Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

The secret passage was only half a foot high, and considering the height of several people, it was a little difficult to move through. In addition, they also needed to be on guard against the evil spirits that might appear at any time.

They moved forward slowly like this, and after about half an incense stick of time, they finally turned from the narrow secret passage into a wide underground space.

An archway more than ten feet high appeared before their eyes, and a heavy bronze door covered with mysterious patterns lay lying on the ground.

On a rotten plaque, one can vaguely make out the words "Neiku" written in ancient characters. It is obvious that this is their destination.

"Oh my god, we're finally here. This can't be a secret passage dug by humans." Zhu Yiqun patted the dirt off his body and complained.

"I'm afraid you are right." Song Changsheng took a step back and said with a serious expression.

"What?"

Zhu Yiqun followed his gaze and immediately saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.

Above the dark doorway, dense shadows were seen hanging upside down like bats. Although they had no eyes, the three of them could clearly sense that the other was watching them.

"Shit, we found the lair of the evil spirits."

"The concentration of evil spirits in here is more than twice that outside. There must be something strange in this treasure house."

"Then what should we do now?"

Now that we are here, there is no reason to return empty-handed. Song Changsheng's eyes flashed with a cold light and he said, "Go in and kill them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his arms and rushed directly into the doorway. Sharp sword energy burst out from his body. In an instant, several evil spirits were shattered and turned into wisps of black smoke that dissipated unwillingly.

Zhu Yiqun and Song Qingxing followed closely behind to clear out the remaining fish that had escaped the net.

Most of these evil spirits had only entered the second level of cultivation, so it was very easy for the two of them to deal with them. Wherever the three of them passed, no one survived.

Song Changsheng, who was leading the way, was like a fish in water. Any evil spirit that dared to block his way was no match for him. He didn't even need to make any move. Few evil spirits could resist the sword energy bursting out from his body.

Even though these evil spirits were not afraid of life and death, they were frightened by his killing in the end. Seeing Song Changsheng approaching step by step, no one dared to step forward to stop him.

"I thought they were so powerful, but it turns out they are just good-looking but useless." Zhu Yiqun said arrogantly.

Song Changsheng looked him up and down, frowned slightly and asked, "Did you move your mouth?"

"I took a bite and it had no taste. The conversion rate was also low. It's not as cost-effective as eating meat." Zhu Yiqun smacked his lips and said with regret.

Looking at his appearance, Song Changsheng couldn't help but feel a chill. This guy really dared to eat anything.

Zhu Yiqun was totally unaware of this, and approached him and asked, "Don't you have any big stuff?"

"It should be there, but I don't see it here. Otherwise, it should have appeared long ago."

This is also what Song Changsheng is confused about. Evil spirits are not peaceful and gregarious creatures. They grow by devouring each other. They are basically lone rangers. It is impossible for so many of them to gather together and live in harmony.

The only explanation is that there is a "king"-like existence that is shocking them and forcing them to gather together.

Such an existence must be at least level three, and even level four is not impossible.

"Maybe he went on a long journey, so it's a good deal for us." Zhu Yiqun rubbed his hands excitedly.

"It's better to be careful and get rid of the evil spirits here first."

"Just these few small fish, leave them to us."

Zhu Yiqun patted his chest and accepted the task, then rushed forward with a grin, rubbing his hands together, just like the villain in some works of art.

Compared to him, Song Qingxing didn't have that much drama. He followed silently with his sword in hand.

Seeing that the two of them were able to handle it, Song Changsheng did not intervene anymore. Instead, he used the [Skylight Technique] to illuminate the interior of the treasure house and looked around carefully.

The area of ​​the treasure house was about the size of a football field. Wooden shelves that had collapsed due to decay could be seen everywhere. Jade slips, animal skin books, and all kinds of bottles and jars were scattered all over the ground, buried under thick dust.

Picking up a piece of rotten wood, Song Changsheng couldn't help but say with regret: "It turned out to be [Iron Pear Wood]. Even though it is as hard as iron and can last for thousands of years, it is still so vulnerable in the face of time."

With a slight force of his fingers, the wood block turned into pieces and fell from his palm.

His gaze passed over the collapsed wooden frames and finally fell on a large tripod in the center of the treasure house.

It was a four-legged, two-eared square tripod, more than ten feet tall, with a chilling black-red color all over. Engraved on its surface was a lifelike ferocious beast that seemed to be roaring toward the sky.

"It looks like a tiger, is shaped like an ox, has two wings on its back, and has hedgehog hair. Is this... Qiongqi?" Song Changsheng frowned slightly. The patterns engraved on the tripod generally have special meanings or functions.

In the world of cultivation, auspicious beasts such as Ruilin, Jade Lion, Bixi, Bai Ze, etc. are the most common. Ferocious beasts such as Taotie, Taowu, and Hun Dun mostly appear on weapons of killing, and are almost never seen on utensils such as furnaces and tripods.

And this tripod is actually engraved with Qiongqi. Could it be a killing weapon?
Song Changsheng couldn't help but be a little surprised.

He walked slowly towards the giant tripod, and just as he approached within ten feet of it, he felt a strong, bloody evil aura rushing towards him, as if a ghost was screaming and wailing in his ears, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Such a strong bloody evil aura, no wonder there are so many evil spirits gathered here."

Song Changsheng was still wondering before. Although the concentration of blood and evil energy in this world was high, it should not have reached the point where evil spirits could be born on a large scale. Now that he saw this tripod, everything made sense.

This is a large collector, which continuously absorbs the evil spirits of this world, causing the surrounding environment, that is, this treasure house, to mutate, and eventually become a hotbed for the "reproduction" of evil spirits, thus giving birth to so many evil spirits.

Song Changsheng could not hide his excitement. Over tens of thousands of years, time had decayed everything here, but not even the slightest trace was left on this huge tripod.

This big tripod itself is definitely a treasure, not to mention that it has been absorbing evil spirits here for tens of thousands of years.

He approached carefully step by step. Every step he took required him to withstand a large amount of evil energy, but his steps were still firm and steady.

He has experienced so much in two lifetimes, and such evil spirits cannot affect him at all.

He soon came to the front of the huge cauldron. The figure of Qiongqi became clearer at this moment, and a desolate and vast aura swept over him.

As if possessed by a magic spell, Song Changsheng slowly placed his hand on the cauldron. In an instant, he seemed to see a scroll slowly unfolding in front of him.

The painting seemed to depict a war in the mortal world, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers from both sides standing in tight square formations in the wilderness. The wilderness was windy and the yellow sand was hot.

As the distant and desolate trumpet sounds were sounded, the soldiers of both sides, under the command of their respective generals, started a bloody fight with swords and guns in hand.

The soldiers in the front row fell like wheat being cut by a knife, and the soldiers behind them quickly filled the gaps, waving their spears and continuing to fight the enemy. Shouts, cries, and howls merged into one in the wilderness, drowning out the originally noisy wind.

I don't know how much time had passed, the sounds of fighting gradually stopped, the corpses of both sides filled the entire battlefield, the blood flowing from the wounds gathered into a river, and the blood rushing into the sky dyed the clouds red.

At this time, a vague shadow fell from the sky, holding a small four-legged square tripod with two ears in his hand. He didn't make any movements, but the blood and energy in the air seemed to be attracted by something and rushed into the square tripod frantically.

The originally dark yellow square tripod turned dark red at a speed visible to the naked eye under the immersion of blood.

“Hahaha, it’s done, the [Hundred Evils Qiongqi Cauldron] is finally done, hahaha…”

A loud and unbridled laugh sounded, and the scene stopped abruptly at this moment.

Song Changsheng suddenly came to his senses. He was breathing heavily and his back was soaked with sweat without him knowing when.

Looking at the huge cauldron in front of him, a deep fear flashed in his eyes. He didn't know why, but he actually felt suffocated.

"This [Bai Sha Qiongqi Cauldron] is made of the blood of mortal soldiers. It is an extremely ferocious and evil thing." Song Changsheng quietly wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead and murmured in a low voice.

It is no problem to say that such a deadly weapon is a treasure for killing.

It might have originally been just a spiritual weapon or a magic weapon, but after absorbing the bloody evil energy in this world for tens of thousands of years, its grade has also undergone a leap, and it is only a weapon spirit away from being a real spiritual treasure.

Song Changsheng's heart was burning with excitement. Although it was a weapon, it was also a rare treasure. It would be of great use to him in breaking through the golden elixir in the future. He had to take it out no matter what.

He bit his tongue directly, spurting out a burst of blood that spilled onto the cauldron.

"Roar--"

In an instant, the Qiongqi on the tripod seemed to come alive. It stared with its huge pupils at the human cultivator in front of it who was trying to subdue it, and let out an angry roar.

A slightly illusory shadow of a Qiongqi slowly formed above the cauldron. It opened its huge mouth full of fangs, trying to swallow Song Changsheng into its stomach.

"What a fierceness!"

Looking at the phantom of Qiongqi rushing towards him, Song Changsheng was startled. He gathered his magic power in his palm and slapped it hard on the crown of the Qiongqi phantom's head.

Qiongqi let out a wail, and instantly broke into pieces, turning into evil spirit and dissipating.

"Fortunately, the spirit of the weapon has not yet been born, otherwise I might not be able to do anything to you."

Song Changsheng couldn't help but feel fortunate in his heart. The phantom of the Qiongqi just now was visible but not real. It seemed ferocious but was actually vulnerable. If it had intelligence, it would not be so easy to suppress it.

He made some hand gestures, and the essence and blood that had just been sprayed onto the cauldron immediately turned into chains that tightly bound the roaring Qiongqi.

Time is tight and it is too late to refine it now. We can only suppress it first and make long-term plans after taking it out.

"Oh my god, what the hell is this? It's so evil."

At this time, Zhu Yiqun and Song Qingxing had already cleared out all the remaining evil spirits in the place. Feeling the evil energy emanating from the big cauldron, they couldn't help but let out a strange cry.

"【Bai Sha Qiong Qi Ding】, a very evil weapon." Song Changsheng explained simply.

"Wow, if we move this thing out, won't we become rich?" Zhu Yiqun said with golden eyes.

"Whether it can be sent out depends on you. Can this thing be collected?" Song Changsheng patted the still vibrating cauldron and said.

"No big deal." Zhu Yiqun opened his little mouth and took the huge [Bai Sha Qiongqi Ding] directly into his stomach, and then burped properly.

As soon as [Bai Sha Qiongqi Ding] was collected, the concentration of evil energy around it dropped significantly.

"Is everything cleaned up?"

"Of course. This place is ours now."

"Hurry up and see what else can be used. Summarize and collect the treasures for you to keep. Make a copy of the magical secrets and martial arts manuals and take them away.

The rest can be put into the storage bag, which can at least be exchanged for some merits." Song Changsheng said in a relaxed tone. With Zhu Yiqun's humanoid storage bag, he could take out all the treasures he found.

With the precedent of [Bai Sha Qiongqi Ding], Song Changsheng and others were full of expectations for this treasure house. They dispersed and searched around.

Song Changsheng cleaned up the dust accumulated around and found a pile of bottles and jars.

He picked up a few at random, all of which were various kinds of elixirs, including even a bottle of [Foundation Building Pill].

But there was no joy on Song Changsheng's face. So many years had passed, and the restrictions on the pill bottle had long been worn away. The pill inside had probably turned into a pile of powder.

He opened the bottle of [Foundation Building Pill], and what poured out was indeed a pile of gray powder.

Song Changsheng sighed slightly, what a pity.

He casually swept these pill bottles aside. He no longer had any hope for these pills. The only things that could be left inside were probably some high-quality spiritual materials and manuals on martial arts.

At this time, Zhu Yiqun, who was rummaging in a corner, suddenly exclaimed and shouted exaggeratedly: "Changsheng, Changsheng, we are rich."

Song Changsheng's face suddenly became black. Why did this guy's words sound so strange?

Thinking this in his mind, he still walked back, and then he saw Zhu Yiqun holding a crimson jade slip in his slightly fat hand, and the fat on his face couldn't help but tremble.

"What is that in your hand? Could it be the cultivation method for the Jindan period?" Song Changsheng joked.

Zhu Yiqun shook his head and said, "Although it's not right, it's not far off either."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Song Changsheng asked again: "Really?"

"Take it and read it yourself." Zhu Yiqun handed the jade slip directly to him.

Song Changsheng placed the jade slip against his forehead. After reading what was written inside, his expression suddenly changed, and then he was filled with an indescribable surprise...

Ps:

"A bright moon is born at sea, and the world is here."

No matter where you are, remember to eat mooncakes tonight~ (End of this chapter)