Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 214 - 213 Major Event of the Song Family

Chapter 214: Chapter 213 Major Event of the Song Family

The people of the Song Family in Jiangbei hold a special status, so even in death, their corpses must be treated with care before entering Song Family’s burial hill.

Asking for the body, such a request truly startled Song Guolong.

"Brother Song, honestly, my daughter and I left for many years, and our return this time actually had a purpose," said Nangong Lin with a shift in his gaze and a weighty look in his eyes.

"What purpose?" asked Song Guolong.

Taking a deep breath, Nangong Lin said seriously, "I wanted to create a disturbance during your birthday banquet, lure Song Manjiang over, and then... kill him."

"However, the events that unfolded afterwards were somewhat unexpected, but no matter what, Song Manjiang is dead, and taking his body back with me is also a way to give an explanation to my deceased wife."

Song Guolong: "..."

So his entire birthday banquet, even if Song Wuji didn’t come to cause trouble, was never going to run smoothly.

He even guessed that if Nangong Lin didn’t cause trouble, Lin Hao would still stir things up.

Song Guolong smiled bitterly: "Life is hard, but it’s all good now. This can be considered as bitterness ending and sweetness beginning. That old boy Song Manjiang has bullied me enough over the years, and twenty years ago, he even caused the death of one of my unborn children. I have no familial affection for him, to tell the truth, not even as much as between you and me."

"As for this matter, after I return to the Song Family and officially take over as the Family Head, I will do my best to arrange it."

"However, I didn’t expect, Brother Nangong, that you are also a Cultivator."

"Isn’t that the reason I took this opportunity to let you know?" Nangong Lin glanced around and whispered, "That guy Lin Hao, his talent is too terrifying. In the future, you must not offend him."

"Brother Nangong, I am aware of this. My becoming the Family Head of the Song Family solely depends on Mr. Lin. I, Song Guolong, swear that as long as Mr. Lin is willing, I am his man for life."

"Alright, since it’s sorted, I will take my leave. Give me a call when the arrangements are in place," Nangong Lin said his goodbyes and left side by side with Nangong Wan’er.

The originally bustling hotel was left with only Song Guolong and some bodyguards in the blink of an eye.

"Slap."

Suddenly, Song Guolong slapped himself.

"Hiss... That really hurts, so it seems this is not a dream."

Even up to this moment, Song Guolong could hardly believe he had become the head of the Song Family. The day he had experienced was like riding a roller coaster, ups and downs, something ordinary people can hardly endure.

"President Song, congratulations." Outside the door, Song Guolong’s secretary ran over, excitedly celebrating with him. Now that Song Guolong had become the Family Head of the Song Family, his secretary’s status would inevitably rise with the tide!

"Quickly prepare a car for me, I need to go home and change my clothes first, and then go to the Song Family," Song Guolong said excitedly.

"Okay!"

His secretary responded and hurriedly went to make arrangements.

In the evening, Song Guolong’s car arrived at the foot of a mountain in Jiangbei’s wealthy district.

The whole mountain was over three hundred meters high.

Including the mountain itself, within a five-kilometer radius, it was all Song Family’s territory.

Every member of the Song Family had a house here.

Song Guolong had one as well.

However, apart from some core members and servants of the Song Family, few people came back.

But today was different.

Luxury cars from all directions in Jiangbei converged here.

The old ancestor of the Song Family personally ordered that whether a member of the Direct Lineage or not, no matter what important matters they had, they must set it aside and return to the Song Family by nine o’clock tonight.

This was an order that must be obeyed, from elderly individuals in their dozens to children in their teens, everyone had to be present.

Anyone who failed to come would face only four words.

Suffer the consequences!

Everyone speculated that something major was happening in the Song Family today.

One by one, people dressed in suits and ties, cancelling all appointments, big and small, arrived at Song’s Mansion.

When Song Guolong arrived, the parking lot was almost full.

Groups of people were making their way up the mountain via the steps.

Every person climbing the mountain had to undergo a check.

No one was allowed to bring any firearms up.

Song Guolong walked among the crowds, with few greeting him, as his status in the Song Family was not very high and many looked down on him.

Song Guolong didn’t say much.

Upon reaching the mountaintop.

Inside the mountaintop ancestral hall.

It was half past eight, and the spacious hall was already filled with people. At a glance, there were as many as two to three hundred individuals.

All of them were from the Song Family.

Each one held a notable status in Jiangbei.

Either involved in politics or in business.

A large portion of Jiangbei’s top figures all came from the Song Family, truly a gathering of talents.

Today.

People found it strange that the seat that originally belonged to Song Manjiang now had a different name on it, changed to Song Guolong’s.

The first row, the very middle seat.

"Song Guolong? Isn’t he just a commoner? Is there a mistake with the name?"

"Possibly, who placed the nameplate?"

"There’s no way he would queue up to sit in this seat."

"Keep it down, he’s coming."

As people whispered among themselves, Song Guolong, as if he heard nothing, smiled at them and then sat down with neither arrogance nor humility, sitting straight up without uttering a word as if oblivious to the surrounding discussions.

"Song Guolong, get up." At that moment, a displeased voice suddenly rang in his ear.

Song Guolong opened his eyes and looked at the speaker.

This was a person about his age, Song Manjiang’s son, Song Ruhai.

"Don’t you know this seat belongs to my dad? What right do you have to sit here?" said Song Ruhai coldly.

He and Song Guolong were from the same generation and spoke without any courtesy, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Song Guolong.

"That’s right, Uncle Guolong, this seat doesn’t belong to you. Get up quickly," next to Song Ruhai, his daughter, Song Yuqing spoke in a mocking tone, "Someone like you should be sitting in the tenth row. Surely you’re clear about your own status, right?"

Song Guolong frowned: "Ruhai, is this how you teach your daughter? Does she not understand respect for her elders?"

"Guolong, don’t talk about that with me. My daughter is a Cultivator, and what are you? Merely a commoner. In this world, what does seniority count for? Strength is what matters most," Song Ruhai sneered, showing extreme disdain for Song Guolong, "I think you’d better get up quickly to avoid my dad’s displeasure when he arrives."

Song Guolong was about to speak when he suddenly saw Lin Hao walking towards them from a distance; he quickly stood up: "Mr. Lin, weren’t you with...?"

"I’ve mostly finished what I needed to discuss with him," Lin Hao knew what he was about to say, interrupting him, glanced at the crowded scene in the ancestral hall, and sighed, "Your Song Family truly is large."

He increasingly understood why Song Qinghong was so worried about his death; with such a large family on his shoulders, the responsibility was too great.

"Indeed," Song Guolong also felt somewhat emotional, moving aside, "Here, Mr. Lin, please have a seat."

Lin Hao naturally sat down, intending to attend this meeting of the Song Family.

"Kid, who do you think you are, and what makes you think you can sit here?" As soon as Lin Hao sat down, Song Yuqing’s discordant voice rang out, "This is my grandfather’s seat, what are you sitting for?"

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