Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

The village chief did not dare to delay and immediately arranged several strong men to notify the children in the town to come and test their spiritual roots.

Song Xue took Song Yiming home to treat her mother.

Soon, Song Yiming arrived at Song Xue's home.

This was a simple courtyard with only three dilapidated huts. In the yard, some vegetables were planted and a few chickens and ducks were raised.

"Hoo hoo..."

Before entering the hut, a snoring sound came into his ears, the sound was loud and continuous.

Song Yiming then discovered that in addition to Song Xue's mother, there was another man in the house.

The man was lying on another bed, snoring, and did not notice anyone coming.

"Immortal, this is my uncle."

"He likes to drink, owes a lot of debts, and is often beaten by the casino. Yesterday he was drunk again and was just carried back."

When mentioning this uncle, Song Xue gritted her teeth in anger.

"So that's it."

Hearing this, Song Yiming nodded slightly, and he had already made up his mind.

Song Xue pushed open the door, and a pungent smell of medicine rushed towards her.

Inside the room, on a worn wooden bed, lay a pale middle-aged woman, Song Xue's mother.

Seeing her mother becoming thinner and thinner due to illness, Song Xue's beautiful eyes immediately showed a glimmer of tears.

"Mother, I have invited an immortal to treat you."

Song Xue sat down beside the bed, holding her mother's dry hand, and said softly.

Song Yiming frowned, stretched out his hand to feel her breath, but found that the other party's breath was weak and she was already dying.

"Your mother is terminally ill, and ordinary medicine can no longer cure her. She needs to cast a spell to remove the cold poison in her body before she can recover."

"Immortal, as long as you can save my mother, I am willing to pay any price."

Song Xue knelt in front of Song Yiming, pleading.

"Song Xue is willing to be a slave to repay the great kindness of the immortal."

In this world, selling oneself into slavery is not uncommon.

Many people, in order to survive, will sell themselves into slavery, just to survive.

"Get up first, save your mother, you need a quiet environment, no one can disturb you."

"That man is your uncle, right? Get him out, don't let him disturb me from casting spells."

Song Yiming glanced at Uncle Song Xue, who was sleeping soundly on another bed, and frowned.

"This...good."

Hearing this, Song Xue immediately walked to the red-faced drunkard and shook his body.

"Uncle, wake up..."

"Go away! Don't disturb me while I'm sleeping!"

The red-faced drunkard pushed Song Xue away, turned over, and continued to sleep.

"Uncle, wake up, the immortal wants to treat my mother, you can't sleep here."

Song Xue was a little angry and pushed the red-faced drunkard again.

"What disease do you want to cure? Your mother is already terminally ill, why should you cure her?

"Let her die, so as not to waste food."

The red-faced drunkard sat up suddenly, stared at Song Xue, and shouted angrily.

"You..."

Song Xue was speechless and trembling with anger.

"What do you mean by you? I am your elder, how dare you disrespect your elders?

"Do you believe I will beat you?"

The red-faced drunkard stared at Song Xue, looking condescending.

Song Xue pursed her lips and said nothing. She knew her uncle's temper. If she dared to talk back, he would really hit her.

Besides, she was a weak woman and couldn't beat him.

"Noisy!"

Song Yiming's face darkened, and he walked to the red-faced drunkard and raised his hand to slap him.

"Ah..."

The red-faced drunkard held his head with both hands, screamed, and rolled off the bed directly.

"You... you dare to hit me?"

The red-faced drunkard was furious. The child in front of him was not even as tall as a person, but he dared to hit him!

"I'm hitting you."

"Get out, don't get in the way here."

Song Yiming glanced at the red-faced drunkard coldly. If he wasn't Song Xue's uncle, he would have slapped him to death.

"Who do you think you are? I'm..."

"Plop..."

Before the red-faced drunkard finished speaking, his eyes turned black and he fainted.

Song Yiming used a trace of spiritual power to slap the red-faced drunkard. How could an ordinary person bear it?

"Immortal, this..."

Seeing Song Yiming suddenly attack and knock the red-faced drunkard unconscious, Song Xue panicked and looked at a loss.

"It's okay. I just knocked him unconscious. He will wake up in an hour."

"Get him out. I'm going to cast a spell to treat your mother."

Song Yiming glanced at the red-faced drunkard and said lightly.

"Yes."

Song Xue nodded, and immediately dragged her uncle's body out of the house.

After returning to the room, she closed the door tightly and looked at Song Yiming nervously.

"You go outside the door and guard it. No one is allowed to come in without my order."

"Okay."

Song Xue agreed, and hurriedly walked out of the house and closed the door tightly.

At this moment, only Song Yiming and Song Xue's mother were left in the room.

Song Yiming took a deep breath, took out a silver needle, concentrated his mind and energy, and inserted it into the acupuncture point of Song Xue's mother like flowing clouds and water.

Every time the needle was inserted, a faint spiritual energy would overflow and flow into the other person's body along the silver needle.

These spiritual energies contain terrifying vitality. It is not difficult to hold the breath of a dying person.

With the inflow of spiritual energy, Song Xue's mother's pale face recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her breathing became stable.

After one stick of incense.

Song Yiming pulled out the silver needle, and Song Xue's mother slowly opened her eyes.

"I... what happened to me?"

She looked confused, sat up, looked at the surrounding environment, and was immediately more confused.

"Mom, you finally woke up!"

Song Xue, who had been guarding outside the door, heard the movement in the house and immediately pushed the door and walked in.

When she saw that her mother had sat up and her face became rosy, she was so excited that tears filled her eyes.

"Mom, it was the immortal who saved you. He not only removed the cold poison in your body, but also cured your tuberculosis."

"Thank you so much, benefactor!"

Song Xue's mother also saw Song Yiming standing aside, and immediately understood that he had saved her, so she got out of bed and saluted.

"No need to be polite, you just got rid of the cold poison in your body, your body is still weak, and you need to rest." Song Yiming waved his hand.

"I will never forget your kindness. I am willing to serve you like a cow and a horse in my next life to repay your kindness."

Song Xue's mother looked at Song Yiming with gratitude.

"You don't have to serve me like a cow and a horse. I saved you because your daughter is kind."

"You two mother and daughter, have a good chat. I'm going out first."

Song Yiming smiled slightly, turned around and walked out of the house.

"Immortal, wait for me..."

"Immortal, I..."

Walking out of the room, Song Xue looked at Song Yiming, looking like she wanted to say something but stopped.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Immortal, I...I want to worship you as my teacher and learn immortal arts. I ask for your help."

Song Xue gritted her teeth and said firmly.

"You want to cultivate immortality?"