Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

Chapter 98: Chapter 97: Supreme Profound Sword Qi (10/10)

”Ah Die.”

In the backyard, Shen Wenyan stood in his night robe, noticing Shen Yuan standing outside the door with his hands tucked in, called softly and walked over.

Shen Yuan frowned and glanced at him.

”Why are you standing in the yard like this so early in the morning?”

Shen Wenyan couldn’t bother to explain, his face brimming with joy as he spoke, ”Ah Die, I’ve comprehended the path Master spoke of.”

Although Shen Yuan already knew, he didn’t speak.

”Literature carries the Dao, the scholars of the world are all wrong, the Master is right.”

”I can finally keep up with the Master’s pace and walk alongside him.”

Listening to his inexplicable words, Shen Yuan’s brows knitted tightly.

”Did Master Lu also comprehend this path?”

Shen Wenyan nodded slightly, ”Master had comprehended it some time ago; he can already speak through it.”

Hearing this, Shen Yuan was even more perplexed.

The hexagram clearly indicated that his son Shen Wenyan was expected to become the pioneer of the Path of the Literary Heart, why did Master Lu comprehend it before him?

Could this be the reason for the unusual hexagram last night?

Receiving the insights from Shen Wenyan’s breakthrough, he also understood how difficult the path of the so-called Path of the Literary Heart was.

However, with thorns on the path ahead, the two of them took this first step and are destined to become saints recorded in history in the future.

”Since it is so, cultivate well, the family matters are taken care of by your father and your elder brother.”

After Shen Yuan finished speaking, he turned and left.

In the following days, everything in the family proceeded smoothly.

After many days of selection, Hu Yufen finally chose five suitable maidservants.

The Floating Tower on the Black Water Pool was also completed.

These days, the eldest, Shen Wenxing, and the daughter, Shen Wenping, have been busy with shop matters in Yunshui Town.

On Shen Yuan’s side, in his spare time from cultivation, besides teaching his grandson Shen Chongming, he brewed some wine.

Time passed quickly, in the blink of an eye, it was two years.

With time’s sediment, the chaotic situation in Yangnao Land, caused by the Immortal Sect’s intervention, gradually stabilized.

Danzhou, Qiyun Valley.

In the bamboo forest in the mountains, a young boy sat cross-legged, surrounded by pieces of bamboo leaves circling him, like sharp little swords effortlessly tearing through the air, making rustling sounds.

These bamboo leaves weaved and intertwined, not interfering with each other.

With Shen Wen’an’s fingertips together, those bamboo leaves quickly gathered at his fingertips, forming a three-foot-long sword!

The sword’s edge was revealed, surrounded by a faint cyan gas.

Looking at the bamboo leaf sword at his fingertips, Shen Wen’an shook his hand, and those bamboo leaves, losing their constraint, floated down.

”Finally crafted a thread of Supreme Profound Sword Qi...”

He murmured to himself, a glint of icy light flashed inadvertently in his eyes, then he slowly stood up and walked down the hill.

Inside the Hidden Cloud Courtyard.

As Shen Wen’an stepped through the courtyard gate, a slightly authoritative voice came from the left.

”Back?”

Shen Wen’an stopped, turned to look at Pei Zhao holding a book in the pavilion, and bowed:

”Master.”

Pei Zhao snorted coldly and walked over slowly, ”As soon as I came out of seclusion, your senior brother told me you plan to abandon your previous cultivation technique?”

Shen Wen’an cupped his hands, ”Disciple already has the Supreme Mysterious Sword Scripture, the Golden Light Technique is no longer suitable.”

The Golden Light Technique was the Qi Cultivation Technique he chose when he first joined the Hidden Cloud Courtyard.

He’d been cultivating it for two years.

But ever since he obtained the Supreme Mysterious Sword Scripture at the Qishan Market, he devoted himself entirely to it, gradually neglecting the Golden Light Technique.

”Ungrateful disciple!”

Pei Zhao said angrily, ”Don’t think that just because you are associated with the Lingshan Sword Immortal, I dare not discipline you!”

”From the moment you became my disciple, you were my student.”

”Now you’ve abandoned the sect’s cultivation method, is your next step to disown me as your master and betray Qiyun Valley!?”

Facing Pei Zhao’s stern rebuke, Shen Wen’an remained expressionless.

”Disciple never thought of that.”

”Even if disciple practices the Sword Scripture, master remains master.”

”If Qiyun Valley doesn’t take the initiative to expel disciple, disciple will not betray Qiyun Valley.”

Upon hearing these words, Pei Zhao’s expression became somewhat complicated.

He genuinely liked this disciple from the bottom of his heart.

Dedicated, diligent, with an extremely pure heart seeking the Dao.

Regarding his neglect of the Pill Array Dao, only practicing swordsmanship every day, some in the upper echelons of Qiyun Valley have always had criticism.

Other disciples from different courtyards also regarded him as an anomaly.

Pei Zhao didn’t mind much, and was even willing to buy a Sword Cultivation Technique for him at the Qishan Market.

However, since the incident with Lingshan Sword Immortal, there have gradually been some unpleasant rumors within the sect.

The general notion is that this disciple of mine has gotten close to the Sword Immortal of Cyan Ruo Sword House and no longer regards Qiyun Valley highly. Sooner or later, he will betray Qiyun Valley and join Cyan Ruo Sword House.

These rumors have intensified, and just as he emerged from seclusion, he heard his eldest disciple say that Shen Wen’an was planning to abandon the practice of the ”Golden Light Technique” and focus solely on the ”Supreme Mysterious Sword Scripture,” causing Pei Zhao to inevitably harbor suspicions.

Having spent several years together, he somewhat understood the disposition of this disciple.

Obsessed with the sword, his temperament was indifferent and cold, having no sense of belonging to the sect, and he didn’t even have a sense of closeness towards his fellow disciples at Hidden Cloud Courtyard.

Today’s questioning was also to see what he truly thought.

Even though, initially, he had the idea of sending Shen Wen’an to Cyan Ruo Sword House.

But that was just a thought.

The path of cultivation heavily values heritage, and those who betray their sect will be reviled by cultivators worldwide.

He liked Shen Wen’an and didn’t want him to lose his reputation because of this.

”If Master has nothing else, disciple will take his leave first.”

Shen Wen’an cupped his hands and turned to leave.

”Hold on!”

Pei Zhao sighed deeply and took out two letters from his bosom.

”You’ve been holed up in the back mountain for over a year and haven’t come down!”

”These are family letters brought back for you by your senior sister!”

Shen Wen’an stopped in his tracks, and upon seeing those two letters, there was finally a hint of change on his calm face.

Accepting the letters, he hurried back to his room and opened them eagerly.

”Eldest sister-in-law gave birth to another son... Shen Chonghong...”

Placing the first letter down, he opened the second one.

After reading it, his expression turned a bit strange: ”Second brother became a father as well?”

”Shen Chongxuan?”

The sudden addition of two nephews brought a hint of joy to his face.

It had been three years.

It had been three years since he last accompanied Pei Zhao back to Yangnao Land.

The two family letters also rekindled his longing for his family.

Shen Wen’an quietly stored away the two letters, stood up and pushed open the door, intending to tell Pei Zhao that he wanted to go home and visit.

However, after searching the entire Hidden Cloud Courtyard, he could not find any trace of Pei Zhao.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he returned to his room, wrote a letter, and left it in the pavilion before heading towards the mountain gate of Qiyun Valley.

Outside Qiyun Valley, several disciples guarding the mountain gate saw Shen Wen’an approaching; they all had odd expressions, pointing and whispering without knowing what they were discussing.

Shen Wen’an remained expressionless and walked straight out.

”Wait a moment, Junior Brother Shen.”

Seeing this, one of the middle-aged disciples quickly reached out to stop him.

”Junior Brother Shen, are you going out?”

Shen Wen’an said nothing.

Perceiving this, the man, seeming displeased, asked, ”Do you have a written order from the dean?”

Since he still did not respond, the middle-aged disciple said coldly, ”Without the dean’s written order, we cannot let you leave.”

Shen Wen’an frowned slightly.

Even though he did not walk around the sect often, he understood its rules.

Since when did going through the mountain gate require the dean’s written order?

Could this person be deliberately making things difficult for him?

Not wanting to bother with him, Shen Wen’an bypassed him, intending to leave directly.

”Does the junior brother intend to force his way through!?”

”Then don’t blame us for properly disciplining you on behalf of Dean Pei.”

Seeing this, the middle-aged disciple’s face darkened.

The other disciples nearby also drew their swords and surrounded him in an instant!

Seeing this, an azure Supreme Profound Sword Qi flashed in Shen Wen’an’s eyes, and he narrowed his gaze slightly.

But the middle-aged disciple did not notice these and was instead delighting in the opportunity to openly teach a Hidden Cloud Courtyard disciple a lesson.

The sword in his hand directly stabbed towards Shen Wen’an’s face, pondering how to humiliate him afterward.

Clang!

A clear sound rang out, and with a flick of Shen Wen’an’s fingertip, a sword aura sent the sword flying from the middle-aged disciple’s hand, leaving a shallow cut on his cheek!

The middle-aged disciple staggered back and, realizing the burning pain on his face, wiped it with his hand, only to discover he was bleeding.

A dignified Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer cultivator, and having struck first, had his weapon knocked away by a Qi Cultivation Third Layer, and was even left with a cut on his face.

While the middle-aged disciple was ashamed and angry, a flash of murderous intent also swept through his heart.

”What are you standing there for, get him!”

”Waste him!”

With his shout, the other disciples, after a moment of hesitation, charged forward!