Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

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The purple thunder was like an unstoppable spear, piercing Song Changsheng's chest. The electric current spread throughout his body, instantly making veins bulge on his forehead and his eyes bloodshot.

"what--"

Song Changsheng let out an extremely suppressed roar from his throat, and the Purple Mansion Furnace in his body roared, forcing all the thunder power that escaped into his body out of his body, but a horrifying big hole was still left on his chest. The flesh and blood around the wound were carbonized, and his pulsating internal organs could still be vaguely seen.

Soon, the thick leaden clouds slowly dissipated, revealing the blue sky again, and the howling wind also stopped at this moment.

The breath that made Song Changsheng's heart palpitate also disappeared.

Song Changsheng looked down at the big hole in his chest, smiled bitterly, and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

The power of heavenly thunder should not be underestimated. Even though he had made sufficient preparations, Song Changsheng still suffered serious injuries.

In fact, no matter how well prepared Song Changsheng is, he will definitely shed blood today. This is heaven's punishment for him and it cannot be covered up casually.

This time it was only a minor injury, at best a warning.

If there is a next time, it won't be as simple as just making a hole in his chest. It will at least take away half his life.

It can be one or two but not three; the way of heaven is both affectionate and cruel.

If he had to, Song Changsheng didn't want to go through this again...

Just when Song Changsheng was facing the heavenly thunder tribulation, Song Qingyun, who was far away in Cangmang Peak, successfully dispersed all his cultivation under the care of Zhu Yiqun, Song Luyun, Song Qingxing and others, and replaced his cultivation method with "The Great Dream and Heavenly Art".

With the matching mental method, Song Qingyun immediately demonstrated his extraordinary aptitude and made rapid progress. It took him only one day to complete his training and advance to the second level of Qi training.

The most infuriating thing is that Song Qingyun doesn’t need to meditate or even circulate his mental skills to practice. He just needs to find a comfortable place to lie down.

Zhu Yiqun was so envious. He originally thought that he could become stronger just by eating, which was the most comfortable way of training. However, he didn't expect that there is always someone stronger than you.

"The Song family is going to be prosperous." Zhu Yiqun was filled with emotion and suddenly felt that it was not bad to just eat and wait for death here.

Suddenly, a steward from the General Affairs Hall came forward, bowed to him, and said respectfully: "Mr. Zhu, the Clan Leader's Purple Mansion Ceremony is coming soon. The General Affairs Elder hopes that you can personally prepare a few dishes to entertain the elders who will participate in the ceremony."

"I know, I know." Zhu Yiqun waved his hand casually. His position in the Song Corporation was just a cook, and he had already faced the reality...

As time passed, the atmosphere in the Song family became more and more lively, and the invited guests arrived one after another.

Song Luzhou and Xia Yunxue were waiting early at the foot of Cangmang Peak.

The first to arrive was Luoxia City, led by Shen Qingxiu, and accompanied by young disciples including Li Ru, Shen Shishi and others.

Song Changsheng, who had just recovered from his injuries, rushed to the foot of the mountain in person to greet him. As soon as they met, Shen Qingxiu brought him bad news. Xing Zhao, who had been in seclusion before him, failed to break through the Purple Mansion not long ago and died.

Upon hearing the news, Song Changsheng was stunned for a moment.

He still had a good impression of his third senior brother, but he didn't expect that after just a few years of not seeing him, when he heard from him again, he had passed away forever.

"Things in this world are unpredictable. This is Zhaoer's fate." Shen Qingxiu sighed softly.

"Oh... After I finish things here, I will go to pay tribute to my third senior brother. Uncle Shen, Senior Brother Li, and Senior Sister Shen, please." Song Changsheng stretched out his hand to signal everyone to go up the mountain. The atmosphere along the way was a bit depressing.

Although he has experienced life and death so many times, Song Changsheng still cannot see through the matter of life and death.

He knew that in the long years to come, there would be more and more examples like Xing Zhao. Watching familiar people fall behind him one by one, until there was no one left, this was the price to pay for pursuing immortality.

After settling them down, Song Changsheng pulled Li Ru out alone and asked, "Senior Brother Li, is there any news about Yuechan?"

Because of Zhuang Yuechan's brave behavior in the Dingyuan City arena, the relationship between them is already known to everyone.

Hearing this, Li Ru smiled and said, "You must have missed her a lot after not seeing her for so many years, right?

Don't worry, although Junior Sister Yuechan is going to Gusu's cultivation world for training for the first time, she has many treasures given by the master for self-defense, so her safety is guaranteed.

Once she breaks through the bottleneck, she will come back. When that happens, I will let her come to see you first, so that you two can have a good reunion as a couple."

Song Changsheng couldn't help but blush, and said with a cupped hand: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

"It's a small matter. I also hope that you and Junior Sister Yuechan can achieve a happy ending. By then, our relationship will be even closer."

"Clan leader, the Jinwu Sect's ancestor Xia is here." At this time, Song Qingqian walked over and said with a strange expression.

"Ancestor Xia of the Jinwu Sect?" Song Changsheng was stunned.

"Doesn't the Jinwu Sect only have three ancestors, Su, Chen, and Bai? When did they have an ancestor, Xia?"

"Hahaha, Junior Brother Song, have you forgotten that Master Su Ding has a direct disciple? You have met her more than once." Li Ru laughed and awakened Song Changsheng.

"It turned out to be her." A beautiful figure that was colder than the black ice immediately appeared in Song Changsheng's mind.

In terms of seniority, he is indeed worthy of the title of ancestor. After all, Master Su Ding is a living fossil of the Da Qi cultivation world. All the cultivators of the same era as him, except for those who have higher cultivation than him, have already passed away.

As the only direct disciple currently under his tutelage, Xia Qingxue's seniority is incredibly high. Even Chen Zhongzhong and Bai Zimo, who are also Jindan Zhenren, are several generations lower than her.

"Why is she here?" Song Changsheng wondered.

Submitting the invitation to the Jinwu Sect was just a routine procedure. Song Changsheng didn't expect that they would actually send someone to attend his Zifu Ceremony.

After all, they had just destroyed the Lieyang Sect and crippled the Rong family in front of Chen Mingzhao not long ago. These were the only two remaining minions under the Jinwu Sect. It was already good enough that they didn't kill him.

"Junior brother, everyone who comes is a guest. No matter why they come, you must not lose your manners. If they sincerely want to provoke you at your celebration, our Luoxia City will not lose its momentum."

"Brother is right in reminding me."

Song Changsheng nodded and took Song Qingqian straight to the foot of the mountain.

When they arrived, Xia Yunxue had already greeted Xia Qingxue and her group, and the atmosphere at the scene was unexpectedly harmonious.

"Mother." Song Changsheng first bowed to Xia Yunxue, then looked at Xia Qingxue and said, "You all came from afar, and I apologize for not welcoming you."

"It's okay. Just arrange a place for us to stay first." Xia Qingxue's tone was as indifferent as ever. "It's ready. Please."

Song Changsheng personally took them to the guest room. Just as they were about to leave, Xia Qingxue suddenly asked, "Fellow Daoist Song seems very uneasy?"

Hearing this, Song Changsheng turned around and looked at him generously, "Indeed, after all, the relationship between the Song family and your clan... is not really good. Daoist friend is the apple of the eye of Patriarch Su Ding's eye. He came to visit you in person, which made me have to think more."

Having dealt with Xia Qingxue so many times, Song Changsheng knew very well that she was not someone who liked to beat around the bush, so he directly said what he was thinking.

"You worry too much. I'm here just to congratulate you on reaching the Purple Mansion realm, that's all." Xia Qingxue said calmly.

"Of course I believe in Fellow Daoist Xia's character, but some people may not think so." As he spoke, Song Changsheng's gaze turned to a handsome man in purple clothes not far behind Xia Qingxue.

This person was the only Purple Mansion cultivator in the Jinwu Sect's team. He originally thought that he was the protector arranged by the Jinwu Sect for Xia Yunxue, so he didn't pay any attention to him.

But this person was secretly observing him along the way. Although it was very covert, Song Changsheng still sensed it.

Although there was no malice in this person's eyes, it was definitely not kind.

When the man heard this, a slight smile suddenly appeared on his face. He walked slowly to Xia Qingxue's side and bowed to Song Changsheng, saying, "Su Ye from the Jinwu Sect, greetings to Patriarch Song."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Changsheng's heart suddenly shook, and the look in his eyes when he looked at the man changed quietly.

The name Su Ye is very famous.

He is the descendant of the bloodline that Master Su Ding values ​​most. He was famous in Da Qi when he was young and is a strong contender for the future leader of the Jinwu Sect.

More importantly, before Song Changsheng, he was the youngest Purple Mansion cultivator in the Da Qi cultivation world. He was only forty-nine years old when he broke through. Thousands of young disciples regarded him as an idol and a benchmark.

Originally thought that no one could break his record, unexpectedly, after only a few decades, Song Changsheng reached the Purple Mansion at the age of thirty-seven, becoming the youngest Purple Mansion cultivator in the history of the Da Qi cultivation world, twelve years earlier than him.

Although Song Changsheng stole the limelight, it is undeniable that Su Ye is indeed a genius, and even among those Nascent Soul sects, he is the top one.

"I've long heard of your name." Song Changsheng raised his hand to return the salute, but his eyes never left the other person's eyes. His intuition told him that this was a very dangerous person.

"I came here to see fellow Daoist's demeanor with my own eyes. If I have offended you, please forgive me." Su Ye was very well-educated and did not have the condescending attitude of the disciples from the big sects. Instead, he seemed very easy-going.

"You are too polite, fellow Daoist. Please take a rest here. I have arranged for someone outside. You can contact them if you need anything. Song has to go to greet other guests, so I will not accompany you for the time being."

"Fellow Daoist, you can go now." Su Ye said with a smile.

"Song takes his leave."

After Song Changsheng left, Xia Qingxue turned to look at Su Ye and said, "You have already seen the person, what do you think?"

"He is much better than I thought. Although he is young, he is not frivolous. He is well-mannered and neither humble nor overbearing. He is very good.

Life is interesting only when you are an opponent of such a person." Su Ye spoke highly of Song Changsheng.

"You regard him as an opponent?" Xia Qingxue was a little surprised. Normally, Su Ye always looked down upon some geniuses who were famous in the Da Qi cultivation world.

He looks humble and polite, but he is actually a very proud guy.

Su Ye folded his arms and smiled, "Isn't it you? Although you don't say it, you still feel upset about the failure last time.

It is difficult to find a soulmate in one's life, and even rarer is an equal opponent. I am optimistic about him, and he will definitely have a place in the Da Qi cultivation world in the future.

I lost a little this time, but I will definitely win it back next time."

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As the date approached, almost all the prominent forces in the Da Qi cultivation world had arrived. In addition to Luoxia City and Jinwu Sect, there were also Tianmai Sect's elder Jin Rihe, Demon Subduing Hall's master Feng Zhongyi, Huansha Sect's master Hua Ruoxi, Tianjian Sect's master Jian Wuming, Baicao Hall's master Lu Yuming and elder Jiang Shuming.

Yangzhou and Lingzhou were affiliated with the Song family, and Song Yulong's branch was naturally no exception.

Although Song Changsheng said to keep everything simple, the scale was even larger than the one when Song Xianming held the Purple Mansion Ceremony.

The Song family was even more grand and prepared a ceremony of the highest standard, but they simplified the process because they knew that Song Changsheng was not a person who liked trouble.

According to Song Changsheng's instructions, a variety of delicious dishes, fruits and vegetables have been prepared in the square in front of the Soul Lamp Hall.

It also abandoned the world's mainstream separate dining system and adopted a "self-service" format, allowing guests to enjoy food while watching the ceremony. This novel way of dining immediately aroused great interest among everyone.

The surprises did not end there. The dishes prepared by Zhu Yiqun almost made them swallow their tongues. The title of the third-level medicinal food master was not in vain.

Even the Purple Mansion monks would find it beneficial to their health after eating it.

For a moment, it seemed as if they were not there to attend a ceremony, but rather to attend a banquet.

Under the coordination of the Song family elders, the atmosphere of the "banquet" was pushed to a climax.

At noon, Song Changsheng, dressed in formal attire, appeared on the high platform in front of the Soul Lamp Hall, surrounded by a group of elders. The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became solemn.

"Thank you all fellow Taoists for your presence. I am grateful." Song Changsheng bowed and his gentle voice echoed throughout the Cangmang Peak.

Everyone bowed their hands in unison and said in unison: "Congratulations to the Master/Daoyou. May the Master/Daoyou have a prosperous life and live forever!"

After that, Chihuo Old Ghost took Shangguan Yin, Chu Nanfeng and others to step forward first, bowed and said together: "Yangzhou presents 100 kilograms of [Extreme Cold Refined Iron] to congratulate the Master and the Sect Master!"

After these words were spoken, even Feng Zhongyi and other Purple Mansion cultivators looked at him in surprise.

[Extreme Cold Refined Iron] is an extremely precious third-grade spiritual material. One hundred kilograms is enough to refine an excellent third-grade magic weapon.

For a group of foundation-building forces, this is already a huge investment.

Liu Hongye and others followed closely and presented their carefully prepared gifts.

Their performance was just average, and the rest was the highlight.

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ps: I just came back from the hospital. The old man was very ill. I stayed in the hospital with him for a whole day. I took some time to use my mobile phone to code 4,000. Please bear with me. If there are any typos, please point them out and I will correct them tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)