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"Hah, hah, hah." The Masked Person could only make hoarse, wheezing sounds, yet his exposed eyes brimmed with mockery.

The fury in Xia Yunxue's heart rose again and again. She said coldly, "Your last chance. Who ordered you to do this? What are you trying to accomplish?!"

The Masked Person revealed an eerie smile. Without any visible movement, his body began to tremble, and foul blood flowed from his seven orifices.

"Hmph!" Xia Yunxue immediately crushed his neck, then tossed him aside like a tattered sack. Before long, he turned into a pool of blood, his divine soul utterly annihilated.

"People of the Blood Demon Lineage." Her face darkened like ink. These remnants of the demonic path were becoming more and more rampant.

It was the first time Song Changsheng had seen such a side of his mother. In his memories, Mother had always been a gentle and virtuous woman.

"Sheng'er, how are you?" Only after Xia Yunxue confirmed that Song Changying was unharmed did she begin examining Song Changsheng's injuries with a face full of anguish.

When she discovered that they were all minor injuries, she held Song Changsheng and sighed in relief as though a great burden had been lifted. She had already lost her husband; she could not lose her only son as well.

Song Changsheng forced out a faint smile. "Mother, I'm fine. It's just that Clan Uncle and the others..."

"It's all Mother's fault. I came too late." Xia Yunxue's heart was filled with self-reproach. If she had been just a little faster, would the outcome have been entirely different?

"This isn't your fault. No one expected these remnants of the demonic path to strike against us. We should collect Clan Uncle and the others' bodies first, lest further complications arise," Song Changsheng softly consoled her.

The two brought the unconscious Song Changying to the place where they had been ambushed. It was already a complete mess, with fallen trees everywhere.

Several corpses lay there in lonely silence.

Song Luding had been cut cleanly in two at the waist, and his bronze tripod had been shattered as well.

Even in death, Song Luzi's eyes were wide with fury. There was a huge hole in his chest, and his heart had vanished without a trace.

Only a headless corpse remained of Song Changjiu. His head was of Unknown Whereabouts, yet even in death, he still clutched a section of Broken Sword tightly in his hand.

Looking upon such a tragic and miserable sight, Song Changsheng felt the world spin around him and nearly lost his footing. Just a few moments ago, they had still been laughing and talking together.

Song Changjiu's foolish grin seemed to remain before his eyes, yet now they were separated by the gulf between heaven and man. He had only been fifteen; his life had only just begun...

"Alas, they shed their last drop of blood for the Lineage. I will report this to the Lineage and seek merit for them." Xia Yunxue sighed faintly. She had already seen too many scenes like this. The Song Clan had truly shed too much blood over the years.

"They're already gone. What use is seeking merit?" Song Changsheng said in a low voice.

"Their families need that merit."

The Song Clan had stood for several hundred years, with great battles never ceasing. That it could still maintain such a high degree of unity to this day was largely because rewards and punishments were clearly distinguished.

The Lineage had never mistreated any clansman who bled and sacrificed for the Lineage.

Song Changsheng nodded silently. He respectfully gathered the bodies of the several men and cleaned up the battlefield. Then Xia Yunxue personally retrieved the children hiding in the cave and brought them back to the Lineage.

The Lineage held a grand funeral for those who died in battle and distributed compensation according to their merits. But the dead were gone; it only offered a little comfort to those still alive.

This demonic cultivator attack shook the entire Lineage. Even the Patriarch emerged from seclusion ahead of schedule.

After the funeral, Song Xianming personally gave the order, dispatching Third Elder Song Luyao and Fourth Elder Song Luhai down the mountain with demon-subduing magic artifacts and disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall to sweep away demons.

They conducted a carpet search throughout the Moon-Gazing Mountain Range and ultimately rooted out over a dozen demonic cultivators. However, they failed to catch any big fish or uncover useful intelligence, and could only return in anger.

None of this had anything to do with Song Changsheng, however. At this moment, he was racing against time to heal his injuries.

Because of his outstanding performance during this mission, as well as his contribution in detecting a Variant Spiritual Root and a Twin Spiritual Root,

the Lineage rewarded him with two hundred Spirit Stones and one Second-Tier Low-Grade Rejuvenation Pill. With the help of the spirit pill, his injuries recovered quickly...

In the courtyard, Song Changsheng slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid qi and said with lingering fear, "With my cultivation, I really can't drink Second-Tier spirit wine whenever I please. Next time, I probably won't be so lucky."

At the time, his consumption had been too great, and having no other choice, he had gulped down several large mouthfuls of the Second-Tier Low-Grade spirit wine Fifth Uncle Song Luzhou had obtained for him.

Fortunately, his parents had laid a solid foundation for him since childhood. His meridians were both broad and resilient, and he had also happened to be in a state of intense consumption.

Otherwise, with the immense spiritual power contained in Second-Tier spirit wine, he would certainly have burst apart on the spot. Even now, the thought still left him frightened.

It could only be said that a newborn calf feared no tiger. It had been Song Changsheng's first life-and-death battle, and once his blood was up, he had thrown caution to the winds.

If he were faced with it now, he definitely would not dare drink so much.

Only after sensing that his injuries had mostly healed did Song Changsheng take out four Universe Bags from his person.

These were the Universe Bags of the four people he had killed back then. He had taken only these and their magic artifacts; everything else had been given to the descendants of Song Luding and the others, as well as Song Changying.

Let's see what I can gain from the first spoils of war in my life. Song Changsheng felt somewhat expectant as he focused his mind and began breaking through the restrictions on them.

Since their owners' bodies were dead and their Dao vanished, he opened all four Universe Bags without much effort.

He looked through the Universe Bags of the two Qi Condensation Fourth Layer demonic cultivators first. They were poor to an outrageous degree, with only fifteen Spirit Stones a total of. Apart from some medicinal pills and ores of some value, the rest was nothing but a pile of junk.

The Qi Condensation Eighth Layer cultivator's family fortune was slightly more substantial. He had fifty-two Spirit Stones, some ores useful for artifact refining, and several demonic path classics.

Song Changsheng directly burned the classics. It was best not to keep such harmful things.

Last came the Qi Condensation Ninth Layer demonic cultivator. He had been a minor leader, and his family fortune was also the richest. He possessed ninety Spirit Stones, along with resources such as medicinal pills and ores, worth roughly close to a hundred Spirit Stones.

At the very end, a Purple Jade bottle caught Song Changsheng's attention.

Purple Jade was relatively precious. When made into a container, it could ensure that spiritual qi would not dissipate for years, and it was generally used to store valuable spiritual objects. This made Song Changsheng all the more eager to know what was preserved inside.

He carefully pulled out the bottle stopper. A strange fragrance immediately wafted out, and after only one glance, Song Changsheng promptly replaced the stopper. He said in delight, "It's actually Earth Milk Spirit Liquid."

Earth Milk Spirit Liquid was a precious spirit liquid produced at the center of an earth vein. After consuming it, one could improve one's cultivation and cleanse the meridians and marrow. It was truly something one could encounter only by chance, never seek by choice.

"It was probably prepared by that demonic cultivator to break through to Qi Condensation Great Perfection." Song Changsheng gazed at the Purple Jade bottle in his hand, too fond of it to put it down.

The Qi Condensation Stage had four bottlenecks in total: breaking through the first layer, fourth layer, seventh layer, and Great Perfection.

Of them, breaking through to Great Perfection was the most difficult and required a long span of time.

However, this process could be accelerated with external aids, and Earth Milk Spirit Liquid was one of them.

"This is just what I need to take my cultivation up another level." Song Changsheng had no intention of saving it until Qi Condensation Ninth Layer.

He was different from these demonic cultivators and Rogue Cultivators. Whenever he needed one, he could simply exchange for a medicinal pill to assist his breakthrough.

That was the advantage of having a Lineage at his back: his starting point was naturally a cut above the rest...