The old fellow was furious, couldn't he see that person was about to be surrounded?
Yet, he still shuffled closer!
But the old are wise; his eyes swept to Song Zijing, who was with Qi Shushu.
So he spoke that sentence, neither warm nor cold.
Song Qingshan had been watching the third arena.
Although Song Zijing was not a main member of the Song family this time,
He was his own son.
The other two Song family combatants were a disciple and his elder brother's son.
Even though his son usually didn't bring him much honor at home,
His strength was mediocre, and he was rather timid!
When he was a child, if anyone provoked or bullied him, he wouldn't even squeak a word to his father, the family head, to complain.
However, one time Song Zijing was beaten by his elder brother, who was Song Qingshan's eldest nephew.
After Song Zijing returned, no matter how Song Qingshan asked, he wouldn't say anything.
This enraged the Song family head to no end.
Since it was a fight between two children, he couldn't say much.
But seeing his son being bullied for so long, he couldn't hold back any longer.
In the dead of night, disguised, carrying a black cloth bag, he snuck into his elder brother's house.
He entered his nephew's room.
Upon entering, he found the room empty, and the bedding still a little warm.
Clearly, someone had been sleeping there just moments ago.
Song Qingshan took out the cloth bag he was carrying.
He lifted the covers and directly poured the contents inside.
Hiss, hiss, hiss…
More than ten venomous snakes crawled out, but he had removed their fangs.
Then, he tidied things up, tucking the quilt in properly.
To prevent the snakes from escaping.
He muttered, "You brat, for bullying my son, I'll scare you to death."
After everything was done, he hid outside.
He waited for a long time, but his nephew still hadn't returned.
"Why isn't he back yet? The medicine should have worn off!" he muttered.
He scanned the surroundings, then turned towards the outhouse in the backyard.
It turned out that at dinner, to facilitate his actions that night,
The dignified Song family head had given his nephew a laxative.
At this moment, he intended to check the backyard outhouse to see why his nephew hadn't come out yet.
As soon as he rounded the corner, he spotted a figure stealthily approaching the back of the outhouse.
This person was carrying a black cloth bag.
Song Qingshan froze, looked down at the black cloth bag in his own hand.
They were identical.
Looking at the disguise, dressed all in black.
It was also the same as his own.
However, the figure was much shorter.
How could Song Qingshan, as a father, not recognize his own son?
That year, Song Zijing was only ten years old.
"This darn kid…"
He finally understood why his nephew hadn't returned to his room.
It turned out Song Zijing had given him another dose of medicine.
Double the laxative, its effect wasn't simply 1+1=2.
It directly caused his nephew to be stuck in the outhouse for so long without coming out.
And at this moment, Song Zijing climbed onto the roof of the outhouse.
Holding the bottom of the black bag, with the mouth of the bag facing down, he aimed at Song Zilong, his elder brother, who was squatting inside.
Then, he gave the bag a good shake.
Hiss, hiss, hiss…
"Ah… snakes…"
Whoosh…
A figure shot out from the outhouse!
This person was none other than Song Qingshan's nephew, Song Zilong!
It's unknown if he wiped himself, but his pants were definitely not pulled up.
After bursting out, he took rather large strides.
With a *splat*, he fell face-first.
But he didn't utter a sound.
He got up and continued to run, vanishing into his room in a flash.
Another scream: "Ah… snakes…"
After that, there was silence.
Ten-year-old Song Zijing, squatting on the outhouse roof, scratched his head and looked down.
"One… two… three…"
"No snakes are missing, why is he shouting after going back to his room?"
He muttered, "Did I miscount?"
"Did a snake crawl into his pants pocket?"
The oblivious ten-year-old Song Zijing paused for a moment, climbed down from the roof, and ran off in a flash.
Song Qingshan witnessed all of this.
With a wry smile, he grumbled, "He truly is my son!"
His figure flickered, and he darted away.
From then on, whenever he saw Song Zijing being bullied, he stopped interfering.
After all, his son wasn't the type to be bullied without retaliating.
Every time this happened, he would recall how his eldest nephew, with a mouth full of gaps, came with his father to lodge a complaint against Song Zijing. That fall that night had directly knocked out his front teeth.
However, they had no evidence.
Song Zijing adamantly denied it was him.
In the end, it was left unresolved.
But as Song Qingshan's elder brother turned to leave, he pointed at Song Qingshan, then at Song Zijing, and said.
"You… don't think that just because there's no evidence I don't know it was you, you're exactly like your father!"
With that, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.
Song Zijing looked at his father in surprise.
The latter rubbed his nose.
Song Qingshan had also used underhanded tactics to deal with his elder brother when he was young.
…
From the moment the arena began, he had been focused on the third arena.
He was afraid that his son might encounter any problems.
At the same time, he was shocked by how powerful this fellow called Chu Tian was.
Facing peers, he had no one who could last even a single exchange.
From the start of the match until now, over half an hour had passed.
He had led Song Zijing and the others on a long detour, climbing stairs, and slowly made their way to the arena.
They were a good ten minutes later than everyone else.
However, since he stepped onto the arena,
All those who attacked him had at least broken arms or legs.
Of course, these individuals, when they attacked, did not aim for Chu Tian's vital points.
Therefore, they kept their lives.
Those who attacked ruthlessly, aiming for vital points, were all killed with a single blow.
There were also the three people beside him.
One was skilled in Daoist magic, with paper figures, fire talismans, and array plates appearing endlessly.
Another was a mutant, looked down upon by warriors as low-class,
Was also extremely powerful; his pair of sharp claws could cut through iron like mud.
That little girl's flying needle technique was very naive, but her cultivation method was extremely profound.
Moreover, he could tell that the girl's needlework was not for killing.
After her first burst of attacks, which killed two people, every subsequent attack only made her opponents fall down.
This behavior was more akin to saving people.
Now, seeing Chu Tian and his companions surrounded, and Song Zijing having also joined them,
Song Qingshan's heart tightened.
Although Chu Tian and the others were very formidable, they were simply outnumbered.
The third arena had three to four hundred participants.
And his son's capabilities, he knew them too well.
During the competition, interference was not allowed, so even though he was anxious now, there was nothing he could do.
He hoped that among those people, there were those who knew the identities of Qi Shushu and Song Zijing.
And would not deliver fatal blows to them.
Otherwise, hmph…