Chapter 194

The sun was setting, and only a streak of sunset remained on the horizon. Song Qingming stood in the backyard of the Song family, staring blankly at the darkening sky.

"Third Uncle, Grandmother has woken up!" Not far away, Song Yunshan walked over with a look of joy and shouted at him.

Song Qingming turned around, smiled, and nodded, then followed Song Yunshan back to Song's mother's room.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Qingming saw that Song's mother on the bed had not only woken up but had also sat up, half-leaning against the cushion. Her face had changed from its previous paleness and had become very rosy.

"Mother, you haven't had any food or water for several days, please eat at least a little!"

"I already said I'm not hungry, take it away. Leaving it here is a waste!" Song's mother waved her hand at the rice porridge her daughter-in-law was handing her. Although her voice was not loud, her words were very clear.

Song Qingming stepped forward and smiled at his sister-in-law: "After taking the spiritual elixir, Mother's body will gather some spiritual power, so it doesn't matter if she doesn't eat for a few days."

Seeing Song Qingming, Song's mother complained to him: "Third Son, since you have such useful immortal medicine, why didn't you use some for your father back then, so he could at least leave us a few words before he left?"

Song Qingming shook his head with a bitter smile: "Mother is wronging me. I didn't have such a spiritual elixir back then; I only obtained it when I was handling business in the market a few years ago."

Song's mother sighed, beckoned, and let Song Qingming sit at the head of the bed, closer to her.

"Third Son, your mother is really sick for a good reason this time, as even you have been hoped back. Tell me, how long has it been since you came home? Last time you came back, you lied to me saying you were already married. Until now, I haven't even seen a shadow of her."

Song Qingming said softly: "It is my fault, Mother, please don't be angry. I will send her a message later to see if she has time to come and see you in the next few days."

"Is what you said true?" Song's mother grabbed Song Qingming's sleeve, and her eyes began to shine.

His Second Sister and Fourth Brother on the side also looked at Song Qingming with surprise. Last time they heard this news, they all thought Song Qingming said it to comfort his elderly mother. They didn't expect it to be true.

Song Qingming smiled and nodded, then took out a sound-transmission talisman in front of everyone and sent it out under their surprised gazes.

Early the next morning, a Song family servant sweeping the floor at the door suddenly saw two beautiful young women appear outside the Song family gate.

This servant looked at the two of them, feeling they were strangers, and was about to step forward to ask, when a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air beside him, giving him a fright.

Looking up carefully, he realized it was the Third Master of the mansion. Seeing the Third Master walking toward the door, as if he knew the two people outside, he hurriedly stepped aside.

"Qingyu, you are not cultivating properly in the market, why did you run back again?"

Over the past few months, after Song Qingming returned, the situation in Qinghe County had stabilized a lot, and Second Sister Song Qingwan and others had returned to Qinghe Market to reopen their storefronts.

Song Qingyu had also mixed into Qinghe Market and was staying with Huang Siyuan all day long.

"I didn't know the way, so I asked Qingyu to help bring me here." Before Song Qingyu could explain, Huang Siyuan on the side took the initiative to help her out.

"You go back to the mountain first, don't waste your cultivation."

"Got it. Seventh Sister-in-law, if you are bored, remember to come to the mountain to find me!"

Seeing Song Qingming's serious expression, Song Qingyu didn't dare to stay too long, so she could only whisper to Huang Siyuan and turn back to Funiu Mountain.

"Inside are my family members. There are not so many rules in secular places, you can just be casual." Seeing that Song Qingyu had gone far away, Song Qingming then stepped forward and brought Huang Siyuan into the mansion.

In the backyard of the Song family, Song's mother was sitting on a rattan chair in the courtyard, and his Second Sister and Fourth Brother and his wife were also standing on the side. Looking at Huang Siyuan, who had a hint of immortal aura, everyone was full of joy, holding Huang Siyuan's small hand and asking softly:

"Girl! What is your name?"

"Huang Siyuan of the Huang family of Taiyuan Mountain." Huang Siyuan's parents were both cultivators, and she had grown up on Taiyuan Mountain since she was a child, having little contact with mortals. Seeing Song's mother and the others so enthusiastic, she was suddenly a little panicked.

The family chatted with Huang Siyuan in the courtyard endlessly, and even Song Qingming, who was standing on the side, couldn't get a word in. He could only helplessly walk to the side and beckon his eldest nephew, Song Yunshan, over.

"Your grandmother's time is running out. The mansion needs to make preparations early. Your father, mother, and aunt are all getting on in years. Don't disturb them with this matter first. You can handle it slowly in secret. If you need my help, just come to me."

Song Yunshan was puzzled after hearing this and said: "Third Uncle, after Grandmother ate your spiritual elixir, her body is better than before, how can her time be running out?"

Song Qingming sighed and looked at him, saying softly: "That is not a life-saving elixir; it can only help the old lady restore some vitality for a short time. The effect can only last for ten days at most.

Don't think too much. If there was a way, why wouldn't I try it? It's just that people go through birth, aging, sickness, and death, which is something even ancient immortals find hard to change. How can I have such heaven-defying ability now?"

"This... Third Uncle, Yunshan understands, don't worry!" After a moment of silence, Song Yunshan gently wiped away a tear, looked up, and nodded heavily at Song Qingming.

Looking at Song Yunshan, who was already very sensible, Song Qingming stepped forward and gently patted his shoulder: "It's a pity that your uncle is no longer here, otherwise I could ask him to help you. You are more steady than your father. With you in this family in the future, I can be more at ease."

After giving instructions to Song Yunshan, Song Qingming saw that the sky was gradually getting dark, so he went to the courtyard to remind everyone who was still having a lively time and sent them back to their respective places.

After sending Song's mother back to the room, Song Qingming took Huang Siyuan back to the small room where he had lived for many years.

Although this small room of Song Qingming's was not very big, it was not too crowded for the two of them. Cultivators are casual.

After closing the door, Huang Siyuan sat on a wooden chair in the room, looked at Song Qingming, and asked in confusion: "Your mother's complexion looks wrong. The current appearance seems to be a flash of light before death. Is the old lady's time running out?"

Song Qingming nodded calmly: "Yes, that's true. Now it's all hanging on a pill, and there should only be ten days left. We cultivators can't escape birth, aging, sickness, and death, let alone ordinary mortals."

Huang Siyuan lowered her head and fell into silence. After a long while, she continued: "You have already reached Foundation Establishment and have two hundred years of longevity. You shouldn't have to worry about this for the time being, right?"

"Living two hundred more years, for ordinary cultivators like us, seems to be a profit. It's just that the road of cultivation is very difficult to walk steadily. I have reached today after experiencing life and death several times, and it shouldn't be as easy as you think."