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Chapter 85 The Seventh Foundation Establishment Cultivator
Chapter 85: The Seventh Foundation Establishment Cultivator
The Three-Eyed Crow plummeted straight down. Although its physical body was completely unharmed, its soul had been shattered by the “Spirit-Severing Blade.”
After slaying the Three-Eyed Crow, the “Spirit-Severing Blade” returned to the gourd. Song Changsheng felt its aura seemed to have grown a tiny bit stronger.
“The artifact refining inheritance of Senior He records that the ‘Spirit-Severing Blade’ can strengthen itself by slaying living beings. It seems this is indeed the case, but isn't this amplification too subtle?” Song Changsheng put away the Spirit-Severing Gourd, deep in thought.
“Wow, Little Uncle is so amazing!” Song Qingxi’s big eyes blinked, filled with admiration.
Song Changsheng smiled faintly, picked up the Three-Eyed Crow, and said, “It's just a small demon. We'll prepare…”
Before he could finish his sentence, the communication jade slip at his waist began to vibrate. Song Changsheng raised an eyebrow. What a coincidence! Why was someone looking for him right after he came out of seclusion?
He channeled a wisp of spiritual energy into the jade slip, and a hearty voice immediately came through: “I’ve come out of seclusion! Quickly, get me some good wine to celebrate!”
Song Changsheng’s expression brightened. This was Song Lutong’s voice! It seemed he had succeeded.
“Little Uncle?” Song Qingxi’s small face held some confusion.
“It’s good news. I need to go back to Cangmang Peak,” Song Changsheng said happily.
“Okay.” The little girl pouted, her spirits somewhat low.
After sending her back, Song Changsheng hurried back to Cangmang Peak.
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He went directly to Song Lutong's residence. As soon as they met, Song Lutong gave him a big bear hug, his enthusiasm giving Song Changsheng goosebumps. He said with a shiver of disgust, "Are you a cut-sleeve or something?"
At this, Song Lutong indeed let go of him, his face full of disdain. "You're the one with that habit! I'm just happy, get it?"
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the two sat down in the courtyard. Song Changsheng felt the powerful aura within him, and with a hint of envy, cupped his hands and said, “Congratulations, Clan Uncle! Upon entering Foundation Establishment, you've gained over a hundred years of lifespan. Your nephew is truly envious.”
Under normal circumstances, Qi Refinement cultivators have a lifespan of about 120 years. Foundation Establishment cultivators double that, reaching 240 years, and Purple Mansion cultivators even more, with 500 years of lifespan.
Song Lutong was not yet forty, considered young among Foundation Establishment cultivators. If nothing unexpected happened, he still had nearly two hundred years of lifespan. How could one not be envious?
Embarking on the path of cultivation, what one sought was longevity, was it not?
Hearing his words, Song Lutong waved his hand, forcing a bitter smile. “This time, I barely made it out alive. The three hurdles of Foundation Establishment are truly not easy to overcome. These two hundred catties of flesh nearly got stuck there.”
Song Changsheng fell silent for a moment. To break through to Foundation Establishment, one needed to undergo a complete transformation of spiritual energy, physical body, and soul. Which were the three hurdles Song Lutong referred to.
Each of these three hurdles was extremely perilous. Over the years, countless individuals had fallen there. Song Lutong was undoubtedly fortunate.
Perhaps sensing the shift in atmosphere, Song Lutong waved his hand and said, “Damn it, let’s not talk about the past. Do you have any wine? I’ve been craving wine to death.”
“I only have some first-rank spiritual wine here, but Clan Uncle can make do with it,” Song Changsheng smiled faintly, taking out a wine jar the size of a head.
He reached out and broke the clay seal, and a rich aroma of wine immediately wafted out, tempting both their drinking cravings.
Song Lutong’s eyes lit up, and he involuntarily licked his lips. “How can wine brewed by Clan Auntie herself be said ‘making do’?”
With that, he hugged the wine jar and gulped it down, devouring it as if afraid Song Changsheng would snatch it from him.
Song Changsheng chuckled, taking the gourd from his waist and slowly sipping. Although both were drinking, his movements were far more elegant than Song Lutong’s.
The two of them thus drank and conversed in the courtyard, cursing at times, laughing at others, their conversation flowing very smoothly.
Neither of them used spiritual energy to dissolve the alcohol, and after a few rounds, both felt a little tipsy.
Just as his head was spinning, he suddenly shuddered, looking up to see three streaks of sword light streaking across the sky, heading towards the distance.
Song Changsheng frowned deeply, the alcohol in his body instantly dissipating. He patted Song Lutong, who was clinging to the wine jar beside him, and said, “Clan Uncle, look quickly.”
Song Lutong groggily opened his eyes. With just one glance, he jolted, his drunkenness completely gone. He cried out, “Isn’t that Twenty-first Uncle and the others? Such a big commotion! Has the Earthfire Sect attacked? No, this old man needs to go check.”
With that, he took a few steps, and a broad, thick sword immediately appeared beneath his feet. He transformed into a long rainbow and pursued them.
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Watching the direction they departed in, Song Changsheng couldn't shake the feeling that a storm was brewing.
Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, anyone with eyes could tell that something major had occurred. How many Foundation Establishment cultivators did the family even have? Aside from Song Xianming, almost everyone on Cangmang Peak had gone out this time.
Their actions weren't hidden from others. Everyone knew that the family's Foundation Establishment cultivators had descended the mountain. With mischievous people fanning the flames, all sorts of rumors flew, and an atmosphere of panic spread among the clan members for a time.
With the Clan Head in seclusion and all the elders absent, these rumors even showed a tendency to intensify.
Fortunately, the family's Enforcement Hall reacted in time. The enforcement team, led by several deacons, quickly brought all important areas of the family under control and began arresting lawbreakers who were spreading rumors.
The enforcement team proved to be well-trained elites. Although they were without a clear leader, everything remained orderly and well-coordinated, and they quickly quelled the chaos, even capturing a few traitors with ulterior motives.
The overt chaos had subsided, but for some reason, Song Changsheng always felt a hidden undercurrent surging in places he couldn't see, casting a shadow over his heart…
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In a dimly lit secret chamber, a frail old man sat on a high chair, looking at the middle-aged man before him. “Our people haven’t given themselves away, have they?”
“Reporting, Father. With your strict orders, none of our people participated. Those caught by the enforcement team were all from the other factions,” the middle-aged man’s attitude was extremely respectful.
The old man gently nodded, holding a teacup, lost in thought. Seeing the middle-aged man hesitate as if he wanted to speak, the old man frowned and said, “What do you want to say?”
The middle-aged man’s lips trembled a few times, then he bit the bullet and said, “Father, you control a portion of the clan-protecting grand array’s authority. If we just inform the Earthfire Sect to cooperate, there’s a great chance we could take down Cangmang Peak in one fell swoop and fulfill your long-cherished wish. But why do you remain inactive?”
The old man didn’t speak, merely watched him silently until the middle-aged man’s forehead began to sweat. Then he slowly opened his mouth: “Lusheng, do you know why this old man has been able to remain safe and sound all these years?”
Without waiting for the middle-aged man’s reply, the old man got up, talking to himself, and looked at a portrait on the wall, saying coldly, “It’s by relying on a keen nose for danger!”
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