Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

"what is that!"

Song Qingyun narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "It looks like a person."

"Could it be that this guy set up the barrier?"

"It is very likely. The aura emanating from him is very strong. Everyone please be careful." Song Qingyun clenched the spear in his hand, his lacquered eyes full of vigilance.

"Shh-"

The flowing light poured onto the ground like the Milky Way, illuminating the originally dark night sky and causing the three people to subconsciously close their eyes.

After a few breaths, the light gradually dissipated, revealing a majestic figure.

Song Qingyun looked around and saw a young man wearing a green gown. Probably due to years of washing, many parts of the gown had turned white, and the cuffs and hem were even a little torn.

His jaw was covered with stiff stubble, his eyes were wrapped in a pitch-black ribbon, and beneath his bronze skin were towering muscles, full of explosive power.

The other person just stood there quietly, like a majestic mountain.

He simply ignored Song Qingyun and the other two, and instead bent down and reached his arm, which was thicker than a bowl, into the crack in front of him. Then, under the gaze of Song Qingyun and the other two, he took out a crystal clear ice coffin from it.

Wisps of white mist emanated from the surface of the ice coffin. The raindrops in the air turned into ice particles before they got close, and fell down with a clinking sound. Soon, a thick layer of ice formed under the feet of the mysterious man.

This cold air was exactly the same as the white fog before, but it was several times more terrifying than that. Even at a distance of dozens of feet, Song Qingyun and others could feel the chill that penetrated deep into their bones.

This level of icy air is enough to freeze a person into an ice sculpture.

But the mysterious man was not affected at all. He put it directly on his back, then took out a black chain and tied the ice coffin tightly.

The iron chains made a rattling sound, and Song Qingyuan and Song Qinghong also felt a chill in their hearts.

"Foundation-building monk, it's over, we are finished..."

At this moment, Song Qingyuan was already somewhat at a loss, his voice couldn't stop trembling, and Song Qinghong's face beside him also turned extremely pale.

There is a huge gap between Qi-cultivating cultivators and foundation-building cultivators, and the gap between them cannot be easily reversed.

"He... he is walking towards us. Qingyun, what should we do now?" Song Qinghong asked in a trembling voice.

Hearing this, even Song Qingyuan subconsciously looked at Song Qingyun. Unknowingly, he had become the backbone of this small team.

Song Qingyun pursed his lips and said nothing, but his left hand tightly grasped a black bag hanging around his waist.

"Da da da……"

The mysterious man carrying the ice coffin walked on the dirty rain water on the ground, approaching the three people step by step. Everywhere he passed was corroded by the cold air and frozen by ice.

A strong sense of oppression came over me, which was frightening.

Just as they were in panic, a bright sword light whizzed in from the sky and shattered the barrier covering Dalius Village.

A clear voice came from the horizon, "My fellow Taoist, the younger generation in our clan is ignorant, please forgive me if I have offended you."

Hearing the voice, the mysterious man suddenly stopped and turned to look at the entrance of the village. He saw a slender figure standing on the crown of a big willow tree with a sword in his hand, and his whole body was surrounded by sharp sword energy.

The moment they saw that figure, Song Qinghong and Song Qingyuan's eyes suddenly burst into joy.

"Brother Qingqian!"

Song Qingqian nodded slightly to them, signaling them to be patient, and then he landed in front of the mysterious man on his sword, bowed and said, "I am Song Qingqian of the Wangyue Song Clan. May I know the name of this Taoist friend?"

The mysterious man tilted his head stiffly and did not answer his question.

Song Qingqian's face flashed with embarrassment, but he quickly adjusted himself and pointed at the headless body of the silkworm soul not far away and said, "Daoyou, do you know this person?"

The mysterious man shook his head imperceptibly.

"Does what happened here have anything to do with you, fellow Taoist?" Song Qingqian pointed at the corpses of those "villagers" and asked.

The mysterious man shook his head again.

Seeing this, Song Qingqian's expression eased a little: "Did my brothers and sisters offend you? If so, I apologize to you on their behalf."

The mysterious man turned his head and looked at them, still shaking his head.

He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but Song Qingyun always felt that the mysterious man had just glanced at him, which made him feel a little creepy.

Song Qingqian narrowed his eyes slightly. After several rounds of negotiations, the mysterious man just shook his head and he didn't get any useful information.

For a moment he was unsure whether the other party was an enemy or a friend.

While he was hesitating, the mysterious man suddenly turned around and walked towards the village entrance. His steps were slow and steady. Each step left a deep depression on the muddy ground, which was then frozen by the cold air emitted from the ice coffin.

Just like that, the mysterious man left Daliusi Village as if no one was around. Song Qingqian's expression changed several times, but in the end he did not take action and let him go.

"How are you? Are you okay?" Song Qingqian came to Song Qingyun and others and asked with concern.

"Brother, why don't you take down that guy? The ice coffin on him is obviously not an ordinary item." Song Qingyuan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked.

Song Qingqian glanced at him and patiently explained, "Although we haven't fought, that person's strength is definitely above mine. Once we fight, I can only barely protect myself, and your situation will be dangerous."

"But...if we just let him go, what if...what if he is in cahoots with this guy?"

"If he was in cahoots with this guy, you wouldn't be standing here talking to me right now. He should be here for the ice coffin."

Hearing this, Song Qinghong said thoughtfully: "Speaking of the ice coffin, the cold air underground seems to be gone. Could it be that the cold power is not caused by the cold veins, but the ice coffin?"

“If my guess is correct, there should be some ruins left by a powerful person under this village.

Qinghong, you take care of Qingyuan's injuries, Qingyun, you collect all the corpses here and burn them with fire, I will go down to investigate."

After saying that, Song Qingqian jumped towards the huge crack on the ground.

"Come on, go over there, I'll take a look at the wound."

As he spoke, Song Qinghong supported Song Qingyuan and walked towards a dilapidated farmhouse nearby.

Only after seeing everyone leave did Song Qingyun loosen his clenched left hand.

A dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded beside Song Qingyun's ears: "Yun boy, why didn't you let me out just now? I'm not afraid of Qian boy who can't beat the man carrying the coffin. I can kill him with one claw."

Song Qingyun smiled helplessly and said, "Uncle Jin Xuan, didn't we agree before we went down the mountain that I would complete the family trial on my own? If I ask you to do it, then what's the point of the trial?
Besides, once you show up, my identity will be exposed. How will Qinghong and Qingyuan look at me then?

I don't want them to think that I'm a parasite who only knows how to rely on my father."

"I finally got down from the mountain. You can't let me stay here, right? Let me out. I'll go teach that kid a lesson."

Song Qingyun frowned and said, "My brothers have already let him go. If we provoke him again, wouldn't that just make enemies for our family?"

"Silly boy, you are a human and I am a beast, who would have thought that I was sent out by you?
Besides, don’t you believe in my strength? Qian is just pretending to be nice to him because he is not strong enough. If I kill him directly, it won’t count as making an enemy, right?” Jin Xuan said with a look of regret. “This…”

Seeing that Song Qingyun was still hesitating, Jin Xuan suddenly came up with an idea and said righteously: "Young man Yun, you have to think it over. That guy is not a good person at first glance. He is carrying a coffin around. I don't know how many mortals will suffer."

"Uncle Jin Xuan, I know you want to go out for some fresh air, but this is inappropriate. The family will handle this matter, so you'd better not join in the fun."

"Why, aren't you curious about what's in that ice coffin?" Jin Xuan continued to coax him.

"Is there something in the ice coffin?"

"Well... that's my guess, but think about it, a coffin suddenly appeared underground, how could there be nothing there?" Jin Xuan continued to persuade him.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingyun's face immediately revealed an excited look.

After all, he was a young man with a strong curiosity. After being tempted by Jin Xuan, he couldn't control himself.

Seeing this, Jin Xuan was immediately delighted and quickly said, "Hey, I'll be back soon."

After that, a brilliant golden light shot out from the bag on Song Qingyun's waist and followed the direction where the coffin bearer left...

Song Qingyun watched Jin Xuan leave without much worry in his heart. Its bloodline was pure and its strength had increased rapidly over the years. It had already reached the upper level of the second rank, which was equivalent to the cultivation level of a human cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

Even if he is defeated by the mysterious man carrying the coffin, escaping safely should not be a problem.

Thinking of this, he felt relieved and began to deal with the bodies on the ground.

When he had dealt with all the corpses on the ground, Song Qingqian also ended his exploration.

"There is indeed a cave ruin below, and there is still cold energy inside, but there is nothing else except the ice coffin. I don't know which senior left it behind."

"I will report this to the clan and ask them to send people to conduct a more detailed exploration. If there are any discoveries, according to clan rules, you can get spirit stones or clan contribution points equivalent to 30% of its total value."

"Thank you, brother." Song Qingyun and others quickly responded.

Thirty percent may not sound like much, but it is actually very good. After all, the family has contributed the most, and they just need to sit back and reap the benefits.

If you want to get the biggest share, you can also choose to explore on your own, and bear all the opportunities and risks yourself.

Or you can choose to explore with the people sent by your family, and then you only need to hand over 50% of your gains.

After finishing the matters in Daliusi Village, Song Qingyun and others first took the two cultivators of the Chen family who had died to the Chen family. After handing the bodies over to them, they returned to the family with the head of the silkworm soul to report.

On the night they returned to their family, Jin Xuan also returned at night.

In Song Changsheng's courtyard, the golden black dog, which had shrunk to the size of a palm, lay stealthily beside the water tank and called softly, "Yun boy, Yun boy."

Song Qingyun, who was sitting cross-legged under the sycamore tree, opened his eyes upon hearing this. Looking at Jin Xuan, who looked like a thief with a guilty conscience, he couldn't help but find it a little funny: "Come here, why are you acting like a thief?"

"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down."

Jin Xuan looked around and asked softly, "Aunt Xue isn't here, right?"

"Grandma went to the winemaking workshop early in the morning. It was said that she made a new discovery and she hasn't come back yet."

Song Qingyun felt more and more puzzled. He felt that Jin Xuan became a little strange after he came back from his trip.

"That's fine, that's fine."

A flash of light appeared on Jin Xuan's body, and his true form was revealed. His ten-foot-tall height was extremely oppressive.

It opened its bloody mouth, a fluorescent light flashed slightly, and a fist-sized snow-white round bead was spit out from it.

The moment the round bead appeared, Song Qingyun suddenly felt an extremely cold air blowing towards him, and the temperature around him dropped rapidly.

"This is……"

"I chased the guy carrying the coffin that day, and I caught up with him, but he didn't want to fight me. I said I wanted to see what was inside the coffin, so he opened it.

This bead was poured out from it.”

Song Qingyun walked forward, activated his spiritual power to wrap his palm, took the bead in his hand and looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: "This seems to be a clam pearl, not a magic weapon."

"Clam pearls? No wonder there's a weird smell." Jin Xuan suddenly understood.

"I can't tell the grade, but the value shouldn't be too low."

"Well, it's a bit of a gain."

"It's nothing. Then why are you hiding from grandma like a thief?" Song Qingyun said curiously.

Jin Xuan laughed awkwardly and said, "If Aunt Xue knew that I went down the mountain with you this time, she would definitely stop me from drinking. No, no, no."

"Okay, I won't tell grandma, but I can't hide it from father. This bead has not been refined yet. I need father to refine a magic weapon for me."

"This...then I should go out and hide."

"Hide? Where to hide?"

A calm voice sounded outside the door, which immediately frightened Jin Xuan.

"Father, you are out of seclusion."

A look of surprise appeared on Song Qingyun's face and he saluted quickly.

"After six years of seclusion, Yun'er has grown up. As a father, I feel guilty."

Song Changsheng's face was full of guilt. From childhood to adulthood, the time they had spent together as father and son was very little. When he was in seclusion, Song Qingyun's height was just up to his chest, but now he is almost as tall as him.

Six years...

"Father, your words are too serious. I can understand." Song Qingyun said softly.

Song Changsheng remained silent.

After a long while, Song Changsheng spoke again: "What were you talking about just now? How do you feel about this trial?"

Upon hearing this, Song Qingyun quickly recounted the course of the trial in detail, of course including what Jin Xuan had done.

Jin Xuanshun lowered his head and lay on the side, not daring to speak.

"The coffin carrier?" Song Changsheng whispered softly, with a gleam of light in his eyes...

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(End of this chapter)