Longevity: Comprehending the Heart Method

The Steward hurriedly replied, "The clan’s last contact with Elder Luke was two years ago.

He expressed his immense gratitude for the clan’s help, stating that he had successfully earned the right to forge his Purple Mansion in the trials held by the Ancestral Vein. He would soon enter seclusion to break through to the Purple Mansion realm.

Before he entered seclusion, his son, Song Yulong, was to be responsible for maintaining contact with us.

Elder Luke also said that if he successfully broke through to the Purple Mansion realm, he would fight to secure a larger quota of Foundation Establishment Pills for the clan.

If he failed, he wished for his ashes to be interred in the clan’s ancestral tombs."

After hearing this, the last sliver of hope in Song Changsheng’s heart was extinguished. Even if Song Luke was in seclusion, or had even failed his breakthrough, Song Yulong would never have severed contact with the clan.

’To lose contact completely means it isn’t just Song Luke who’s in trouble. Even Song Yulong and Song Yushi... they’re probably...’

’Right, the Soul Lamp Hall,’ Song Changsheng suddenly remembered. The last time Song Yulong and Song Yushi brought Foundation Establishment Pills back to the clan, they had both left their Soul Lamps in the Soul Lamp Hall.

With this thought, Song Changsheng rushed to the Soul Lamp Hall. He went straight to the Soul Lamps of the two siblings, Song Yulong and Song Yushi, and saw that the faint blue flames were still burning tenaciously.

Seeing this, Song Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also puzzled. ’If the two of them are fine, then how was contact severed?’

His gaze couldn’t help but drift to another Soul Lamp, one that had already been extinguished. This Soul Lamp belonged to Song Luke. However, because too much time had passed, its Soul Power had not been replenished and it had gone out naturally. Therefore, Song Changsheng had no way of knowing if Song Luke was currently dead or alive.

Just then, Song Xianyun, who had heard the news, also rushed over.

"Changsheng, I heard that our connection with the Ancestral Vein has been severed?" Song Xianyun asked, his voice hoarse and urgent.

Unlike the others, returning to the main branch and being recognized by their ancestors was an obsession for his generation, and even for the two generations before them. It held a special meaning for them.

"Yes. Contact with Uncle Luke’s side has been cut off as well."

"Could it be a problem with our Sound Transmission Altar? It’s been almost two hundred years, after all." A sliver of hope still lingered in Song Xianyun’s heart.

Song Changsheng really didn’t want to crush the hopes of this nearly two-hundred-year-old man, but he still shook his head and said, "It’s not a problem on our clan’s end. The Ancestral Vein cut us off unilaterally."

Song Xianyun’s figure trembled slightly as he spoke with difficulty, "We’ve been abandoned again, haven’t we?"

"Perhaps... it’s not certain. Maybe something happened over at the Ancestral Vein. Since Yulong and Yushi are fine, they’ll contact us sooner or later." Song Changsheng hesitated, but his words ultimately turned into a quiet consolation.

In truth, he couldn’t understand Song Xianyun’s complex feelings toward the Ancestral Vein. It could be said that most of those from the generation after the "Xian" generation couldn’t understand either.

Because for as long as they could remember, their parents had told them that they lived in Ling Province, their great ancestor was Song Taiyi, their ancestral land was Vast Mist Peak, and their clan was called the Moon Viewing Song Clan.

Everything they had now was built from the ground up by their forefathers through grueling hardship, carved out piece by piece with their own two hands. They had never relied on anyone else.

As for the Brocade Banner Song Clan, countless miles away, it was a completely foreign name—so foreign that it only existed in the words of the older generation.

In the elders’ descriptions, they were an ancient and powerful Golden Core Family that controlled a vast territory. Their experts were as numerous as the clouds, and their prodigies fell like rain. A single stomp of their foot could make an entire nation tremble.

But such descriptions didn’t inspire yearning in the younger Song Clan Members; in fact, it even stirred a trace of resentment deep in their hearts.

If the Ancestral Vein is so powerful, why is our life so difficult? Why are we left to be bullied by others?

And whenever this was brought up, the clan elders would sigh and tell them, "Because we are sinners. This is all the clan’s punishment for us."

Song Changsheng scoffed at this explanation. Even if the great ancestor Song Taiyi was truly guilty, his sins were paid for the moment he was expelled from the clan.

Later, through the efforts of Ancestor Yunhan, the clan was formally recognized by the main branch. This proved that the Ancestral Vein had once again acknowledged the status of the Moon Viewing Song Clan and forgiven the transgressions of Song Taiyi.

And what was the result? The Moon Viewing Song Clan’s situation didn’t improve in the slightest. Even though they could have solved all our problems just by sending a single Purple Mansion Cultivator, they were unwilling.

These people were just using this as a means to plunder talent because their own clan was suffering from a generational gap.

In Song Changsheng’s opinion, it was fine not to acknowledge these so-called "ancestors." If the connection was broken, so be it. Even if that main clan were to be wiped out, it wouldn’t matter to him.

What he was truly worried about was Song Luke and the others.

Over the years, they had made immense sacrifices for the clan. They were heroes of the clan. Whether they were dead or alive, there had to be some definite news.

Song Xianyun was aware of Song Changsheng’s attitude. He sighed deeply and turned to leave the Soul Lamp Hall, his aged back looking somewhat desolate.

There wasn’t much Song Changsheng could do about the situation. After all, the Ancestral Vein and Daqi were too far apart. After much thought, his only option was to send a message to Zhuang Yuechan, asking her to help find out if some major incident had occurred within the Ancestral Vein.

He didn’t know if it would be of any use. He could only leave it to fate...

Three days later, Song Qingxi returned to the clan and mentioned to Song Changsheng the Growth Spiritual Liquid she had concocted herself.

Song Changsheng wasn’t surprised by this. He had witnessed Song Qingxi’s talent in this area before. The Cyan Plum Tree from Little Cyan Mountain had already been transplanted back and was now planted by Suspended Mirror Lake on the summit of Vast Mist Peak. Every year, it would bear a large quantity of plums rich in Spiritual Qi.

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