Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily

He knew that once Song Changming dared to openly retaliate against the Su Family, the Changsheng Clan, which most valued family reputation, would certainly not tolerate it.

At that time, even if Prince Cui stepped in, it would be hard to mediate.

Although Prince Cui was strong, in the end, the influence of the imperial throne was not as powerful as it was before the fragmentation of Ancient Abyss Country.

Moreover, the foundation of the Changsheng Clan is exceedingly deep, like an ancient tree rooted deep in the earth for thousands of years, even though Prince Cui is one of the Thirty Six Kings of Yun Province, he still cannot shake it.

"What does Prince Cui want from me?" Song Changming’s expression returned to calmness, and he retorted.

Hu Tomb pursed his lips, took two small steps closer, and began to speak slowly.

"The day of mastery of martial arts, the Su Family shall perish!"

Song Changming’s face remained calm as water, but he was quite astonished by Hu Tomb’s words.

"Did Prince Cui say this?"

"Yes."

"..."

The wind on the high wall grew ever colder, and Song Changming read some implications from Hu Tomb’s words.

It was an unspoken intent to kill!

If these words were not meant to dismiss him, then it could only prove that Prince Cui early intended for the Su Family to perish!

"Surprised?" Seeing Song Changming become silent, Hu Tomb suddenly showed a bit of a smile.

"Yes." Song Changming was indeed surprised by Prince Cui’s attitude.

"Originally, there was no Changsheng Family in Cui Bai Dao, the Su Family moved to this place before the fall of Yuan Province, at the end of the day, they are just outsiders."

Hu Tomb’s gaze turned profound, looking at the distant horizon, he continued speaking.

"This outsider, by chance, was exceedingly strong and ambitious, suppressing the imperial authority of Cui Bai Dao at the time, becoming the actual ruler of the area, extracting resources from all of Cui Bai Dao to restore the Primordial Qi of the family.

Even the Prince Cui of that time was controlled by them, unable to resist in the slightest, this situation lasted for hundreds of years, until the Su Family began to decline, the new Prince Cui came to power, and slowly regained authority bit by bit."

Song Changming listened quietly, this past was actually a little-known secret.

Before this, he had only heard that the ancestral land of the Su Family was originally not in Yun Province, but he hadn’t expected there to be such a fierce conflict between imperial power and the Su Family.

"Later on, our Great King took office, on the surface, my Hu Family and the Su Family coexisted harmoniously, but in reality, we never ceased to be wary of the Su Family, if one day..."

Hu Tomb’s words came to an abrupt halt, but the meaning intended for Song Changming to understand had already been conveyed.

Prince Cui stood in the same position as him, had long had thoughts of cutting down the Changsheng Su Family.

But Prince Cui still had considerations from various aspects, currently unable to drop the blade.

Song Changming now possessed strength close to that of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, increasingly valued by Prince Cui.

The so-called day of mastery of martial arts, to put it more plainly, means hoping that when Song Changming officially becomes a Martial Arts Grandmaster in the future, he can play a major role in this matter, assisting him in wiping out the Su Family!

"Changming, endure a bit longer." At last, Hu Tomb looked at Song Changming, trying to persuade him.

"I can endure, but this matter needs someone for me to vent my anger on." Song Changming said in a deep voice, not intending to just let it go.

Hu Tomb wanted to say more but seeing Song Changming’s determined attitude, he no longer insisted.

Days later, during the night.

Two shadows quietly left the city, flying towards the distance, only descending upon a wild mountainous place.

Su Jizi frowned, glancing around, his gaze finally fell upon the person in front of him.

The figure was wearing a set of tattered black robes, concealing his face.

"Where is the item?" Su Jizi asked.

But the figure did not reply, he just slowly removed the hood he was wearing, revealing a somewhat pale face.

It turned out to be Zhao Boqi, the Patriarch of the Zhao Family, who was imprisoned in the dungeons!

At this moment, Zhao Boqi no longer had the former dignity of a Patriarch, his whole being was dispirited, his aura had weakened to a low point, showing that he had clearly been harshly tortured in prison.

Faced with Su Jizi’s question, Zhao Boqi did not reply, he instead spoke to himself.

"No wonder the Changsheng Family has such vast divine techniques, that even one like me, a person carrying sins was able to be rescued from prison..."

"Hmph, enough nonsense, hurry up and hand over all the treasures of your ancestor you spoke of, if anything is missing, I will make you miss those days in the dungeon greatly!" Su Jizi impatiently snorted coldly.

"My Zhao Family has worked hard for your Su Family, yet with a few words, you could save all of my clan members, why do you stand by and watch them die!" Zhao Boqi suddenly glared angrily, questioning Su Jizi.

"You!" Su Jizi didn’t expect the other party to suddenly explode like this, he faintly realized something was amiss.

Just now, the other party was still humble like dust.

"What do you mean!"

Zhao Boqi’s face became more sinister, staring deadly at Su Jizi.

"Since you will not save my Zhao Family, I must save myself! You want the treasures of my Zhao Family? They’re all here!"

With his words falling, Su Jizi finally noticed a third presence appearing at the scene.

Someone stepped out from the hillside not far away, moonlight casting down, revealing a pitch-black silhouette.

"It’s you!"

Su Jizi was shocked, unable to believe that the person who appeared was a familiar face he would never forget.

A young, handsome appearance, a slender physique, dressed in a neat black outfit, with a long saber at his waist as white as a feather.

The figure had extraordinary elegance, as if descending from the bright moon.

This person was none other than Song Changming.

Song Changming raised a finger.

Clang!

The cold saber at his waist unsheathed of its own accord, carrying the shimmering frost of the moon, instantly pointing straight at Su Jizi’s face.

Su Jizi shouted loudly, unleashing his innate qi aura.

Although he was not a Martial Arts Grandmaster, his innate qi aura filled his nine martial veins, making his strength outstanding below the Grandmaster level.

But Song Changming’s strike was unstoppable, easily breaking through his layers of qi aura barriers.

Su Jizi suddenly panicked, drawing his sword to parry, yet he was forced to retreat repeatedly by the thrust of the saber.

Seeing the Spirit Saber gaining the upper hand relentlessly, Su Jizi immediately turned his hand to take out a talisman, fiercely slapping it onto his sword blade.

The talisman instantly unleashed a stronger force, finally sending the Spirit Saber flying.

At this time, sweat had already appeared on Su Jizi’s forehead, blood beads were even dripping from the tip of his nose.

Had he been slow by a few moments, the Spirit Saber would have pierced through his face, shooting out the back of his head.

But now, for him, the danger was far from over.

In fact, the true crisis had just begun!

Song Changming flew forward, raised his hand to grasp in the air, causing the Spirit Saber to fly back into his hand.

He then forcefully slashed down from above with the saber!

Relying on his cultivation strength, Su Jizi lacked the confidence to withstand Song Changming’s strike, and without hesitation, he slapped out three more talismans.

Instantly, three layers of golden light enveloped in front of him, barely isolating the terrifying Sword Might after which he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, his expression quickly turned to terror again.

Just because his three layers of talisman golden light were cleanly shattered under Song Changming’s Sword Might.

"No!" Su Jizi was overwhelmed with immense fear.

He suddenly recalled that Song Changming had previously counter-killed the Zhao Family Ancestor, who was indeed a true Martial Arts Grandmaster!

Without time for further thought, in the next moment he just felt the world spinning, his consciousness began to fade.

In the end, he seemed to see his own headless corpse fall to the ground, blood pouring abundantly from the severed neck.

He also saw Song Changming take his Heaven and Earth Ring and the Su Family Spirit Sword.

The last thought was the realization that he was truly dead.

Dead so rashly in the wild, killed by someone with no background.

At this time, the Changsheng Blood within him was utterly useless, even until death he never had the chance to say another word to Song Changming.

From the meeting of the two to the decisive victory, to the fatality, it all happened within a single breath!

The Cold Saber froze the spilled blood beads, the blade flawless, circled around Song Changming as if alive, before flying back into its sheath, the chilling saber cry finally coming to rest.

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