Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

Chapter 465: Chapter 219: City Walls Beneath the River_5

He had no particular liking for Tingfeng Valley, especially since it was because Tingfeng Valley spread rumors that his second brother, Shen Wenyan, had allegedly obtained the Female Essence Wisdom Pearl left behind by Bai Ze’s passing, which indirectly led to his death in Danzhou.

However, the strength of Tingfeng Valley was not weak and was even stronger than Luoxia Mountain before Jiang Xiuqi’s breakthrough.

A force with such a long-standing heritage and excellent intelligence being wiped out so completely was truly astonishing.

”Senior Sister, do you know who made the move?”

Throughout Danzhou, it seems only a force like the Upper Three Sects could so neatly and swiftly eradicate Tingfeng Valley.

Huang Lingshan smiled and shook her head.

”Who struck is no longer important.”

”What’s important is that now all the immortal sects in the Qishan Range are trembling with fear, seemingly because of a secret rumor.”

Shen Wen’an asked curiously, ”What rumor?”

Huang Lingshan adjusted her sleeves and solemnly uttered four words.

”Daying Immortal Mansion.”

”There are rumors in the market that the mysterious force that destroyed Tingfeng Valley was purging the descendants of Daying Immortal Mansion.”

”Among the immortal sects in the Qishan Range of Danzhou, quite a few have inherited from Daying Immortal Mansion.”

”What’s laughable is that many immortal sects in Qishan themselves are not certain whether their Daoist heritage comes from Daying Immortal Mansion.”

A strange light flashed in Huang Lingshan’s eyes, then she resumed her calm demeanor.

”However, the Yangnao Land now seems more like a Pure Land. At least, with that old entity guarding it, the mysterious force that eliminated Tingfeng Valley should not dare to easily step into Yangnao Land.”

”In these few days, you should rest well. After that, I will take you to meet with other forces in Danzhou and exchange ideas with some of your generation’s talents. Meanwhile, it will help you accumulate some reputation, making your future journeys less troublesome.”

After a moment’s thought, Shen Wen’an nodded.

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September.

Another year of autumn begins.

The Great Witch Mountain, having suffered a hidden loss during the grand harvest, was extremely dissatisfied.

At this time of Spirit Rice harvest, many Demon Beasts crossed over Hidden Dragon Mountain, heading towards the cities under Shen family’s jurisdiction, intending to plunder the mature Spirit Rice as well as the common people and cultivators.

Chungui City, neighboring Hidden Dragon Mountain, responded in a timely manner, yet still suffered significant losses from repeated attacks.

To counter the attacks from the Great Witch Mountain, the Shen family implemented corresponding retaliatory actions.

Cultivators from Yunshui City formed several teams, repeatedly invading Hidden Dragon Mountain and the Western Wilderness, hunting the Demon Beasts of the Western Wilderness.

Both sides struck back and forth, even managing to seize some Spirit Ore and Spirit Crystals, and acquired numerous demon beast carcasses.

With a large amount of demon beast flesh and blood, many common people without spiritual roots under the Shen family chose the path of Body Cultivation.

Yunshui City Manor.

Near dusk, Shen Chonghong returned from the mountains, covered in blood and cursing angrily.

”A bunch of grain-wasting animals, knowing nothing about harvesting Spirit Rice, only causing havoc.”

Shen Chongming came out to greet him from the courtyard, speaking with a faint smile: ”Demon cultivators are just beasts; did you expect them to have the same meticulous understanding as our human cultivators?”

”How did it go?”

”Has the demon cultivators of Great Witch Mountain retreated?”

Shen Chonghong leaned his long spear against the side, sitting heavily on the doorstep.

”Retreat they did, but much Spirit Rice from the cities was still spoiled.”

Saying this, he suddenly turned to Shen Chongming and whispered: ”Still, eldest brother is wise for allowing them self-governance in advance.”

”Otherwise, given this year’s harvest, who knows how much more resources we’d have to subsidize them with.”

Shen Chongming’s eyes were deep, saying nothing.

These years, the various affiliated families have secretly accumulated a lot of cultivation resources.

Usually, apart from supporting the cultivators under their rule, the extra Spirit Crystals and Spirit Rice were squandered by the direct lineage.

Now, it’s time for them to understand the difficulties the main family has faced over these years and dispel the notion that cultivation resources are windfalls.

If these affiliated families care only for their own interests and do not properly allocate resources, they are bound to decline gradually.

In the cities under his jurisdiction, there are always families willing to rise and replace the existing affiliated families.

Only by letting them feel the pressure can they develop better.

”This season’s Spirit Rice harvest, though fraught with setbacks, has finally concluded in perfection.”

”The farming to come should be better.”

Patting his brother’s shoulder, Shen Chongming sighed slightly, saying: ”Take these few days to rest well. When it’s time to farm, you still need to be careful with the defense, lest the demon cultivators of Great Witch Mountain take advantage.”

Shen Chonghong nodded in agreement, then picked up his long spear magical artifact and walked down towards the courtyard at the foot of the hill.

Approaching the small courtyard, hearing the tinkling sounds from within, a smile appeared on Shen Chonghong’s face, quickening his pace slightly.

In the corner forge of the small courtyard, Xiao Hongxiao, dressed in dark red attire with a fine silk scarf tied on her head, stood with arms folded before a blazing furnace.

Beside the furnace, a seven or eight-year-old boy with a bare torso was wielding a small iron hammer, vigorously pounding the red-hot metal on the anvil.

Shen Chonghong pushed open the courtyard gate and approached the two.

”Husband, you’re back?”

Xiao Hongxiao turned around, speaking with a smile.

The boy in front of the furnace, though hearing the commotion, did not cease his actions, remaining fully focused on hammering the metal in his hands.

”How long has he been practicing?”

Seeing his son covered in sweat, Shen Chonghong asked softly.

”Two hours, it’s almost enough.”

Xiao Hongxiao’s eyes showed a hint of distress but more of pride and satisfaction.