Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily

Meanwhile, just as Song Changming and the others were discussing, the Song Residence had also received the news of Prince Cui’s return.

"Ancestor, although we eliminated that Hu Family’s lad, Prince Cui might not just swallow his anger; if he completely turns the tables and breaks with us..." A Su Family Elder Grandmaster said.

He worried that their retaliation had been too intense and feared provoking Prince Cui into reckless madness, which could be counterproductive.

"Hmph, unless he wishes to perish along with all the Hu Family members, he will calm down and realize how ridiculous his past mistakes were!" Su Dong Pill, sitting at the head seat, snorted indifferently.

"Ultimately, he himself caused the death of his family member."

"Indeed, now that the ancestor is overseeing matters, I doubt he would dare to act rashly," another elder grandmaster from the Su Family said with a smile, apparently not overly concerned.

Su Dong Pill glanced at Su Gongming.

"Tomorrow, go to the Prince’s Mansion and make him return all the confiscated materials without any deductions."

"Yes, Ancestor." Su Gongming agreed.

That night, in the ancestral hall of the Hu Mansion, a coffin lay horizontally, containing the corpse of Hu Donghuo.

Prince Cui sat cross-legged in front of the coffin, having been sitting like this for a long time.

"This king has wronged you..." Suddenly, Prince Cui sighed deeply and murmured.

"Rest assured, this king will not let your death be in vain!"

On the other side, after leaving the Prince’s Mansion, Song Changming first checked on the condition of his subordinate Nineteenth Army and completed the military handover with Xiao Peibai, the acting commander.

The Nineteenth Army was well, with all the outposts outside the city only having one army suffer calamity that night, visited by a Great Demon.

"If possible, I should find a way to enhance the Rune Protection Array at the outposts." Having one army as a lesson, Song Changming had more thoughts on the security of his subordinates’ outposts.

He did not expect the array to completely fend off a Great Demon, but it should at least withstand for a time, allowing for aid from the main city to arrive, preventing the outpost from being completely destroyed and the soldiers from being massacred.

In this regard, his own Talisman Tao attainments were still insufficient, and he could only later ask the Prince’s Mansion’s chief Talisman Master Elder Qian for assistance.

After inspecting the troop outpost, Song Changming returned to the Song Residence to rest.

Although numerous events had occurred over the past few days, Song Changming’s daily cultivation tasks remained uninterrupted.

Especially after experiencing an Imperial Banquet, witnessing the contemporary Human Race geniuses and strong warriors from various places, and then returning to confront the intensified conflict between the royal family and the Changsheng Su Family.

Song Changming, amidst the turmoil, could not afford to slack off for even a day.

"What will happen tomorrow, I wonder..." Song Changming changed into casual clothing, sat at the bedside, pondering to himself.

Tonight felt like a moment of deathly silence before the storm.

Whether it leads to a war with the Changsheng Su Family entirely depends on whether Prince Cui can endure this grievance.

Moreover, he personally was already bound to the royal faction, and if it really broke into a fight, he would undoubtedly stand with Prince Cui, wielding the sword against the Changsheng Su Family without hesitation.

Not to mention, he had a personal vendetta with the Changsheng Su Family.

"Unfortunately, it’s not yet time to break through to the Grandmaster Realm; the situation’s changes came too early..."

Song Changming looked at the unperfected Opening Mansion Technique on the panel and the noted 40% base success rate, shaking his head, talking to himself.

It can be said that plans never keep up with changes.

The development of this situation also far exceeded Prince Cui’s expectations.

At present, without breaking through to the Grandmaster Realm, the help Song Changming could offer to Prince Cui was certainly not as substantial as anticipated.

At most, he could only be treated as an ordinary Grandmaster-level aide, with nothing special.

While the Changsheng Su Family, unlike other top noble families, presumably had martial arts grandmasters so numerous they can’t be counted on one hand.

In contrast, with the death of Hu Donghuo, the royal family side was left with only Prince Cui and Hu Tomb as martial arts grandmasters to be utilized as powerful forces.

In terms of paper strength, the royal family was clearly at a disadvantage.

Once it started, it was uncertain whether Prince Cui had any contingencies to remove the biggest tumor on Cui Bai Dao swiftly.

Thinking of this, Song Changming sighed lightly again.

"If only I could borrow assistance from Emperor Yun at the Imperial Banquet..."

In the Imperial Capital Cloud Emperor City, elite soldiers and martial arts grandmasters were abundant, and if Emperor Yun truly wished to deal with a mere declining Changsheng Su Family, it would be effortlessly easy.

Unfortunately, this would not be proper according to protocols.

Once titled king, Emperor Yun no longer meddled in the large and small matters of the fief, entirely relying on the titled king’s ability for development.

This is the very significance of being titled king, to share the emperor’s burdens, not to have the emperor resolve their troubles, which would be putting the cart before the horse.

If the titled king’s achievements consistently ranked low, showing unfavorable development, it would only prove the titled king’s inability, and for Emperor Yun, it only required replacing them with a more capable titled king in position.

The emperor only cared about the final development results of Yun Province everywhere, not the process.

The Changsheng Su Family was also evidently quite aware of the relationship between imperial authority and royal authority, which is why they dared to engage in such exploitative acts.

For the Changsheng Su Family, they only needed to ensure that the development of Cui Bai Dao barely met the emperor’s requirements, avoiding extreme practices, to remain worry-free.

The next morning, at dawn.

Prince Cui still sat cross-legged in the Hu Family Ancestral Hall, guarding Hu Donghuo’s corpse.

Suddenly, a family retainer entered quickly, seeing Prince Cui still sitting motionlessly in yesterday’s spot, showing some worry, but still respectfully reported.