Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily

Chapter 607: Chapter 411: The Eight Innate Meridians, Daughter of the Demon Race! (Double-Length)

Song Changming sat in the carriage, arms crossed, watching the scene at the Zhao Mansion gates.

How familiar this scene looked...

This moment was just like that moment back then.

The incident when he counterattacked and killed a Zhao Clan elder served as a flashpoint, triggering a series of subsequent events that were very much like today’s scene.

The difference was this time he did not need to act as a small character in the spark, and this time, more noble family forces were involved, all here to denounce the Zhao Family.

It was like wolves surrounding their prey.

"Young master, is the Zhao Family going to suffer today?" Su Qingqing, seeing this scene for the first time, couldn’t help but ask.

"Hard to say." Song Changming shook his head and replied.

"After all, the Zhao Family still has a Grandmaster ancestor who wouldn’t just sit and do nothing. It seems that the situation might force the Grandmaster ancestor to come forward, just like last time, and then this matter will be resolved." Outside the carriage, Song Ping’an stood by the window and speculated.

"But in this way, the Zhao Family’s prestige will fall again."

Song Ping’an, having always followed Song Changming, was somewhat aware of the overt and covert struggles among these top noble families and their mutual maneuvers.

In his view, these noble families were pushing step by step, nothing but wanting to accelerate the Zhao Family’s decline, and when the time was ripe, they would pounce and carve up the vast Zhao estate.

The only thing Song Ping’an didn’t expect was the eagerness of these noble families; the defeat of the Demon Race hadn’t been long, and yet they had the energy to ponder internal strife.

Thinking of this, Song Ping’an couldn’t help but curl his lips; the behavior of these noble families was truly the same everywhere.

From Da Han to Da Lai, and now in the Ancient Abyss Country, the noble families’ working style was remarkably consistent.

Once external threats disappeared, they immediately started focusing on their own benefits.

Of course, regarding this matter, Song Changming and the others were pleased to see it happen.

After all, his grievances with the Zhao Family were not yet resolved.

And Song Changming actually knew some inside information.

He had heard from Hu Tomb that the Zhao Family ancestor had possibly been injured by a Great Demon in a previous demon battle.

Before the Black Obsidian had ended, the Zhao Family ancestor had already shut himself off from the outside world, choosing not to come out of seclusion.

He himself was already quite old, not far from that ultimate deadline, and with this injury now, it was unclear if he could recover well.

These noble families teaming up and pressing step by step might also want to see the current situation of the Zhao Family ancestor.

Whether alive or dead at least needed to be confirmed, which might also be a main reason for the noble families’ eagerness.

"How’s it going, are they in yet?"

At some unknown time, Yang Zhen and Xing Tiexin also approached from the street corner, coming to watch the scene by Song Changming’s carriage.

Xing Tiexin looked on with schadenfreude, muttering that the Zhao Family deserved it.

The standoff lasted a while. Even when officials were about to lawfully storm into the Zhao Mansion to arrest people, the Zhao Family’s Grandmaster ancestor was still nowhere to be seen.

Just as Song Changming thought the Zhao Family was about to peel a layer off their skin, suddenly a voice landed there.

"Stop here!"

Simple words made the gathered Shi Clan Members retract their claws, and those officials dared not act rashly anymore.

Simply because the words came from Prince Cui!

"Let’s go, have some drinks." Song Changming invited Yang Zhen and Xing Tiexin to get in the carriage, preparing to leave.

Since Prince Cui had spoken, naturally, today’s matter would not have a result, and the Zhao Family managed to escape another calamity.

"Why did Prince Cui intervene? Prince Cui rarely meddles in past noble family disputes." asked Xing Tiexin in the carriage.

Not being able to see the Zhao Family suffer, he was somewhat discontent.

"Actually, it makes sense." Yang Zhen explained.

After all, the Demon Race had only retreated not long ago, and the Zhao Family had played a significant role in it, and even the Zhao Family ancestor had been injured because of it.

With such merit, it makes sense for Prince Cui to come out and protect the Zhao Family, both emotionally and logically.

Moreover, Prince Cui now also needs a period of peace for reconstruction and does not want to see noble families causing trouble at this time.

"One could only say these noble families picked the wrong time. They should have waited a bit longer, or perhaps they intentionally wanted to test Prince Cui’s reaction..."

Xing Tiexin shook his head after hearing this.

The twists and turns within, the testing each other’s game, listening to it gave him a headache.

Entangled with these noble families, he would rather be on the battlefield fighting the Demon Race for straightforward satisfaction.

The carriage turned another street, Su Qingqing glanced from afar at the distant grand mansion, which was the Changsheng Su Mansion.

However, she just instinctively took a look. The place she once longed to return to, she now had no more attachment to.

The carriage passed through the Second District, heading towards the Song Residence, with only Su Qingqing and Song Ping’an on it.

As for Song Changming, Yang Zhen, and Xing Tiexin, having not met for days, they agreed to go drinking together.

"Hmm!" As Song Ping’an drove the carriage and approached the Song Residence, he suddenly frowned.

He saw the Song Residence’s gate ajar, and more crucially, the talisman array Song Changming had set up at the Song Residence had already failed.

Song Ping’an had a sense of crisis, his first reaction was that someone had forcefully entered the Song Residence, directly and roughly breaking through the talisman array; the visitor was not friendly!

Su Qingqing evidently also noticed something was wrong with the place, leaning out from inside the carriage.

The carriage finally stopped outside the Song Residence, and Song Ping’an had already drawn out a long knife, holding it in hand.

Su Qingqing’s eyes also had a faint pink tinge, raising her guard.

"A thief? Or..."

Just as Song Ping’an was about to call for A Da and A Er from the courtyard, an unfamiliar voice emerged from within the residence.

"Come in."

Upon hearing this, Song Ping’an only felt the uninvited guest was truly arrogant, breaking into others’ homes and yet so calm and collected.

Immediately, he lifted his knife, angrily pushed the gate, and stormed in, with Su Qingqing right behind him.

Although Song Ping’an spent most of his time managing their enterprise, his personal cultivation had not lagged behind too much.

With Song Changming’s support, he had barely broken through to the Innate Realm.

In others’ eyes, he could be considered a Martial Tao expert.

In the courtyard, beside the stone table, a man stood with his back to the entrance, in a calm demeanor, as if he didn’t regard the returning Song Ping’an and Su Qingqing as worthy of notice.

On the ground nearby lay A Da and A Er, as well as Dahuang and White.

This made Song Ping’an furious, but he was relieved after sensing they were only unconscious, their lives not in danger.

"Who are you to trespass into my Song Residence?" Song Ping’an recognized that the person was no ordinary individual, suppressing his inner rage and asked in a deep voice.

The man turned around, a young man in rich attire, handsome and with an extraordinary demeanor.

He only glanced at Song Ping’an, then fixed his eyes on Su Qingqing, having no intention of answering.

Song Ping’an felt the disdain from him, becoming even more infuriated.

The youth, unconcerned with Song Ping’an, looked at Su Qingqing with an examining gaze, and suddenly a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Demon Race girl, dare to return!"

With those words, the air seemed to freeze.

Both Su Qingqing and Song Ping’an instantly understood what the young man meant.

So assertive and confident, the man recognized Su Qingqing at a glance.

Song Ping’an shook his head internally; Su Qingqing’s existence was never publicly disclosed.

Even her name was changed in front of outsiders long ago.

If anyone could recognize Su Qingqing, it could only be her father Su Fengye.

Could it be that Su Fengye revealed it?

Song Ping’an’s thoughts flew wildly, but he showed no signs on his face, stepping forward, standing in front of Su Qingqing, and shouted angrily.

"What Demon Race girl, spouting nonsense, arrest you and see how you explain your actions today!"

The young man slightly frowned and said "noisy."

He then suddenly raised his hand and slapped toward Song Ping’an.

Immediately, the massive gang qi transformed into powerful palm force, sweeping toward Song Ping’an.

He acted without hesitation, not caring that they were in the city, with no regard.

Song Ping’an, startled by the other’s great strength, knew it was not good.

Just as the pink light in Su Qingqing’s eyes blossomed, a figure descended from the sky, blocking in front of them.

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