Chapter 543: Supernatural Powers

Zhang Rong, with two foundation-building monks, followed Song Qingming's direction and chased northward for more than 300 miles, but he still couldn't see Song Qingming and the demon king. A little worry arose in the hearts of several people.

"We have already crossed the Liushui River, but we still haven't seen Senior Song. Could it be that we got the direction wrong!"

"Brother Hu is right. There is no trace of fighting along the way. It is indeed a bit strange. It is also possible that Song Qingming did not catch up with him and returned to Tuoyun Mountain first. We just missed him because we were in the wrong direction!"

Hearing what the two said, Zhang Rong looked ahead with a serious expression and said, "Go another 20 miles forward and see. If we still can't track him, let's retreat first!"

As soon as the three finished speaking, a green light suddenly lit up in the sky, and soon Song Qingming's figure appeared in front of them.

"Hello, Senior Song!"

In front of Zhang Rong and the other two, Song Qingming immediately returned to his usual condescending state as a Jindan ancestor. He nodded slightly and asked calmly, "Why are you three here too?"

"Brother Lin is a little worried about the demon king's tricks, so he asked us to follow him to see if you need help."

Song Qingming glanced at Zhang Rong and said calmly, "This is just an external demon king. I just beat him back. He probably won't come again in the future."

"Haha! Senior, you are so powerful, we admire you!" Seeing that Song Qingming had easily beaten him back, Zhang Rong and the other two breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"I'm going to the sect to buy some spiritual objects and will be back in a few days. You can go back first!"

Song Qingming didn't pay much attention to their flattery. After giving an order, he directly set up the flying boat under his feet and turned into a white light and disappeared on the spot.

"Farewell, senior!"

Looking at the direction where Song Qingming left with a respectful look, Zhang Rong and the other two retracted their gazes after a moment, stepped on the flying sword and quickly left here.

Two days later, in Tuoyun Mountain Market, Xianfeng Tower.

This restaurant was opened by the Song family cultivators after the reconstruction of Tuoyun Mountain Market. In order to facilitate the cultivators to know the background of this store, the signboard used is still the old brand of Song family Qinghefang.

When Xianfeng Tower first opened, because the market had just been built, the casual cultivators in Tuoyun Mountain did not know much about the Song family far away in Qinghe County, and the business was not very good.

Later, Huang Siyuan really couldn't stand it. Xianfeng Tower on Tuoyun Mountain was so bleak, so she went to the restaurant in person to give some instructions, and used her identity to help promote it on Tuoyun Mountain, which gradually made the restaurant's business improve.

As the number of independent cultivators in Tuoyun Mountain gradually recovered, Xianfenglou has become one of the best-performing restaurants in the market, and the restaurant is bustling every day.

One day, a young woman in red walked into Xianfenglou. She looked around the door excitedly and was about to walk to the counter in the middle of the restaurant, but was stopped by a waiter in the restaurant.

"Haha! Sir, do you want to eat?"

The woman in red nodded slightly when she heard this.

After confirming the other party's intention, the waiter immediately said, "Don't blame me, sir. The downstairs of our store is full and there are no vacancies. The only room left is the private room upstairs. It may be a bit expensive for you to go up there alone. Do you want to go to the back hall to have a cup of tea first? I will call you when there is a vacancy. How about that?"

"No problem! I have plenty of spiritual stones. Let's go upstairs."

Seeing the red-dressed woman speak so generously, the waiter immediately smiled, thinking that this was a big customer, and respectfully led the way in front of her and said, "Okay! Please go upstairs first."

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Funiu Mountain, Song Family Meeting Hall.

Song Qingming looked at the various spiritual wines, spiritual teas, and some delicious spiritual fruits pickled by the late cultivators that had piled up in front of him, and praised Song Yuanfang with satisfaction.

"Seventh Uncle, these have been stored in the family's treasury as you instructed before. I asked them to move them here. Don't worry, I have personally checked these, and there must be no problem with the quality."

Hearing Song Qingming's praise, Song Yuanfang's face was also a little surprised. These spiritual objects in front of him were all collected by Song Qingming a long time ago and Song Yuanfang was instructed to use the power of the family. Many of them are rare categories that are now difficult to find in the market.

Before, Song Yuanfang thought that Song Qingming asked the family to hoard these materials and take them to other markets to earn a sum of spiritual stones. As a result, they have been kept in the family treasury for 10 to 20 years, and Song Qingming still has not received the next instruction. Even Song Yuanfang himself almost forgot about these things.

This morning, after Song Qingming returned to Funiu Mountain, he did not go anywhere. He directly said that he would take these things with him, which made Song Yuanfang nervous for a while.

Fortunately, the elder who was in charge of the family's gold storage did not neglect this matter, and there was no problem with the things when they were taken out just now. Otherwise, seeing that Song Qingming now attaches so much importance to these spiritual objects, if there was any problem with this, I am afraid I would not be able to avoid punishment today.

Thinking of this, Song Yuanfang felt relieved, but also somewhat puzzled. What on earth was his Jindan ancestor going to do with all these low-level spiritual objects?

If he wanted to earn some spiritual stones, all these things in front of him would only be worth a few thousand spiritual stones at most. With the current status of the Song family, it was not worth it for his ancestor to worry about this personally.

But if he wanted to give them to someone, the person who could make Song Qingming spend so much time on them must be at least a person of his generation. Giving these low-level spiritual objects to a Jindan ancestor was a bit too disrespectful to him.

However, Song Yuanfang's mind was always clear. Although he was very confused about this matter, he would not ask too many questions on his own initiative. He just wanted to do his job well.

Song Yuanfang, who had been in charge of the family for so many years under Song Qingming, naturally knew his ancestor's character very well. If Song Qingming was willing to tell him, he would know it quickly without him asking. If it was something that Song Qingming was not convenient to say, he would probably make the ancestor unhappy if he asked rashly.

Song Qingming nodded, waved his hand and put all these things into his storage magic tool, and then said: "Yuanfang, I will take these things away first. You can prepare some more and put them in the gold storage first. I may need them again. You just need to know about this, and don't make a big fuss to attract attention."

"Well! Seventh uncle, don't worry, I know what to do."

In the Xianfeng Tower, Tuoyun Mountain Market.

A smiling Song shopkeeper, holding a plate of freshly made fragrant spirit fish, carefully walked into a private room on the second floor.

After placing the delicacy on the table, the waiter introduced it to the red-dressed woman in front of him with a flattering look: "Sir, this is a signature dish of our restaurant, Cuiyun Crucian Carp. Please try it first. It is a rare delicacy on Tuoyun Mountain."

The red-dressed woman picked up a piece of fish and gently put it into her mouth. After a moment, in the waiter's expectant eyes, she shook her head slightly and said: "I have eaten this in Qinghefang before, and it seems to taste a little worse than before."

Hearing the red-dressed woman's words, the waiter asked in surprise: "Sir, are you from Qinghe County too? Haha! These spiritual fish are not kept in large quantities in Tuoyun Mountain. They are basically transported from Qinghe County. They may taste slightly worse than what you have eaten in Qinghefang.

But don't worry, our Xianfenglou is a store opened by the Song family. Our reputation is absolutely guaranteed. We will never serve those low-quality things. These spiritual fish must be alive and kicking before they are put into the pot."

"Are you also a cultivator of the Song family?" The woman in red did not care about the quality of the spiritual food on the table. She put down her chopsticks and asked another question.

"Sir, you have misunderstood. I am just a casual cultivator, not a cultivator of the Song family. However, I have worked in Xianfeng Tower for many years, and I am considered half a cultivator of the Song family here. If you want to know something about the Song family, I can really tell you!"

The waiter's name is Wang Zhou. He was originally a casual cultivator with low cultivation in Tuoyun Mountain. Since he got into Xianfeng Tower a few years ago and gained a foothold, Wang Zhou has gained some status among the many low-level casual cultivators in Tuoyun Mountain because he can get in touch with the cultivators of the Song family nearby. When he heard Huo Feng mention the Song family, Wang Zhou immediately became excited.

"Oh! Since you know the Song family so well, then tell me about it!" The woman in red said, and took out a few spiritual stones and placed them in front of the waiter.

Seeing the spiritual stones on the table, Wang Zhou nodded with joy and put them in his arms. After respectfully pouring a glass of spiritual wine for the woman in red, he stood aside and began to talk about some things he knew about the Song family.

"To talk about the Song family, we must first talk about the ancestor of the Song family who now lives on the top of the mountain. Back then, the Song family was just a small Qi-refining family."

"After the ancestor of the Song family formed a pill, he became even more powerful. Just a few days ago, a powerful Jindan demon king came down from our Tuoyun Mountain and almost broke through the market formation, alarming the ancestor Song who was still in seclusion on the top of the mountain.

After the ancestor Song came out of seclusion, he fought with the demon king for hundreds of rounds at the foot of the mountain. The demon king was beaten and fled, begging for mercy. The ancestor Song chased him for thousands of miles before giving up. I heard that the unlucky demon king had one of his claws cut off by the ancestor Song. He will definitely not dare to come to Tuoyun Mountain again in the future." After Wang Zhou finished speaking, he still maintained a look of admiration for the ancestor of the Song family he mentioned.

After listening to Wang Zhou's somewhat exaggerated story, the red-clothed woman first showed a hint of surprise on her face, and then immediately recovered.

"Oh! Is that so? Then this Patriarch Song is really amazing."