Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

As a body cultivator, the bloodline should have the greatest impact on him. It’s uncertain if there will be significant gains after four years of seclusion this time.

"Is father finally coming out of seclusion?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Chongming’s face revealed a hint of joy.

His father’s successful return from seclusion means that the overall strength of the Shen Family will be enhanced once again.

More importantly, the worry hanging over his heart can finally be put to rest.

The path of cultivation for a body cultivator is full of hardships; one careless mistake could lead to death and the destruction of the Dao.

Therefore, every time his father secluded himself to break through, as a son, Shen Chongming was exceptionally worried.

"Grandson will go and tell this good news to mother."

Hastily standing up, Shen Chongming cupped his hands and hurried towards the manor.

...

Danzhou Barrier.

Shen Wen’an, dressed in a green robe and holding a long sword, had just passed through the barrier when his gaze noticed the figure on the boulder beside the barrier.

It was an eccentric elder with a conical hat, dressed in a gray robe, and lacking any aura.

If his eyes hadn’t caught sight of him, he wouldn’t have noticed him at all.

The eccentric elder sat cross-legged on the boulder, much like the old ape of Hundred Beasts Mountain back then.

Shen Wen’an assessed the elder and became more shocked the more he looked.

With his current cultivation at the late stage of fetal breathing, his divine sense had been greatly enhanced by the Wisdom Sword. Yet staring at that elder, he couldn’t tell if the other was a cultivator!

After the shock in his heart, he slowly cupped his hands: "Greetings, Senior."

Upon hearing the voice, the elder with the conical hat raised his head, revealing a face as dark and wrinkled as that of an elderly farmer.

However, his eyes were much brighter than those of an ordinary old farmer.

"Hehe... I am here by request to guard this place; young friend, please return."

Glancing at Shen Wen’an, the elder with the conical hat spoke gently.

Shen Wen’an was a bit confused, his brows slightly furrowed.

The elder with the conical hat seemed very patient and explained again, "With me here, the cultivators of Danzhou cannot enter Yangnao Land, nor can the cultivators of Yangnao Land go to Danzhou."

"So, young friend, please return."

The voice of the elder with the conical hat was calm, but Shen Wen’an’s heart was extremely shocked!

He was well aware of the strength of Yangnao Land, and besides Jiang Xiuqi, there was likely no other Golden Core Realm cultivator.

But Danzhou was different.

Among the Upper Three Sects, each sect had more than one Golden Core powerhouse.

Shen Wen’an even suspected that there might be undisclosed Purple Mansion Realm powerhouses hidden in the Cyan Ruo Sword House and other Upper Three Sects.

This old man guarded the barrier alone, yet was confident enough not to let anyone pass. What realm had his strength reached?

Could it be that he was a fearsome Nascent Soul Realm powerhouse?

"Senior, do you come from... the Southern Border?"

Shen Wen’an tried asking a question.

The old man with the conical hat didn’t answer, just looked at him with a faintly discernible smile.

There was no hope in Shen Wen’an’s heart regarding this.

Despite the lack of any aura on the elder with the conical hat, looking exactly like a secular and mundane elderly farmer, once provoked, he feared that he wouldn’t even have the chance to resist before being slain.

After a brief silence between the two, Shen Wen’an slightly cupped his hands: "In that case, this junior takes his leave."

It was certainly impossible to pass, and continuing to linger here was of no significance.

If he upset the old man and lost patience, a slap might kill him, which would be a great injustice.

Seeing that he was still discerning, a smile appeared on the face of the elder with the conical hat, who then lowered his brows and eyes, continuing to guard the boulder.

But just as Shen Wen’an’s figure was about to disappear at the barrier, the elder with the conical hat suddenly raised his head.

"Young friend can pass."

"But only this once."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wen’an halted his steps, somewhat surprised as he looked towards the elder with the conical hat.

"Senior, are you saying that this junior can pass?"

The old man with the conical hat gave him a peculiar glance, then nodded: "Just this once, next time it won’t work."

Shen Wen’an was puzzled within, but seeing the other had already closed his eyes and lowered his conical hat in faux sleep, he suppressed his doubts, cupped his hands slightly, and immediately flew towards Cyan Ruo Sword House.

Yin Sword Peak, Thousand Feet Cliff.

Huang Lingshan stood with hands behind her back at the edge of the cliff, gazing at the surging sea of clouds in the distance, contemplating something.

Suddenly, her brows slightly furrowed, her face showing some surprise as she looked below.

A figure broke through the sea of clouds before her and appeared in the void.

This figure was Shen Wen’an.

In a flash, Shen Wen’an arrived before Huang Lingshan at the Thousand Feet Cliff and cupped his hands: "Senior Sister, long time no see."

Huang Lingshan nodded, her expression somewhat suspicious:

"How did you get here?"

"Did that old monster leave?"

Shen Wen’an slightly shook his head: "Senior Sister knows the old man with the conical hat at the barrier?"

Huang Lingshan didn’t speak, turned around, and gestured to invite him to sit in front of the Bamboo Forest Hut.

After brewing a pot of spirit tea calmly, she spoke warmly.

"Three years ago, a big event occurred in Danzhou."

"A Golden Core cultivator from the Yinhe Sect, for some unknown reason, wanted to go to Yangnao Land with several sect disciples, only to encounter that old monster at the barrier."

"That Golden Core Elder from the Yinhe Sect was so arrogant that he intended to force his way through."

"As a result, the old man pointed a finger, instantly collapsing the Golden Core cultivator’s flesh along with the golden core into ashes."

After handing the brewed flower tea to Shen Wen’an, Huang Lingshan continued: "After the old man killed the Golden Core cultivator from the Yinhe Sect, he let the accompanying disciples bring a message to all the cultivators in Danzhou."

"No one from Danzhou is allowed to set foot in Yangnao Land anymore."

After saying this, she curiously looked at Shen Wen’an.