Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

Chapter 403: Chapter 209: Eighth Grade Bloodline (Part 3)

The various common people under their rule secretly thought that immortals were high and mighty, cultivators were omnipotent, and the Shen Family’s refusal of those foreign common people and cultivators was cold-hearted and ungrateful.

Some even naively believed that if they had immortal fate, if they had cultivation techniques, they would certainly become worldly heroes and save lives from peril.

This action could be considered a counterattack against these rumors and slanders.

Just to show them that in the face of such disasters, cultivators are more desperate than ordinary common people.

”Nephew plans to spread mostly things that do not require spirit roots or talent, and surely will not give them the resources for cultivation.”

Wei Qiuling thought for a moment and looked at Shen Wen’an, saying: ”This move by Chongming is indeed quite good.”

”If the common people in the market all have basic cultivation, it’s also beneficial for the future generations’ proliferation.”

Shen Wen’an thought briefly and nodded: ”Since you’ve decided, go ahead and do it.”

He has always been indifferent to family strategic planning.

In contrast, Shen Chongming was trained from a young age to be the family leader, with an impeccable sense of the bigger picture and wisdom.

Shen Wen’an naturally would not interfere too much.

The role he plays is as the family sword, slaughtering all external enemies for the entire Shen Family and eliminating all hidden obstacles hindering the family’s development.

”Thank you, Third Uncle.”

Shen Chongming slightly cupped his hands, just as he was about to say something, he noticed Wei Qiuling’s furrowed brows and slightly pained expression.

Shen Wen’an also noticed her condition at this time.

”Senior Sister, what’s wrong?”

Wei Qiuling suppressed her discomfort, saying: ”I might be about to give birth.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Wen’an’s expression became somewhat tense and flustered.

”Third... Third Uncle, take care of Third Aunt, nephew shall call my mother and grandma!”

Shen Chongming also stood up nervously and ran towards the backyard.

...

A loud cry rang out from the backyard of the estate.

Everyone in the courtyard was immersed in a scene of joy at this time.

”Mother, you have another grandson.”

Hu Yufen’s side, Huang Lingxiu spoke with a smile.

Since receiving a strand of pill qi and cultivating the ”Cyan Emperor Longevity Technique”, Hu Yufen now appeared radiant, standing together with Huang Lingxiu as if they were sisters.

”Haha... good, good, good.”

Hu Yufen smiled broadly.

Shen Chongming, beside her, also joked: ”Grandma, when we wanted you to cultivate, you were unwilling.”

”If you hadn’t cultivated, how could you have had the chance to see Third Uncle’s child?”

Upon hearing this, Hu Yufen pretended to be angry as she glared at him, and the family was filled with laughter.

Tah!

Tah!

Tah!

Light footsteps accompanied by slight friction sounds came forth.

A figure in a moon-white long skirt with hair casually tied at the back with a white jade hairpin walked slowly forward, followed by a giant centipede glimmering with a silver light.

Shen Li arrived in the courtyard and slightly bowed.

”Li’Er pays respects to Grandma and, aunt.”

”Brother Chongming.”

Hu Yufen saw her and cheerfully stepped forward, pulling her hand, saying: ”Girl, you came at the right time, this seventh generation of the Shen Family, you’re not the youngest anymore.”

Shen Li’s face showed a gentle smile as she nodded, then turned to Shen Wen’an and said:

”Third Uncle, Grandpa asked Li’Er to bring this.”

As she spoke, she handed over a piece of yellow paper.

Shen Wen’an took the note, opened it, and glanced at it; it had only three words on it.

Shen Chongzhen.

”Is this the name granted by your grandfather?”

Shen Wen’an closed the paper, a rare smile appearing on his face.

Shen Chongming, beside him, also relaxed inexplicably and said: ”Grandpa has already calculated that Third Uncle will have a child, so there should be no further issues, right?”

Meeting his gaze, Shen Li only smiled slightly.

But in her heart, there was a sense of bitterness.

This note was actually left by Shen Yuan a long time ago.

For months, while cultivating in the Black Water Pavilion, she could only determine through the faint, thread-like qi from the third floor that her grandfather had no danger to his life.

But with the family’s complex affairs now, she couldn’t contribute much, nor did she reveal the true condition of her grandfather, Shen Yuan.

”Third Uncle, Li’Er will head back first.”

”Grandma, aunt, please take care.”

Once she finished speaking, Shen Li slightly bowed and slowly walked out of the yard.

Shen Wen’an took another look at the note in his hand and quickly entered the room.

There he saw Wei Qiuling cuddling her newborn son, with servants and the house’s healer attending to her side.

”Father has given the child a name.”

He passed the note to Wei Qiuling.

Wei Qiuling glanced at the note, nodded with a satisfied smile, and said: ”’Zhen’ as origin, without falsehood, Father has given a good name.”

Shen Wen’an looked down at the quiet little fellow in his wife’s arms, and his rather stern face showed a touch of gentle smile.

”Then it shall be Shen Chongzhen.”

...

In the center of Black Water Pool, the solemn Black Water Pavilion stood quietly.

Shen Li returned to the edge of Black Water Pool with the Silver Thread Centipede, ready to step onto the floating bridge, but suddenly felt a strange fluctuation from the third floor of the Black Water Pavilion.

Her eyes, like a deep pool, suddenly narrowed, revealing a hint of delight.

”Xiao Yin, guard here, make sure no one approaches.”

The Silver Thread Centipede raised its head and looked at her, then coiled up, directly blocking off the entire floating bridge.

Shen Li lifted the hems of her long skirt and quickly arrived at the front of the Black Water Pavilion, sitting down cross-legged.

On the third floor, in the dim room, Shen Yuan, dressed in a profound black brocade robe, with snow-white hair draped down, displayed a face full of wrinkles, already aged beyond recognition.

This was the cost he paid when he forcibly invoked the White Jade Turtle Shell, using the red and white swirls to impersonate Bai Ze.