Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

Shen Wen’an smiled and cupped his hands in a salute to the few people present, then left the other courtyard and headed towards Yunshui City.

...

In the backyard of the old residence, in the corridor exposed to wind and rain, Huang Lingshan leaned against the railing, lost in thought as she gazed at the few orchids competing in beauty before her.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from not far behind her.

The footsteps approached, then abruptly stopped.

Huang Lingshan slowly turned around and saw a figure clad in a silver silk brocade dress, possessing a mix of elegance and vigor, standing motionless in the distance.

Huang Lingxiu looked at the figure in the corridor with disbelief and amazement, her feet seeming to be nailed firmly to the ground, not daring to move forward.

”Mother, that’s your elder aunt.”

Beside her, Shen Chongming slightly bowed his head and spoke softly.

Huang Lingxiu heard the words, snapped back to reality, took another look at Huang Lingshan in the corridor, and quickly stepped forward.

She looked up and down at Huang Lingshan, who was dressed in a goose-yellow long skirt with her hair casually tied behind her head. After opening and closing her mouth for a long time, she finally spoke.

”Sister... Sister?”

Huang Lingshan nodded with a smile, her voice gentle and slow: ”Your features still resemble how they were when you were little.”

”The aura on you is unmistakable.”

Hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Huang Lingxiu’s eyes, and tears soon welled up.

”Is it really you, Sister?”

She stumbled forward and gently took Huang Lingshan’s hands: ”Where have you been all these years, Sister?”

Huang Lingshan smiled, gently lifted her hand, and wiped away the tears from Huang Lingxiu’s eyes.

But this gentle action only made the tears in Huang Lingxiu’s eyes burst forth like a breached river.

”Alright, alright.”

”You’re over a hundred years old now, just like when you were a child.”

Huang Lingshan said warmly, constantly wiping the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Seeing this from a distance, Shen Chongming understood that it was not the time to disturb the two sisters, and discreetly left the small courtyard.

In the courtyard’s pavilion.

The two sisters sat closely together.

”Did you and Father think I was gone back then?”

After briefly recounting her experiences over the years, Huang Lingshan asked softly.

Huang Lingxiu sighed slightly.

”Father never spoke about it, but back then, I often saw him staring blankly at Sister’s room...”

”Now, in a blink, he has been gone for decades.”

”Brother Qi and Brother Lin also depleted their life forces and died two years ago.”

”If not for Chongming and the others constantly urging me to cultivate, using all kinds of Heavenly and Earthly Treasures to advance my cultivation to the Early Stage of Fetal Breathing, I fear, Sister, upon your return...”

Huang Lingshan gently patted her palm and, after pondering for a moment, asked: ”Where are Father and Mother buried now?”

Huang Lingxiu replied solemnly: ”Mother passed away early, and her burial place was washed away by a flood back then.”

”Later, when Father passed, Shi Tou and I erected a monument for her and Father anew, which is now on the hill at the back.”

Outside the city, on the rear hill is the Shen Family’s cemetery.

The clan members who died for the Shen Family are all buried there now.

”Take me to see it.”

After a brief consideration, Huang Lingshan said.

Having achieved the status of Sword Immortal and secluded herself in Cyan Ruo Sword House at Yin Sword Peak for over a hundred years, her humanity had long become indifferent, but they were still her bloodline kin, her birth parents.

Since she had returned this time, both emotionally and rationally, she should go and see them.

”Sister, wait a moment, I’ll have someone prepare some paper money and incense.”

Huang Lingxiu stood up and spoke.

Huang Lingshan initially wanted to stop her, but upon thinking about it, she chose not to say anything.

The sisters, accompanied by two maidservants, followed the winding bluestone path to the cemetery on the rear hill.

Two elderly servants with graying hair were tending to the weeds on the graves in the cemetery.

The entire cemetery and its graves were organized neatly.

”Here it is.”

The two arrived in front of a tombstone engraved with the name Huang Qingzhou, and Huang Lingxiu took out a handkerchief to gently wipe the dust off the tombstone.

The two maidservants began taking out incense and paper money from the bamboo basket.

Huang Lingshan gently caressed the tombstone, murmuring, ”Father, Mother, Lingshan has returned.”

...

Yunshui City, Black Water Pavilion.

Shen Yuan sat cross-legged on a cushion on the second floor, Qi surging throughout his body.

Since that night when Huangsheng Sect’s Qu Yunhe came visiting and ”borrowed” half of the Shen Family’s luck with Secret Skill, he had been thinking of ways to reclaim that luck.

But the Secret Skill used by Huangsheng Sect was quite strange.

Shen Yuan tried many methods, yet none seemed to work.

After many attempts, he vaguely deduced a peculiar outcome.

It seemed as though the Shen Family and Huangsheng Sect had engaged in a fair transaction, and that half of the Shen Family’s luck was voluntarily used to purchase a Dao Seal Jade Carving.

The deduced result was as if, in a previous life, both buyer and seller had signed a fair and equitable contract, making it difficult to renege.

Realizing all this, Shen Yuan couldn’t help but chuckle coldly in his heart.

Was this ”contract” truly fair and just?

In a previous life, wouldn’t this Huangsheng Sect be misleading consumers at least?

However, the entity that created this Secret Skill was very cunning, disguising everything as though it was entirely reasonable.

Upon sensing this notion, the White Jade Turtle Shell in Shen Yuan’s Sea of Consciousness began to emit a faint Spiritual Charm, then a small purple sword on the Turtle Shell slowly detached itself.

With a slight thought, the small purple sword quickly dove into a red and white swirling vortex!

The next moment, a wisp of Shen Yuan’s Divine Sense attached to the small sword seemed to pass through a bizarre, colorful tunnel of time and space, directly arriving inside a peculiar building!

The entire building seemed to be made of some kind of glazed crystal, elegant yet not overly extravagant.