Chapter 419: Song Family Planning! Night Raid!

"Has my grandfather's condition really deteriorated to this extent?"

Hearing this, Zhou Tong couldn't help but frown, instinctively asking:

"Are there no other treatment options? If we need specific heavenly treasures or rare medicinal herbs, I can have the Zhou family help gather them."

The Zhou family behind Zhou Tong was also an eighth-rank Master Zongshi clan, though not as historically ancient or deeply rooted as the Song family.

But when it came to collecting heavenly treasures, they could still lend some assistance.

"No need."

Song Feng shook his head and sighed, "That's Wu Yuan's conclusion."

"Wu Yuan's conclusion? Then there really is no way." Zhou Tong paused slightly, then sighed as well.

Wu Zhou, a ninth-rank Wu Sheng-level psychic, possessed an A-rank healing psychic ability.

If even he said there was no solution, then there truly was none.

"It's just a pity my grandfather's talent—had his injury not been so severe, had it not damaged his foundation."

"He wouldn't have been unable to hold on at this age."

The higher a psychic's rank, the longer their average lifespan.

A seventh-rank Master-level psychic can typically live to about 150 years.

An eighth-rank Master Zongshi-level psychic lives roughly around 200 years.

As for those above, the ninth-rank psychics, no one knows the true limit of their lifespan.

After all, humanity has only had psychic abilities for just over two hundred years since the Reawakening of Yuan Energy.

No ninth-rank psychic has ever died of old age, passing away peacefully in their sleep.

"So what should we do next?"

Zhou Tong couldn't help but speak up, her expression filled with concern.

Elder Song Daoyuan was the soul of the Song family; if he passed away, the entire Song family would inevitably suffer.

"Contract our sphere of influence, abandon all industries we should let go of."

Song Feng said gravely, "Also, have the Glory Battle Squad withdraw from the main demon lair activity zones."

Elder Song Daoyuan of the Song family rose to prominence over eighty years ago and possessed an S-rank psychic ability.

Though his rank was merely eighth-rank peak, his strength had declined due to his injury.

Yet his actual influence was equivalent to that of a ninth-rank Wu Sheng.

With this elder alive, many of the Song family's industries received deference from other factions and clans.

Even the Glory Battle Squad, cultivated under the Song family's patronage,

could operate in wilderness zones rich in rare flowers, herbs, and heavenly treasures.

But now, the Song family, including him, had only two eighth-rank Grand Masters.

And the highest-ranked among them was merely eighth-rank mid-tier.

After the elder's death, under such mismatched leadership, the Song family's industries would inevitably suffer setbacks.

Rather than wait for that, it's better to shrink proactively—it would reduce losses.

"In the end, it's still our younger generation's fault—we've been unambitious. Over the past few decades, the family hasn't produced a single S-rank psychic."

"Not even the highest-ranked among us reached beyond eighth-rank mid-tier. How shameful."

Song Feng gazed out the window, his gaze deep and distant.

"Which psychic clan has ever remained prosperous forever? For our Song family, to still have two Grand Masters at this point is already fortunate."

Zhou Tong, however, took it in stride.

And indeed, the truth was exactly that.

Eighth-rank Grand Masters were not easy to achieve.

Many great clans that rose decades ago had only a single Master Zongshi—like my own Zhou family.

"Speaking of talent, Xiao Yun's boyfriend is truly impressive."

He possesses an extremely rare SS-rank psychic ability, and his cultivation talent is also exceptionally high.

If he remains with Xiao Yun in the future and reaches the eighth-rank Master Zongshi realm, our entire Song family will benefit.

Our scale of development might even surpass what we have now!"

Song Feng said with a faint smile.

An eighth-rank Master Zongshi with an SS-rank psychic ability carried a deterrent power comparable to an ordinary ninth-rank Wu Sheng.

"It's just a pity that we don't know how long it will take Xu Jingming to become an eighth-rank Master Zongshi."

"Until then, we can only choose to contract..."

The Song family estate was vast, with three villas alone.

One villa was for the Qiu Yun family's personal use; the other two were for guests and relatives.

Xu Jingming resided in one of the guest villas.

At 11 p. m., Qiu Yun had already returned to the main villa, but Xu Jingming was still in the training room.

He wore only shorts, wild Lei Ting leaping across his bare upper body.

His entire body was drenched in sweat, his hair completely soaked.

"Shiiii!"

He shifted his step, thrusting forward with the Flowing Cloud Golden Edge Spear, its shaft wrapped in golden Lei Ting!

Boom!

A sonic boom erupted, releasing terrifying energy fluctuations.

Immediately afterward, he stepped forward and swept the spear horizontally in a continuous motion.

Swish—

Compared to before, this thrust was very slow, yet it carried an immense pressure!

After reaching the fifth tier, with Xu Jingming's full-power SS-rank Doushen Shenlei infusion, the Flowing Cloud Golden Edge Spear could reach a staggering weight of twenty tons!

At this moment, his ability was kept at half-infusion, the spear's weight maintained at around ten tons.

Only this way could it serve as training.

Just like that, in this rather narrow training room, Xu Jingming's figure would at times blur into a golden phantom.

At times it would solidify, and every thrust seemed to carry terrifying might.

The Deep Blue system could allocate points to levels and combat techniques, but in the end, Xu Jingming himself still had to master their use.

Therefore, when he wasn't in the wilderness zone.

He would almost every day set aside an hour or two for this kind of basic training, to keep his feel.

"Compared to an Elementalist's methods, this kind of close-quarters combat really is what gets the blood pumping the most.

No wonder last time I went to find Teacher Su, she was also practicing her sword in the gravity room."

Swish—

After another thrust, the spear was stored into the spatial ring.

"It's about time. I'll take a shower, then go to sleep.

Stayed up all night last night studying manuals, can't pull another all-nighter tonight..."

Ten minutes later, Xu Jingming, fresh all over, left the bathroom and walked into the room.

"Click—"

The lights came on, and the entire pitch-black bedroom instantly became bright.

What appeared along with it was Song Qiuyun, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She seemed to have just finished bathing as well, her dewy pretty face white with a flush of pink.

A head of black hair casually draped behind her, falling to about her slender waist.

She was wearing only a very simple set of sleepwear, yet beneath her stunning figure—

This loose sleepcloth was faintly taut, highlighting a certain breathtaking fullness.

"Didn't you go back to the main villa? Why are you here again?"

Xu Jingming gave a dry cough and quietly closed the room door.

"What? Not welcome?"

Song Qiuyun's beautiful big eyes glanced over, her gaze sultry as she spoke.

"No, I'm afraid your father and the others will find out..."

Before Xu Jingming could finish speaking, he saw Song Qiuyun gently slip off her sleepwear.

Instantly, a beautiful body was exposed before his eyes.

"Alright then, pretend I never said anything..."