Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

When the former sect leader Wang Yuesong who stayed behind in the sect received the news that He Tai's soul lamp had gone out, he knew that the situation in Yangzhou was about to change.

At this time he was still optimistic, thinking that although He Tai had met with an unexpected accident, the foundation of the Lieyang Sect was still there. As long as they could withdraw to Yangzhou and defend themselves for a period of time, and wait for the new generation of disciples to grow up, Yangzhou would still belong to the Lieyang Sect.

But within a day, he saw the soul lamps of the sect's disciples and elders being extinguished in large numbers.

This middle-aged man who had worked hard for the sect for half his life was filled with shock and anger. Blood rushed up his body and he vomited a large mouthful of blood on the spot and fell to the ground.

Not long after, when Zhang Hongguang fled back alone, dragging his seriously injured body, like a stray dog, Wang Yuesong realized that the situation in Yangzhou was not about to change, but that the sky was falling.

Of the two Purple Mansion cultivators in the sect, one died and the other was seriously injured. Eleven of the eighteen Foundation Establishment cultivators who accompanied them died, and it was unknown whether the remaining seven escaped or were captured by the Song family.

What made Wang Yuesong feel even more desperate was that most of the nearly 1,000 disciples who went into battle were killed.

These are the elite members of the Lieyang Sect, and they are the foundation of their presence in Yangzhou.

just now……

All gone.

In the current situation, let alone dominating Yangzhou, not to mention having to give up many of their industries outside, they even have to prevent their affiliated forces from defecting, just like the Song family did when they lost the Purple Mansion cultivator.

No, it’s even worse than the Song family. At least the Song family’s foundation is still intact.

On the other hand, although the Lieyang Sect still has a Purple Mansion cultivator, he has a broken arm and is seriously injured and has not yet recovered, so he has no deterrent power at all.

The remaining disciples under the sect, apart from a few very old foundation-building cultivators, are new generation disciples who are not yet adults. It would be impossible for them to recover without one or two hundred years.

Faced with this devastating outcome, Wang Yuesong felt his eyes go dark and he almost fainted on the spot.

But he still took a deep breath and issued several crucial orders.

"Only a few of us know about the sect's tragic defeat. You must block the news immediately. Remember, don't even tell the sect's disciples.

In addition, all disciples who are outside must be recalled, no matter where they are, and must return as quickly as possible to protect the sect.

Abandon all the sect's industries outside the sect, take away the resources that can be brought back, and destroy all the resources that cannot be taken away. Remember, you must be quick and secretive, without any hesitation, and you must withdraw to the sect before others react... cough cough cough."

Speaking of this, Wang Yuesong became a little excited and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, which made the elders around him feel distressed.

In the current situation, Wang Yuesong is their backbone. If he falls, Lieyang Sect will be really finished.

"Great Elder, please take a rest first."

Wang Yuesong shook his head slightly and said weakly: "Time waits for no one. There are too many people coveting the sect. There is no time to rest. We must race against time.

Slowly shrink the sect's power. Except for the main peak, everything else can be temporarily abandoned. Everyone, just hang on. The sect's hundreds of years of foundation cannot be destroyed in our hands."

Several old men looked at each other and finally nodded helplessly.

The Lieyang Sect was in a gloomy mood, and the Rong family was not much better off. Although Rong Mingtao luckily survived, his origin was severely damaged, and his internal organs were invaded by the bloody evil energy. It seemed that he would not live for many years.

After learning that all his clansmen in Lingzhou were wiped out, Rong Mingtao was so angry that he fainted, leaving the young clan leader Rong Shaoyuan struggling to deal with the mess he left behind.

Compared to Wang Yuesong's experience and decisiveness, Rong Shaoyuan was obviously much more immature. Due to improper handling, the news of the family's disastrous defeat soon leaked out.

For a time, the whole Rong family was in a panic, and the various foundation-building forces in Xiangzhou were ready to make a move.

This phenomenon soon spread to Yangzhou. Although it seemed calm on the surface, there were undercurrents in the background. The exchanges between the foundation-building forces suddenly became frequent.

They were just sneaking around at first, but when they saw that Lieyang Sect didn't react, they gradually became bolder, and in the end they even held a blatant meeting to discuss how to embezzle Lieyang Sect's assets.

Wang Yuesong saw their actions but was unable to stop them.

If one wants to break these people's delusions and make them behave themselves, the best way at the moment is to let Zhang Hongguang go and kill them.

A severely injured Purple Mansion cultivator is still a Purple Mansion cultivator. As long as the ones who jump the most happily are killed, the rest will naturally submit.

After some time, Zhang Hongguang will recover from his injuries, and Lieyang Sect will still be the overlord of Yangzhou.

Unfortunately, Zhang Hongguang was only concerned about his own path, and flatly refused after hearing his suggestion. Wang Yuesong's persuasion was futile, and he could only watch those people conspire under his nose.

"The foundation of our ancestors was destroyed by the hands of rats!" Wang Yuesong punched the wall, feeling unwilling and powerless...

Just when Yangzhou and Xiangzhou were in chaos, Song Xianming and Zui Weng, who knew nothing about the matter, had already hurried to the location where Song Changsheng had sent the news.

The scene was in a mess, and the magic power of several people still lingered in the air.

"It's the breath of Sheng'er and He Tai. They fought here!" Song Xianming's face was gloomy. No one was more familiar with the breath of these two people than him.

"Don't be anxious, Brother Song. I see that the fighting here is not very intense, which means that Brother Song is not entangled and must have broken through. He is a lucky man and will surely be able to overcome the danger." Zui Weng comforted him hurriedly.

"I hope it's as you said. I see traces of fighting over there too. Let's catch up and take a look."

Song Xianming couldn't hide the worry on his face and pointed in the direction where the traces were spreading.

"it is good."

The two were just about to set off when they saw two streaks of light passing by in the sky and stopping not far from them, revealing two slightly embarrassed figures, who were Bai Zhengchun and Shen Qingxiu.

"It's you." Bai Zhengchun narrowed his eyes slightly, and a chill emanated from his body.

"Friend Bai." Song Changsheng accepted his gaze calmly without showing any special emotions.

Zui Weng was well aware of the grudges between these people, and when he saw this, he quickly stepped out to smooth things over and said, "Why are you in such a mess? Did you get attacked?"

Shen Qingxiu sighed and said, "After receiving Changsheng's message for help, Second Senior Brother guessed that there was a problem with the space teleportation array.

So the two of us took the Song family's space teleportation array and rushed over. As Second Senior Brother had expected, someone used the power of a Jindan Zhenren level to set up a blockade, and we were forced back halfway through the teleportation.

They also set up a [Four Evil Prisoners] there, and we were caught off guard and trapped inside. We were in a hurry to break the formation, so we got ourselves into a bit of a mess."

After listening to her narration, the doubts in Song Xianming's heart were finally answered, but it also made him more worried about Song Changsheng's situation. The other party had set up such a big move, which showed that they were determined to win. Could Song Changsheng survive?
Seeing his heavy face, Shen Qingxiu quickly comforted him, "Since Changsheng sent the message here, it means he has already broken out. Don't worry for now, fellow Taoist.

By the way, you may not know that when Changsheng broke through the Purple Mansion, a vision appeared. Those who have the Purple Mansion vision are all blessed with great fortune. Changsheng will be fine. "Hearing this, Song Xianming's eyes suddenly lit up. He knew that Song Changsheng had several powerful magic weapons on him, and now he has comprehended his innate magical powers. As long as he is not entangled, he should have no problem protecting himself.

"Hey, instead of guessing here, you might as well catch up and take a look. If you delay too long, the guy will be dead." The drunkard said with a glare.

Several people woke up as if from a dream and quickly followed the traces of the battle.

Bai Zhengchun rode so fast that he left the others far behind. It took him just over two hours to reach the place where Song Changsheng and He Tai and others had their decisive battle.

Looking at the tragic scene around him, he frowned deeply.

The majestic power of his spiritual consciousness spread out like an overwhelming force, and soon he found He Tai, whose head and body were separated, in a pile of rocks.

After checking the sword energy remaining in his wound, Bai Zhengchun concluded that it was the work of Song Changsheng.

He searched the surroundings again and found another pool of dark red blood, which was also Song Changsheng's.

He jumped into the air, closed his eyes and felt it carefully. After a while, Bai Zhengchun's brows slightly frowned.

"The auras of at least four Purple Mansion cultivators also contain a powerful bloody aura, an inexplicable destructive force, and... a faint demonic aura." Bai Zhengchun murmured softly, with a hint of murderous intent flashing between his brows.

From the very beginning, he felt that this ambush was very strange. He originally thought that some people from the Jinwu Sect had acted without caring about their reputation, but he did not expect that there was actually the shadow of someone from the evil sect.

In the Da Qi cultivation world, only the Blood Demon Cult is suspected to have Jindan-level demon cultivators. In other words, He Tai or Rong Mingtao are suspected of colluding with the Blood Demon Cult.

But why would the Blood Demon Cult attack Song Changsheng? This was something he couldn't understand.

"Is it because of the treasure?" Bai Zhengchun had some guesses in his mind, but they seemed a little unreasonable.

Putting his doubts in his heart for the time being, Bai Zhengchun began to look for more clues around him.

Based on the traces at the scene, he was able to determine that this was the place where the final battle took place.

There is no way to tell whether Song Changsheng is dead or alive, escaped or captured.

Suddenly, his eyes focused and he picked up a small piece of magic weapon fragment from the ground.

"Is this... a magic weapon for longevity?"

He had an impression of this magic weapon. It originally belonged to the eighth judge of the Thunder King Palace. After the judge was killed by him, this magic weapon fell into the hands of Song Changsheng. He did not expect that it was destroyed at this moment.

At this moment, he finally understood where the extremely violent aura of destruction in the air came from. It must have been caused by the self-detonation of this magic weapon.

The reason why it was determined to be a self-destruction was that with the strength of the people fighting, it was impossible to destroy a magic weapon, so it could only be that Song Changsheng self-destructed the magic weapon.

The magic weapon is connected to the cultivator's qi, so even if it is damaged, it will cause backlash, let alone self-destruction.

Since Song Changsheng chose to self-destruct his magic weapon, it meant that the situation must have become extremely critical, and he had to choose this method to make a last-ditch effort.

"So, where did you go? Did you escape, or were you captured?" Bai Zhengchun narrowed his eyes and clenched the fragments of the magic weapon in his hand.

At this time, Song Xianming and others also caught up.

Bai Zhengchun described his discovery to everyone with a serious face.

When he heard the news of He Tai's death, Song Xianming's face suddenly showed a hint of joy, but after hearing that someone from the evil sect was involved and that Song Changsheng might use his magic weapon to fight the enemy, his heart sank.

"Try and see if you can contact him." Shen Qingxiu turned his gaze to Song Xianming.

Song Xianming shook his head painfully when he heard this. He had tried all along the way but couldn't get in touch at all. But the good news was that news came from the family that Song Changsheng's soul lamp was just a little dim and his life was not in danger.

For a moment, the atmosphere fell into silence.

Suddenly, Song Xianming bowed to everyone and said in a deep voice: "I would like to thank you all for your help today on behalf of my poor grandson. The Song family will definitely remember your kindness. Let's say goodbye now."

Seeing that he looked unhappy, the drunkard asked hurriedly, "Where are you going, Taoist friend?"

"Although He Tai is dead, Rong Mingtao is still alive. I am going to Xiangzhou to ask for the whereabouts of my grandson."

"What if they don't cooperate?"

Hearing this, a fierce light flashed in Song Xianming's eyes, and he said coldly: "Then I will use the power of my entire clan to first destroy the Xiangzhou Rong family, and then massacre the Lieyang Sect. I don't believe that I can't find someone!"

Now the Rong family and the Lieyang Sect have suffered heavy losses. If Song Xianming is determined to fight them to the death, he may really be able to destroy these two families, but the ending of the Song family will definitely not be much better afterwards.

Obviously, the recent series of experiences have completely angered Song Xianming, and he has begun to act without considering the consequences.

"Fellow Daoist Song, calm down. Little Brother Song may not have fallen into their hands. Maybe he has escaped into the mountains..."

Before Zui Weng could finish his words of consolation, Bai Zhengchun interrupted him directly, looked at Song Xianming with a cold expression and said: "This is not the Song family's business. Changsheng is also a disciple of Luoxia City. I will go to Xiangzhou with you to ask for help!"

His words were like the cold wind in December, making everyone feel a chill to the bones.

The man in front of him was known as the "Bloody Shura" a hundred years ago. He killed people everywhere and was fearless. He came in person to ask for people. If the Rong family dared not to cooperate, he would really kill everyone in the Rong family.

Suddenly, Shen Qingxiu frowned, looked somewhere, and shouted, "Who is it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Qingxiu's figure disappeared, and soon reappeared not far away, but in her hand there was a small animal shaped like a pangolin.

The little beast was obviously born with intelligence. It sensed the dangerous aura of the people and begged with its body trembling, "Please spare my life, Immortals. I have never done anything against the will of heaven and earth since I started practicing. Please spare my life, Immortals."

"It's only at the second level, but it has already refined its transverse bone and developed intelligence. It's quite extraordinary. But why did you catch it?" Zui Weng asked in confusion.

"I just sensed a peeping sensation and thought someone was ambushing me. I didn't expect to catch it. I think it should be able to tell us something."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

Feeling everyone's gaze, the little beast trembled immediately.

...(End of chapter)