Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

On the way back to Yunshui City from Flame Lake City, Shen Wen’an silently tried various methods to see what memories had been erased from him.

However, whether he used his clear Sword Heart to reflect upon it, or bathed his Divine Spirit under the radiance of the Divine Three Flowers, he still couldn’t find any trace!

The other party’s methods were very clean, neither harming his Divine Spirit nor leaving any traces.

This method made Shen Wen’an realize the terrifying nature of the person who acted against him.

”Third Uncle?”

Beside him, Shen Chongming sensed that something was off about his emotions and spoke with concern.

With Shen Wen’an’s strength as a Half-Step Golden Core, to suffer such a bizarre attack where even his memories seemed partially erased, he was very worried that the other party might have left something else as a trick on his Third Uncle Shen Wen’an.

”It’s nothing, let’s go.”

Shen Wen’an came back to his senses, forced a smile on his face, and suddenly accelerated towards Yunshui City.

...

Black Water Pavilion.

After the uncle and nephew returned, Shen Chongming went busy handling the management issues of the few city walls gained in the great harvest, while Shen Wen’an went alone to see Shen Yuan.

On the second floor of the Black Water Pavilion, the father and son sat opposite each other.

Shen Yuan adjusted his wide sleeves and slowly extended his hand.

The opposite Shen Wen’an hesitated for a moment, then directly extended his right hand.

Shen Yuan placed his palm on his wrist, first using Divine Sense to check his body and found nothing abnormal.

Then he used the Power of Great Derivation to envelop his Divine Spirit.

Feeling these, although Shen Wen’an was curious, he didn’t ask much.

After a long while, Shen Yuan finally retracted his palm and said in a deep voice, ”That person did not leave any other contingencies.”

”It’s just that the memories of your western journey this time were completely erased by the other party.”

Hearing this, Shen Wen’an thought for a moment and said, ”It seems that I must have discovered something during this trip.”

As he spoke, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and he took out a stack of messy papers.

”Zhongyi said these were found on me.”

”But I don’t remember anything, nor do I know what is drawn on them.”

Shen Yuan took the stack of papers, briefly looked through them, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

”Water and Fire Mutual Aid... Yin Yang Coexistence... quite a grand plan...”

”These things are very useful to your father.”

”You should go get some rest first, when your father has understood it, I’ll discuss it with you in detail.”

Shen Wen’an nodded and then got up to leave the Black Water Pavilion.

In the small courtyard at the mountain foot, the graceful young Shen Chongzhen was practicing his sword in the courtyard.

As he had previously discussed with Shen Wen’an, regarding his understanding of the Sword Dao, he focused more on the parallel progress of ”Skill” and ”Dao”.

Over the past two years, besides painstakingly practicing the Sword Scripture, Shen Chongzhen also spent a considerable amount of time researching Swordsmanship.

Back then, to enhance the strength of the Literary Dao Cultivators, Shen Chongxuan had people collect a lot of Mortal Sword Skills and Swordsmanship in Yangnao Land.

He even asked Wei Qiuling to have Luoxia Mountain gather many related secret books in Danzhou.

Therefore, the Library Pavilion of the Shen Family had an abundant collection of Swordsmanship and Sword Skills related to the basics of the Sword Dao.

After browsing through many sword manuals, Shen Chongzhen’s achievements in Swordsmanship had reached an extremely high level.

Creak—

The wooden door of the small courtyard was pushed open.

Shen Wen’an walked in slowly, and upon hearing the whistle of the sword from the martial arts arena, he also put away his worries and walked slowly towards the martial arts arena.

Standing outside the martial arts arena, he watched Shen Chongzhen finish a set of Autumn Leaves Sword, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Back then, the Sword Dao prodigy ”Zhantai Wujiu” from the Zhantai family, during the End of the Dharma Era when Spiritual Qi had not yet revived, was able to enter the Dao through techniques, comprehend the embryonic form of Sword Intent, and thereby left behind the stone stele ”Great Dream Sword Scripture”, which was quite astonishing in Shen Wen’an’s eyes.

But now, seeing his son’s mastery of the Falling Leaves Sword Technique, as elegant as falling leaves, with a demeanor three parts divine, seven parts spontaneous, gave him a sense of an unusual flavor.

Entering the Dao through techniques, could this be a shortcut for Sword Cultivators?

In an instant, this thought suddenly arose in Shen Wen’an’s mind.

But he immediately dismissed it.

Clearing this thought from his mind, Shen Wen’an found that his encounter on this western journey still affected him to some extent.

Although not substantive, this influence nearly destroyed his invincible heart.

Having cultivated for nearly a hundred years, regardless of his initial weakness or later as a Half-Step Golden Core, he had always possessed absolute confidence in his understanding of the Sword Dao, never doubting himself.

Even later at the boundaries of Danzhou and Yangnao Land, encountering the Elder with a Conical Hat, a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he never felt this way.

But this time, inexplicably having a portion of his memories erased, left him unable to let go, and was clearly showing signs of undermining his Dao Heart.

”Ah Die!”

”You’re back?”

Seeing Shen Wen’an standing in the corridor, Shen Chongzhen sheathed his sword and excitedly approached.

His thoughts interrupted, Shen Wen’an nodded gently with a warm expression.

”Where’s your mother?”

Shen Chongzhen wiped the fine beads of sweat from his face and looked around, saying, ”If she’s not in the courtyard, she might have gone to see grandma.”

”Ah Die, you... what’s wrong?”

Looking at his father, Shen Chongzhen suddenly asked, feeling a little puzzled.

Shen Wen’an looked at himself, puzzled, then smiled faintly, ”What? Is there something different about your father?”

The confusion on Shen Chongzhen’s face deepened. He scrutinized his father up and down and shook his head, ”I don’t know how to say it.”

”It’s like... like this sword.”

Raising the sheathed sword in his hand in front of his father, Shen Chongzhen continued, ”In the past, even when Ah Die concealed the edge in the sheath, others could still sense the sharp Sword Aura, giving a feeling of ’when the sword emerges, all methods retreat’.”