Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

"what happened?"

Hunsha suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing with raging anger, and he wanted to choose someone to devour.

"The Mengzhou branch was breached by Hun Wugui and Xue Ji. The Mengzhou leader Chen Shi died in the battle. All the people in the branch except the followers who were walking outside died in the battle. No one survived.

The captain of Bozhou went to rescue and was also severely injured." The blood-robed man with the evil ghost mask spoke calmly without any fluctuation.

But Hunsha just felt like he was going crazy.

"Hun Wugui! Xue Ji! These two bitches actually dared to show up. Do they really think that I can't do anything to them?" Hun Sha suddenly waved his sleeves, and the gilded low table beside him exploded instantly.

"Evil slave, pass the order down and let the left and right protectors go there in person. I want those two bitches to be destroyed completely!" Hunsha gritted his teeth, anger surging in his chest, ready to burst out at any time.

"Yes, sir!" The evil slave nodded in response and was about to go down to carry out the order when the door of the hall was violently pushed open. A huge group of people rushed in, led by a white-haired old man with a sinister look.

"Mie, what do you want to do?"

Hunsha's expression darkened and he immediately started to question, but he had a bad feeling in his heart.

The white-haired old man stepped forward and angrily shouted, "Hunsha, since you took over the Holy Church, it has not only failed to grow, but has repeatedly suffered heavy losses. The losses in the battle of Fiery Mountain were the largest in hundreds of years.

These two traitors have repeatedly escaped the pursuit of the Holy Church, and now they dare to bite back at the Holy Church. This has never been heard of in the past thousand years. As the leader of the Church, you cannot escape the blame.

Now, in the capacity of the Great Elder of Holy Fire, I, together with the three elders, three protectors, six helmsmen, and twenty-six deacons of the Holy Church, hereby abolish your position as the leader of the Holy Church based on the canons of the Holy Church.

Hunsha, hand over the Holy Fire Token obediently! "

"Yes, hand over the Holy Fire Order. You are no longer worthy of being the leader of the Holy Church!"

"That's right, hand it over!"

Listening to the crowd's condemnation, Hunsha was shaking with anger.

But she was powerless to resist, because more than half of the existing senior leaders in the church stood on her side. According to church rules, the support of more than half of the senior leaders was enough to abolish her position as leader.

Originally, she had far more than half of the people supporting her, but over the years, most of the losses were from her faction, and now, the number of high-level people supporting her is almost gone.

She now only has two choices: either honestly hand over the Holy Fire Order that represents her status as the leader and win a dignified exit.

Or use your powerful strength to shut everyone up.

However, although she was very powerful, it was impossible for her to defeat so many people. After all, she was only a Purple Mansion cultivator.

"Master, what should we do now?" Misa dragged his severely injured body to Hunsha's side and asked softly.

Although Hunsha had beaten him and spoken ill of him, he and Hunsha were now tied to the same rope, and Hunsha's downfall would not be good for him.

It is a routine operation for a new leader to come to power and purge dissidents. Even if he changes sides now, he will be in a difficult situation. It is better for him to follow Hunsha until the end.

"Mie, do you really have to do this to the end?"

“I didn’t want to come to this point, but what you have done since you came to power really chills my heart. If you cooperate with us today, we will never touch you.

If you want to resist stubbornly, don't blame us for offending you!" Mie's long beard stood up like steel needles, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Master, make a quick decision." The evil slave stepped forward and stood in front of Hunsha, emitting a majestic aura.

Hunsha was in a deep struggle at this moment. The current situation was extremely unfavorable to her. If her scattered confidants could be gathered together, she would have a chance to fight with Mie. But in the current situation, resistance was undoubtedly a pipe dream.

But she was unwilling to give up the position of leader just like that.

The two sides were in a stalemate in the hall, and the atmosphere gradually began to solidify.

Mie had gradually lost his patience and led everyone closer and closer to Hunsha.

Just when the distance between the two sides was less than ten feet, Hunsha, who had been silent for a long time, finally made a move.

She raised her hand, and a golden diamond-shaped token appeared in her palm.

The moment he saw the token, Mie's eyes flashed with passion, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and said, "Give it to me."

"I can give you the Holy Fire Order, but I have a condition." Hunsha stared at Mie and said coldly.

Mie only had the Holy Fire Order in his eyes at the moment. Hearing this, he nodded without hesitation and said, "Speak!"

"Don't touch any of my people, otherwise, I will never let you go."

Hearing this request, Mie's expression was somewhat uncertain, and after a long while he reluctantly agreed: "Okay."

"Well, here is the Holy Fire Order for you. You must take it."

There was a hint of teasing in Hunsha's eyes. He stretched out his hand and pushed. The Holy Fire Order immediately turned into a golden light and rushed straight away.

Looking at the golden light rushing towards him, Mie stood still and reached out to capture it.

Seeing him take it so calmly, Hunsha's eyes showed a hint of surprise, but soon returned to normal.

"Evil slave, Mass, let's go."

Hunsha held his hands in front of him and walked out the door with the two of them.

No one dared to stop her and they all retreated. Although Hunsha had abdicated, her majesty was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and no one dared to offend her.

After all, this is a world where strength prevails. Hunsha's strength is enough for her to maintain her lofty status even after her abdication.

The moment he stepped over the threshold, Hunsha turned his head indifferently and said coldly: "Mie, I am looking forward to your performance."

"Hmph, I won't let you down." A trace of contempt flashed across Mie's eyes. At this moment, he was ambitious and full of confidence. In his eyes, Hunsha was just a loser.

"Oh, I'll wait and see."

Hunsha smiled coldly and strode out of the hall.

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"Clan leader, when are you free to go to Fengyu Palace?" Inside the General Affairs Palace, a deacon looked at Song Changsheng with resentment and said.

Song Changsheng personally took charge of Fengyu Hall, but he had not been there for a long time. All matters, big and small, were handled by a group of deacons, which caused a lot of inconvenience over time.

"Uh... hehe... I'm busy with work, don't worry, uncle. I have some time today. Let's go and take a look. Let's go and take a look."

Song Changsheng smiled awkwardly. He was indeed very busy during this period and had indeed been a little negligent in Fengyu Palace.

Following the deacon, he came to the back mountain. Originally, it was a barren mountain without spiritual veins. After the expansion of the Wind Whispering Palace, the number of people increased day by day, so Song Luzhou decided to move a second-level spiritual vein to the back mountain and make the back mountain the talent training base of the Wind Whispering Palace. Song Changsheng's first stop was the martial arts field on the top of the mountain.

This martial arts arena is extremely spacious. It was formed by Song Xianming cutting off the top of a mountain with his sword.

At this moment, nearly a hundred disciples of the Wind Whisper Hall were studying magic in groups of two or three in the martial arts field.

The steward accompanied Song Changsheng and pointed at the disciples around him and said, "These are the disciples who were selected to join the temple last year and this year. They are between eight and thirteen years old, and their ancestral homes are all in Yangzhou.

Targeting them, the temple has formulated a series of training plans, which are directly aimed at the underage monks in the family.

They practiced for one hour in the morning and studied ancient Chinese literature for one hour. In the afternoon they practiced magic in the martial arts field. In the evening they had free time, which was entirely at their own disposal. They could practice or rest.

After they become adults, they will be assigned to different places based on their overall performance, and targeted training will be provided at that time.”

"Well, they are all good seedlings. They must be trained well. The family's future intelligence network depends on them." Song Changsheng nodded with satisfaction.

He also has to thank the Lieyang Sect for leaving him such a large population base, the quality of which is top-notch.

Song Changsheng was walking in the martial arts field with his hands behind his back, and a little girl with a high ponytail caught his attention.

"Uncle, what's the girl's name?"

The deacon glanced at her and said with a smile, "Her name is Jiang Ling. She is one of the first disciples to enter the Wind Language Hall. She is nine years old this year. She has dual spiritual roots of water and wood. Her water spiritual root has reached eight inches. She is the most talented that year.

After one year in the palace, she has been among the best in all aspects of her studies, and is particularly good at body movements. "

"Eight inches?" Song Changsheng's eyes lit up. He was indeed a rare talent, whose talent was much higher than his.

"I heard that there was a pair of twins that year, both with dual spiritual roots?" Song Changsheng's interest grew.

"Yes, clan leader, look over there, they are the two brothers, the eldest is named Qin Ze, the second is named Qin Yu, one has dual spiritual roots of gold and water, the other has dual spiritual roots of gold and fire.

The two brothers performed very well. Qin Ze had an excellent memory and a strong comprehension. He was very fast in learning ancient Chinese and various classics.

Qin Yu was a little worse in this aspect, but he practiced magic very quickly and liked to study some combat skills. Qin Yu always won in every actual combat between the two brothers.

Although he would teach Qin Ze his skills after each victory, he would often come up with something new the next time they competed. "

"Interesting. It seems that this first session produced many talented people. Didn't the second session just take place this year? Are there any talents who can compare with them?" Song Changsheng said in amazement.

"Of course there are. Chief, please look at the tall man in the southeast corner. His name is Wu Chi. He is only eight years old this year, but he is the tallest and largest among them.

He is a cultivator with the three spiritual roots of gold, water and fire. His achievements in magic are not outstanding, but he is very suitable for body training. He performs strength and endurance training every day and takes spiritual medicines and the flesh and blood of monsters to increase blood. After more than a year, he has seen initial results.

There is also Song Xue, who is nine years old this year. She is a cultivator with dual spiritual roots of gold and earth, and is good at music. We will also ask Elder Changxue to teach her music from time to time."

The deacon knew everyone here well, and after walking around, Song Changsheng also had a general idea.

No matter whether it is Jiang Ling or the Qin Ze brothers, these disciples with outstanding talents and performances will most likely enter the Shadow Hall in the future.

After breaking through the foundation, he will become a true family shadow guard.

While Song Changsheng was observing them, the disciples in the martial arts arena were also secretly looking at him.

"Hey, Aze, who do you think that person is? He's been wandering around here, and Deacon Song has been with him the whole time." Qin Yu said softly while looking at Qin Ze while stretching his muscles.

Qin Ze glanced at him and said seriously: "I am your eldest brother, don't be disrespectful."

Hearing this, Qin Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "What do you mean by big brother or not? You are only a quarter of an hour older than me.

Hey, let me ask you a question. Who do you think he is? Is he some elder?"

"I'm afraid it's not just the elders. All cultivators exude a kind of aura. The aura of this one is different from those of the Chuan Gong Elder and the Chang Xue Elder. It makes people feel... very comfortable." Qin Ze looked at the direction where Song Changsheng was standing, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Not an elder? Could it be the clan leader? Hey, I've been here for more than a year and haven't seen the clan leader yet." Qin Yu's eyes suddenly lit up and he couldn't wait to get closer.

Fortunately, Qin Ze had foresight and pulled him back, saying seriously, "Whether he is the clan leader or not, it is not something you and I can offend."

Seeing Qin Ze's serious look, Qin Yu suddenly became like an eggplant hit by frost - wilted.

On the other side, Jiang Ling was also secretly looking at Song Changsheng.

Unlike the brothers Qin Ze and Qin Yu, she recognized Song Changsheng's identity early on.

She had very complicated emotions towards Song Changsheng.

Her uncle was once a disciple of the Lieyang Sect and died at the hands of the Song family.

She was still young at the time and had only some vague memories of that uncle, but she vaguely remembered that the uncle loved her very much.

Logically speaking, she should hate the Song family.

But her parents always taught her that this was the fate of a monk and that it was normal, and asked her to forget the hatred.

Later, she participated in the Ascension Conference and entered the Song family for training. The elders and deacons of the Song family treated her very well and even took her family in, providing them with food, clothing and shelter.

Seeing her father and mother's grateful looks, Jiang Ling was confused. She didn't know what she should do.

Revenge?
My uncle's memory has become increasingly vague, so it's not necessarily true that he has any hatred towards the Song family.

Are you grateful?
She seemed to be grateful. After all, she enjoyed excellent cultivation resources in the Song family, and her parents also benefited from it.

However, she could not forget what happened to her uncle.

Just when Jiang Ling was confused, Wu Chi walked in front of her. His tower-like figure was extremely oppressive.

Jiang Ling frowned slightly and said unhappily, "Get out of the way."

"I heard that you are very strong. I love sparring with strong people the most." Wu Chi scratched his head and said with a simple face.

"You are thick-skinned and tough, who wants to fight with you?" Jiang Ling rolled her eyes. Everyone present knew that this guy was a tough guy who could not be hurt even if hit. Only a crazy person would choose to fight with him.

"Don't want to spar? Then I challenge you. Deacon Song said that no one can refuse a challenge, hehe."

Seeing Wu Chi's silly smile, Jiang Ling couldn't help but put her hand on her forehead and hooked her finger unhappily, saying, "Come on, don't cry if you lose later."

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ps: My two nephews are here, so my typing speed has been greatly affected. Children are really the most evil creatures in the world.

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