Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Actually, calling this an ancestor worship is a bit of a misnomer. After all, the ancestor of the Song family is still alive. What ancestor are we worshipping?"

Song Jianxu gathered his sleeves and sighed, "Speaking of it, this is the case with all Jindan families. Jindan cultivators have such long lifespans that their descendants often die several times, leaving the top tablet in the ancestral hall hanging empty. It's just the elderly sending off the young."

He looked at the few tablets in the row below the empty space and sighed.

Although Song Jianxu had many children, seven in total, unfortunately none of them were outstanding. Only three of his children barely reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the remaining four were just mortals without even spiritual roots.

By the third generation, many promising cultivators emerged, and there were several cultivators in the late foundation-building stage. Among them, Song Jinghong's father, Song Jianxu's grandson [Song Wangshan], was even a top-grade golden elixir cultivator. Unfortunately, he died while traveling a hundred years ago. Otherwise, the Song family would not be in such a lack of successors today, and Song Jianxu would not have to place all his hopes on Song Jinghong alone.

Jing Yu stared at the portrait of Song Wangshan and found that this grandson of Master Song was short and fat with an ugly face. He did not look like a direct descendant of a righteous family. Instead, he looked more like an evil cultivator who ate humans and refined souls. He was very different from the immortal Song Jianxu.

Song Jinghong noticed Jing Yu's confusion and whispered, "Brother Ye, you may not know this, but Jinghong's grandfather was once a renowned handsome man within the Song family. Unfortunately, an accident in his early years caused an external evil to enter his heart, resulting in the development of a pair of yin-yang ghost pupils. His vision differed greatly from that of ordinary people, and even his aesthetic sense was distorted. As a result, he married an extremely ugly woman, none other than my grandmother... and they were very much in love."

"This also caused my father and aunt to inherit my grandmother's ugly appearance..."

Jing Yu suddenly understood and nodded: "I see."

However, he had other thoughts in his mind that he hadn't expressed publicly: "Although Song Wangshan's appearance is hideous, it's still within the normal range. Song Jinghong, on the other hand, has begun to show signs of being inhuman. I'm afraid it's because of the evil spirit that has entered his body due to the companion ghost... Although having such a companion ghost can make his combat power surpass that of cultivators of the same level, it also comes at a real price."

Then he turned his head to look to the side, but it was a portrait of Song Jinghong's aunt, Song Jianxu's granddaughter [Song Wangchuan], who was also the first wife of White Ape Master Sun Baiyuan!

"hiss……"

Jing Yu was prepared after all, and he just took a breath of cold air in his heart. The spiritual painter hired by the Song family should strive for authenticity, so his brushstrokes are really impolite. Song Wangchuan looks a little uglier than Song Wangshan. Although he still can't compare with Song Jinghong, he is already the limit of ugliness for ordinary people.

"No wonder Master Song has so many prejudices against Master Bai Yuan!"

Sun Baiyuan doesn't have any Yin-Yang ghost pupils that distort his aesthetic sense. Although he is the son-in-law of the Song family, he is now a Jindan Zhenren. After his wife passed away, he took in several beautiful concubines. It is obvious that he has a normal aesthetic sense.

I don't know why he became the son-in-law of the Song family back then, but I think marrying a woman like Song Wangchuan might not be his will.

Rumor has it that Song Wangchuan had a rather bad temper during his lifetime. Jing Yu doubted that Sun Baiyuan could have had any deep feelings for his first wife. Did he harbor any resentment towards such a woman, having married into the Song family to pursue his Golden Core path, and living day and night with her? Only Sun Baiyuan himself knew.

Jing Yu put himself in the situation for a while. If he were to switch places with Song Wangchuan, sleeping in the same bed with him and having children, he would probably not be able to stand it for even a day. Even if he had the destiny of [longevity], he would have developed a demon in his heart long ago!

"After all, the root of the problem lies with Song Jinghong's grandfather..."

Jing Yu secretly raised his eyes to look at Sun Baiyuan who was standing beside him with a calm expression. This White Ape Master just stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the portrait of his late wife Song Wangchuan, but his eyes were out of focus, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Brother Ye, guess what Sun Baiyuan is thinking right now?"

A rather playful voice turned into a thread and escaped into Jing Yu's ears. He looked up suddenly, only to see Song Qingya holding a stone sword, his lips moving, staring at him with a smile.

"How could I know what White Ape Master was thinking?" Jing Yu replied using a secret sound transmission method. "Qingya was transmitting his secret sound in front of the two Golden Core Masters, so he wasn't afraid of being overheard."

"What are you afraid of? The old ancestor and Sun Baiyuan are both incompetent in the way of music and cannot intercept the sound transmission. They are not Yuanying Zhenjun with opened [ears] and do not have the ability to receive all sounds. You can chat openly."

Song Qingya said leisurely, "When Sun Baiyuan was still a Qi training cultivator, he was surrounded by a group of demonic cultivators in an island market. He was about to die, but an old ancestor who was passing by saved him."

"After Sun Baiyuan established his foundation, he found the Song family. Seeing that he had a clean background and a good reputation, the clan accepted him as a guest official."

"He was handsome, hardworking and honest, and was favored by Grandma Wangchuan, who begged the ancestor to marry him into the Song family."

"The ancestor couldn't persuade Grandma, and was also afraid that Sun Baiyuan wouldn't agree. If he forced it, it wouldn't be sweet, and instead would cause trouble, which wouldn't be good. So he asked Sun Baiyuan for his opinion."

"Unexpectedly, Sun Baiyuan agreed readily, and he and his great-aunt got married soon after."

"The clan's attitude towards Sun Baiyuan at that time was exactly the same as that of Big Brother Ye now. They all felt that this person, for the sake of his path, could endure things that ordinary people could not. If he gained power in the future, he would definitely turn against the Song family."

"Of course, considering Sun Baiyuan's aptitude, although it's considered good among casual cultivators, it's still not considered a Golden Core Seed. Who would have thought that later on, due to fate, several direct descendants of the clan who had high hopes for him failed to successfully form a Golden Core, but he succeeded instead."

"Brother Ye, tell me, what was Sun Baiyuan thinking when he agreed to marry Grandma Wangchuan?"

"Is it to continue the path, or to repay the life-saving grace?"

Jing Yu was silent for a long time, then replied:

"As they say, actions are more important than the heart. No one is perfect in the world... At least Master White Ape has been cautious and dedicated to the management of the Song family over the years, and hasn't done anything out of the ordinary. Isn't that enough?"

Song Qingya said solemnly, "Yes, at least he can't find any fault with it right now... We'll talk about the future later."

After saying that, Song Qingya turned his head and pinched three incense sticks in his hand. He blew on the incense sticks, and suddenly a line of fire flew out, lighting the three incense sticks. He closed his eyes in front of the tablets, holding the burning incense sticks in his hands, and prayed something in his mouth.

I don't know if it was Jing Yu's illusion, but the wispy smoke from the incense stick in Song Qingya's hand seemed to transform into a ghost face in the air, sticking out its tongue at the stunned Sun Baiyuan...