Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

As he was speaking, a disciple from Luoxia City came to report that all the sect leaders had arrived at the meeting hall and asked the city lord to go in for the meeting.

"You're here? Let's go together."

When the two arrived at the meeting hall, several extraordinary figures were already waiting in the hall.

Song Changsheng followed behind Mu Guibai and when he looked carefully, he found several familiar faces.

"We are waiting to see the real person!"

Everyone bowed and saluted.

"No need to be polite, please take a seat." Mu Guibai smiled gently, then sat down in the main seat. Song Changsheng was about to find a corner to sit down, but Mu Guibai gestured for him to sit next to him.

His action seemed quite unusual in the eyes of everyone.

"Sheng'er, let me introduce you.

Mu Guibai first pointed to the white-haired old man sitting at the first seat on the left and said, "This is the current leader of the Jinwu Sect, Cheng Muqiu."

"Junior has met Master Tianjun."

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Zixu." Cheng Muchu bowed slightly in return, his attitude seeming a little cold.

Song Changsheng didn't take it seriously. Although there were no major conflicts between him and the Jinwu Sect, there were constant small contradictions. He had just half-crippled Chiyu a few days ago. As the leader of the Jinwu Sect, Cheng Muchu naturally couldn't give him a good face.

"This is the current leader of the Tianmai Sect, Zhao Di."

"Greetings, Master Chengjun."

"Fellow Daoist Zixu has been famous for many years. After meeting him today, I can see that he is indeed a young talent, extraordinary."

Compared to Cheng Muchu, Zhao Di's attitude seemed much kinder, and he didn't know if it was Song Changsheng's illusion, but he felt that everyone in the Tianmai Sect seemed very kind to him.

Although Su Ding was very kind to him, Song Changsheng knew why Su Ding did that, but he didn't know what the situation was with the Tianmai Sect.

As the saying goes, one should not hit a smiling person. Song Changsheng said modestly, "Senior, you are too kind."

"Sheng'er, this is the master of the Demon Subduing Hall. You have met him before, so I won't introduce him in detail."

Feng Zhongyi was indeed an old acquaintance, and Song Changsheng took the initiative to greet him and said, "Palace Master Feng, we meet again. How are you these days?"

"If it weren't for the Haoran Alliance incident, I would still be fine." Feng Zhongyi shook his head with a wry smile. The Demon Subduing Hall had limited energy, and dealing with the Blood Demon Cult was already a difficult task. Who would have known that an even more dangerous Haoran Alliance would emerge.

While he was complaining, Song Changsheng didn't know how to respond, so he had to turn his gaze to the last figure present, who was also an old acquaintance, the current chief elder of Baicaotang, Jiang Shuming.

The two of them bowed to each other, and by now, they had become familiar to everyone.

"Why are Sect Master Hua and Sect Master Jian not here?" Song Changsheng felt a little confused. He originally thought that it was an internal meeting of the three major Jindan sects, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Perhaps seeing his inner doubts, Mu Guibai explained in a low voice: "The Haoran Alliance is omnipresent. Except for the necessary people, the number of participants should be as few as possible."

After hearing this, Song Changsheng understood that the word "necessary" needs to be emphasized.

Not to mention the three major Jindan sects, these are the absolute main force.

Baicaotang plays a logistical role. After all, once a war breaks out, the scale will definitely not be small. There will be a huge demand for doctors, alchemists, and elixirs, and only Baicaotang can meet the demand.

After all, they have an irreconcilable feud with the Haoran Alliance, and they will probably do their best to take back the [Heavenly Fire Cauldron].

The Demon-Suppressing Hall was built as a safeguard to deal with possible evil spirits.

There is a high probability that they are fighting in the ancient battlefield controlled by the Haoran Alliance. The ancient battlefield was the battlefield where the major immortal dynasties fought tens of thousands of years ago. No one knows how many people have died there. It is the easiest place to breed all kinds of evil spirits. When it comes to dealing with these things, no one is better than the Demon Subduing Palace.

"Master, the Second City Lord has already told us the general situation, but some things are still unclear. We need more detailed information." Cheng Muchu stood up and said.

"You are all here for this very purpose. Wait and see."

Mu Guibai just flicked his hand lightly in the air, and a detailed map appeared out of thin air.

"According to the memories of the Nine Dispersed People, we have been able to determine that the ancient battlefield controlled by the Haoran Alliance is called the Blood Ruins Realm, located in Bozhou in the north of Da Qi, which is right here."

As he spoke, Mu Guibai stretched out his hand and tapped a certain location on the map, and that area immediately turned red.

"Blood Ruins Realm? Could it be the place where the decisive battle between the Dalulu Immortal Dynasty and the Dalqi Immortal Dynasty took place thirty thousand years ago?" Zhao Di said thoughtfully, twisting his gray beard lightly.

Mu Guibai nodded slightly and said, "Yes, in order to fight for the ownership of the three states of He, Bo, and Meng, the two dynasties chose the Blood Ruins Small World as the battlefield.

The two sides fought dozens of battles of varying sizes, which lasted for nearly a hundred years, with more than 100,000 participants. Among them, there were no less than twenty major battles at the Jindan level alone.

At the end of the battle, the space tunnel collapsed and both sides perished. The two great dynasties declined from prosperity and were eventually destroyed in that catastrophe of heaven and earth."

"This Fairy Lingmou is really lucky. Countless people searched for the Blood Ruins Realm but found nothing, but she actually found it."

Everyone looked excited, the ancient battlefield represented not only killing and desolation, but also treasures and opportunities. The words "Golden Elixir inheritance" were enough to attract them.

An innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure. Even if the Haoran Alliance did not cause trouble everywhere, they were doomed to die just based on this ancient battlefield.

What's more, they are restless and stirring up troubles everywhere. This is an alliance formed by a group of casual cultivators. If they don't die, who will die?
"The second day of February next year will be the day when the ancient battlefield opens. We will take action at that time. The Haoran Alliance is quite powerful.

As for manpower, too many people may easily alert the enemy, while too few people may easily lead to omissions. Do you have any suggestions?" Mu Guibai looked around at everyone and said.

Cheng Muqiu stood up and said, "The Haoran Alliance is omnipresent, and large-scale manpower mobilization will definitely arouse their vigilance. We might as well release the news secretly and mobilize manpower in the name of encircling and suppressing the Blood Demon Cult.

This will not only deter the remnants of the blood demon, but also confuse the audience and reduce the vigilance of the Haoran Alliance."

"Fellow Daoist Cheng has a point, but in this case, we shouldn't have too many people, otherwise it would be bad if they were frightened. I think that in this battle, the Purple Mansion cultivators should be the main force, and the Foundation Establishment cultivators should be the auxiliary, and the Qi Training cultivators don't need to be mobilized."

"Well, in that case, my Demon Subduing Palace can send out two Purple Mansion cultivators and fifteen Foundation Establishment cultivators for this battle." Feng Zhongyi was the first to express his opinion.

"My Baicao Hall can produce four Purple Mansion monks and twelve second-level alchemists!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately cast astonished eyes at Jiang Shuming. When did Baicao Hall have so many Purple Mansion cultivators? Facing the gazes of everyone, Jiang Shuming looked calm. Baicao Hall did not have so many Purple Mansion cultivators, but they had nothing but money. The hall had several Purple Mansion-level priests who were ready to work for Baicao Hall at any time!

"Our sect can dispatch seven Purple Mansion cultivators and fifty Foundation Establishment cultivators." As soon as Zhao Di opened his mouth, he displayed the courage and spirit of a Golden Core Overlord.

Hearing this, Cheng Muqiu said, not wanting to be outdone: "Our sect can produce eight Purple Mansion cultivators and sixty Foundation Establishment cultivators!"

Zhao Di frowned slightly, but soon relaxed his brows. He was no longer surprised by the Jinwu Sect's constant attempts to suppress them.

"Luoxia can produce five Purple Mansion cultivators and forty Foundation Establishment cultivators." Mu Guibai's gentle voice sounded in everyone's ears.

In their mouths, Purple Mansion and Foundation Establishment cultivators seemed to be as common as radishes and cabbages. Song Changsheng, who was standing by, was almost numb from listening to them. He couldn't help but sigh: "Compared with the top sects like Da Qi, the Song family still has a long way to go..."

Of course, he also understood why everyone worked so hard. In addition to objective factors, it was also to prepare for the division of spoils after the war.

After all, what you put in is proportional to what you gain.

After hearing the number of people reported by everyone, Jiang Shuming said with a little surprise: "In this way, there are already 26 Purple Mansion cultivators and nearly 200 Foundation Establishment cultivators. If we add the Tianjian Sect, Huansha Sect and Song Clan, when we go into battle, the Purple Mansion cultivators should be more than 30. The Haoran Alliance is nothing to be afraid of."

Everyone agreed that such a force was enough to start a national war.

At this time, Cheng Muqiu suddenly looked at the silent Song Changsheng and said, "Fellow Daoist Song is also here today. I wonder how many people the Song family can mobilize for this battle."

Song Changsheng frowned slightly. Is this guy doing this on purpose?

He cleared his throat and said, "The Song family is a small family, so naturally we cannot compare with you seniors. In this battle, our family has one Purple Mansion cultivator and ten Foundation Establishment cultivators."

This amount of manpower really looked a bit awkward in front of everyone, after all, the Demon-Suppressing Hall, which contributed the least, had two Purple Mansion monks fighting.

But Song Changsheng had no choice. The Song family had three Purple Mansion cultivators, but the old man needed to guard the family, and Yuan Tianshu was only a guest of the family. So, he was the only one who could go up.

"This battle concerns the entire Daqi cultivation world. Fellow Daoist Song is being so secretive. I'm afraid it's... not appropriate, right?"

Song Changsheng resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said, "You all should know the situation of the Song family. There are only so many people who can be mobilized. If Fellow Daoist Cheng thinks it is too little, I can mobilize the subordinate forces below. As long as Fellow Daoist is not afraid of alerting the enemy, it will be fine."

"Really? As far as I know, the noble has another sky ship. Can't that be considered a Purple Mansion combat force?" Cheng Muchu said lightly.

"Haha, the Skyship is not exclusive to our clan. If your clan wants to dispatch the Skyship, the Song family should cooperate." Song Changsheng fought back neither softly nor hard.

Seeing that the tension between the two was getting stronger and stronger, Mu Guibai said calmly: "The target of the sky ship is too obvious and it is not suitable to participate in the ambush. The manpower issue is settled.

This battle is crucial, everyone must not take it lightly, and must act in secret. If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to strike the Haoran Alliance again."

"Follow the Master's order!" Everyone responded in unison.

"Okay, here is a list of the members I found out about. You can all take a look at it so that you can be prepared. But no one can act on their own."

As he spoke, Mu Guibai took out several jade slips from his sleeves and distributed them to everyone present.

Song Changsheng took a look and was immediately shocked. There were only twelve names in the jade slip, but he had heard of most of them and had even seen several of them.

For a moment, he felt a chill down his spine. These people were hiding too well.

If Jiuliren had not been so afraid of death that he took the initiative to reveal his identity, he would not have known that so many people around him were members of the Haoran Alliance.

If the Purple Mansion cultivators are like this, what about the Foundation Establishment cultivators and the Qi Condensation cultivators? It makes one's scalp tingle just thinking about it. The Haoran Alliance has indeed grown to an incredible level.

After the meeting ended, Song Changsheng returned to the Song family. He first informed Song Xianming and Song Luzhou, and then began to think about the candidates for the battle.

The risk of this battle is quite high. There are dozens of Purple Mansion cultivators participating in the battle on both sides, and there are also hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators. No one is sure of escaping unscathed.

The Song family is not as wealthy as the other families. Even the loss of one foundation-building cultivator is enough to make him feel heartbroken.

Of course, he can now assert that he will win this battle, not lose, it is just a matter of time and how much loss will be.

After all, the joint action of all the top sects in the Da Qi cultivation world and the conquest of the Ten Thousand Mountains were only of this scale. Facing the Haoran Alliance, which didn't even have a golden elixir, he didn't know how he could lose.

If there is a sure win, it is still worth betting heavily, because for the monks participating in the battle, it is definitely a rare training opportunity. As long as they can gain something, their future ceiling will be raised.

Therefore, those who go into battle must have both combat power and talent, otherwise it would be a waste of such a great opportunity.

And there were not many people in the Song family for him to choose from.

After thinking for a while, he found paper, ink, pen and inkstone and wrote down several names one after another. After writing, he hesitated for a moment and crossed out those names.

He put down his pen, walked outside the hall with his hands behind his back, looked at the rolling mountains in the distance, his eyes were far away, and he whispered softly: "Smelly boy, it's time to come back."

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In the northern part of the Da Qi cultivation world, a huge flying boat was moving forward steadily. On the deck stood a slender figure, carrying a long sword on his back. He calmly looked down at the mountains and rivers below, with a hint of excitement in his heart.

After wandering for so many years and having several near-death experiences, he can finally go home and see the person he has been thinking about all the time.

Subconsciously touching the bronze mirror at his waist and feeling the surging power inside, a smile appeared on Song Qingxing's icy face. With this thing, all problems could be easily solved.

"Tsk, I really don't understand the thoughts of you ordinary people. Isn't it good to be alone? All those things like love and affection are just burdens in my opinion.

"I was a man who roamed the world of cultivation all by myself back then, it was so cool and carefree."

"Wu Jie." Song Qingxing called out calmly.

"What? Wasn't what I said right?" Wu Jie felt a little guilty.

"Do you have a girl you love?"

"What?"

...(End of chapter)