forces.

In terms of elite level, they are not as elite as the Lieyang Sect and the Rong Family.

Also, because they were conscripted, their fighting spirit was not very high, and it was already very good that they had not collapsed after fighting for such a long time.

"I will personally lead people to Lingxiu Mountain, and ask Uncle Twenty-One and Qing Qian to support Yuzhu Mountain."

At this point, it was impossible to evacuate the people as the two sides were completely entangled.

After only a brief thought, Song Luzhou decided to put all the strength at hand into it.

What we are competing for now is courage. Whoever hesitates will lose!
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ps: Let’s see if I can write another chapter tonight. It might be a little late, so please forgive me for my clumsy hands.

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