Pacifying all living beings 1-6

Chapter 1 A Life Ended Here

As the sun set, the Song family mansion in Yiyang County was filled with the sounds of weeping.

The eldest patriarch of the Song family, a man in his early forties, had passed away.

This was undoubtedly a double blow to the Song family, who had just moved here and were still establishing themselves. Inside the mourning hall of the mansion, a chorus of wailing filled the air .

White banners hung everywhere, and people dressed in mourning clothes knelt along the sides, their faces 　　filled with sorrow and grief. They were not only saddened by the passing of their patriarch, but also filled with uncertainty and anxiety about the future of the Song family. 　　At this moment, Song Pingsheng, the eldest son of the Song family, kneeling at the forefront of the crowd, looked up in confusion, quietly observing his surroundings, a look on his face befitting his age. 　　Where am I? Wasn't I just playing a game, fighting an invincible boss? How did everything suddenly go black, and when I woke up, I was here? 　　Looking down at his mourning clothes and then at his hands, Song Pingsheng saw that the skin of a child was only that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old, far beyond what someone in his forties could have. 　　Deep confusion and shock welled up in Song Pingsheng's eyes. He couldn't tell if this was a dream or reality. 　　Song Pingsheng was the CEO of a small company, but he had suddenly suffered brain death while , and woke up here. 　　Fortunately, decades of experience had given him a calm and collected demeanor. 　　He secretly observed for a while and noticed that the people here were dressed similarly to those from the Tang and Song dynasties of ancient China, but with some differences in details . 　　After some deduction, Song Pingsheng guessed that he had probably transmigrated. 　　Just then, a clear, standard Mandarin voice suddenly rang in his mind: 　　"Congratulations, host, on awakening the Great Martial Arts Invincible System. Importing." 　　What the hell? Wasn't Great Martial Arts his favorite game from his previous life? And what about the Invincible System? Was it the invincible myth from the game? 　　Despite harboring numerous doubts, Song Pingsheng outwardly remained composed, continuing to weep softly , his hand slowly burning the paper money in the brazier. 　　After a while, Song Pingsheng suddenly felt dizzy, as . 　　Suppressing this discomfort, Song Pingsheng slowly recalled the new memories that had appeared in his mind. 　　It turned out that he didn't know how he had ended up transmigrating with the system of the game "Great Martial Arts," and during the transmigration, due to the influence of spacetime, the ordinary "Great Martial Arts" system underwent an unknown mutation, becoming the current "Great Martial Arts Invincible System. 　　" Before he could even check the system, Song Pingsheng's mind was filled with more information about this world. 　　To his surprise, the identity of this body belonged to the eldest son of the Song family, also named Song Pingsheng. 　　The deceased patriarch of the Song family, Song Zhao, was his father. Since the Song family moved to Yiyang County, they had been ostracized by local forces and subjected to suppression by the government. 　　His adoptive father, exhausted by these pressures, finally succumbed to illness and passed away in bed the day before yesterday . 　　As for his birth mother, in the host's remaining memories, she was only known to be named Jiang Zhiwei. 　　Aside from her name, the most vivid image in the original "Song Pingsheng's" mind was that of his mother—a woman of breathtaking beauty, possessing a captivating charm; graceful as a dragon, elegant as a startled swan. 　　Her age, background, and origins were completely absent from his remaining memories. Even his birth father, Song Zhao, rarely mentioned her, and only a handful of people in the entire Song family knew of her existence. 　　This stunningly beautiful mother suddenly disappeared when "Song Pingsheng" was ten years old, vanishing without a trace. 　　Song Zhao's reaction to this was even more perplexing. Not only did he not send anyone to search for his wife, 　　but he also ordered everyone in the household to refrain from discussing anything related to Jiang Zhiwei, with anyone who disobeyed to be executed. 　　Thus, after Song Zhao's death, the entire burden of the Song family fell on the shoulders of this eldest son. 　　However, although Song Zhao was gone, his two younger brothers still existed. 　　After carefully understanding the memories of the previous host, Song Pingsheng couldn't help but sigh, it seemed his own life wouldn't be easy either, because in the consciousness of this body, his father's two younger brothers had always coveted the position of family head. 　　Moreover, based on the memories of these two men in his mind, Song Pingsheng deduced that his father, Song Zhao, was poisoned by these two younger brothers. 　　Otherwise, no matter how exhausted he was, he wouldn't have died so quickly. Song Zhao, who was in excellent health just a month ago and slept in his concubine's room every night, couldn't have deteriorated so rapidly, without even the opportunity to seek treatment from a renowned doctor. 　　Thinking about his current situation and his deductions, Song Pingsheng suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He was no longer the inexperienced eldest son of the Song family; decades of business experience reminded him that after Song Zhao's death, his two younger brothers would definitely make a move against this nephew. 　　Since that's the case, let's see if this Great Martial Arts Invincible System can resolve my current predicament. 　　With anticipation, Song Pingsheng, taking advantage of the inattention of those kneeling behind him, bit his lip hard, spitting out a little blood, then pretended to faint and lay on the ground. 　　Seeing the unconscious Song Pingsheng, the others assumed that this young master Song was heartbroken, had swallowed blood, and had fainted from grief. 　　One of the stewards quickly instructed the servants to carry him back to his room to rest and to fetch a doctor to check his pulse and see if there was anything seriously wrong. 　　After the servants and doctor left the room, Song Pingsheng, who had been unconscious, instantly opened his eyes, looking quite energetic. 　　Wanting to examine the Great Martial Arts Invincible System in the open under the watchful eyes of everyone in the mourning hall was clearly inappropriate, so the cautious Song Pingsheng pretended to faint, intending to study it properly back in his room. 　　Summoning the system in his mind, Song Pingsheng saw a screen-like image appear in his consciousness . 　　There were many channels on it, including cultivation techniques, elixirs, and weapon crafting. After clicking on the cultivation techniques, the screen was filled with a dazzling of martial arts manuals and various divine skills. 　　He felt a surge of excitement, his blood rushing to his head, and even with his decades of experience, he was finding it hard to control himself.

Calling out to the system in his mind, Song Pingsheng asked, "System, what do I need to exchange for these martial arts techniques?"

He didn't believe he could use the divine manuals on the system at will; he
never it was a waste of his energy.

"To exchange for various items within the Invincible Martial Arts System, you'll need Primordial Spirit Fragments. The value varies
greatly, and the exchange price differs accordingly. Since you fused with this body during your transmigration, you automatically generated one hundred
Primordial Spirit Fragments. Please check what you can exchange for."

Hearing the system's explanation, Song Pingsheng understood that these one hundred Primordial Spirit Fragments were probably his beginner's gift, ensuring
a smooth start.

Opening the martial arts page, he realized he'd been too naive, initially thinking one hundred Primordial Spirit Fragments was a lot
.

Even the most ordinary martial arts technique cost twenty fragments… and those were commonplace on Earth
, like the Five Tigers Breaking the Gate Saber, the Five Elements Eight Trigrams Staff, the Taizu Long Fist, and so on.

This kind of martial arts technique is at the very bottom level in the grand martial arts game, called a white mortal-level technique. Keep in mind that the
game is divided into Dao-level, Divine-level, Profound-level, True-level, and Mortal-level.

Feeling like he was about to vomit blood, Song Pingsheng helplessly scrolled down, when suddenly his eyes lit up as he discovered a
martial art that seemed suitable for him.

This martial art was a True-level sword technique called the Nameless Sword Art, which could be exchanged for just eighty points.

Song Pingsheng didn't hesitate to exchange for it. He had originally thought he would need to practice it himself, but unexpectedly, the system
directly transmitted the sword technique into his mind like a sudden enlightenment.

A quarter of an hour later, Song Pingsheng's face lit up with joy. He had actually mastered this Nameless Sword Art, but
lacking combat experience, his first use would be a bit clumsy.

Looking at the remaining twenty points, he went directly to the weapon crafting page and used them all to exchange for a mortal-level
longsword . Weapons and equipment also have levels, divided into four levels: Divine, Spiritual, True, and Mortal.

Stroking the steel longsword that had suddenly appeared in his hand, Song Pingsheng sneered inwardly. He was sure his two uncles would be shocked when they attacked
him .

Just as he finished using up his hundred Yuan Shen fragments, a system alarm sounded in his mind.

"Warning...Warning...Due to the host consuming Yuan Shen fragments to zero, automatic conversion of life points is not possible. Lifespan
has reverted to the original body's time."

Song Pingsheng was completely bewildered and hurriedly asked the system what life points meant, and
how to live. Why did the system have to issue an alarm?

Chapter Two: The Truth Revealed

"The so-called 'life value' refers to the basis for the host's future natural existence. If the life value is zero, the host will
also die."

"As for the host's current body, according to the system's estimation, it has three months of lifespan remaining.
Life value will only be used when the lifespan is exhausted."

After hearing the system's explanation, Song Pingsheng asked with some understanding, "Does that mean that after three months, if I
don't have any Primordial Spirit Fragments to exchange for life value, I'll just die?"

"Absolutely correct. The host is reminded to collect Primordial Spirit Fragments as soon as possible to exchange for life value."

"Note: Life value is only useful during the host's natural aging process. If the host dies at the hands of an enemy,
regardless of how much life value remains, the host will die completely."

Song Pingsheng realized that Primordial Spirit Fragments could be collected, and it wasn't as he had imagined, requiring defeating mythical
figures to obtain them.

So he asked in his mind, "System, what do I need to do to collect Primordial Spirit Fragments, and
what is the exchange rate between Primordial Spirit Fragments and Life Points?"

"The host can obtain Primordial Spirit Fragments by killing anyone in this world who has cultivated martial arts. The number of fragments obtained varies depending on
the strength . A reminder: killing ordinary people will not only not yield Primordial Spirit
Fragments, but will also easily generate inner demons."

"The exchange rate between Life Points and Primordial Spirit Fragments is 1:1. One Primordial Spirit Fragment can be exchanged for
one point of Life Points, and one point of Life Points is equivalent to one day and one night."

"Note: As the host's strength changes, the exchange rate between Life Points and Primordial Spirit Fragments will also change.
The stronger the host, the more Primordial Spirit Fragments are required."

After hearing so much from the system, Song Pingsheng was momentarily speechless. It seemed his
100 Primordial Spirit Fragments could only be exchanged for 100 days of life.

As for this body only having a three-month lifespan, that was easy to understand. His father, Song Zhao, had died under mysterious circumstances;
for him, the only son and the eldest son of the Song family, surviving for three months was already quite good.

Since killing enemies increases one's primordial spirit fragments, and these fragments, besides enhancing strength, are primarily used to exchange for life
points, allowing one to survive,

Song Pingsheng gently stroked the longsword in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips. In his previous life, although he had killed a few people, it
was mostly for self-preservation.

But in this life, as long as he found a legitimate reason, under the guise of punishing evil and promoting good, wouldn't he have no trouble finding
"bad guys" to kill? Of course, the prerequisite was to first improve his own strength.

Just as he was carefully planning his future, a series of knocks came from outside.

Song Pingsheng sheathed his sword and opened the door, stepping outside.

There stood a group of people, the two leaders appearing to be under forty years old, dressed in brocade robes and
wearing simple hats, their faces bearing a resemblance to Song Pingsheng's father.

Realizing that the two men were his second uncle, Song Gang, and third uncle, Song Kun, Song Pingsheng, though
inwardly wary, outwardly bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Uncles. May I ask what brings you here?"

Looking at Song Pingsheng in mourning clothes, with bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, Song Gang sneered inwardly. If he could get rid of him,
the Song family would be his.

Although he secretly wished for his immediate death, he feigned concern, saying, "Nephew Pingsheng, we heard from the steward that
you fainted in the mourning hall. Your third uncle and I were worried and rushed over to see you."

Song Pingsheng feigned gratitude, his voice choked with emotion, "Thank you for your concern,
Uncles . I was just thinking about how suddenly my father passed away, and I felt a sense of bewilderment and sadness, which is why
I fainted."

Song Kun, who had been standing silently to the side, noticed something amiss in Song Pingsheng's pointed words and stepped forward...
Before Song Gang asked, "Nephew Pingsheng, are you implying that my elder brother's death was suspicious? Do you suspect there's more to it than meets
the eye ?"

Seeing Song Kun also chime in, Song Gang's face darkened, and he said with displeasure, "Third brother,
what do you mean by that? Are you saying that my elder brother was murdered? I think Pingsheng is just overwhelmed with grief and has some delusions.
We don't need to take his words to heart."

It was already clear that his third uncle, Song Kun, seemed to have some disagreement with Song Gang, and that he seemed to have long suspected the cause of their father Song Zhao's
death.

Having made up his mind, Song Pingsheng said with certainty, "Uncles, I am not just imagining things. My
father, though he devoted himself to the Song family, shouldn't have died at such a young age.
There must be a hidden reason. I implore you two uncles to investigate this matter thoroughly."

Seeing Song Pingsheng's lack of humility, Song Gang was furious and shouted, "Song Pingsheng,
stop talking nonsense! My elder brother died from overwork and a sudden onset of internal heat!" "This is what the doctor said himself.

You're implying something now; are you suggesting that your third uncle and I conspired to murder our eldest brother?"

Without waiting for his explanation, he directly ordered, "Guards, the eldest young master is overwhelmed with grief and somewhat
delirious . Take him back to the backyard and keep a close watch on him. After my third brother and I finish with the funeral arrangements for our eldest brother, we'll have a renowned physician
examine him."

Song Kun hadn't expected his second brother to be so swift and decisive. Before he could even react, his brother had already taken the initiative
and locked Song Pingsheng up.

Just as he was about to step forward to stop him, two of Song Gang's trusted men arrived before Song Pingsheng, preparing to seize him and take him to
the backyard.

Looking at the two men with murderous intent before him, Song Pingsheng sneered inwardly. Couldn't they hold
back now? Were they going to reveal their true intentions ?

With a clang, Song Pingsheng drew his longsword and coldly addressed the crowd, "Anyone who dares to step forward,
don't blame me for showing no mercy."

Song Gang, seeing him draw his sword, couldn't help but laugh inwardly. He had originally planned to imprison him for a while before
staging a sudden death, but unexpectedly, the man had drawn his own sword today.

He secretly gestured to his two trusted men, instructing them to show no mercy and cripple Song Pingsheng outright.

With their combined strength, dealing with a wealthy young master who hadn't practiced much was more than a piece of cake.

Knowing the strength of his second brother's two subordinates, Song Kun feared they might harm Song Pingsheng, so he quickly stepped forward to stop them, saying,
"Second brother, please have them step back. Although my nephew Pingsheng offended you with his words, there's no need to forcibly detain him in front of so many
clansmen ."

Then he turned to Song Pingsheng and said, "Pingsheng, why don't you quickly apologize to your second uncle?
We can talk about your eldest brother later."

Looking at his concerned third uncle, Song Pingsheng felt a warmth in his heart. It seemed his father's death had nothing to do with him.

After all, this third uncle was usually idle, and the power in the family was basically in Song Gang's hands. Even if his father
died, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to take over.

Although he understood that Song Kun wanted him to apologize first and discuss the matter later to prevent Song Gang from using this
opportunity to cause trouble for him,

Song Pingsheng had his own plans. He desperately needed fragments of his primordial spirit and only had three months left to live.
He had to find a way to exchange them for life points to extend his life.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Song Pingsheng turned to his third uncle and said, "Third Uncle, since someone has disregarded all sentiment and
dared to attack my nephew while my father's body is still warm, then I have no choice but to fight back to the end."

Before anyone could react, Song Pingsheng used his nameless sword technique to attack the two people in front of him.

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