Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 215 - 214 Family Rules of the Song Family

Chapter 215: Chapter 214 Family Rules of the Song Family

Lin Hao turned around, giving Song Yuqing a glance.

Her looks were decent; she could be considered a beauty with a nice figure and well-maintained skin, except that her facial features were a bit incongruous.

Overall, she could probably score a 9.1.

"Your grandfather?" Lin Hao asked curiously, "Who is your grandfather?"

"You don’t even know who my grandfather is, yet you dare to sit here; are you a member of the Song Family?" There were too many people in the Song Family for Song Yuqing to recognize them all.

"No," Lin Hao said matter-of-factly.

"You’re not from the Song Family; do you know where you are, this place is..."

"Song Yuqing." Song Guolong’s expression darkened, cutting her off, "Mr. Lin is an honored guest of the Song Family, how can you speak to him like this?"

Song Yuqing didn’t care when she talked about Song Guolong; it didn’t bother her since she was used to his traditionally low status within the Song Family.

However, it was absolutely unacceptable to disrespect Lin Hao.

After all, he was to be the future Family Head, and Mr. Lin was his benefactor, the savior of their family.

It could be said that ever since Lin Hao had saved him, upon his return home and fully regaining his senses, he had come to value Lin Hao’s life even more than his own.

"Song Guolong, since when do you have the right to dictate how I speak? Not even my father does that to me; what makes you think you can?" Song Yuqing refused to yield, speaking defiantly.

Her father, Song Ruhai, was sitting on the side with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, not making any attempt to stop her.

Beside the two of them were seven or eight other people, all direct descendants of Song Manjiang.

Including Song Ruhai, there were his two sons and four grandchildren, both granddaughters and grandsons.

None of them thought highly of Song Guolong.

"Song Yuqing, I let bygones be bygones for however your family treated me before, but please be more respectful in the future, especially towards Mr. Lin. He is the senior ancestor’s honored guest, a Cultivator of great talent. The senior ancestor would be very displeased to know of your behavior," Song Guolong said.

"Pfft." Song Yuqing looked disdainfully at Lin Hao, "Him? Mr. Lin? Looks like just a brat to me. An honored guest of our senior ancestor? I bet he’s just someone you brought along."

"And what talent does he have? Compared to brother Wuji, what is he?"

Mentioning Song Wuji made Song Yuqing blush faintly, her look hinting at a romantic interest in Song Wuji.

Lin Hao gave her one last look, not saying a word before averting his gaze.

For such a girl, he didn’t bother wasting his breath.

He also didn’t want to waste time on her.

However, Song Guolong took note of this.

When he officially assumed the role of Family Head, he would make sure Song Yuqing paid for her idiocy.

Seeing Lin Hao ignore her and even perceiving a hint of disdain in his eyes, Song Yuqing was unhappy. Just as she was about to say something, a bell rang out in the ancestral hall.

It was a small golden bell in the center of the hall, delicately struck by a servant.

The bell signaled that it was time.

With ten minutes left until nine o’clock, the bell was a reminder for quiet.

Gradually, the entire ancestral hall quieted down.

Ten minutes before the meeting, according to the rules, nobody could speak.

Song Yuqing wanted to scoff, but she had to hold her tongue.

"You take a seat; I need to find Song Qinghong," Lin Hao patted Song Guolong on the shoulder and entered another room in the ancestral hall.

That room was accessible only to the strongest members of the Song Family.

In other words, it was Song Qinghong’s private room.

Only he was permitted entry.

Two formidable guards stood outside the door.

Yet, Lin Hao walked straight in.

This scene took Song Yuqing by surprise.

Song Ruhai and the others were slightly astonished too.

Considering Song Guolong and the absence of both Song Manjiang and Song Wuji, Song Ruhai and his family members suddenly had an ominous premonition.

What exactly this premonition was, they couldn’t articulate, but they vaguely felt uneasy.

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Qinghong finally emerged from that room.

Lin Hao walked shoulder to shoulder with him.

They moved to the top and sat down together.

Seeing such a young man beside Song Qinghong, most of the Song Family members were filled with confusion.

Song Yuqing had a puzzled look, opened her mouth to speak, but didn’t dare utter a word.

Everyone, except for Song Guolong, was extremely surprised.

They couldn’t fathom why a youngster was following the senior ancestor of the Song Family.

"Senior ancestor, among the Song Family’s side branches and direct lineage, there are a total of three hundred eighty-four members; seventy-three are studying and not present. Additionally, one direct descendant, Song Lanshan, two side members, Yao Hong and Zang Yunsheng, as well as Song Manjiang and Song Wuji are absent."

"Mm," Song Qinghong nodded slightly and said indifferently, "The students are to be excused. As for Song Lanshan, Yao Hong, and Zang Yunsheng—three of them—banished from the Song Family."

"What?"

This decision by Song Qinghong sparked shock among the Song Family members below, suddenly fully alert.

To be banished from the Song Family just for not being present seemed excessively harsh, didn’t it?!

Was today really about some major development?!

Those who had put aside important matters to be here felt relieved; thankfully, they hadn’t missed the gathering. Otherwise, being expelled from the Song Family would mean a life begging for survival.

"What about Song Manjiang and Song Wuji?" the Song Family’s personnel manager asked carefully.

"No need to concern yourself with them; they are already dead," Song Qinghong stated their fate without emotion, his voice devoid of sentiment.

The personnel manager was filled with astonishment.

The more than three hundred attending Song Family members found it difficult to breathe at this news.

The Family Head of the Song Family.

The most promising of the younger generation.

Dead?!

Instantly, some rejoiced, others grieved.

Those who had been in conflicts with Song Wuji secretly rejoiced, while Song Manjiang’s relatives sat dumbfounded, unable to believe the news.

Especially Song Rujiang, Song Wuji’s father, whose eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Had it not been for his wife’s restraint, he would have stood up to speak.

The Song Family had strict rules; no one dared to speak out of turn before being permitted, or they would be punished.

Such were the family rules.

A household cannot be squared without rules.

"Everyone must be shocked. How could the Family Head, Song Manjiang, die? How could Wuji, a child of outstanding talent, also be dead?"

Song Qinghong sat quietly in his chair, facing over three hundred people without losing his imposing presence, dominating the entire scene.

As he spoke, not a soul dared to interject.

"You might find out how they died on your own in due course, so I need not elaborate. Let me just tell you why they died," Song Qinghong said calmly, "Arrogance, egotism, not treating anyone with respect—those were the causes of their deaths."

"For many years, the Song Family rose step by step. In the beginning, my older generation revered this world. But over time, some of the younger members, as well as some of the seniors accustomed to high status, gradually forgot their initial purpose. They forgot why our Song Family was able to come this far."

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