Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

It’s no wonder that Shen Chonghong would risk his life to bring back something so important.

As the grandfather and grandson were speaking, a demon cloud appeared over Yunshui City.

As the demon cloud dissipated, many Shen Family cultivators, including Shen Wenxing, Shen Xiumu, and the Snow Wolf King, hurriedly descended into the city.

”Father, I rushed here from Seven Sages Mountain without encountering any danger.”

Shen Wenxing cupped his hands and spoke, then looked at Shen Chongming, ”What about your side?”

With a bleak expression, Shen Chongming said, ”Chonghong was ambushed by a Fetal Breathing Perfection Realm cultivator from Jianan Temple.”

”When I arrived, Chonghong had already burned his Foundation of the Immortal Embryo. Right now, Elder Jiang is healing him.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Wenxing’s face changed drastically.

Shen Chonghong was his second son. He knew the implications of burning the Foundation of the Immortal Embryo.

”However, Chonghong brought back something very important.”

Seeing his father’s face full of worry, Shen Chongming had to change the topic first.

”Xiumu, take them away first.”

Glancing at the many juniors from other surnames beside him, Shen Chongming instructed his son Shen Xiumu to take those people away.

”Yes.”

Shen Xiumu nodded in agreement.

The few of them waited outside the private room for a moment before Shen Xiubai pushed the door open and came out.

”Great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather, Elder Jiang is asking you to go in.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuan and the others turned and walked into the private room.

At this moment, Shen Chonghong was still sitting cross-legged, but his aura had obviously stabilized a lot.

”Elder Jiang, how is Chonghong?”

Shen Wenxing hurriedly cupped his hands and asked.

After adjusting his breath slightly, Jiang Xiuqi stood up and sighed, ”His injuries are stabilized, but...”

Turning his head to glance at Shen Chonghong, he shook his head regretfully and said, ”But his Foundation of the Immortal Embryo is severely damaged, and in this life, he fears he will have no chance of reaching the Late Stage of Fetal Breathing.”

For a cultivator, knowing there’s no further progress in cultivation in this life is far more painful than death.

Jiang Xiuqi could not determine whether Shen Chonghong, upon waking up, would be able to stabilize his Dao Heart after knowing his condition.

In front of him, Shen Yuan and the others had already guessed this answer, but suddenly hearing Jiang Xiuqi’s words, they all still found it hard to accept.

Shen Chonghong’s talent was not poor, and the quality of his Spirit Root was considered middle grade.

He had already reached the Middle Stage of Fetal Breathing before reaching the age of destiny. Though the chances of achieving the Golden Core were slim, achieving Fetal Breathing Perfection was not a problem.

But now, due to the damage to the Foundation of the Immortal Embryo, his cultivation is stagnant at the Middle Stage of Fetal Breathing, which is truly a pity.

”Thank you, Elder Jiang.”

Suppressing the sadness in his heart, Shen Wenxing cupped his hands towards Jiang Xiuqi, then looked at Shen Chongming and said, ”Chongming, arrange accommodations for Elder Jiang and let him rest.”

After cupping his hands, Shen Chongming led Jiang Xiuqi away.

Inside the private room, the father and son glanced at Shen Chonghong beside them, and Shen Wenxing narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, ”Father, this enmity cannot just be left at that.”

”I must seek justice for Chonghong!”

Shen Yuan nodded.

This time, when Shen Chonghong was attacked, it was clear that the Golden Core cultivator behind Jianan Temple had meddled to so accurately know his location.

Since that’s the case, the Shen Family does not need to be polite.

”The third Great Harvest is about to begin.”

”We’ll settle this enmity during the third Great Harvest.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Wenxing frowned slightly and said, ”But in the third Great Harvest, our Shen Family may not necessarily encounter Jianan Temple...”

”Whether we encounter them or not, isn’t it up to our Shen Family to decide?”

Shen Yuan glanced at him and said in a deep voice.

...

The Laishui River.

Since the last ancient city incident at the river bottom, this river, which flows turbulently from the depths of Cloud Dragon Mountain, has become a forbidden area for Shen Family cultivators.

Without permission, no cultivators are allowed to explore the waters.

However, at the bottom of the Laishui River at this moment, a figure was sitting cross-legged in the water.

This figure was Xu Zhan.

The ancient city at the bottom of the river was intricately connected to him, and he was regarded as the key to the ruins of the ancient city.

With the third Great Harvest approaching, and having received Shen Wenxing’s consent to his marriage with Shen You, Xu Zhan planned to seclude at the bottom of the Laishui River, hoping to break through the Fourth Realm of Body Cultivation as soon as possible, so he could establish military achievements in the third Great Harvest and secure some territory for the Shen Family as a bride price.

In terms of status, Xu Zhan’s family was just an ordinary farming household from Yunshui City.

His ancestors lived in Jinliu Village back in the day, and after Yunshui City was built, they were taken care of and moved into the city to live.

His parents were also ordinary people, and their status was naturally incomparable to Shen You, this princess of the Shen Family.

Taken in as a disciple by Shen Wenxing and sharing mutual feelings with Shen You, Xu Zhan always wanted to perform well and not let his senior sister down.

Sitting cross-legged in the silent bottom of the Laishui River, Xu Zhan’s body was covered in a large amount of gray mist.

This aura wasn’t like ordinary spiritual power but was also different from the Yin Qi on those from the Underworld.

The gray mist seemed to be another kind of aura different from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and Yin Qi.

However, Xu Zhan at this time felt nothing towards this gray mist, as his entire Heart Spirit was immersed in a peculiar state interwoven with illusion and reality.

In his Sea of Consciousness, the phantom of the ancient city kept appearing, and the buildings and looming figures within gave a sense of realism yet remained untouchable.

Subconsciously, Xu Zhan wanted to break free from this strange state.

But the surrounding gray mist seemed to confine him tightly, leaving him unable to move.

He had already forgotten how long he’d been trapped in this state, only vaguely sensing his own Qi Blood Power slowly waning, as if a sense of aging from the passing of time constantly invaded.