Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

Fu Feng, newly freed, had a somewhat complex expression as she moved her limbs and slowly crossed the boundary she hadn’t ventured beyond in a decade, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes.

”I hope you remember one thing, General. This is for Ah Jiu and the children, not a pledge of loyalty to the Shen Family.”

”Also, the Fushan Country has shown kindness to me. If there’s ever a conflict between the Shen Family and Fushan Country, I hope you won’t let Ah Jiu and my children get involved.”

Meeting her gaze, Shen Chongming smiled lightly and said, ”I can promise you that.”

After speaking, he turned to the side and addressed Wu Jiu, who was nervous yet excited: ”Prepare yourself. In a few days, we will have You’Er and Xu Zhan’s wedding, and we’ll also hold a ceremony for you and General Fu Feng to formalize her status.”

Wu Jiu was overjoyed at this and bowed: ”Thank you, Patriarch!”

Shen Chongming walked slowly to the cave entrance, looking at Wu Jiu who followed him, and said: ”You must nurture the child with the Wind Attribute Spirit Root well. I will ensure daily cultivation resources are provided at the level of the family’s Crown Prince.”

”After the child turns three, I will personally take them as my disciple.”

It’s essential to keep such potentially powerful outsiders within one’s grasp.

”Thank you, Patriarch!”

Wu Jiu bowed again in gratitude.

He understood Shen Chongming’s intentions well, but given his child’s inherent potential, being accepted as a direct disciple was an immense fortune.

With the Shen Family’s resources and Shen Chongming’s guidance, his child is expected to reach Fetal Breathing Perfection, and might even progress further.

”Alright, if you need anything for your daily life, ask the Clan Court for it, don’t hesitate.”

Shen Chongming turned and patted his shoulder, offering this advice before leaving the back mountain.

In the courtyard’s side room.

The father and son sat facing each other.

”Are you saying the Wind Attribute Spirit Root female cultivator captured from Fushan Country back then has now borne six children with Wu Jiu?”

Shen Wenxing looked at Shen Chongming with surprise.

After the second Harvest ended, he began secluded meditation to break through to the Fourth Realm of Body Cultivation, which he achieved only two years ago, unaware of Shen Chongming’s arrangements.

Shen Chongming picked up the teacup before him and nodded: ”In ten years, Wu Jiu and she had six children - two daughters and four sons, all possessing Spirit Roots.”

”The youngest girl, which I just examined, indeed has a variant Wind Attribute Spirit Root.”

”Father, I plan to take advantage of Zhongyi and You’Er’s wedding to formalize Wu Jiu’s marriage to Fu Feng.”

”This way, Fu Feng gets her rightful status, signaling to the remaining Southern Border forces that the Shen Family welcomes all who wish to pledge loyalty.”

Shen Wenxing nodded slightly.

”Are you planning on inviting some of the Southern Border forces to the wedding?”

Shen Chongming didn’t answer directly, but smiled: ”The annihilation of Jianan Temple made me realize something.”

”For the Shen Family to truly prosper, we must develop internally and absorb other forces.”

”Only then can we rapidly strengthen.”

”With Jianan Temple unexpectedly destroyed during this Harvest, I want to observe the chess players’ intentions behind it.”

”If my previous assumptions are wrong and they don’t interfere with Yangnao Land’s structure, then the Shen Family must strategize these next steps carefully.”

Hearing this, Shen Wenxing’s expression subtly shifted.

He always knew his son Shen Chongming was ambitious and decisive.

If it’s true that the chess players don’t intend to intervene after Jianan Temple’s destruction, then the Shen Family might truly have to take action soon.

”Handle these matters as you see fit; I won’t interfere much,” Shen Wenxing said with a light smile, raising the teacup before him.

The Shen Family’s power is quite established now, and it’s time to flaunt it a little to gain more benefits from various factions.

”You’Er and Xu Zhan are in the city. Send a letter to Flame Lake City to have Zhongyi return as well.”

”Then, discuss the marriage arrangements with your aunt.”

”Decide on the invitees yourself.”

”I will go check on your grandfather.”

This past Harvest, the mysterious death of Monk Hui Yuan from Jianan Temple made Shen Wenxing feel uneasy, prompting him to consult his father.

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On the top floor of the Seven Layer Tower in Yunzhong County City, sat three figures cross-legged.

The three were Shen Wen’an, Jiang Xiuqi, and the Golden Core Ancestor Feng Changyou from the Southern Border Celestial Sandalwood Mountain.

”Brother Feng, you couldn’t have come all this way just for the Market, right?”

Among the three, Shen Wen’an was curious as Feng Chang You had solely focused on casual tea conversation since arriving, never mentioning anything else.

Jiang Xiuqi looked over with equal curiosity.

Clearly, they doubted Feng Changyou would travel such a long distance merely for the Market opening.

Wearing an elegant blue robe with gold patterns, Feng Changyou chuckled and set down his teacup.

”Brother Shen is indeed impatient.”

”Feng actually has other matters to discuss with you both.”

After a pause, he waved his hand, casting a barrier over the loft.

”Have you heard of the Dao Source?”

After a slight hesitation, Feng Changyou suddenly posed this question.

Dao Source!?

Upon hearing this, Shen Wen’an’s heart was startled.

While Jiang Xiuqi was visibly puzzled, not understanding what a Dao Source could be.

”Dare I ask, Fellow Daoist Feng, what is the Dao Source?”

Feng Changyou glanced at Shen Wen’an with a smile: ”Brother Shen seems to have heard of the Dao Source.”

This surprised Jiang Xiuqi, who turned to look at Shen Wen’an.

The Southern Border factions believed the Shen Family to be an ancient cultivation clan, while Luoxia Mountain knew their true background.