novelraw Chapter 75 Song Xianming Emerges from Seclusion
Chapter 75 Song Xianming Emerges from Seclusion
Chapter 75: Song Xianming Emerges from Seclusion
Chang Wudao merely glanced at them indifferently, then with a flick of his sleeve, the two were sent flying backward, falling to the ground, their lives unknown.
“Who did it?” After a slight venting of his anger, Chang Wudao looked at Li Tiancheng beside him and asked coldly, his emotions unreadable.
Li Tiancheng's heart chilled. From his understanding of Chang Wudao, this was merely the calm before the storm.
Chang Wudao had gotten a son late in life, always holding him in his palm for fear of dropping him, and keeping him in his mouth for fear of melting him. Now that he had perished in the secret realm, another bloody storm was likely brewing.
“Reporting, Martial Uncle, the murderer of Tianhua is Song Changsheng, he is Song Xianming’s grandson.”
“Song Changsheng? The one who injured my son before?” A surging killing intent gleamed in Chang Wudao's eyes. His powerful aura erupted, making Li Tiancheng's chest feel faintly constricted.
“Precisely,” Li Tiancheng quickly replied.
“Excellent, truly excellent. I will make him accompany my son in death!” Chang Wudao's voice was icy. He took a few steps, then transformed into a streak of rainbow light on his sword and departed.
Li Tiancheng saw this and immediately felt that something terrible was about to happen. He quickly sent a message back to the sect; today's matter would not end well…
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After Song Xianyun and his group returned to Cangmang Peak, he directly brought Song Changsheng to the Cloud-reaching Hall to request Song Xianming to emerge from seclusion.
“What happened?” Song Xianming looked at the two, somewhat puzzled, then turned to Song Xianyun.
“Big Brother, Chang Wudao’s son is dead.” Song Xianyun no longer bothered with formalities, stating with a grave expression.
“Hmm?” Song Xianming frowned. Chang Wudao had only that one sole heir. If this heir was gone, wouldn't he go mad on the spot?
Song Changsheng quickly stepped forward and said, “Grandpa, this is all your grandson's fault. Today in the secret realm…”
In a few brief words, he explained everything that had happened in the secret realm, then stood with his head bowed before Song Xianming, awaiting his punishment.
From his personal standpoint, Chang Tianhua and the others came to kill him, and him killing them in return was entirely reasonable; no one could say he did anything wrong.
However, Chang Tianhua and Qiu Wengui were not ordinary people after all. Their deaths would undoubtedly bring hidden dangers to the family, and it was unknown how much they would have to pay to settle the matter.
Song Xianming glanced at him and said indifferently, “Where did you go wrong?”
“Your grandson should not have indulged in a moment's gratification, bringing calamity upon the family,” Song Changsheng said in a deep voice.
“Bullshit.”
Song Xianming stared at him for a moment, then suddenly swore. He reached out his withered arm, grabbed Song Changsheng's collar, and barked, “Look up! It's true that you shouldn't indulge in a moment's gratification, but when others are trying to kill you, are you supposed to not kill them and let the tiger return to the mountain instead?
No matter who he is, if he's killed, he's killed. Are their lives lives and the lives of my Song clan's descendants not lives? If anyone is unhappy, they can come and try. This old man isn't dead yet. Whoever dares to stick out their claws, I'll chop them off!”
Song Changsheng looked up, seeing Song Xianming's hawk-like eyes, and suddenly grinned. This was indeed the Song Xianming who once dominated Ling Province and single-handedly battled against Purple Mansion cultivators.
He solemnly cupped his hands and said, “Your grandson understands.”
“Hmph, if you dare to speak such nonsense again, I will surely teach you a good lesson on behalf of your mother,” Song Xianming let go of him, threatening him half-heartedly.
“Big Brother, Chang Wudao is probably already on his way. Should we prepare?” Song Xianyun asked with a solemn expression.
Song Xianming didn't answer, but instead cast his gaze towards the distant horizon, saying indifferently, “No need to prepare, he's already here.”
As soon as his voice fell, a booming sound came from afar, announcing, “Song Changsheng, get out here and face your death!”
“Follow me.” Song Xianming placed a hand on Song Changsheng's shoulder, took a step, and an array flag appeared beneath his feet, carrying them down the mountain.
At this moment, Cangmang Peak was on high alert from top to bottom. The clan-protecting grand array had been activated. Song Luzhou, Song Luoyao, Song Luohuai, and other Foundation Establishment cultivators on the mountain all soared out on their swords, confronting a figure clad in black robes. The atmosphere was extremely tense.
“Chang Wudao, what madness possessed you, daring to act so brazenly on my Cangmang Peak!” Song Luzhou glared at the murderous Chang Wudao, roaring coldly.
“Hand over Song Changsheng, or I'll make your Song clan flow with rivers of blood!” Chang Wudao stood with his hands behind his back, faint flames flickering in his eyes, as if speaking of a trivial matter.
“Arrogant.”
“Presumptuous!”
Song Luzhou and Song Luoyao were furious. They conjured their magical tools, ready to engage in battle with Chang Wudao.
Just at this moment of intense tension, Song Xianming arrived at the foot of the mountain with Song Changsheng and said in a calm tone, “Zhou'er, Yao'er, you two step back first.”
“Great-Uncle.”
“Clan Head.”
Seeing Song Xianming arrive, everyone immediately bowed respectfully.
Song Xianming nodded faintly. After setting Song Changsheng down, he stepped onto the array flag and ascended into mid-air, confronting Chang Wudao without fear.
Song Changsheng looked up into the sky. It was a middle-aged man wearing an ink-jade crown, with sharply defined eyebrows that slanted upwards. His slender eyes held a keen sharpness, and his cheeks were chiseled. His figure was tall and lean, not burly, and he wore a heavy black robe, like a proud solitary eagle, exuding an overbearing presence.
This was Song Changsheng's first time seeing the Earthfire Sect Master. He was indeed as arrogant as the rumors claimed.
“Song Xianming, hand over your grandson, and I will leave immediately,” Chang Wudao said coldly.
“Heh it's been a few years and you're still as overbearing and direct. But I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place today,” Song Xianming said, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his eyes unwavering as he looked at Chang Wudao.
“It seems you don't intend to cooperate. With your decrepit body nearing the end, do you think you can protect him?” Chang Wudao said coldly.
If it were twenty years ago, or even ten years ago, he would not have been Song Xianming's match, forever the second best in Ling Province.
But now, his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. Song Xianming, on the other hand, had made no progress and was even regressing.
If they were to fight again, he was confident he could win. This was the confidence that allowed him to come here alone.
Song Xianming smiled faintly, without even raising an eyelid. “Whether I can or not, we'll only know if we try.”
“Hmph, since you wish to die, then come out and fight!” Chang Wudao was furious. He simply couldn't stand Song Xianming's dismissive attitude.
“Great-Uncle, don’t listen to him. Your body can’t take any more strain,” Song Luzhou quickly transmitted.
Song Xianming gently waved his hand and said, “I've been in seclusion for so long, my bones are almost rusty. It's a good chance to stretch them.”
He maneuvered the array flag, moving out of the protective grand array's coverage and pointed upwards. “Let's fight up there.”
“Hmph, I'll grant you your wish.” A mocking sneer appeared on Chang Wudao's lips. He soared towards the blue sky on his sword, with Song Xianming close behind.
Song Changsheng craned his neck, watching the two disappear into the clouds. He felt somewhat anxious. Although Song Xianming was powerful, he was old, and his physical condition was not optimistic.
Facing Chang Wudao, who was also at the peak of Foundation Establishment, he might not necessarily fare well…
(Chapter End)