Chapter 198: Success or Failure

A month ago, after Uncle Nine Song Changxin went to Duanliu Mountain, the affairs of the family's Cangjin Pavilion could only be handed over to Fifth Aunt Song Changling to help manage. After Shi Chun came, Song Qingming quickly convened a family meeting and asked him to serve as the family's guest elder to assist Song Changling in managing the affairs of the Cangjin Pavilion in Funiushan.

Because of the matter of upgrading the spiritual vein, the spiritual stones and more valuable spiritual objects in the family's Cangjin Pavilion had long been emptied, and the Song family also owed a lot of merits to many cultivators of the Song family. Now, every spiritual stone that has just been received is basically just passed through the Cangjin Pavilion, and will be immediately exchanged for merits. It will take at least a few years for the Cangjin Pavilion to slowly recover.

Uncle Nine Song Changxin was originally a hard-working cultivator who loved to practice. He had never paid much attention to the management of the Cangjin Pavilion. In addition, after he left, Fifth Aunt was a little too busy to manage this area. The accounts of the Cangjin Pavilion have been a bit messy in the past few months, which also gave Song Qingming, who took over the management of the family affairs, a headache.

Fortunately, after Shi Chun took over the matter, it took him less than a month to sort out the messy accounts. Now there are books for checking every account of the family and the merits exchanged by the monks.

Song Qingming has always been very impressed with Shi Chun's personal ability. When he first met him in the Floating Cloud Mountains, Song Qingming had already seen this, which was the main reason why he took the initiative to invite Shi Chun to the Song family.

With Shi Chun's not particularly outstanding cultivation, he can lead the demon hunting team deep into the dangerous Floating Cloud Mountains all year round, which fully proves his command and management ability. This alone is enough to make Song Qingming look at him with new eyes.

After wandering for half his life, Shi Chun finally had a fixed spiritual vein to practice after coming to the Song family. He no longer had to fight monsters for a little spiritual stone needed for practice. He was also very grateful to Song Qingming in his heart. As long as Song Qingming ordered him to do something, he would basically do his best to do it. During this period, he took the initiative to give Song Qingming a lot of suggestions on how to better manage the Cangjin Pavilion.

For Shi Chun, he knew that his hope of building a foundation in this life was not high. It would be good for him to have a quiet place to practice in a sheltered place. The current Song family just met his needs, which was also a win-win situation for both parties.

Moreover, he had agreed with Song Qingming before joining that if he was unhappy in the Song family in the future, he could leave the Song family at any time as long as he got Song Qingming's consent and handed over the affairs in advance.

Since the battle of Duanliu Mountain, the several major foundation-building families in Qinghe County have temporarily restored peace, and Qinghefang has also returned to its lively state a year ago, and the entire Song family has also slowly entered development.

On this day, Song Qingming was discussing the matter of the Treasure Pavilion with Shi Chun in the family meeting room. Song Xinhu, who had joined the family law enforcement team, suddenly ran in in a hurry.

"Grand Elder, it's not good." As soon as he entered the door, he saw Shi Chun was also here. Song Xinhu, who had just opened his mouth, stopped talking and held back his words.

Song Qingming saw it and hurriedly said in a stern voice: "Elder Shi, you are already a guest elder of the family. As long as it is a family matter, you can speak directly."

After listening, Song Xinhu nodded awkwardly and continued to say: "Grand Elder, the clan leader, the clan leader has come out of retreat. Uncle Thirteen asked me to call you to go over and take a look."

"Has he come out of retreat? When did this happen? How is Uncle Six? Is he still in the cave?" Upon hearing the news that Song Changfeng had come out of retreat, Song Qingming's face instantly became a little nervous, and he quickly opened his mouth and asked several more questions.

Song Xinhu shook his head and said, "I don't know the specific situation yet. When I went to check in the morning, I found that the restrictions in the sixth uncle's cave were suddenly looser than yesterday. I quickly notified the thirteenth uncle about this. Just now, the thirteenth uncle and the fifth aunt forced the restrictions to open and enter. Only then did they find that the sixth uncle had fainted inside and was bleeding a lot. That's why I hurried over to call you."

After listening, Song Qingming immediately took Shi Chun and others to the cave of Song Changfeng in the back mountain.

As soon as he walked in, Song Qingming saw the thirteenth uncle Song Changxiong and the fifth aunt Song Changling, who were frowning and checking Song Changfeng, who was still unconscious on the bed.

At this moment, although most of the blood on Song Changfeng's body had been wiped clean, it was still easy to see from his pale face that this must be caused by his excessive blood loss.

Seeing Song Qingming coming in, Song Changling stood up with a heavy heart and said, "I have checked it. Two meridians in Changfeng's body are seriously damaged. I am afraid it will take more than ten years to slowly recover. Fortunately, his cultivation foundation is relatively solid. Although he failed to break through this time, his life is still safe. I have helped him take the cooking pill. I estimate that he should wake up in two days. I think Xinhu will have to work hard for the next two days. Stay here and take care of the clan leader!"

Song Xinhu, who has always been obedient in front of several elders, hurriedly smiled and nodded to agree to this matter. After he went up the mountain, because of the relationship with the great elder, many cultivators in the clan, including Song Qingming, took good care of him. If he had a chance to repay these elders, he would naturally not refuse.

Hearing that Song Changfeng was not in danger of death, Song Qingming finally felt relieved. To be honest, he had been worried about this matter since Song Changfeng went into seclusion. Now that the dust has settled, he finally breathed a sigh of relief after knowing the specific situation.

Without the foundation-building pill, only a small number of people can survive after the foundation-building fails. As long as the people are still alive, it is a good result for them.

Three days later, Song Changfeng, who had been in a coma for several days, finally woke up safely.

After hearing the news, everyone in the Song family went to his cave to visit the patriarch who dared to risk his life to build the foundation. Song Qingming also came to his cave early in the morning.

Seeing Song Changfeng, who was still a little weak lying on the sickbed, talking and laughing with several fellow cultivators of the same generation, talking about the dangerous process of his foundation-building this time, Song Qingming did not interrupt them after hearing it, but sat aside and listened carefully with a smile.

Before coming, he thought that this failure would be a big blow to Song Changfeng, and he was thinking about how to comfort him. Unexpectedly, this sixth uncle, who had taken over the position of clan leader for less than ten years, had already faced his failure calmly and walked out of the haze of failure.

"Sixth uncle, I think you might as well write a detailed experience of building the foundation together with the real experience of this foundation building, and the experience I sorted out before."

Hearing the suggestion made by Song Qingming, Song Changfeng nodded and said: "Qingming, I just happen to have this idea. Now I just need a long time to recuperate. I am afraid that I can't go down the mountain to work for the family again. I can use this time to write a foundation building book of our Song family for future generations to learn from.

I failed to build the foundation this time, and the experience was indeed very dangerous. It can be said that I walked through the gates of hell. If I don't write about the severity of this matter, there will definitely be clansmen who are as lucky as I was at the beginning, and they will lose their lives here in vain."