Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

He also knew that the ordinary common people of Red Leaf City were definitely controlled by the Jianan Temple’s Seed of Destiny Transformation Scripture.

If they were cultivators, their own divine spirits would be strong enough, and Literary Dao cultivators could still wake them up with vast righteous qi.

But the souls of the ordinary common people were inherently weak, and being controlled by the Seed of Destiny Transformation Scripture for so long, there was no possibility of saving them.

”Forget it, once all those monks of Jianan Temple are killed, just leave these people in the city and let them fend for themselves.”

Ultimately, he couldn’t bring himself to let the cultivators harm these common people, after all, aside from their fanatical faith in Jianan Temple, they were no different from normal common people.

Perhaps leaving them in the city might even allow them to live well enough.

This large-scale harvest was soon nearing its end.

After resolving the matters in Red Leaf City, the three armies of the Shen Family directly advanced to the outskirts of Zhili Imperial City.

By this time, Hui Yuan’s death was finally discovered by the monks of Jianan Temple guarding the Imperial City.

A powerful half-step Great Brightness Realm cultivator was killed without warning in a secret chamber; within the Imperial City, the numerous monks of Jianan Temple couldn’t believe it.

In a moment, the entire Imperial City Zen Temple was thrown into chaos.

Such chaos gave the Shen Family an opportunity.

After Shen Wenxing and his son, along with Xu Zhan and others, discussed the matter, they decided to storm into the Imperial City Zen Temple for a good heist.

It has been over thirty years since the Southern Border’s arrival. Among all forces, the Jianan Temple was the best at management; the Imperial City Zen Temple was their stronghold.

Surely it must contain a vast amount of cultivation resources and treasures.

The three armies launched attacks from three directions. Due to Hui Yuan’s death, the monks of Jianan Temple in the Imperial City Zen Temple were already in disarray.

One by one, they had no thoughts of resistance and fled in all directions.

”Strange... Jianan Temple should have more power than just those on the outside.”

”I remember that old bald Hui Yuan was a powerful half-step Golden Core Realm cultivator; how could he let his stronghold fall into such chaos?”

Shen Chongming was puzzled.

He always had a feeling that this might be a conspiracy or trap set by Jianan Temple.

But seeing that the cultivators under his command had already stormed into the Zen Hall and found many magical artifacts, spirit ore, and spirit crystals, while those monks from Jianan Temple were just busy running for their lives, showing no signs of any trap, Shen Chongming was suspicious.

”Ignore these for now; you and Xu Zhan be on guard. I will take people to properly scour the Zhili Imperial City.”

Shen Wenxing remarked in a deep voice as he surveyed the surroundings.

This large-scale harvest was a great boon for the Shen Family.

With the spoils before them, there was no reason not to take them.

Over ten thousand Shen Family cultivators scoured the Imperial City for several days, ultimately returning laden with wealth.

After the large harvest ended, when other forces had time to investigate the war situation between the Shen Family and Jianan Temple, everyone was stunned!

Jianan Temple, which all forces found troublesome, was unexpectedly defeated by the Shen Family in a sweeping manner!

Not only were seven or eight Void Observation Perfection Realm monks under their command killed, but their stronghold was also infiltrated by the Shen Family, and decades of accumulation looted completely!

There were even rumors that the strongest figure in Jianan Temple in the Yangnao Land, the half-step Golden Core Realm’s Hui Yuan, had been slain!

This news, spreading across the Southern Border, left various forces shocked, each with a heavy heart.

Last time, during the large harvest, the Shen Family’s sword cultivator emerged out of nowhere, dealing a blow to Fushan Country, who ended up losing half its territory and had to exchange an ancient battle array for its return, albeit reluctantly.

And this time, the power displayed by the Shen Family during the harvest was even more terrifying!

Slaying the half-step Golden Core Realm’s Hui Yuan...

Could it be the Golden Core cultivator of the Shen Family who acted?

Otherwise, was a half-step Golden Core Realm cultivator that easy to kill?

When Shen Wenxing and others were looting the Zhili Imperial City, they indeed found Hui Yuan’s body that had been cut into pieces, knowing for sure he had been killed.

As for who did it, they had no idea.

But regarding the outside world’s rumor that Hui Yuan died at the hands of the Shen Family, they naturally wouldn’t explain.

They let the misunderstanding stand.

This way, others would know the Shen Family’s strength and be deterred from provoking them lightly.

Not long after the large harvest ended, Celestial Sandalwood Mountain issued an invitation, claiming to hold a ceremony to open the market.

In the invitation, Old Man Jin specifically mentioned that their Golden Core Ancestor Feng Changyou would personally visit the Yangnao Land.

After receiving this invitation, Shen Chongming pondered for a moment, then headed to his third uncle Shen Wen’an’s small courtyard.

In the courtyard, Shen Wen’an stood with his hands behind his back in the martial arts arena, instructing Shen Chongzhen on sword skill cultivation.

”Third Uncle.”

After Shen Chongming saluted with cupped hands, he looked at Shen Chongzhen, a hint of doubt on his face.

”Why is Brother Zhen’s cultivation still at the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer?”

Shen Wen’an smiled lightly and gestured for him to the pavilion to talk.

Once they sat down in the pavilion, Shen Wen’an spoke, ”Chongzhen’s path is different from mine, so it’s normal for his realm to improve more slowly.”

”You came here for something?”

Shen Chongming poured two cups of tea, handed one over, and then took out an invitation from his chest.

Shen Wen’an glanced at the invitation, curious, ”A small market causing a stir big enough to alarm the Golden Core Ancestor of Celestial Sandalwood Mountain?”

Shen Chongming sipped tea with a faint smile, ”The old man’s intention is not wine; Celestial Sandalwood Mountain’s Golden Core Ancestor is coming to Yangnao Land, and the market ceremony is just an excuse.”

Shen Wen’an nodded.

He had seen Feng Changyou of Celestial Sandalwood Mountain.

His cultivation is strong amongst Golden Core Realm, clearly not someone who would come to Yangnao Land for a small market.

”Perhaps he wants to discuss something with me and Elder Jiang.”

Returning the invitation to Shen Chongming, he picked up his tea cup and said, ”When the time comes, Third Uncle will accompany you.”

Shen Chongming nodded, finished his cup of tea, then rose, saluted, ”In this case, I won’t disturb Third Uncle any longer.”

After leaving Shen Wen’an’s small courtyard, Shen Chongming intended to discuss He Zhongyi and Xu Zhan’s marriage with his father when a cultivator quickly approached him.

”Patriarch, Lord Wu Jiu requests an audience.”

Wu Jiu?

Shen Chongming was momentarily stunned, recalling the task he had given Wu Jiu.

”Where is he?”

The cultivator replied, cupping his hands, ”In the rear mountain cave residence.”

Shen Chongming nodded, ”Take me there.”

The two followed a winding path to the rear mountain, where a plain small courtyard stood, with four children playing at the gate.

Seeing unfamiliar faces, the four children cautiously stood together.

”These children...”

Glancing at the four children, Shen Chongming noticed the youngest was around five or six, while the eldest was about eight or nine years old.

”Are all Lord Wu Jiu’s children.”

The cultivator explained, cupping his hands.

Hearing this, Shen Chongming’s expression turned peculiar.

Inside the courtyard, Wu Jiu apparently heard the commotion and hurried out with a smile, saluting Shen Chongming.

”Subordinate pays respects to the Patriarch.”

After greeting, he then scolded the four children nearby.

”You little scamps, hurry up and pay your respects to the Patriarch.”

The four children cautiously approached and saluted.

”Heh heh, these little ones are immature, pardon their rudeness, Patriarch.”

”Please, step inside, Patriarch.”

Following him into the courtyard, Shen Chongming found that besides the four children outside, there was a toddler learning to walk inside.

In another corner, a cradle held a baby still in swaddling clothes.

Next to the cradle, two Barbarian Race women were carefully tending to the child.

Wu Jiu led Shen Chongming to the cradle, and as Shen Chongming looked at the pinkish baby, Wu Jiu smiled and saluted, ”Please take a look, Patriarch.”

After a glance at the baby, Shen Chongming gently extended his hand to grasp the baby’s small hand, probing with his divine sense into the baby’s body, and was instantly surprised!

Wind Attribute Spirit Root!?