Chapter 726 - 470: Cultivation Advancement, Martial Arts Advancement! (Double - )_2

Chapter 726: Chapter 470: Cultivation Advancement, Martial Arts Advancement! (Double Chapter)_2

On the other side, in the Changsheng Gu Clan Mansion in Feng Province.

Outside a pavilion, Su Fengye was also gazing at the moon, his expression calm, surrounded by silence.

"Brother Ye, I’ve convinced my cousin in the clan, as well as my father. They’ve agreed to go to Yun Province with me! For you, to avenge the Su Family!" Gu Xinyue suddenly approached and said.

Throughout this year, she had noticed that Su Fengye remained silent and unhappy, and she understood the pain in her husband’s heart.

Therefore, she had been quietly working hard to persuade the Gu Family to help Su Fengye avenge this extermination of their clan!

Hearing this, Su Fengye looked at his wife in front of him. Although she had little Martial Tao strength, she was stronger and more resilient than most women, not as fragile as she appeared.

She always thought of him, even after experiencing great changes, remaining by his side through life and death.

Compared to Gu Xinyue’s unwavering devotion to him, he only felt a deep sense of guilt inside.

Holding Gu Xinyue’s small hand with some tenderness, Su Fengye softly said, "Xinyue, now that we’re far from Yun Province, I want to leave the past behind and wish to hold your hand, cherishing each day we have together."

Gu Xinyue trembled all over, never expecting Su Fengye to say such things, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Would you be willing to?" Su Fengye asked.

"I am willing," Gu Xinyue said with gratification.

Su Fengye embraced her, also closing his own eyes.

Everything from the past, he only wished it would all vanish like the wind. From now on, without the Su Family, he only wanted to live for himself, no longer letting down the person in front of him.

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After drinking with Hu Tomb and talking through the night.

The next day, Song Changming discussed plans for an outing with Su Qingqing.

Su Qingqing was, of course, very happy. There was nothing more joyful than traveling with the young master.

Little Phoenix also expressed its desire to join them.

Since its bloodline evolution, it changed from its previous lazy style, becoming more energetic, flying around without settling down.

Su Qingqing had already started helping to choose places for the outing, while on the other side, Song Ping’an came in holding a Black Crow and saw Song Changming.

"Young Master, a message has arrived."

Seeing the Black Crow, Song Changming immediately understood whose message it was and took it at once.

The Black Crow was quite large, its black eyes cautiously watching the human-filled environment.

Song Changming gently tapped the Black Crow’s head, akin to inputting a fingerprint, and the Black Crow recognized the person in front of it, spitting out a small iron tube from its mouth.

Inside the iron tube, there was a letter.

Opening the letter, the writing was not particularly neat.

The first line’s content was, "To my dear brother, open personally."

Currently, most of those who contacted him used Communication Jade Scrolls.

This primitive method of sending messages via birds was something only his two brothers would still do.

Especially this Black Crow, it was almost the exclusive messenger bird of his elder brothers.

There was a period when he had no contact with his two elder brothers, and it wasn’t until the Black Crow arrived that they were in touch again.

Since then, every two to three months, the Black Crow would shuttle messages back and forth, letting Song Changming know his brothers’ whereabouts and their safety.

It’s been several years like this.

Glancing over the letter’s contents, Song Changming’s gaze slightly concentrated.

This time, it wasn’t just ordinary family chatter or reporting their safety, but there was something else written.

The two brothers, while excavating in An Province for the Yin Stone needed for cultivation, discovered a blood/body encased in ice in a cold cave.

It appeared to be of the Human Race, but they could still tell that the being, like them, was an Undead corpse!

They inadvertently found the first other Undead corpse besides themselves.

"An Undead corpse, huh..." Song Changming mused.

He already knew that this Undead corpse was the result of practicing a mutant version of witchcraft and transforming into this state.

Since Song Changping and they could find this one Undead corpse, there was a high probability there were more Undead corpses.

Unclear about the nature of relationships between Undead corpses, Song Changming thought for a moment and wrote back to remind his two brothers to be cautious.

They should not be careless just because they shared the same Undead identity.

At the same time, he also asked them to help him find items related to the Witch Race, with a particular focus on the Witch God Stone Fragment he had obtained.

That Witch God Stone Fragment had given him the Witch Refining Technique and many witch seals he could use to cultivate.

But this was just one fragment of the Witch God Stone, and the Witch Race’s heritage within it was incomplete.

He wished to make significant progress in the Witch Race’s cultivation system and go further. To do that, he needed to obtain more Witch God Stone Fragments to piece together a complete set of Witch Race heritage.

He had always kept this matter in mind, but, unfortunately, he had been searching in vain.

The Witch Race hailed from the Ancient Era, so far in the past that it couldn’t be measured in specific numerical years, resulting in very few related clues surviving to this day.

Currently, the only clue he had related to the Witch Race was the Undead corpse.

Now, he could only hope that his two brothers, far away in An Province, would bring him some good news.

He placed the written letter back into the tube and returned it to the Black Crow.

The Black Crow opened its long beak, and like pecking at an insect, it swallowed the tube back into its belly.

"Go," Song Changming gestured with a wave of his hand, and the Black Crow was sent coursing through the air by him, quickly vanishing into the horizon.

Afterward, Song Changming took Su Qingqing and the Little Yellow Bird out for their adventure, with the White Bird, serving as his eyes, closely following them.

For those capable of flight, traveling thousands of miles was instantaneous, and choosing a destination for their adventure was no difficulty.

The journey itself was the key, providing relaxation and spiritual enrichment for Song Changming.

The destination was not important; what mattered was the process along the way.

Very quickly, Song Changming and his companions left Cui Bai Dao behind and slowed their pace.

The land of the Nine Provinces in the Ancient Abyss Country was rich with spiritual soil, where numerous wondrous and unique sights constantly emerged, there was never a lack of places to explore.

Song Changming, moments ago, was strolling through a Land of Spirit Bamboo and Clear Rain, and the next moment, he was rowing a bamboo boat across a giant Spirit Lake.

"How long has it been since I’ve relaxed like this..." Sitting on the bamboo boat, Song Changming spoke softly to himself, a gentle smile on his face.

Ever since arriving in the Ancient Abyss Country, he was constantly accompanied by a strong sense of crisis, so he rarely had the chance to be idle or complacent.

It wasn’t until he reached the Grandmaster Realm last year that he felt the pervasive sense of crisis start to dissipate significantly.

Additionally, this year’s annual rewards further enhanced his strength, allowing him to finally entertain the thought of relaxation.

"Outsiders will never fully understand the young master’s diligence!" Su Qingqing couldn’t help but agree when she heard Song Changming’s sigh.

In her eyes, Song Changming was indeed more diligently committed to cultivation than most Martial Artists, and over the years, she had never seen him treat cultivation carelessly or perfunctorily.

Though already immensely powerful, Song Changming remained humble and chose to continue cultivating peacefully, able to endure loneliness and suppress ambition.

This was one of Song Changming’s greatest traits that Su Qingqing admired.

"Qingqing, I’m diligent too." Little Phoenix nestled in the bamboo boat, disliking the cold lake water around them, suddenly spoke pridefully upon hearing Su Qingqing.

"When it comes to eating, drinking, and sleeping, you indeed qualify as diligent," Song Changming teased. ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

If the Little Yellow Bird’s routine of eating and sleeping qualified as diligence, then the word surely had a pejorative meaning.

"Changming, I haven’t been slacking off," Little Phoenix protested, flapping its wings in discontent, small flames flickering from its mouth, warming the air on the bamboo boat.

Whether it was the flame in its mouth or its influence on the surrounding air, all were subject to Little Phoenix’s emotions.

When its emotions flared up, it was prone to losing control.

This only indicated that it had not yet mastered control over its internal firepower.

Thus, Song Changming often taught the Little Yellow Bird that maintaining composure was key to resolving problems.

If one could face the collapse of a mountain without bat an eye, that would suffice.

Unfortunately, Song Changming’s teachings in this regard had minimal results.

"Okay, you haven’t been slacking," Song Changming conceded.

Eating, drinking, and sleeping were part of the Little Yellow Bird’s routine cultivation, of which Song Changming was aware.

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