Starting with a daily divination to build an immortal clan

Chapter 142 Zhao Tuan
Looking at the white jade tortoise shell with only a purple sword mark and a strange "fate talisman" left, Shen Yuan was somewhat bewildered.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly smiled.

[With a flourishing destiny and the earth's energy rising, following this trend will bring great fortune.]

This is the divination result given by the white jade tortoise shell when Shen Chongxu was born.

Go with the flow...

If that's the case, then not interfering should be the right choice.

The next morning.

At the entrance of Shen Family Manor.

With a simple bag on his back, Shen Wenyan bid farewell to the rest of his family and then came to Zhao Xuan and her two children.

At this moment, Zhao Xuan was holding Shen Chongxu in her arms and holding Shen Chongxuan's hand, her eyes filled with tears as she gazed at him intently.

"Father..."

Shen Chongxuan looked up, his voice filled with reluctance.

Shen Wenyan patted his head, then rubbed Shen Chongxu's cheek with the back of his hand, and remained silent for a moment.

After a long while, he looked at Zhao Xuan quietly, his mouth opening and closing for a long time before he finally spoke.

"Wait for me, I'll be back."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.

In his arms, Shen Chongxu was too young to understand parting.

The little one even smiled and gently wiped away the tears on his mother's face with his tiny hands.

Shen Wenyan slowly raised his hand, hesitated for a long time, and finally wiped away the tears on Zhao Xuan's other cheek.

At that moment, Zhao Xuan smiled.

They had been married for five or six years, and this was the first time she had felt the affection of her husband.

Tilting her head slightly, Zhao Xuan rubbed her cheek against Shen Wenyan's hand and said, "Your concubine, Chongxuan, Chongxu, and I will always wait for you."

Shen Wenyan nodded, slowly withdrew his hand, took a few steps back, bowed deeply to his family and wife, and then resolutely walked towards the prepared horses.

"Father!"

Shen Chongxuan broke free from his mother's grasp and chased after her for a few steps.

Shen Wenyan did not turn around.

Watching the man and horse gradually disappear into the distance, Shen Chongxuan returned to Zhao Xuan, tilted his head back, and shook her hand, asking, "Mother, when will Father come back?"

Zhao Xuan's gaze remained fixed on the direction where her husband had disappeared, as if answering her son, or perhaps telling herself.

"I'll be back soon..."

Hu Yufen and Huang Lingxiu came up beside them.

"Child, you've suffered so much," Hu Yufen said as she took Shen Chongxu from her arms.

Huang Lingxiu was also supporting her.

"Mother, sister-in-law, I'm fine."

Zhao Xuan wiped away her tears and smiled.

Huang Lingxiu sighed deeply and smiled as she changed the subject: "Wenping brought back some fine silk the other day, saying it was for making clothes for us sisters."

"Your sister-in-law will take you to see her."

"it is good……"

Watching the group walk into the courtyard, Shen Yuan sighed and said, "Boss, go and find Da Hu and his son."

Shen Wenxing responded by cupping his hands in greeting.

A moment later, Zhao Jinhu led a boy who was about half a year old to the entrance of the manor.

"Uncle Yuan."

"Grandpa Shen."

Zhao Tuan is Zhao Jinhu's youngest son. He is eleven years old now and has been very intelligent and diligent since childhood.

Besides learning martial arts at the martial arts school, he would often go to the academy to listen to the teachers' lectures.

Thanks to the "divine opportunity" his father earned for him the year before last, the little guy has reached the realm of a postnatal martial artist, which can be considered a successful body tempering.

Now, all that remains is to refine and expand one's meridians, reach the peak of the acquired realm, and comprehend the spiritual energy of heaven and earth before embarking on the path of immortal cultivation.

"Ah."

Shen Yuan chuckled and patted Zhao Tuan's head.

"Let's go inside and talk."

Leading the father and son to the side room, Shen Yuan picked up the teacup in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Your uncle and your father have been brothers for most of their lives, and now we are in-laws."

“Your father is getting old, and all I can do is try my best to take good care of you.”

“Tuan’er is more promising than his brother. I’ve invited you and your son here today because there’s something I’d like to hear your opinions on.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jinhu looked at his son, then cupped his hands towards Shen Yuan and said, "Uncle Yuan, my son and I will follow your arrangements!"

Shen Yuan smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Let me finish what I have to say."

"Zhao Tuan has no spiritual root, so cultivating immortality requires him to put in several times the effort of others, and he may not even achieve great success."

"If one could follow the path of body cultivation like Uncle Stone, one would not be limited by spiritual roots."

"But the path of physical cultivation requires great perseverance, and the further one goes, the more hardships one will have to endure, and one must seek opportunities for breakthroughs between life and death."

"Everyone has their own destiny, and they need to choose their own path."

"Today you and your son can discuss this. If you make a decision, I will teach Tuan'er the true methods of cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jinhu was slightly taken aback, then overjoyed.

"Thank you, Uncle Yuan!"

"Zhao Tuan, quickly thank Grandpa Shen!"

Zhao Tuan, who was standing beside him, also bowed quickly: "Thank you, Grandpa Shen!"

Shen Yuan nodded slightly, stood up, and said, "You and your son can discuss it."

After Shen Yuan left, only the father and son remained in the side room.

"What does Father think?" Zhao Tuan asked.

Zhao Jinhu looked troubled, unsure of what to choose.

If one chooses the path of immortality but lacks spiritual roots, cultivating on that path is extremely difficult. Even if one perseveres until the end of their lifespan, they may still not achieve much.

If one chooses body cultivation, one must endure immense pain, and each subsequent breakthrough requires taking great risks; there is a high possibility that one will not live to a ripe old age and will die suddenly.

Zhao Jinhu hesitated for a long time before finally hardening his heart and saying, "Father thinks you can take the path of body cultivation."

"As your Grandpa Shen said, you have no spiritual root, so your progress in cultivating immortality is too slow."

“Your aunt married into the Shen family, and the Shen family has been very good to our family. Right now, your grandfather and your father are just ordinary people and can't help the Shen family much.”

"Only by taking the path of body cultivation can you help the Shen family as soon as possible and bring honor to your aunt."

Zhao Tuan fell into deep thought after hearing this. After a long while, he slowly raised his head and said, "Father, I want to choose the path of immortal cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jinhu frowned deeply.

"Why?"

Zhao Tuan said calmly, "If my son chooses body cultivation, and if he is unlucky, he might die during the early stages of breaking through to the next realm, wasting this opportunity."

“Our family will instantly lose most of its value to the Shen family.”

“If I choose the path of immortal cultivation, my progress may be slower, but I am willing to put in more effort than ordinary people.”

“Father, as long as I am alive, our family will still be useful to the Shen family and will not be neglected.”

"If my family is fortunate enough to produce a spiritual seedling in the future, I can also save some resources for his cultivation so that he can grow up faster."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jinhu's expression darkened.

He always thought his youngest son was very intelligent.

But upon hearing this today, he suddenly realized that his son still harbored considerable ambitions.

"Stop thinking your little schemes!"

"If you..."

"father."

Seeing his father's gloomy face, resembling a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey, Zhao Tuan quickly said, "You've misunderstood."

"My son has absolutely no other intentions; he just wants our family to be able to keep up with the Shen family."

"Thousands of years later, our Zhao family descendants will also carry on this legacy among the immortal immortals, instead of just becoming a few words in the history books."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jinhu's expression softened slightly.

"That's pretty much it."

"We, the Zhao family, can't be ungrateful."

Zhao Tuan repeatedly cupped his hands in greeting: "Father, rest assured, I have no such intention."

"Then... let's do it according to your own wishes?"

Zhao Jinhu pondered for a moment and nodded, saying, "Since you have made your own decision, I won't say anything more."

"Wait, Dad is going to find your Grandpa Shen."

On the reclining chair in the courtyard, Shen Yuan slowly withdrew his divine sense, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Good lad, you'll definitely be more successful than your father and grandfather in the future..."

"Uncle Yuan!"

Zhao Jinhu came out of the side room, saw Shen Yuan in the distance, and called out with a smile.

Shen Yuan rose from the recliner, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the door of the room, asking, "Have you made your choice?"

Zhao Jinhu nodded: "You said you can choose your own path, and this brat is preparing to cultivate immortality."

"I said I'm willing to work harder than others so as not to disappoint you."

"Hmm." Shen Yuan glanced at Zhao Tuan with a smile and said, "Come with me."

He led Zhao Tuan to the edge of the Blackwater Pool, then stopped and said, "Wait here, I'll go get you the cultivation technique."

As Zhao Tuan watched Shen Yuan's figure disappear into the mist of the floating bridge, he thought to himself.

If one day I can make great contributions to the Shen family, I wonder if I will have the opportunity to enter the Blackwater Pavilion...

Shen Yuan's figure emerged from the mist of the floating bridge.

"This is the 'Mist Dragon Nourishing Meridian Technique' and five Qi-Nourishing Pills."

"The secrets of cultivation are not to be easily passed on. This 'Mist Dragon Nourishing Meridian Technique' is the greatest secret of my Shen family. If you wish to cultivate it, you must swear an oath. Are you willing?"

Zhao Tuan quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "I'm willing!"

Shen Yuan nodded, watched him make a "True Spirit Oath," and then passed on the "Mist Dragon Nourishing Meridian Technique" to him.

"After you return, you can start cultivating the 'Mist Dragon Nourishing Meridian Technique'. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth will also help to broaden your meridians, allowing you to enter the late stage of the Body Tempering Realm more quickly."

"The Qi Nourishing Pill is very precious. You'd better save some for when you break through to the Qi Refining stage."

Zhao Tuan held the porcelain bottle and bowed, saying, "Tuan'er will remember this."

"Go and practice hard."

Shen Yuan nodded and spoke.

Watching Zhao Tuan's excited figure disappear into the distance, Shen Yuan sighed softly.

Zhao Shuan had two sons and one daughter, and four grandsons. The other three were all too mediocre and could only help manage the fields and the common people on a daily basis.

Zhao Tuan became the hope for the Zhao family's rise.

He overheard the conversation between the father and son in the side room.

Zhao Tuan is right; that's how relationships between people are.

He can take care of the Zhao family members by marriage in this generation, but what about after they pass away?
At that time, let alone kinship, even in ordinary families, after a hundred years and four or five generations, the family members will become estranged.

Therefore, friendships are fleeting, while interests are eternal.

If the Zhao family can truly rise to prominence and catch up with the Shen family, then a hundred years from now, the two families will still be in the same boat.

"grandfather."

Shen Yuan was standing at the bridgehead, deep in thought, when Shen Chongming's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"What are you doing standing here, Grandpa?"

Shen Chongming, carrying a large rhinoceros horn bow in his hand and a quiver of arrows on his back, asked curiously.

Shen Yuan shook his head slightly: "Where are you going?"

Shen Chongming brandished the large bow in his hand and said, "Didn't you say that cultivation requires a balance of tension and relaxation?"

"Grandson is going to the martial arts school's training ground to practice archery with his uncle."

"Go ahead." Shen Yuan chuckled and patted his head before turning and walking towards the Blackwater Pavilion.

When Shen Chongming arrived at the martial arts school's training ground, the disciples who had just finished practicing their stances and were resting greeted him with smiles and bows.

This caused him to flee in a sorry state into the inner courtyard of the martial arts school.

There are far fewer people in the inner courtyard than in the front courtyard. And without Huang Qingzhou giving a lecture, the disciples in the inner courtyard would practice breathing techniques in their own rooms. Those who occasionally came out would only stretch their bodies a little in the martial arts arena.

When Shen Chongming arrived, he happened to see Huang Qi teaching a little girl of similar age how to practice standing meditation.

Curious, he approached and saw the little girl's face contorted in pain, yet she remained resolute and persevered. He couldn't help but say, "She's too weak; she needs to eat more."

Huang Qi turned around, saw it was him, and said with a smile, "You rascal, what brings you here today?"

Shen Chongming brandished the bow and arrow in his hand and said, "Grandpa said that cultivation should be balanced with rest. When you get tired of cultivation, you can come to your uncle to learn archery."

Huang Qi grinned, turned to Chen Youran and said, "Alright, take a rest for a while."

After saying that, he went up to Shen Chongming and taught him various archery techniques.

Under the scorching sun, the two studied archery techniques in the training ground for an hour. As they turned to rest, they saw a thin figure in another corner of the training ground, still persevering under the blazing sun.

(End of this chapter)