Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Yulou, where's Qingya?"

Song Jianxu flew in front of Jing Yu and asked in a deep voice.

Jing Yu lowered his head and whispered, "Master, Qingya fell in the Dinggu Secret Realm..."

"what?!"

Song Jianxu felt as if struck by lightning, his body trembling slightly, a look of sorrow emerging on his face:

"Who did it?"

Jing Yu was helpless. He was in front of everyone, so he naturally couldn't reveal the truth. However, he was afraid that Song Jianxu would be too sad after hearing the news, which would make his already exhausted body even worse. So he could only choose his tone and say:

"Qingya accidentally fell into an ancient killing array, and was struck by lightning and fire..."

At this time, the Zhang and Wang families, having received the signal, emerged one after another from the huge bronze gate in the Dinggu Secret Realm. Zhang Gengshi hurriedly approached Zhang Qingmang and Wang Fujia and reported what he had seen and heard in the secret realm:

"Song Qingya accidentally triggered the killing array and died. This was witnessed by dozens of fellow Taoists in the hall..."

Wang Fujia waited and waited, but Wang Xieqing and his group did not show up. Even the Wang family's golden elixir that was originally sent to meet them was nowhere to be seen. His heart gradually sank, and he hurriedly asked:

"My dear nephew, have you seen the crab?"

"He is going to hunt down Ye..." Zhang Gengshi's eyes fell on Jing Yu in the distance. Seeing that he was unharmed and looked normal, he suddenly thought of a possibility. He suppressed his deep fear under his calm face and stopped talking abruptly.

Wang Fujia was also secretly nervous at this moment, but he never thought that his own Jindan Zhenren would also encounter trouble in the secret realm:

"Could it be that I was harmed by these three people... No, there's no spiritual energy fluctuation near the Xingsha Islands. If I activated the formation in advance, it would definitely be noticed. Such a large-scale battle can only be aimed at me or Fellow Daoist Qingmang. Is it overkill to deal with a mere low-grade Jindan early stage cultivator?"

Song Jianxu calmed down and whispered, "Yu Ze has already returned to the clan. You can come back with us first."

As he spoke, he used his magic power to roll up Jing Yu, and then turned into a beam of light and flew towards Xingluo Island.

Gong Zhengyu and Master Black Tiger looked at each other and followed.

They flew for several hours before returning to Xingluo Island. Song Jianxu returned safely. Gong Zhengyu and Master Heihu, thinking of the death of the direct descendant of the Song family, knew that it was not the time to disturb them, so they said goodbye and left. Song Jianxu took Jing Yu and walked towards the Song family ancestral hall.

"Father-in-law!"

"Grandpa!"

Sun Baiyuan and Song Jinghong saw Song Jianxu return, their expressions solemn, and they quickly came forward to greet him:

"Qingya's soul lamp... is extinguished."

Song Jinghong looked sad: "It happened about half a day ago. Now the bloodline is in chaos. Several elders have cried themselves to death..."

"The branch sects and non-branch monks haven't said anything yet. They've all been as quiet as chickens, fearing that the innocent will be affected and bring bad luck to the main sect monks!"

"What are you panicking about?" Song Jianxu said gloomily, waving his sleeves.

"Stand outside the ancestral hall, no one is allowed to enter!"

Then he pulled Jing Yu into the ancestral hall. The formations here were layered one after another. It was almost the most secure place in the Song family except for the library and Song Jianxu's retreat room. Naturally, there was no need to worry about being peeped at by others.

Song Jianxu stared intently at Song Qingya's now extinguished soul lamp, holding the bamboo tube containing the Qingling bamboo divination sticks, with a solemn expression:

"Strange... I used the soul lamp to follow the trail and divine Qingya's fate. Logically, even if it was a dead person, the hexagram should be accurate. Why is it so unclear now?"

"Is the secret concealed by a cultivator of a higher realm?"

"Master." Jing Yu said softly.

"Friend Ye, has Qingya really fallen?" Song Jianxu asked hesitantly.

"At that time, the battle array was full of killing arrays, and under the simultaneous release of thunder and fire, Qingya disappeared in an instant." Jing Yu said slowly:

"At least... Qingya is missing for the time being."

Song Jianxu was also a smart man, and he almost immediately understood what Jing Yu meant:

"But what did you gain in the Dinggu Secret Realm?"

Jing Yu took out a storage bag and released the remains of the two immortals, Zhang Ning and Song Wangshan.

"I was just about to show it to the real person."

"Forget Mountain!"

Song Jianxu shed tears, stroking the extremely ugly face of his most promising grandson, and muttered:

"Bleeding from all seven orifices, his internal organs shattered and he died! What on earth happened in the secret realm back then?"

Jing Yuyan said, "A Nascent Soul flying zombie flew out of the secret realm. It was dressed in an orange robe, tall and handsome, and the magical powers it used were quite similar to those used to summon spirits..."

Song Jianxu's body trembled, and he immediately understood Jing Yu's hint: "Summoning gods and ghosts! It's a blessing..."

"Qingya, him?"

In just this moment, the great master who was famous for his divination in the Red Dust Sea suddenly felt all his strength drained away. He fell to the ground dejectedly and said in despair:

"The hexagram of the Song family's prosperity turns out to be exactly like this in the Dinggu Secret Realm!"

"There's nothing wrong with the divination I made..."

Then he set his sights on Zhang Jia Zhenren: "Both of them were killed by Yuanying flying zombies, no wonder!"

"Master..." Jing Yu was a little worried about Song Jianxu and called out softly.

Song Jianxu waved his hand lightly and said weakly:

"No need to say more."

"Now that Qingya has apparently passed away, the hope of the Song family's direct lineage rests entirely on Jinghong alone. But in fact, I still have higher hopes for you."

"Friend Ye, how long will it take you to perfect your foundation-building realm?"

Jing Yu thought about it and felt that it would only take about seventeen or eighteen years of hard work, but he still said cautiously:

"About twenty years."

"Twenty years... that would be good." Song Jianxu forced a smile. "What a talent! You are much younger than Jinghong, but you have surpassed him. Twenty years from now, Jinghong will probably just be able to start forming a pill."

Then he handed Jing Yu a bronze key and whispered, "This is the key to the formation on the fourth floor of the library. It contains a very high-level secret technique for condensing mana pills. It is second to none in the entire Red Dust Sea and is almost as good as the immortal clan's secret treasures. Go and get it yourself."

"Thank you for the teachings, Immortal." Jing Yu was looking for this secret technique of making elixir. He took the bronze key solemnly and bowed to leave.

Only Song Jianxu was left in the ancestral hall. This old Taoist priest, with an extremely aged face, sat cross-legged in front of Song Wangshan's remains, gently stroking the lines on the remains' skin and muttering:

"Wangshan...it was Grandpa who harmed you."

"If you were born in the Feng family, you would have already formed a fetus by now."

"The Song family is in turmoil right now, and Grandpa, for the sake of the family... can't even give you peace!"

After saying that, Song Jianxu flipped his hand and took out a short blade that shone with silver light. He pointed it at Song Wangshan's chest and abdomen and slashed it down mercilessly...