Chapter 358: April st, come to cancel the engagement!
March 30th.

The atmosphere within the Song clan was grim, and everyone was on the alert.

In this environment where the outside was tight but the inside was loose, Song Lin finally got the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time.

After leaving the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, he sneaked into the Song clan and met the Song clan's hidden man named "No. 1".

"You finally came."

An old man was so skinny that he looked like a skeleton, and his loose clothes fluttered in the wind.

"Song Zi An Jiu, receive the order."

The two stood under a large bluestone on the top of a mountain, their figures hidden in the shadow of the bluestone.

"An Jiu, meet the Sword Master."

The old man's body was shaken, and he bowed slowly.

"Get up, what's your name?"

Song Lin looked at the old man's skinny face, his eyes slightly fixed.

He felt a breath that was like a golden body but not like a golden body.

This person's cultivation level is between the Golden Body and the Divine Palace. He seems to be practicing some special skills, which gives people a very strange feeling.

And the reason why he asked this.

Because there is no specific information about the first ten secret agents in the data. Each of them has a very special identity. Except for a certain existence who formed the Songzi Secret Guard, no one in the world knows their true identity.

And today.

Song Lin is finally going to unveil the mystery of 'Dark Nine'.

"I am Song Shiyong."

The old man's words made Song Lin's heart tremble violently.

Song Shiyong.

The head of the ninth branch of the Song clan.

Seventy years ago, he was a disciple of Donglin Xianya, but was expelled from the sect due to poor qualifications. After returning to the family, he gradually became the head of the ninth branch and has been trying to revitalize the family for decades.

A person like him... was actually a spy planted by Donglin Xianya inside the Song clan!
"You betrayed the Song family?"

Song Lin frowned, his eyes flashing with deep suspicion.

As Tao Sanxiao said.

The top ten hidden players can all be trusted unconditionally. But this person is one of the nine branches of the Song family. How can he trust him wholeheartedly?
"I have not betrayed the Song family, nor have I done anything wrong to Donglin Xianya. I just want to..." Song Shiyong looked up at the sky, with a faint layer of moonlight on his face.

He said righteously and sternly: "Purge the Song clan, remove the poison from the bones. Return Cangzhou to a bright and clear world, and seek the immortal chivalrous way in my heart. That's all!"

Hear the words.

Song Lin sneered, "I think it's not just that, but also about restoring the glory of the Nine Houses, right?"

"Of course... that's right."

Song Shiyong's face was calm, without any hint of selfishness.

The Ninth House had been weak for a long time, and he knew the reason very well. This was not just a matter of talent withering, but also concerned the fate of the clan and the destiny of the family.

The hidden story is very complicated.

"You didn't hide anything. Let me ask you a question. The evidence of the Song family's crimes over the years should have been in your hands by the ten of you."

Song Lin said: "To bring down the Song clan, I think I only need to submit evidence and the immortal sect will punish me. Why do you want me to take action this time and make such a big fuss?"

"Because every move of ours is under the surveillance of a pair of 'invisible eyes'. Any abnormal behavior will inevitably lead to backlash. Therefore, we cannot speak. Because there is something different about you and others. Zhou Yuan, Junior Brother Zhou."

Song Shiyong spoke each word with an unmistakable seriousness on his skinny face.

"What is it?"

Song Lin frowned slightly.

The other party really already knew his identity.

But Song Shiyong didn't know that he was Song Lin, the man who would come to cancel the engagement tomorrow and look at the Song family fiercely.

"Destiny."

Song Shiyong looked solemn.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden thunderclap in the sky. The sky above the Song clan was covered with dark clouds, as if a punishment from heaven was about to fall.

His expression suddenly changed, revealing a deep fear, "Some things really shouldn't be said here. The concept of luck is illusory, but it really exists."

"Your fate is very sensitive in this place where the nine dragons of the Song clan gather. But only in front of you do we dare to say those words."

"Why?"

Song Lindao.

"Because of you, because of...the Dragon Transformation Sutra. Because only the things in you can resist that invisible force." Song Shiyong said slowly.

It revealed a secret that had been hidden in the Song clan for seven thousand years.

"Seven thousand years ago, after a catastrophe, the Song clan, which was about to rise, fell from grace and was nearly wiped out. On this day, the founder of the revival, 'Song Xiaoyun', accidentally obtained a copy of the Dragon Transformation Sutra."

"After that, he had nine sons, each of whom was extraordinary. He divided the Dragon Transformation Sutra into nine parts, and each of the nine branches held a copy, which was passed down from generation to generation. He also left a family precept that future generations must not peek at the Dragon Transformation Sutra of other branches, otherwise they would be punished by heaven."

"Thousands of years later."

"The Song family was fortunate to have the mercy of Donglin Fairy Cliff, and has grown stronger again, gradually restoring the glory of our ancestors, and even surpassing the past. But that Dragon Transformation Sutra also bound everyone to the Dragon Elephant Golden Body Realm."

"Some people gradually became dissatisfied with this and wanted to break free from the shackles. In the end... the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth houses all paid a huge price for this."

"Power changes, and is replaced by side branches."

"Only the first and ninth branches have strictly followed their ancestors' teachings for thousands of years and have never overstepped their boundaries."

"But I feel that... the eldest wife is finally unable to bear it anymore."

Song Shiyong's voice echoed in the night.

Song Lin listened quietly, his eyes flashing with thought.

for a long time.

He whispered, "Your Ninth House has fallen to this point, haven't you ever thought of giving it a try?"

"I want to, but I don't dare."

Song Shiyong said: "Each of the nine branches of the Song family has its own ancestral motto. The ancestral motto of the ninth branch is 'be careful to observe the mundane world and be true to one's original aspirations'. I think the restriction of the Dragon Transformation Sutra is to let us observe the mundane world for Donglin Xianya."

"But now, you have changed."

Song Lindao.

"Yes, many people have changed. Everyone changes, and there is nothing wrong with that. But if you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. The Song clan has crossed the red line... But I would like to ask the general envoy not to cut the grass and root it out."

Song Shiyong looked at Song Lin steadily, his eyes full of hope.

however.

Song Lin didn't say anything.

Whether the Song clan still needs to exist depends on the assessment of the upper echelons of Donglinxianya. He is just the one who is responsible for swinging the knife and cannot make the decision.

"Now, hand me the evidence."

Song Lin said calmly.

"Subordinates, obey orders."

Song Shiyong lowered his head and sighed deeply.

Finished speaking.

He turned around and took out a thick book from the large bluestone beside him.

"This is the evidence I have. But these alone are not enough to remove the poison from the Song family. Apart from me, the other eight families, from Secret Eight to Secret One, each have someone who has evidence."

"at last."

"An Yi is in the Dongyang government office, beside the Dongyang governor. You must meet the other eight people tonight and hand over all the evidence to An Yi. Tomorrow, while Song Lin is visiting, under the watchful eyes of the public..."

Talking and talking.

Song Shiyong turned his head away reluctantly, his eyes filled with guilt. After all, he was a member of the Song family.

Although he was dissatisfied with his family's actions and had been suppressed for many years, he also understood the consequences of handing over this evidence.

The sky collapsed.

A huge disaster is about to descend from the sky.

"You'd better worry about yourself. Whether you can get yourself out of this whirlpool tomorrow depends on your choice." Song Lin said meaningfully.

"what?"

Song Shiyong was stunned when he heard this.

Before he could understand the meaning, Song Lin had already turned and left.

This night.

Song Lin hid his tracks and wandered around the important places of the Song clan, and finally met the other eight hidden men.

Compared to the head of the family, Song Shiyong.

The identities of the other eight people are not that scary, but they also hold important positions in the Song family, are just, and have close ties with Donglin Xianya.

therefore.

It makes sense that these people couldn't easily take the evidence out of the Song family.

child time.

Song Lin quietly left the Song family and went to the Dongyang government office. After a series of complicated code checks, he finally delivered the evidence and the list of witnesses to a legal advisor of the Dongyang governor.

This is the end.

That's it.

He could finally go back and rest, waiting for tomorrow's big event.

The night is dark.

Song Lin walked silently on the street, looking at the Song family shrouded in dark clouds in the distance with a complicated and incomprehensible look.

This ancient family that has stood on the land of Cangzhou for thousands of years is finally about to fall.

The ones who overthrew them were not Song Lin or Donglin Xianya, but their own people.

This is the complexity of human nature.

I guess even Song Shiyong himself couldn't tell whether he did these things out of selfishness or for justice.

This night.

Song Lin finally went to the yard where Jian Wuxin was.

The two had an in-depth communication and agreed on tomorrow's affairs. Song Lin finally put aside all his worries and prepared to give it his all tomorrow.

The first day of April.

The much-anticipated day has finally arrived!

As the morning light rises in the east.

The thousand-mile city of Dongyang suddenly fell into a strange silence.

at this time.

In front of the Song clan’s gate.

The noble families, sects, and even people from further afield in Dongyang Prefecture gathered together to watch the excitement. Even the Cangzhou Wang family had several high-ranking and powerful people.

There were countless powerful golden body warriors present.

The story of the Flying Sword Immortal Song Lin in Sanjiang had long been spread throughout Donglin. In this era, the only person who dared to touch the King of Cangzhou was this person in the past hundred years.

Everyone wanted to see what his confidence was based on.

He had just killed the priest of the Cangzhou Wanfa Temple and uprooted the Cangzhou King's team in Sanjiang. Then he openly handed in a visiting card, wanting to single-handedly slap the face of the Song family, a thousand-year-old family.

In front of the gate which is thirteen meters high.

The various branches of the Song clan were already on full alert.

Behind them are the head of the ninth house, Song Shiyong, Song Xiangyu's father Song Chengting, second uncle Song Chengyu, third uncle Song Chengyu...sixth uncle Song Chengyuan, and seventh uncle Song Chengqi.

There are also many younger people.

Song Xiangyu and Chen Wanwan were also among them.

It can be said that almost all the people from the Ninth House came today. The other eight houses only sent out the younger generation of disciples to teach Song Lin a lesson.

"This man is so rude. He said he would come today, but it's already noon and he hasn't shown up yet." A Song family descendant muttered in a low voice.

"coming!"

Suddenly someone said.

"What's coming?"

"He...is here."

Everyone suddenly looked up at the sky.

Golden light emerged.

A figure walking on the morning glow walked towards the sky step by step.

His sleeves fluttered, a red-blooded sword was on his back, his face was as cold as frost, and his eyes were full of a bewitching light. He looked like a banished immortal from the Ninth Heaven, or an evil demon from the netherworld coming to collect debts.

"Song Lin from Sanjiang comes to visit the Song family." A clear voice spread across the clear sky.

this moment.

Song Xiangyu, Song Shiyong, Cang Jiulong and others were all shocked.

A figure emerged from the sky filled with golden light.

Whoosh—thousands of golden lights turned into sword shadows, shining brightly from the sky. It was as if the immortal gods were punishing the Song family and wanted to annihilate them all here today.

In front of so many people.

This person was about to take action without saying a word!
"How brave!"

An angry shout rang out from the crowd.

"You are so arrogant, kid! You are just a country boy whose father and mother died, yet you dare to act so arrogantly in front of the Song Clan!"

"is it?"

A dull voice sounded.

Wow~~The sword light whizzed past, piercing the person who was speaking in the crowd into pieces.

Plop.

The broken body fell heavily to the ground, and streams of bright red blood spread out, staining the steps in front of the Song family's gate red.

quiet!
This flying sword immortal Song Lin has such fierce methods and such a resolute character!
A disagreement caused blood to splatter on the spot.

He killed people in front of countless people, completely disregarding anyone present.

"It is just as the rumors say... This boy is unparalleled in the world!"

"Then let him see what happens when he offends the Song clan."

"I am looking forward to seeing what he can do. With just the realm of the Divine Palace, he can bring down the Song clan with just one man and one sword."

Many people looked at Song Lin in the sky, with murderous intent in their eyes.

They really can't like such people.

One man, one sword, challenging the powerful.

It looks very majestic and seems like he is slapping the face of the Song clan, but in fact he is challenging the entire aristocratic class.

If he really succeeds today.

How many more such peasants who rebel against their superiors will emerge in Cangzhou in the future?

(End of this chapter)