Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

In the bright room, Song Qingxi lay quietly on the bed, with his hands folded on his abdomen, breathing slowly and regularly.

Song Qingxing stood silently by the bed, holding Qingfeng.

Song Changsheng, who came hurriedly, saw this scene and frowned slightly and asked: "You didn't tell Xi'er?"

"No, if she knew, she would definitely not agree."

The two grew up together since childhood, and Song Qingxing knew Song Qingxi's temper very well. If she knew the truth, no matter what he said, she would never accept the transplantation of the origin of the law into her body.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to act first and report later, without giving her the chance to refuse.

"What you said makes sense. Let's get started now. Help me help Xi'er stand up."

Song Qingxing helped Song Qingxi up as he was told, and leaned him against the head of the bed, maintaining a half-sitting position.

"Okay, you go out and protect me. Don't let anyone disturb me for at least ten days. Also, let Wu Jie cooperate with me."

Transplanting the origin of the law is not an easy task. Even with Song Changsheng's current cultivation level, he must be extremely cautious.

"I understand, Wu Jie, cooperate with my uncle and don't make any mistakes." Song Qingxing stared at Wu Jie with a warning look, then walked out holding the [Wuhen Sword].

Wu Jie couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw this. Although he was opposed to this matter, he would not do anything about it. After all, he was still counting on Song Qingxing to help him rebuild his body.

After the door was closed, Song Changsheng first set up restrictions in the room to isolate spiritual consciousness and sound, and then took out a round platinum array base with complex and mysterious array patterns engraved inside and out.

He placed the array base in the center of the house, made hand seals, and silently recited a few words. With a flash of light, the array base quickly merged into the ground.

Then he rolled up his sleeves, and eighty-one triangular flags appeared in the air. Each group of three flags was integrated into the areas he had planned in advance.

Finally, he connected all the formation flags with formation patterns, and a simple third-order intermediate-grade [Soul Locking Return to Void Formation] was set up.

Transplanting the origin of the law requires abundant spiritual energy, but the spiritual energy of the third-level spiritual vein of Cangmang Peak is not enough. Therefore, Song Changsheng needs to use a large number of spirit stones to increase the concentration of spiritual energy in the room. This formation can help him lock the spiritual energy in the room and minimize the loss of spiritual energy.

"This guy's attainments in formations are quite impressive."

Wu Jie in the magic mirror watched this scene quietly and muttered to himself.

After setting up the formation, Song Changsheng took out a three-legged red dragon incense burner, inserted a yellow incense stick about the thickness of his little finger and about ten feet long into it, and lit it.

This is the [Calming Incense], which can protect Song Qingxi from being corrupted by her inner demons during her sleep, and can also prevent her from waking up suddenly and affecting the fusion.

Although the preparation time was short, Song Changsheng had already taken everything into consideration.

"Wu Jie, get ready." Song Changsheng started the formation and said in a deep voice.

"I know, just don't mess it up."

The bronze mirror placed on the table slowly rose into the air under Wu Jie's control, and floated in front of Song Qingxi, emitting a hazy white light all over.

"Om-"

An invisible force emanated, creating ripples in the air. Song Changsheng's expression moved slightly, and a strong desire came from his body. It was the instinctive desire for power as a cultivator.

He recited the "Purifying Heart Sutra" several times and suppressed the desires in his heart. He waved his hand and a small pile of spirit stones appeared in front of him.

"boom--"

With a wave of his palm, nearly 100,000 spirit stones turned into powder, and the spiritual energy in them was released, instantly increasing the concentration of spiritual energy in the house by several levels.

"Wu Jie!"

The bronze mirror shook violently, bursting out with a force that made Song Changsheng feel palpitating, and a beam of white light shone on Song Qingxi's lower dantian.

Song Qingxi, who was sleeping, frowned slightly, as if he had received some great stimulation.

She was only at the initial stage of foundation building, and the power of the origin of the law was too great for her. It was not a force she could withstand at all.

To be precise, except for cultivators above the Jindan stage, almost no one can fully absorb this power. For example, Song Qingxing only dared to absorb a little bit each time.

This is also the reason why he asked Song Changsheng for help. He could not maintain such a huge force by himself.

As power was injected, the pain on Song Qingxi's face became more and more obvious, and this was just the beginning. Compared to the vast power of the origin of the law, what she had absorbed now was less than one ten-thousandth of it.

"Om-"

A gentle force emanated from the bronze mirror, wrapping Song Qingxi around and penetrating into her dantian and meridians, calming the surging power for her. With Wu Jie's help, her frown suddenly relaxed a little.

"My recovered strength is limited, and I can't hold on for long. I'll have to rely on you from now on." Wu Jie rarely showed weakness in front of Song Changsheng.

"Just do your best." Song Changsheng nodded slightly.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the transplant went very smoothly. With the help of Wu Jie, nearly half of the power of the origin of the law had been successfully transferred to Song Qingxi's dantian.

This force had completely exceeded the limit of what she could withstand. If it weren't for Wu Jie's help in maintaining her balance, she would have exploded into a pool of minced meat by now.

"I can't hold on any longer. I have to rely on you from now on."

In the bronze mirror, Wu Jie's voice was full of fatigue. He had consumed a huge amount of energy in the abyss, and the strength he had recovered now was extremely limited. Three days and three nights of sleepless and high-intensity consumption had almost drained him dry.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Song Changsheng opened his eyes and thanked him sincerely.

Fortunately, he had been supporting him in the front these days, so he was able to conserve his energy. Otherwise, if he was left alone, he would probably be sucked dry.

After taking a deep breath, he came to Song Qingxi and sat cross-legged, pointing his sword finger at her forehead...

Outside the house, Song Qingxing sat on the stone steps with an expressionless face, his sword placed across his knees. Apart from looking back at the door from time to time, he did not make any other movements.

No one knows how turbulent waves are hidden beneath that calm face.

He knew the risks of transplanting the origin of the law, but only in this way could he eliminate the gap between him and Song Qingxi...

Time passed by minute by minute, and both Song Qingxing and Song Changsheng felt that the days were passing by like years.

It took Song Changsheng seven days, a full seven days, to transfer all the origins of the laws in the [Spiritual Soul-Captivating Mirror] to Song Qingxi's Dantian.

"call……"

After letting out a long breath, Song Changsheng opened his slightly dry eyes, feeling the heart-pounding power released from Song Qingxi's body. His mood was a little solemn.

Transplantation is not the most difficult part; how to integrate is the main problem.

For a foundation-building cultivator to absorb the essence of the law is no less than a snake trying to swallow an adult elephant. The danger can be imagined.

"Xier's cultivation is still too low after all. If she could have Qing Xing's cultivation, the fusion would definitely be much smoother." Song Changsheng murmured in a low voice.

At this time, Wu Jie, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly emerged from the bronze mirror and said, "This is entirely because the power of the origin of the law is too huge. It's like a wine jar that can only hold five liters of wine, but now you want it to hold ten liters. It would be strange if there is no problem. Song family boy, listen to me, guide the excess origin power out, and let this little girl and Qing Xing boy each have half, wouldn't it be great?"

Song Changsheng couldn't help but smile. Wu Jie really thought carefully about Qing Xing, which was a good point. It was a pity that Qing Xing might not appreciate his kindness.

"Wu Jie, you have been with Qing Xing for more than ten years, and you should know his character better than I do after spending more than ten years with him day and night.

Although what you said is the best solution at the moment, do you think he will agree?"

After these words were spoken, Wu Jie fell silent.

After a long while, he continued, "He won't listen to what I say, but it will be different if you are included. I know that he respects you very much."

"Then do you know why he respects me so much?" Song Changsheng asked back.

"How would I know?" Wu Jie couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng just smiled slightly and said lightly: "Actually, it's not that there is no solution."

"Oh?"

“Since the capacity is insufficient, expansion will be good.”

"Expansion? You mean... Song family kid, are you crazy? She is just a foundation-building cultivator, and you want to forcefully open her middle dantian?"

"Why not?"

Song Changsheng smiled confidently. If it were usual times, he would not dare to have such a bold idea, but now was an excellent opportunity, and the chance of success was very high.

"Do you have any energy left?"

Wu Jie understood Song Changsheng's intention immediately. Although he was unwilling, he pinched his nose and said, "I can still protect her heart once with the remaining strength I have."

"Good work."

After saying thank you, Song Changsheng mobilized all the power of the formation and added it to himself. The spiritual energy in the house rushed into his body frantically.

"break!"

Song Changsheng mobilized the origin of the laws in Song Qingxi's body and guided it upwards along the meridians little by little into the middle dantian.

But soon he encountered something like a barrier.

Generally speaking, human cultivators will open up the middle dantian and build the Purple Mansion Furnace in it only after breaking through the Purple Mansion Stage.

It is not uncommon for people to open up the middle dantian during the foundation-building period, but they are extremely rare cases and are often accompanied by extremely high risks.

Especially when Song Qingxi currently has no independent consciousness.

Fortunately, Song Changsheng has some experience in this regard.

"Let's take a gamble together."

Song Changsheng murmured softly, cut his fingertips, forced out a drop of ruby-like blood, and integrated a trace of his own life essence into it.

"Life Essence, are you willing to do this for this little girl?"

Song Changsheng's face turned pale at the moment, and he shook his head slightly and said, "I'm still young, this little bit of life essence is nothing to me, but for her, it's enough to save her life."

After saying that, he placed a drop of his blood on Song Qingxi's Yintang acupoint.

In an instant, a dazzling light burst out, and the essence and blood merged into Song Qingxi's body, turning into a thin film that wrapped around her dantian and meridians.

Wu Jie also silently used his remaining strength to protect her heart.

After everything was ready, Song Changsheng mobilized the power of the origin of the law in Song Qingxi's dantian and rushed forward suddenly...

"crunch..."

The door was pushed open, and Song Qingxing stood up reflexively, his eyes red. For more than ten days, his spirit had been tense. Even though he had reached the great perfection of foundation building, he had almost reached his limit at this moment.

Under his nervous gaze, Song Changsheng, whose face was as pale as paper, slowly walked out with Wu Jie, who had fallen into a deep sleep again, and said with a smile: "Everything is fine."

Song Qingxing finally let go of the worry that had been hanging in his heart. He hurriedly helped Song Changsheng to sit down in the pavilion nearby, feeling a little restless for a while.

Seeing him like this, Song Changsheng couldn't help but laugh and said, "Go and see if you want to."

"I...I'd better let you recover first."

"I can regulate my breathing by myself. You go first. I just consumed a lot of energy."

"it is good."

After hearing what Song Changsheng said, Song Qingxing could no longer suppress his inner excitement and rushed into the room in the blink of an eye.

"Cough cough cough."

After he left, Song Changsheng suddenly burst into a series of coughs, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Although there were some risks, fortunately it was successful." Song Changsheng thought secretly.

Risks and opportunities coexist. As long as Song Qingxi can make use of the origin of the laws in her body, her future achievements will be limitless.

Song Changsheng reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly sat down cross-legged, and began to practice qigong and regulate his breathing.

At dawn the next day, after a night of regulating his breathing, Song Changsheng's pale face had regained some redness. Seeing that Song Qingxing had not come out yet, he did not go in to disturb them, but went directly to the General Affairs Hall.

"Changsheng is here. Don't you look very well?" Song Luzhou said with a frown.

Song Changsheng waved his hand and said, "There was something wrong with my training, but I've adjusted my breathing, so it's not a big problem."

Hearing his nonchalant tone, Song Luzhou couldn't help but say seriously: "This is not a trivial matter. I will order someone to make you a bowl of nourishing medicine later. You should regulate your breathing and don't show off."

"Nephew saved it, thank you, uncle." Song Changsheng felt warm in his heart.

"We are all family, why are you being polite? The family still depends on you." Song Luzhou patted Song Changsheng's shoulder affectionately, then picked up a jade slip beside him and said, "You usually don't even take a second look when you pass by the General Affairs Hall. What are you doing today?"

Hearing this, even Song Changsheng, who was thick-skinned, couldn't help but blush slightly. He coughed lightly and said, "The General Affairs Hall has the Fifth Uncle in charge, so there's no need for my nephew to cause trouble."

After saying that, he took out a piece of white paper from his arms, on which was densely written a series of names.

"This is the list of players I drew up. Uncle Wu, please see if there is anything you need to add."

...(End of chapter)