Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

"Yes, Master."

Xu Zhan cupped his hands and then retreated.

Holding the "Nine Fiends Gathering Body Technique" in his hands, Shen Wenxing pondered for a long time before heading towards the rear mountain of the manor.

In front of the elegant courtyard, there were two sturdy peach trees with lush branches and leaves.

It was early spring, and the pink peach blossoms were hanging all over the branches.

Under the tree, Lu Zhiyuan in a scholar’s robe, whose hair was white as snow, was gazing at the full bloom of peach flowers, lost in thought.

Shen Wenxing, holding the book, walked towards him along the winding bluestone path.

Hearing the commotion, Lu Zhiyuan snapped out of his reverie and turned to look at him.

"Sir."

Shen Wenxing approached and cupped his hands in greeting.

Lu Zhiyuan nodded and smiled, "What brings you to visit this old man today?"

The two walked slowly into the courtyard and sat down in the pavilion.

Lu Zhiyuan lightly waved his hand, and the teapot on the table in front of them floated up slowly, pouring a cup of tea for both himself and Shen Wenxing.

"There is something I’d like your opinion on."

Shen Wenxing took the tea and handed over the "Nine Fiends Gathering Body Technique."

Lu Zhiyuan glanced curiously at the book, a gleam flashing in his eyes, and the book began to open slowly in front of him.

Shen Wenxing sipped his tea quietly without speaking.

After a moment—

"Though this old man doesn’t understand body cultivation, I can vaguely see the ingenuity of this technique. The creator must have been an extraordinary God of Slaughter."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wenxing pondered for a moment and cupped his hands, "Sir, don’t you think there is something morally ambiguous about this technique?"

Lu Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head.

"Life and death, giving and taking, are all part of the order of the Heavenly Dao."

"Heaven and Earth are indifferent, treating all things like straw dogs, which is actually a form of utmost fairness and justice, rather than cold and heartless."

"Straw dogs are grass-made effigies, respectfully held during sacrifices, and left to return to dust after the rites. It follows a cycle."

"’Fiend’ signifies killing. In ancient times, soldiers guarded their homes and country, killing enemies on the battlefield. Can one truly say this is right or wrong?"

Shen Wenxing remained silent upon hearing this.

Lu Zhiyuan continued, "Innocent slaughter is evil, and practicing this technique indeed requires caution."

"If you’re still worried, I can create an auxiliary technique to greatly reduce the risk of going astray while practicing it."

Shen Wenxing was slightly stunned, then overjoyed, "Then I’d be grateful for your help, Sir."

Lu Zhiyuan smiled and waved his sleeve, "This too is a form of cultivation for this old man."

"I’ve been idle lately, and I wish to go out for a walk as well."

"When I return, I’ll hand over the auxiliary technique to you together."

Upon hearing this, Shen Wenxing expressed concern, "Sir, are you going on a long journey?"

By now, Lu Zhiyuan appeared notably older.

His longevity stems from nourishing his Divine Spirit through the Cultivation of the Literary Dao, slowing down the aging of his physical body.

His actual lifespan is far less than that of an Immortal Dao Cultivator, nurtured by Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

This body of his, if faced with the slightest mishap, would suffer irreversible damage.

Should the physical body collapse, the Divine Spirit would struggle to survive alone.

"Rest assured, this old man is aware of his condition." Lu Zhiyuan gave a faint smile, speaking reassuringly.

"Sir, perhaps you should only wander around Yunzhong County." Shen Wenxing was still somewhat uneasy.

Lu Zhiyuan did not respond, merely changing the topic to talk about Shen Chongxuan.

"I heard Chongxuan went to Lincang recently. Do you know the reason?"

Shen Wenxing cupped his hands in response, "It was to fulfill a long-held wish."

He recounted the story of Shen Chongxuan and the woman from the Zhan family in Lincang.

Lu Zhiyuan listened with a gratified smile on his face.

Shen Chongxuan is Shen Wenyan’s eldest son, and he is Shen Wenyan’s teacher.

In his eyes, Shen Chongxuan was like his own grandson.

Over the years, he watched him grow bit by bit. Compared to Shen Wenyan, Shen Chongxuan had a gentler disposition.

If he could see him establish a family and career, it would naturally fulfill his own wish.

...

A year later.

In Danzhou, two sword lights pierced through the void, flying towards the direction of Celestial Monarch Mountain.

In the void, Huang Lingshan glanced at Shen Wen’an beside her and asked, "What have you gained from this journey?"

Shen Wen’an displayed a rare smile.

After staying in Danzhou for over a year, he followed Huang Lingshan to many places, visited some esteemed elders, and met many peerless talents.

The more than a year of traveling not only greatly increased his experience but also elevated his cultivation from the Late Stage of Fetal Breathing to the Fetal Breathing Perfection Realm.

After returning from Celestial Monarch Mountain, he would prepare to break through to the Sword Immortal state.

"Senior Sister, what is the difference between the Sword Immortal path and the Golden Core Dao?"

Huang Lingshan, after a moment of contemplation, replied, "The so-called Sword Immortal, the Sword Intent is just one aspect. As for the specific differences..."

In her hand, a light flashed, and suddenly a small inch-long sword with an extremely terrifying aura appeared.

The small sword was entirely jade green, as if carved from jade.

Its Sword Intent was intense, faintly showing signs of tearing through the void.

"The Immortal Dao Golden Core is the source of a cultivator’s power, and after merging with Golden Nature, it possesses certain miraculous properties."

"For us Sword Cultivators, it is different. When the Sword Embryo merges with that trace of Immortal Golden Nature, not only does it fully manifest Sword Intent, but it also has other uses."

As she spoke, she retracted the inch-long sword and looked at Shen Wen’an, "This is something you should be able to sense."

Sense?

Shen Wen’an was puzzled, seemingly not understanding her words.

Huang Lingshan, seeing his confusion, smiled lightly, "You’ve already mastered the Power of Realm. Haven’t you ever wondered why you can’t manifest it the same way I do?"

Shen Wen’an was slightly taken aback.

Originally, he used his own Sword Embryo as a carrier, blending in the Yin Qi, and successfully mastered the Power of Realm with his cultivation at the Late Stage of Fetal Breathing.