Chapter 1264
Fair Trade, Yuan Fang Departs
Seeing this, Song Qingming quickly waved to the other party.
"Sect Master Yue, you misunderstand. It's not that I think the price is too low, nor that I intend to deceive you, but that I simply don't have that much Myriad Spirit Dew on me."
"Oh! Fellow Daoist, how much do you have left? Please speak frankly."
Seeing that Song Qingming's issue wasn't about the price, Yue Ling breathed a slight sigh of relief and continued to explain:
"Fellow Daoist Song, while using this Myriad Spirit Dew to feed the Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly may have some effect, it is also a great waste."
Why don't you do me a favor and give me all of them?
As for the seven-colored illusory butterfly on your body, our sect also has a better method of cultivation that can help you improve the strength of your spirit insects more quickly.
"If you agree to make this deal with me, I might consider teaching you this technique."
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Upon hearing what the other party said, a glint of light flashed in Song Qingming's eyes. After a moment of silence, he slowly replied, "Sect Leader Yue, I can agree to this deal."
However, I would like to see your method for cultivating the Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly first!
"It's alright!"
Seeing that Song Qingming readily agreed, Yue Ling nodded slightly, then took a blue jade slip from her waist and presented it to him.
"Fellow Daoist Song, this jade slip contains a classic text left by our sect's ancestors specifically for cultivating the Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly. It will definitely be of great help to you in cultivating this insect."
However, this is a secret item passed down within our sect. You must promise me that you will never share it with anyone else.
"If this item truly has such value, I, Song, can certainly accept it."
After receiving the jade slip from the other party, Song Qingming nodded in agreement without hesitation and then placed it on his forehead.
After a quick look, I put it down.
At this moment, his face showed a hint of excitement, as if he was still savoring what he had just seen, and he was clearly very satisfied with it.
Without saying much, Song Qingming flicked his waist and four porcelain bottles appeared in his hand, which he then presented directly to the other party.
"Sect Master Yue, this is all I have right now. If you agree, then this deal is settled!"
"Thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist!"
Upon receiving the "Wanling Dew," Yueling immediately nodded in agreement after hearing what Song Qingming said.
He then took out 400,000 spirit stones from his own person and handed them to the other party.
On Song Qingming's side, he also made a vow of secrecy in front of the other party before putting away the jade slip containing the information about cultivating spirit insects.
Both parties have now officially completed the transaction.
Compared to the hundreds of thousands of spirit stones he had just received, what Song Qingming cared about more was actually the secret method for cultivating spirit insects that the other party had given him.
Since obtaining the "Seven-Colored Illusion Butterfly," Song Qingming has inquired about methods for cultivating it in many places over the years, but has yet to achieve any results.
Unexpectedly, after years of painstaking searching, he still had not achieved his wish.
Unexpectedly, this item was delivered to his door, truly allowing him to experience the bittersweet joy that comes after hardship.
After examining it, I found that the cultivation method in the "Divine Gu Sect" was indeed very detailed and much more time-saving and labor-saving than what I had done before.
Previously, the "Seven-Colored Illusionary Butterfly" on her body had gradually become unable to keep up with Song Qingming's cultivation level, and had been reduced to a spirit insect that could only assist in exploring the way.
Now that he has this jade slip, Song Qingming is confident that he can further enhance the strength of the spirit insects on his body and cultivate them to a higher level.
Meanwhile, after successfully obtaining four bottles of "Myriad Spirits Dew", Yue Ling's eyes were fixed on the spiritual object in her hand.
Both parties seemed quite satisfied with the deal that had just been made.
"Master Yue, now that the items have been given to you, the transaction can be considered complete."
If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now.
"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment."
Seeing that the transaction had been successfully completed, just as Song Qingming was about to take his leave, Yue Ling, who was not far away, put away the "Myriad Spirits Dew" in her hand and suddenly asked:
"Fellow Daoist Song, I have another question. I wonder where you obtained this Myriad Spirit Dew? Could you please tell me?"
"If the information you provide can help our sect find this item, I will certainly reward you handsomely!"
"this.."
"To be honest, this item was actually obtained by chance from a secret realm when I was traveling around years ago."
This matter concerns some secrets of Song's, which I cannot disclose to my friends. I hope the Moon Sect Master will understand.
The "Wanling Dew" on Song Qingming's body was something he and Huang Siyuan found when they entered the "Tianxuan Sect" secret realm.
Over the years, he had used most of the spiritual liquid to feed the spirit insects on his body and the "Ice and Fire Dragon," but he never expected that this item could be exchanged for so many spirit stones.
Since discovering this secret realm, Song Qingming would personally go there every hundred years or so, or send core cultivators of the family, such as Song Qingyu, to collect spiritual items.
Most of the "Wanling Dew" inside has already been extracted by them.
Apart from what I've used up over the years, the rest has all fallen into Yue Ling's hands; I didn't intentionally deceive her.
When Yue Ling pressed him about the origin of the "Myriad Spirits Dew" on his body, Song Qingming shook his head without hesitation.
After all, it also involves the secret realm of the "Tianxuan Sect" in the outer sea. Once the news is leaked, the loss will be more than just spirit stones.
Seeing that Song Qingming's answer was very firm, Yue Ling did not ask any further questions and nodded slightly.
Soon, they watched as Song Qingming transformed into a streak of light and left the spot.
Not long after Song Qingming's figure disappeared, a burst of spiritual light appeared beside him, revealing a figure—the very same Elder Liu who had lured the other party here earlier.
"Sect Master!"
"We were right back then, he did indeed have the Myriad Spirit Dew, and we have successfully obtained it."
However, I only received four bottles of spirit liquid. I wonder if that's enough?
"Congratulations, Sect Master. I wonder if Song Qingming revealed the origin of this item? Should we send someone to the Floating Cloud Mountains to investigate?"
Upon hearing this, Elder Liu first congratulated the other party with a cupped-hand salute, and then cautiously inquired.
Faced with the suggestion from the elder surnamed Liu beside her, Yue Ling remained silent for a moment before shaking her head directly.
"This person is very cautious. Since the other party is unwilling to talk about it, it will probably not be easy to find out about this matter. On the contrary, you may offend him."
Song Qingming has now caught the eye of Senior Chen, and may even have the opportunity to become a god in the future.
It's best to try to befriend such people and not offend them easily.
"Forget it, there's no need to rush. Let's talk about it another time!"
"The sect leader's concerns are very valid!"
"Song Qingming broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage in just two hundred years, and has already advanced to the half-step Divine Transformation stage."
This person's talent for cultivation is indeed unfathomable, no wonder Senior Chen thinks highly of him.
Seeing that the person in front of him had made a decision, Elder Liu nodded in agreement and then followed behind without saying anything more.
A gentle breeze swept across the mountaintop, and the two figures quickly disappeared from sight.
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At the summit of Qingyun Mountain, on the third floor of Huixian Pavilion.
Huang Siyuan was sitting alone in the attic when she suddenly saw a figure walking quickly towards her. She took the initiative to step forward and bow to him.
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
"Lin Yu, no need for formalities, get up quickly!"
I heard you went back to Funiu Mountain a while ago. When did you get back? How is your grandfather's health?
Looking at Song Linyu in front of her, Huang Siyuan slowly put down her teacup, gestured for her to stand up, and asked another question.
Upon hearing Huang Siyuan mention her grandfather Song Yuanfang, Song Linyu quickly replied, "Grandpa, don't worry, he's still in good health and there's nothing wrong with him."
Last time, he only sent a message asking me to come back and visit because he missed me.
There were so many things to do in the market, and I couldn't get away, so I stayed on the mountain for a few days and then came back early.
"Now that you're back, why not stay a few more days?"
“No matter how good Yuanfang’s health is, he is still over six hundred years old. If he didn’t really want to see you, why would he send a message to ask you to go back?”
"Cultivation must be done step by step, and things must be done little by little."
"Siqing, Linrui, and I are all here at the market; what's there to worry about?"
Upon hearing Huang Siyuan's reminder, Song Linyu remained silent for a moment before slowly replying, "Thanks to the great support of my seventh uncle, my senior brother and I have come this far."
Over the years, Lin Yu has never forgotten his identity, fearing that he might disappoint the elders, and indeed he has returned home less often.
Once I'm done with this busy period, I'll have some time to go back and visit Grandpa with my senior brother!
"Yes! No matter how much work there is, it's never all done."
Every time you meet someone, it's the last time you'll see them.
Some things, don't wait until later to regret them, because then it will be too late.
Seeing that Song Linyu seemed to have taken her words to heart, Huang Siyuan placed another cup of spiritual tea in front of her and sighed, saying:
“Jingyun is my husband’s personal disciple, and you are a disciple of Senior Sister Li. We will take care of you as needed. How could we really treat you as outsiders?”
However, spiritual cultivation ultimately depends on opportunity and timing; one should not be too impatient.
"Don't worry, Ancestor. Lin Yu already knows all this and will no longer be so busy with her own affairs that she neglects the others around her!"
Hearing Huang Siyuan's caring words of advice, Song Linyu nodded earnestly.
After Song Linyu formed his core, he stayed by the side of several elders of his family, helping to manage the market town at the foot of the mountain.
Although his cultivation level is not high, he has only just broken through to the fifth level of the Golden Core realm.
But now that she holds the reins of the market, she has become one of the highest-ranking Golden Core cultivators in the entire "Qingyun Mountain".
In addition, he was born into the Song family, and his Daoist partner, Bai Jingyun, was a direct disciple of Song Qingming.
Even the late-stage Golden Core elders of the sect treated Song Linyu with politeness and respect.
Back then, with the full support of his master Li Xuanyi, Song Linyu barely managed to form a golden core. Knowing that his talent for cultivation was not high, he dared not think too far ahead.
He thought that he was already blessed to have reached this point in his life.
Unexpectedly, as time went by, Song Linyu, taking advantage of his position in managing the market, not only gained a superior status, but his goals also gradually changed.
As long as you work hard to earn spirit stone resources and improve your cultivation.
For her, there may be an opportunity to break through to the Nascent Soul realm in the future.
At that time, perhaps he and his Daoist partner Bai Jingyun will also be able to reach the Nascent Soul realm.
To become a divine couple like the patriarch of a family, standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world and looking down upon all others.
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"Hmm! It's good that you think that way; it's worth all the time I spent telling you all this."
Hearing Song Linyu's earnest response, as if she had understood, Huang Siyuan nodded in satisfaction and then asked her:
"By the way, you came all the way up the mountain to see me today, is there something you need?" Hearing Huang Siyuan's question, Song Linyu remembered and stepped forward to answer, "Ancestor, two Foundation Establishment cultivators came to the market down the mountain today."
These two not only specifically asked for Seventh Uncle by name, but also gave me this.
Having said that, Song Linyu reached out and took out a white talisman, handing it to Huang Siyuan.
The white talisman in front of me is not of high grade; it is just an ordinary low-grade third-level talisman.
But Huang Siyuan recognized it at a glance, and her expression changed slightly.
"This talisman seems to have been made by my husband. Did they say where it came from?"
"I asked them, and they only said they came from Lei Yuanhai, but they didn't reveal their identity or name. They said they could only tell me after seeing Seventh Uncle."
I really couldn't get any answers from them, and I didn't dare to just dismiss them, so I came here specifically to ask the Ancestor if we should see them.
Upon hearing this, Huang Siyuan remained silent for a moment before speaking: "Since you have brought a token, you must be someone with some connection to us, so we cannot simply dismiss you."
My husband has gone to Donghuang Kingdom and it will probably be another month before he returns.
Arrange for them to stay in the market area and treat them well. I will inform my husband of this matter when he returns!
"Ancestor, are you saying that Seventh Uncle and the others will return in a month? Could it be that the war in Donghuang Kingdom has already ended?"
Upon hearing the news from Huang Siyuan, Song Linyu's face lit up with joy, and she asked to confirm it.
Upon hearing this, Huang Siyuan smiled and nodded gently, then picked up the spiritual tea on the table and took a sip.
"Yes! My husband and Qingyu sent back news earlier that the Eastern Phoenix Kingdom has successfully repelled the demon army, and they should be on their way back now."
Remember, you must not reveal this to any outsiders. Just say that your ancestor is still in seclusion.
"Rest assured, Ancestor, Lin Yu understands!"
After Song Linyu left, Huang Siyuan turned her gaze back to the talisman in her hand, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
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"Floating Clouds Mountain Range", Qinghe County.
As winter fades and spring arrives, the annual family ancestral worship ceremony takes place every spring when sowing begins.
Not only at the foot of Funiu Mountain, but also in many ordinary villages and towns, gongs and drums resounded and firecrackers crackled.
Located in the "Qilin Pavilion" on the mountaintop, many elders of the Song family have gathered here to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony and pay homage to their family ancestors.
Sitting in the main hall, Song Yuanfang had a full head of white hair and his face was covered with wrinkles.
As early as twenty years ago, he, the eldest elder of the family, had already felt that his energy was insufficient and took the initiative to withdraw from the core of the family's power.
He handed over the heavy responsibility of managing clan affairs to his descendants, Song Yushan, Song Yuping, and others.
He then moved to the back of the mountain, where he could enjoy the company of his children and grandchildren and spend his later years in peace.
Only at this annual ancestral worship ceremony, Song Yuanfang, as the eldest member of the family on Mount Funiu, was present.
Only then would they voluntarily appear at the "Qilin Pavilion" to preside over the ancestral worship ceremony.
Although his lifespan was nearing its end and his vital energy was declining, he had already reached the point where he could walk unsteadily and move with difficulty.
However, Song Yuanfang, the eldest elder of the family, arrived at the "Qilin Pavilion" early as in previous years to prepare to preside over the family sacrificial ceremony.
Once everything was ready, Song Yushan, who was in charge of managing the family's affairs, quickly approached Song Yuanfang and respectfully bowed.
"Elder, the time for the sacrificial ceremony is almost here, as you can see."
"By the way, has any news come back from Qingyun Mountain? Do Seventh Uncle and Great-Aunt have any instructions?"
"Elder, you've forgotten again. Seventh Uncle and Great-Aunt went to Donghuang Kingdom, and we don't know when they'll be back!"
Upon hearing Song Yuanfang's earnest question, Song Yushan quickly smiled and reminded him.
The elder in front of him suddenly realized what was happening and nodded with a smile.
"Hmm! Hahaha."
I guess I'm getting old; I can't remember things anymore.
"Then let's not delay any longer, let's start offering incense!"
After speaking, Song Yuanfang stood up on his own initiative.
Looking at the portraits of past clan leaders and meritorious ancestors hanging in front of him, he walked forward with trembling steps.
Upon arriving in front of the ancestral portrait, Song Yuanfang seemed to have exhausted all his strength and suddenly stopped, reaching out to support himself on the table.
Upon seeing this, everyone's expression changed slightly.
"Elder!"
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"Elder, please take care of your health. How about I take your place this time?"
Seeing that Song Yuanfang seemed to be in poor health, Song Yushan, feeling worried, quickly suggested that he take over and preside over the sacrificial ceremony.
But before Song Yushan could even step forward, Song Yuanfang reached out and forcibly stopped him.
“As the eldest elder, I am still able to walk, so why would I need you to offer incense on my behalf?”
“This is the ancestral hall of our family. We should worship here with sincerity. How can we be so disrespectful?”
"Don't worry, although I'm old, I can still manage!"
"After I'm gone, it will be your turn to take care of these things."
Seeing that Elder Song Yuanfang's face showed a hint of displeasure, Song Yushan, though worried, still refrained from letting go of the other's hand.
Song Yuanfang, whose movements were already very slow, mustered his last breath and knelt before the ancestral tablets.
"Ancestors above, Song Yuanfang, the sixth-generation descendant of the Song clan, leads his clansmen in worship."
We pray to our ancestors for their protection and for the prosperity of our family, ensuring its continuation for generations to come.
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My seventh great-uncle and great-aunt went out to fight against the monsters and have not returned yet. May our ancestors, if they are in the afterlife, bless them to return safely soon.
We, their descendants, will remember the spirits of our ancestors during our annual ancestral worship ceremonies.
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Although Song Yuanfang, the eldest elder of the family, was getting older, he became more and more devout in worshipping his ancestors.
As in previous years, he talked on and on for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before reluctantly getting up with the help of others and sitting back down in a chair.
Subsequently, many elders of the Song family, led by Song Yushan, took the initiative to step forward and pay their respects one by one.
The entire "Qilin Pavilion" suddenly became incredibly lively.
Looking at the many young people busy at work ahead, Song Yuanfang, sitting in his chair with his eyes half-closed, felt a sense of satisfaction.
The Song family has been living in Funiu Mountain, Qinghe County for nearly a thousand years.
The once cautious and timid Qi Refining Clan is no longer what it used to be.
Today, the entire family is thriving, with thousands of cultivators, making it the largest cultivation family in Weiguo and even the entire "Floating Cloud Mountain Range".
Song Yuanfang, who lived to be 600 years old, witnessed firsthand the family's gradual development to where it is today.
Unfortunately, along the way, most of the elders and clansmen who had fought alongside Song Yuanfang have become cold names on memorial tablets.
These are all family members who dedicated their lives to the development of the family.
Many of them did not live to see this moment of family glory.
As his lifespan drew to a close and he entered his twilight years, Song Yuanfang began to lose many memories.
Whether one is a cultivator or a mortal, at this time, it is inevitable to feel lonely.
Only when he sits in the family's "Qilin Pavilion" can he recall these familiar figures who once accompanied him and developed the family together.
As various memories flashed through Song Yuanfang's mind...
Suddenly, a figure stepped out from the bustling crowd ahead and strode up to Song Yuanfang, laughing loudly:
"Yuan Fang, congratulations on your successful Foundation Establishment and becoming a family elder!"
"You are... Uncle Nine!"
Looking at the Ninth Uncle "Song Xintang" who suddenly appeared in front of him, Song Yuanfang was puzzled and was about to step forward to ask him.
Unexpectedly, a group of even more familiar figures suddenly appeared in the crowd and surrounded him.
"Sixteenth Brother, congratulations on achieving your Golden Core! I'll be counting on you to take good care of me from now on."
"Sixteenth Uncle, thanks to your great support and the merit you lent me, Changlin was able to successfully establish his foundation. If you have any instructions in the future, please feel free to tell me!"
"Sixteenth Uncle."
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"Yuan Xue, Yuan Qian, Chang Lin, Xuan Ting, Xuan De, Lin Feng, Yue Qing."
Looking at the many familiar figures that suddenly appeared in front of him, Song Yuanfang couldn't help but feel excited.
For a moment, it felt as if he had returned to hundreds of years ago, when he had just become a family elder.
Although the family was not as powerful as it is now, everyone was united and dedicated to the family.
It is precisely because so many members of the family worked together that the Song family has gradually come to where it is today, becoming the renowned Song Clan.
"Uncle Jiu, rest assured, everything is fine with the family now."
Look, so many younger generations are far more capable than we were back then!
"Yuan Xue, it's all my fault for not taking good care of Chang Yue back then, and I have failed you in your trust."
But don't worry too much. With Seventh Uncle around, I believe he will definitely help her recover in the future.
"You don't know about Yueqing yet!"
"That girl Lin Yu is really promising; she's already successfully formed her core, and her cultivation is ahead of mine!"
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Song Yuanfang got up and came to the front of the group. He chatted and laughed with his familiar family members as they walked forward.
As he walked further and further away, Song Yuanfang realized that he had unknowingly arrived outside his family's "Qilin Pavilion".
At that moment, a figure suddenly flashed through his mind again, and he couldn't help but stop and turn around to look behind him.
Then he saw a figure in a green robe standing in the distance, looking at him with a smile.
"Take care, Seventh Uncle. Yuanfang is leaving now!"
After bowing deeply to the person before him, Song Yuan turned around again, a smile on his face, and strode forward.
"..." (End of Chapter)