Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

"Shi Tou has gone to Anyang County now..."

"Well then, I'll have Wen'an accompany you to Black Stone Village."

Shen Yuan pondered for a moment before speaking.

Currently, the Shen Family has five cultivators in the Qi Cultivation Realm, but both Huang Qingzhou and Huang Qi are only at Qi Cultivation First Layer, which makes it difficult to handle the demon beasts.

It's easy for accidents to happen.

Since the eldest, Shen Wenxing, isn't home, the fourth, Shen Wen'an, will have to go.

It's a good opportunity for him to get out for a while.

"Wen'an?"

Zhao Shuan's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

Most people in Jinliu Village knew that Shen Wen'an was in the Black Water Pond Manor, but after so many years, hardly anyone has ever seen him come out.

Some of the younger children even believed that Shen Wenxing only had three siblings.

As someone familiar with the Shen Family, Zhao Shuan was aware of Shen Wen'an's peculiar temperament.

Hearing about Shen Yuan's plan to send him along to slay the demon made Zhao Shuan somewhat uneasy.

"Alright... Okay."

Seeing that Zhao Shuan agreed, Shen Yuan immediately got up and went to the Black Water Pavilion to call Shen Wen'an out.

At the manor entrance, before setting off, Shen Yuan looked at Shen Wen'an and advised:

"On this trip, after slaying the demon beast, keep an eye out for any strange objects or ore veins nearby."

Shen Wen'an nodded while holding his sword.

Shen Yuan then turned to Zhao Shuan and said, "If you discover any ore veins or unusual objects, Brother Shuan, you must immediately have people guard the perimeter to prevent the news from leaking."

Zhao Shuan nodded and said, "Don't worry, I know what to do."

"Let's go, Wen'an."

The two boarded the carriage, heading towards Black Stone Village.

Upon arriving at Black Stone Village, Zhao Shuan found a few villagers to inquire about the whereabouts of the three missing people.

He also found two middle-aged men to lead the way, and the group of four headed towards Hidden Dragon Mountain.

As night fell, they finally arrived at their destination.

It was a hunting area, dense with tall mountains, surrounded by several towering Heaven-Reaching Pillars and steep cliffs.

The sky had darkened, with a few clouds obscuring the round moon. The villagers from Black Stone Village were all trembling in fear, worried that some demon might suddenly emerge and devour them.

"Don't be afraid, this is the Immortal from the Shen Family. He's very powerful."

Zhao Shuan pointed to the silent Shen Wen'an beside him.

The two villagers were intrigued and scrutinized him.

The title "Immortal from the Shen Family" gave them a sense of reassurance, but Shen Wen'an, with his delicate and youthful appearance, seemed just like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, far less comforting than Shen Wenxing's imposing figure.

Therefore, this so-called "Immortal" still left them somewhat uneasy.

The four continued onward, and the snow in front gradually revealed a series of chaotic footprints.

One of the villagers, slender and alert, seemed to step on something and immediately halted.

He fumbled around in the snow, pulling out a round object, raised it to look, and instantly was frightened out of his wits!

"A head!"

"A human head!"

What he held was a completely blackened human skull, apparently corroded by something, pitted and without a trace of flesh!

Seeing this, Shen Wen'an stepped forward from behind, waved his hand.

Using spiritual power, he dispersed the snow before them, revealing a headless skeleton underneath.

This skeleton's skull had already been tossed aside by the villager from Black Stone Village.

"There's a bow here!"

Zhao Shuan noticed a gleaming Rhino Horn Bow beside the skeleton and was about to bend down to pick it up when a sword scabbard stopped him.

"It's poisoned."

Shen Wen'an slowly uttered two words, his gaze fixed on the slender man who had picked up the skull.

Zhao Shuan and the other villager from Black Stone Village also turned to look at him.

"Shi Ming, your face!"

Under their gaze, the slender man from Black Stone Village, named Shi Ming, began to show fierce black lines on his face!

Along with the ascendancy of the black lines, his skin gradually turned a dark purple!

Zhao Shuan and the other villager witnessing such eerie phenomena retreated in horror.

"Brother Fang, save... gulp!"

Shi Ming tried to call for help but only managed half a sentence before black blood gushed from his mouth!

The black blood contained bits of internal organs!

Clang!

A dazzling Sword Aura flashed!

Shi Ming, with a face full of agony, was instantly decapitated, his body staggering as it fell.

But before his corpse fully hit the ground, all his flesh had already transformed into a mass of black blood, flowing down to leave behind a wobbling skeleton.

A strong stench filled the air, nauseating them.

Zhao Shuan and the Black Stone Village villager staggered back in shock at the sight.

Peering at the corpse, Shen Wen'an furrowed his brows, then suddenly looked up at the steep cliff ahead!

Under the night sky, barely visible on the dark cliff, two glowing crimson eyes were staring intently at him!

Upon this sight, Shen Wen'an felt spiritual power surging within him.

As his figure dashed forward, a crisp sword hum resonated!

The next moment!

A dozen or so yards long cyan Sword Qi appeared in the night sky, slashing directly at the crimson eyes!

As if sensing the might of this strike, the owner of the crimson eyes quickly maneuvered to dodge!

"Pan Mountain Python!"

"It's the Pan Mountain Python!"

With the light emanating from the Sword Aura of Shen Wen'an, a villager from Black Stone Village vaguely saw the long body of the monster coiled around the steep cliff, and instantly cried out in alarm.

"What is a Pan Mountain Python?"

Zhao Shuan hurriedly asked.

The villager, still shaken, stammered, "I... I heard from the elders that there's a giant python living in these mountain forests!"

"The python's body is so large that it can coil around a mountain peak, which is why it's called the Pan Mountain Python!"

"The elders also say that this Pan Mountain Python has lived for hundreds of years and... and is about to transform into a dragon!"

"Steward Zhao, we should flee quickly!"

"There's no way that Little Immortal can defeat the Pan Mountain Python!"

The villager from Black Stone Village, voice choked with sobs, tried to escape down the mountain, stumbling and crawling.

"Get your arse back here!"

Seeing this, Zhao Shuan grabbed his collar and pulled him back, speaking harshly:

"Listen up, you better pray that Wen'an can handle that beast, or be prepared to die here!"

Hearing this, Zhao Shuan was also unsure in his heart.

But Shen Yuan had instructed him to bring Shen Wen'an to slay the demon. If anything happened to Shen Wen'an and he fled back, he would have no way to explain to the Shen Family.

Besides, he didn't think that the Pan Mountain Python would spare them after killing Shen Wen'an.

On the hundred-zhang high steep mountain peak, Shen Wen'an stood atop the Dragon-Slaying Magical Sword, his right hand forming a sword point, as the golden Dragon Soul Magical Sword slowly appeared at his fingertips.

The Pan Mountain Python before him wasn't as terrifying as the villager from Black Stone Village described, about to transform into a dragon.

But it was indeed a genuine Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer demon beast.

Shen Wen'an felt secretly relieved, thankful that he came this time. If it were his elder brother Shen Wenxing, who knows what might have happened.

The Dragon Soul Magical Sword spun at his fingertips, and strands of cyan Supreme Profound Sword Qi circled around the flying sword.

The Pan Mountain Python on the opposite cliff had already sensed the crisis of death but still didn't choose to flee.

It seemed as if there was something on this mountain peak worth protecting with its life.

Hiss!

Seeing Shen Wen'an hovering midair with his sword at a hundred zhang, the Pan Mountain Python's vertical pupils, which glowed with red light, suddenly shrank, and its massive head spewed out a large cloud of stinking black smoke towards his area!

Upon seeing this, Shen Wen'an's body instantly manifested a protective shield composed of countless small swords, blocking all the black smoke outside!

The black smoke touched the shield, making sizzling sounds as it dripped down from midair. The ancient trees, shrubs, and rocks below it silently corroded into black residue upon contact with this black liquid!

Seeing that its poisonous smoke couldn't affect the opponent, the Pan Mountain Python, with a body as thick as a barrel, suddenly lunged out, opening its terrifying mouth, attempting to swallow Shen Wen'an whole!

But at that moment, Shen Wen'an pointed with his sword!

A stream of cyan-gold light shot out instantly!

The cyan-gold light split into six in the blink of an eye!

The six beams of light transformed into one-gold and five-cyan long swords, all flying towards the Pan Mountain Python's massive mouth!

Thud!

Thud!

...

The golden Dragon Soul Magical Sword instantly pierced through the head of the Pan Mountain Python, emerging from its crown and returning to Shen Wen'an's side.

The remaining five transformed into long swords of Supreme Profound Sword Qi and rampaged within the Pan Mountain Python!

In an instant, the massive body of the Pan Mountain Python emitted streaks of cyan Sword Aura, piercing through and shattering the surrounding rocks!

In just a few breaths, the Pan Mountain Python turned into a "Pan Mountain Porcupine."

The cyan Sword Aura gradually dissipated, and the vitality within the hundred-zhang-long Pan Mountain Python's body also slowly vanished, with its immense form tumbling down from the cliff, breaking branches of ancient trees along its path.

Thud!

In the end, its corpse slammed hard onto the snow beneath, falling silent.

"Dead... dead!?"

From afar, the villager from Black Stone Village, witnessing this scene, was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth.

He could hardly believe that the legendary Pan Mountain Python, on the brink of dragon transformation, was killed just like that!

A gentle breeze swept by as Shen Wen'an's figure gracefully appeared before the two.

"This demon beast is a treasure-trove. Uncle Zhao, quickly go back and get people to transport the corpse."

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Zhao Shuan nodded repeatedly, heading downhill under the moonlight.

"You're not going down as well?"

Shen Wen'an frowned when he realized that the villager from Black Stone Village kept sneaking glances at the distant cliff.

Shen Wen'an looked over inquisitively.

The clouds in the sky had already dispersed at some point, revealing a full moon. A barely perceptible milky white moonlight shone on the hundred-zhang cliff, as if some treasure was absorbing the moonlight.

No wonder the Pan Mountain Python stood its ground, refusing to leave despite knowing it was outmatched.

Simultaneously pondering this, Shen Wen'an slowly turned and looked at the villager from Black Stone Village.

He noticed the villager showed no intention of leaving.

Shweep!

The Dragon-Slaying Magical Sword flashed with Sword Aura, slitting his throat directly!

Watching his body slowly collapse, Shen Wen'an used the long sword to flick a drop of the Pan Mountain Python's venom onto the corpse.

In an instant, the corpse was corroded into a puddle of black blood.

After finishing all this, he lightly leaped, controlling his sword to fly towards the hundred-zhang high cliff.

Under the moonlight, the steep cliff was barren, surrounded by piles of decaying bones—both human and animal.

In the hollow among the scattered bones, a three-zhang high verdant pine tree emitted a hazy glow.

The tree trunk, only as thick as a baby's arm, was covered with densely packed snake-like scales!

A wisp of jade-green gas weaved through the branches of the little pine tree, like a nimble little snake.

Seemingly sensing an unfamiliar presence and receiving a fright, the jade-like gas darted into the tree trunk of the little pine tree and vanished upon Shen Wen'an's approach.

Shen Wen'an frowned.

Although he didn't recognize what this little pine tree was, its ability to create such anomalies and actively absorb the Moonlight Power indicated it was undoubtedly a rare spiritual object.

He needed to find a way to bring it home!