Commander Qu, Jian Xu Bows His Head (4000-word normal update)

After seeing Peng Siying off, Song Changsheng looked at the two tokens in his hand, a smile appearing on his face. These were both vital resources for the Song Clan's future.

With these, and once the Four Realms Alliance had been established to secure the external supply channels Peng Zhenxiong had promised, the Song Clan would truly have laid foundations to last ten thousand generations, completely crossing the divide between social classes.

"It hasn't been easy." Song Changsheng sighed faintly. An impulse suddenly rose in his heart—the desire to make a trip to the Soul Lamp Hall.

To meet the family's ancestors and tell them of the clan's current state. Six hundred years, nine generations succeeding one another, shedding their heads and spilling their hot blood—they had finally endured until the clouds parted and the moon shone through.

"I only hope that your spirits in heaven may continue to bless the clan."

Song Changsheng meditated quietly for a period of time. When he opened his eyes and looked at the heavy darkness outside the window, he summoned the deacon standing guard outside the hall and asked, "Is Jian Xu still waiting at the foot of the mountain?"

The deacon responded respectfully, "Reporting to the Patriarch, he is still waiting at the foot of the mountain. But he is not alone. There is also a Purple Mansion Great Cultivator named Zhang Ming waiting below. He has been kneeling there ever since the Golden Core Ceremony ended."

"Zhang Ming?" Song Changsheng swept out with his Divine Sense, his brows furrowing slightly. "Didn't we tell him to leave?"

He had heard of this man as well. He was a Rogue Cultivator who had come from the Great Xiao Cultivation World, drawn by Song Changsheng's reputation to attend the Golden Core Grand Ceremony. Limited