Mysterious mirror hanging high

"what happened?"

Song Jianxu was moved and walked into the main hall, only to be greeted by Sun Baiyuan, followed by a group of sad-looking Song family cultivators. Sun Baiyuan looked up at the old immortal who rushed in quickly and whispered:

"you are back!"

"Who died?" Song Jianxu asked anxiously.

Sun Baiyuan hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "It's Song Yigui."

At this time, several direct lineage cultivators came up and knelt on the ground crying bitterly.

Song Jianxu was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze for a moment.

Song Yigui was his only living child, and Song Jianxu had always been extremely fond of him. Even if Song Yigui was too partial to the direct line cultivators, as long as he did not go too far, Song Jianxu would often turn a blind eye.

Although he knew that his son's life span was about the same as his, he was still afraid that his son would pass away before him in just a few days. Even though Song Jianxu was nearly 800 years old and had seen life and death many times, he couldn't help but close his eyes and shed tears after a while.

"Father-in-law, please accept my condolences." Sun Baiyuan stepped forward to comfort him, but saw Song Jianxu's body trembled, his eyes closed, and he fell down in an instant.

"Real person!"

Not only Sun Baiyuan, but even Jing Yu behind him was startled. They hurried over to check, only to find that Song Jian was almost out of breath and his body collapsed all of a sudden.

Although Song Jianxu is a Jindan cultivator, logically speaking, his body should not have any major problems until the last moment of his life. At most, he will just look older.

Perhaps it was because he had stayed in the underground tomb of [Yuhua Cave] for too long, and the dark energy on his body had not yet dissipated. He also suffered the pain of losing his son, and his body, which had little time left to live, suddenly entered the dying stage.

Song Jianxu was the pillar of the Song family. Seeing the pillar collapse, the monks of the Song family in the hall suddenly became noisy and chaotic. Some wanted to go forward to check, some blocked the door of the hall, and there was even a pessimistic one who anticipated the worst possible situation. His face turned pale in an instant and he sat down on the ground.

"No one is allowed to leave the hall!"

Sun Baiyuan's voice and expression were stern at this time. He flicked his sleeves and closed the door of the hall tightly. The cultivators in the hall were sure that if anyone dared to leave the hall at this time, Sun Baiyuan, the good man who had been the head of the family for many years, would really kill people!

Then he sat down cross-legged, checked Song Jianxu's breath, and suddenly his face changed drastically.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jing Yu hurriedly used his spiritual sense to investigate, but he was also stunned on the spot: "Dead?"

"Just died like this?"

Song Jianxu in front of him was completely dead and obviously dead.

"This……"

A huge sense of unreality enveloped Jing Yu. He had lived in the Song family for nearly thirty years, and had been with Song Jianxu day and night, receiving a lot of guidance and instruction. Although they were not master and disciple, they had the relationship of a master and disciple. But now he was not even very sad, he just felt it was a bit absurd.

Sun Baiyuan was silent for a long time, and took out a coffin that was originally used to hold refined corpses from his storage bag. He placed Song Jianxu's remains in it, and his eyes swept over the cultivators of the Song family. When the cultivators met his gaze, they all lowered their heads, wondering what they were thinking.

He finally fixed his gaze on Song Yuze and said in a deep voice:

"Take the token and go invite the young lady, who is still in seclusion, to the main hall!"

"Before the eldest lady arrives, no one is allowed to leave the hall, no one is allowed to use the sound transmission talisman, and no one is allowed to reveal a single word in any form to the outside world!"

Jing Yu's heart sank. "We can't keep the news secret... but there are so many cultivators from the direct and branch lines in the main hall, all the backbone of the clan. And it's also Song Yigui's funeral, so people will ask about everything. How can we keep it a secret for too long?"

"We can't just detain someone who comes to ask questions in the hall. After a while, I'm afraid anyone will see that something is wrong!"

"Besides, Sun Baiyuan urgently summoned Song Jinghong at this time. At best, he wanted this only direct descendant of the family to take charge of the overall situation and discuss countermeasures."

"But what if you think the worst?"

It's not Jing Yu's fault for having such dark thoughts, but the human heart is really hard to predict. Even after so many years of getting along, Sun Baiyuan has always behaved well. Jing Yu is 60% to 70% sure that this White Ape Master is not a person who is keen on fighting for power and profit, but times have changed!

"Duke Zhou feared the spread of rumors, and Wang Mang was humble before he usurped the throne..."

Jing Yu pondered deeply, "I wonder if White Ape Master is Duke Zhou or Wang Mang?"

Not long after, Song Jinghong and Song Yu hurried into the hall. Song Jinghong, wearing a white mask, saw the coffin in the middle at first sight.

"Uncle, great-grandfather really..." Song Jinghong tried to calm himself, but his temples were still throbbing and his brain felt like it was about to explode.

Sun Baiyuan stood up and took a step forward, shocking Song Jinghong so much that he subconsciously took a step back. His expression froze, and then he realized that he was in an awkward position. He stopped moving and said in a deep voice:

"Now, the Zhang and Wang families have spies all over Xingluo Island. Maybe even the Great Immortals of the two families are stationed not far away. If they knew that the Immortal was dead, they would definitely attack the Song family."

"Even with the support of the Golden Core Formation, I am only a low-grade Golden Core cultivator in the early stages. If Zhang Qingmang and Wang Fujia gather a few more Golden Core True Immortals, I won't be able to hold out for long."

Jing Yu frowned and asked, "How long can it last?"

Sun Baiyuan glanced at him and said slowly, "An early Jindan cultivator has insufficient mana. If three or four late Jindan Great True Immortals continuously attack the formation, even with spirit stones and elixirs to replenish their mana, they can only hold out for two or three days at most."

"In this short time, the help from Master Black Tiger and Master Gong may not arrive in time!"

"Master Black Tiger hasn't gone far. Can we use the communication talisman to summon him back?"

Sun Baiyuan said bitterly, "The speed of the communication talisman may not be faster than the escape speed of a late Jindan cultivator... But of course we have to send the talisman for help, and send more than one to avoid being intercepted. But we must not put all our hopes on this."

"Report, the incense and candles for Lord Yigui have been prepared. Should they be sent directly to the mourning hall or..." At this time, a cultivator in the Qi training stage came to the main hall to ask for instructions. Seeing such a scene, he was shocked.

"Deduct it first!"

Two cultivators immediately escorted the Qi-cultivating cultivator back to the hall. Seeing this, Song Jinghong couldn't help but frown: "If they keep detaining him like this, it won't be long before all the cultivators on Xingluo Island will be crowded into the meeting hall!"

"Two or three days..." Jing Yu was still thinking about what Sun Baiyuan had just said. He frowned and said, "It's barely enough."

"What's enough?"

"Of course it's the golden elixir!"

Jing Yu said as a matter of course: "Master White Ape, just hold on for the next two or three days. Jinghong still needs to be polished for a while. There is no rush. I will form the pill right away!"