Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

Chapter 125: Chapter 122: Mist Flood Dragon Nourishing Vein Technique

Shen Yuan’s divine sense penetrated the jade scroll, and before he could react, a resonant dragon roar sounded in the depths of his soul, causing his divine spirit to tremble fiercely!

Soon after, his divine sense saw a juvenile flood dragon, resembling an ordinary water snake, struggling in the boundless ocean. With a flick of the scene, the juvenile flood dragon’s body instantly expanded to several dozen feet, soaring into the sky and transforming into a true divine dragon weaving through the clouds and mist.

The divine dragon vanished, and the clouds dispersed.

A massive amount of esoteric information surged into his sea of consciousness.

”Mist Flood Dragon Nourishing Vein Technique”?

Seeing the name of this cultivation technique, Shen Yuan was somewhat surprised.

Earlier, when watching the ”Moonlight Pine Mountain Technique,” he saw no such phenomenon. Yet now, viewing this ”Mist Flood Dragon Nourishing Vein Technique” caused such a vision to occur.

Does this mean that the ”Mist Flood Dragon Nourishing Vein Technique” is superior to the ”Pine Mountain Moonlight Technique,” or is it that... he is more suited to cultivate the ”Mist Flood Dragon Nourishing Vein Technique”?

He doesn’t fully understand the intricacies of immortal cultivation, so he could only decide after studying both cultivation techniques in detail in the future.

”Ah Die, Immortal Wei mentioned that these two cultivation techniques must not be practiced by anyone not of the Shen Family or those we absolutely trust.”

Shen Wenxing spoke up.

He himself practices the body refining method ”Azure Dragon Force,” thus these two cultivation techniques are of little use to him.

”Naturally.”

Shen Yuan set down the jade scroll in his hand, nodding as he spoke.

Currently, the Shen Family possesses a total of four cultivation techniques and one secret skill.

Shen Wen’an is cultivating the ”Supreme Mysterious Sword Scripture,” a sword cultivation technique.

Shen Wenxing practices the ”Azure Dragon Force,” a body refining cultivation technique.

And the secret skill was the ”Cloud Dragon Skill,” which Shen Yuan was currently cultivating. Although he had not achieved even a minor accomplishment, he was in no rush.

Now, with these two cultivation techniques, it may be time to consider passing on the Five Elements Breathing Technique to some individuals.

Though the Five Elements Breathing Technique is not perfect, it is still viable for cultivation up until the Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer.

”Ah Die, when I returned, I saw Uncle Zhao at the foot of the mountain.”

”Hmm?” Shen Yuan nodded, ”What did he say to you?”

Currently, most of the affairs in Jinliu Village are managed by Zhao Shuan and former Village Chief Yang Changlin, and Shen Yuan seldom intervenes. Only for major matters do they seek his counsel.

”It’s regarding Huishui Beach and Black Stone Village,” Shen Wenxing began, ”Recently, the two villages have been integrated into our Jinliu Village, and the village’s industries have gradually been imparted to them.”

”Uncle Zhao discussed with me that many have come from Black Stone Village and Huishui Beach, expressing their desire to send their children to the martial arts hall to learn martial arts.”

”Uncle Zhao seems a bit uncertain and asked me to seek your opinion.”

Shen Yuan did not immediately answer. With his fingers tapping the desk in front of him, he spoke deeply, ”Tell me your thoughts first.”

After a moment of contemplation, Shen Wenxing said, ”I think, since we’ve already integrated the two villages, and considering that Black Stone Village and Huishui Beach have remained relatively stable recently, we should treat them equally and allow the children from both villages to attend the martial arts hall and academy to study.”

”In this way, it would also benefit our Shen Family.”

Shen Yuan nodded.

”That’s the principle, but it cannot be executed in that manner.”

”The time since the two villages became part of Jinliu Village is still too short, and the sense of belonging among the common people is still weak.”

”If we allow them to easily achieve their desires this way, it will eventually breed arrogance within them.”

Standing up from his chair, Shen Yuan paced with his hands behind his back and continued, ”You must be aware that the spiritual energy of Yangnao Land is gradually recovering.”

”The Immortals’ attention to the Yangnao Land will increasingly intensify, making the situation unpredictable and filled with variables.”

”If unforeseen circumstances arise one day, Jinliu Village must possess enough strength to control the situation and suppress the other two villages’ power, ensuring stability.”

Shen Wenxing slightly nodded, ”I haven’t considered things thoroughly enough.”

”I’ll go find Uncle Zhao now and inform him of your decision, Father.”

Shen Wenxing rose to leave.

”Return.”

Shen Yuan turned back to call him, ”Father hasn’t finished speaking yet.”

”Since Black Stone Village and Huishui Beach have come looking several times, it indicates that the common people’s sentiment in both villages aligns with this.”

”It’s the public will.”

”If we reject them all, it may lead them to feel that the Shen Family is excluding outsiders.”

”When you meet with Uncle Zhao, you both need to come up with a strategy that doesn’t extinguish their hope, yet doesn’t allow them to easily succeed either.”

Pondering over his father’s words, Shen Wenxing formed a plan and then left with his hands cupped in respect.

Time quickly passed by more than a month.

One day, after a session of cultivation, Shen Yuan felt something and decided to leave the Black Water Pavilion to visit the spirit medicine garden on the mountain.

Thinking back, the spirit medicine garden was established through painstaking effort, with baskets of soil being carried in by him and Uncle Ya, using ropes to move along, investing a great deal of effort to set it up.

Now, with the Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer, he leaped off the cliff, using the Cloud Dragon Skill to gather some water vapor beneath his feet, indulging in the feeling of being an Immortal as he gracefully landed within.

In the valley, the spirit seeds were all thriving, and the two rows of Purple Star Fruit Trees near the western side of the spirit medicine garden had already grown to the thickness of his thigh.

Shen Yuan walked slowly under the Purple Star Fruit Trees, looking at the young fruits hanging above, feeling very pleased.

After nearly ten years, these Purple Star Fruit Trees had finally all borne fruit.

In a few months, when these fruits mature, he plans to pick some to bring home for his wife and daughters-in-law to enjoy more.

Leaving from the Purple Star Fruit Trees, Shen Yuan walked around among the spirit seed herbs and unexpectedly discovered that among the many spirit medicines in the garden, seven kinds were used for refining Body Tempering Pills.

Before acquiring the Alchemy Master’s Manual, he only knew these were spirit medicines, but wasn’t aware of their specific effects and uses.

After studying the Alchemy Master’s Manual carefully, he could now recognize all the varieties of spirit medicines in the medicine garden.

After a careful calculation, Shen Yuan immediately noted down the five missing herbs required out of the twelve for refining the Body Tempering Pill, planning to later ask the eldest to see if there were spirit seeds in the Ascension Pavilion.

If spirit seeds were available, he could buy some more to plant.

Thus, when the time came, the Shen Family could attempt refining the Body Tempering Pill themselves, without needing to request them from Qiyun Valley.

Leaving the spirit medicine garden, Shen Yuan was about to head back, when he abruptly turned and looked at the distant mountain.

There was his family’s orchard.

Back then, in a bid to generate income, he had cleared five acres of mountain forest to plant fruit trees, only to be greatly vexed by Su Jingshan for this action.

These years, as he no longer had to worry about livelihood, Brother Shuan had been in charge of the orchard’s harvest, and Shen Yuan hadn’t concerned himself with it for many years.

Since he was here today, he might as well visit the orchard.

With a leap, Shen Yuan quickly moved along the rugged mountain path, and before long, he arrived at the orchard.

It happened to be the season when the peach trees bore fruit. The peach trees planted over a decade ago had grown incredibly robust.

Shen Yuan strolled among them, looking at the large peaches hanging from the branches, feeling a tinge of emotion in his heart.

”Is it... the master?”

An old voice echoed from behind.

Shen Yuan slowly turned around and saw an old man with a head full of white hair, his upper body hunched over almost touching the ground.

”Uncle Fu?”

Upon hearing his response, the old man was filled with excitement, his voice choked with emotion as he said, ”It really is the master!”

”It has been... it’s been years since I last saw the master.”

Fu Gui supported himself with a peach wood cane, speaking excitedly.

Shen Yuan slowly walked over to him, helping him to the edge of the orchard.

The simple shed that was originally there had somehow turned into a wooden house.

In the open ground in front of the house, some vegetables were planted, full of life.

The two of them arrived at the wooden house, and Fu Gui found a wooden stool and said, ”Master, please sit.”

Shen Yuan nodded and sat down, glancing around as he asked, ”Have you been living here all these years, Uncle Fu?”

Fu Gui sat on a nearby tree stump, which was polished shiny, holding the peach wood cane with both hands, and did his best to straighten up as he chuckled, ”I’ve been living here for four years.”

Four years...

”And your son...”

He recalled that Fu Gui had a son who, due to an injury from hunting in the mountains, was forced to sell their family land and became a tenant.

”He caught a cold four years ago and passed away.”

A touch of bitterness flashed across Fu Gui’s aged face.

”My son was filial and didn’t want to trouble an old man like me...”

”After he left, I moved over here.”

”This house was built for me by Steward Zhao, he’s a good man.”

”Master.” Fu Gui sized up Shen Yuan and said, ”After all these years, you still look the same. I thought my old eyes were blurry.”

Shen Yuan looked down at himself.

It dawned on him that, unwittingly, he was nearing the age of forty.

Yet, after becoming a Postnatal Martial Artist, his vital energy was abundant, and his appearance aged slowly.

Later, after breaking through to the Innate level and being nourished by Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, his appearance even regained some youth, looking not much different from back then.

But looking at Fu Gui...

Shen Yuan remembered when he first hired Fu Gui as a short-term worker; the old man had not yet reached sixty years.

Now, more than twenty years had passed, and he had aged to such an extent.

Fu Gui chuckled as he looked at himself, then shakily clasped his hands in salute and said, ”Master, I fear I won’t be around long enough to see this orchard anymore.”

”Today, being able to see the master again is truly my fortune.”

”I have an impertinent request, I hope the master can grant it.”

Shen Yuan nodded slightly.

Fu Gui turned his head to look at the lush peach trees in the distance, as if looking at his own children, a smile of gratification appearing on his face.

”Ever since these fruit trees were planted, I’ve always helped the master take care of them, watching them grow year by year. It’s been more than twenty years in a flash.”

”I wish to ask the master for a burial place near this orchard...”

Seeing his expression, Shen Yuan was momentarily reminded of the Fu Gui who once wanted to exchange his wages for his family’s grains.

”Yes.”

”That piece of land then.”

Shen Yuan pointed to a slightly leveled forested area above the orchard, saying, ”The place can overlook the entire orchard.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Gui looked up at the spot Shen Yuan indicated, smiling as he said, ”Good... very good!”

”That piece of land is great!”

”Thank you, master!”

He slowly turned around and bowed to Shen Yuan.

Seeing this, Shen Yuan felt a bit sad.

Life is but a brief hundred years; without cultivation, he might be just like Fu Gui was back then.

Another twenty years, and the current Fu Gui would be him at that time...

He scanned Fu Gui’s body with his Divine Sense, finding Death Qi pervasive, with vitality barely visible.

Shen Yuan realized that the old man’s lifespan had exhausted, likely not lasting past the lunar New Year’s end.

”Uncle Fu, I’m heading back now.”

Fu Gui shakily stood and spoke, tinged with reluctance, ”Master... won’t you stay a while longer?”

Shen Yuan gently shook his head, his figure flashing as he swept down the mountain.

Watching him disappear, Fu Gui sighed, and then as if recalling something, smiled softly, muttering, ”To have an Immortal for a master, my life has been worthwhile...”

...

Descending from the mountain, Shen Yuan calmed his mood and found Zhao Shuan, who was busy preparing for the summer harvest.

”Uncle Fu from the orchard doesn’t have long left; Brother Shuan, make sure to have people check on him more frequently.”

”The old man wishes to be buried near the orchard. I promised him a spot on the west side that overlooks the orchard. When things are less busy, have someone prepare it.”

Zhao Shuan sighed slightly and nodded, saying, ”The old man suffered for half his life, in the end leaving no descendents.”

”Ah Yuan, tell me, why do people live at all?”

Shen Yuan gently patted his shoulder with a smile, ”You’re still healthy and strong, don’t overthink it.”

Zhao Shuan laughed heartily, shifting topics, ”Ah Yuan, you’ve been immersed in cultivation and probably haven’t seen the fields for years, right?”

Shen Yuan was taken aback, ”It’s been quite a while, indeed.”

Seeing this, Zhao Shuan immediately wrapped an arm around his shoulder, ”Come, let me show you!”

”You won’t believe how good the crops are this year!”

The two brothers arrived at the fields, and Zhao Shuan casually plucked an ear of grain and handed it over.

”Look, crystal clear, even better than last year’s finest rice!”

Shen Yuan took the ear of grain, grinded out some of the rice grains into his palm, and suddenly furrowed his brow.

Spiritual Qi!?