Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

Chapter 440 - 215: The Hunt Begins! (Part 4)

"Uncle Quan, you should also go and rest."

After everyone else had left, he also got up and clasped his hands toward Liu Quan beside him, and then walked out.

Returning home from the City Lord’s Mansion, Liu Jing’s eyes were dark and heavy.

"Father."

In his hand was a sword, and Liu Wenzhi, the eldest son of the Liu Family with a slightly scholarly appearance, respectfully clasped his hands upon seeing him return.

"Are the people in the clan worried about those rumors again?"

Liu Jing sighed heavily and said, "Those rumors are likely true."

"Your uncles’ worries are not unfounded either."

Upon hearing this, Liu Wenzhi frowned slightly and whispered, "Father is worried that the main family can’t hold out?"

Liu Jing did not speak.

As the patriarch of a subordinate family, he actually knew more about the Shen Family than outsiders.

He knew that the strongest person in the current Shen Family was Third Master Shen Wen’an.

But when a great war breaks out, the four cities under Shen Family’s rule border four Golden Core influences. It’s easier for Chungui and Hejian cities as they only face some brainless demon beasts.

However, Xingyang and Anyang cities have to face the three major Golden Core forces: Yin Corpse Sect, Fushan Country, and Jianan Temple.

No matter how powerful Shen Wen’an is, he won’t be able to be in two places at once and guard both cities simultaneously.

What he’s worried about is not whether the main family can hold out, but rather that they might favor Anyang City, guarded by the Zhao Family, over the Liu Family’s territory.

After all, there is a family relation and private connections between the two families.

And his Liu Family, because of the matter between Liu Yiran siblings and Shen Chongxu, certainly doesn’t have a good impression in the eyes of the main family.

"Wenzhi, find a chance in the next couple of days to send out the Xu’er siblings again."

After some contemplation, Liu Jing suddenly spoke up.

The "Xu’er siblings" he referred to were Liu Wenzhi’s son and daughter.

This Liu Wenzhi, inheriting his father’s charm, already had more than ten wives and concubines at just over thirty, with his offspring numbering in the twenties.

"For our line, it ultimately needs to continue the bloodline."

"Do things cleanly, don’t let anything trace back to the main family or the Clan Court."

Liu Wenzhi, hearing this, nodded deeply and clasped his hands: "Don’t worry, Father, I already have the means since I sent the two younger brothers away back then."

Liu Jing smiled and nodded.

...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the day agreed upon by the Eight Directions’ Influence had arrived.

In the main hall of the Zhili Imperial City, Shen Chongming and seven others gathered once more.

"Everyone is very punctual."

Seeing all eight had arrived early, Lan Jue spoke with a smile.

"Alright, enough with the nonsense, let’s get to it, how are we drawing lots?"

Among them, a grim-faced elder with a dark complexion spoke coldly.

This elder was from the Yin Corpse Sect, exuding a dense Death Qi, which made people uncomfortable.

"Exactly, my ancestor has sent people to urge several times, waiting for the materials for alchemy, so stop dawdling."

Another elder, with two drooping mustaches and a skinny stature only five feet tall, spoke in a shrill voice.

This elder was a Mouse Demon from another Demon Cave, called the Celestial Sandalwood Mountain Demon Cave, with power on par with Great Witch Mountain.

Despite being urged one after another, Lan did not get angry.

In a flash of light in his hand, he took out eight jade balls of various colors.

Among the eight jade balls, there were pairs of matching colors.

Very clearly, the forces that draw the same colored jade balls will be opponents in this harvest.

"You all see, in a moment I, Lan, will cast a spell to cover these eight jade balls."

"Everyone will use Spiritual Power to randomly catch them, those with matching colors will form a group."

Seeing no one speak, he opened his mouth and exhaled a blood-colored mist, completely enveloping the eight jade balls.

This blood-colored mist obviously blocked the cultivators’ divine senses, making it unlikely anyone could cheat.

"If that’s the case, let me try first."

Before the others could hesitate, Wushi Ao opposite Shen Chongming suddenly smiled lightly and spoke.

With a wave of his hand, he pulled a small azure ball from the blood-colored mist.

"I’ll go next!"

That elder with dark hands from the Yin Corpse Sect waved his large hand, bringing out a small azure-colored ball.

Shen Chongming glanced at the jade balls before the two, flicked his finger.

A trail of lightning entered the blood-colored mist, retrieving a red jade ball.

"The three of you are quite lucky, you didn’t end up clashing."

Seeing the three had drawn three different colored balls, Lan Jue spoke with a light smile: "That’s good, as it gives the next few participants a reference."

"I shall go then."

Seeing Shen Chongming had made a move, Luo Yao was not about to fall behind, and immediately waved her hand to draw a jade ball.

When she opened her palm, the jade ball was unexpectedly azure.

Seeing this, the emaciated elder from the Yin Corpse Sect immediately showed a smirk on his face.

The remaining few also displayed faint envy.

Everyone present knew that after several rounds of harvesting, the blood food in Yangnao Land, aside from Yunzhong County under Luoxia Mountain and the five cities under Shen Family rule, had little left within other influence’s territories.

The Yin Corpse Sect hitting Luoxia Mountain only needed to capture one city of blood food to make a big profit.

In this draw, all six actually hoped to draw Luoxia Mountain and the Shen Family.

Now that Luoxia Mountain and the Yin Corpse Sect had formed a group, the remaining four eyed Shen Chongming.

"Let this old man try first!"

The small elder from Celestial Sandalwood Mountain Demon Cave glanced at the red jade ball before Shen Chongming and suddenly reached out his hand.

Lan and the others stared intently at the small elder’s hand.

Not wanting him to draw a red jade ball.

Shen Chongming was also curiously watching his tightly clenched hand.

Among the remaining forces, Jianan Temple was the one he least wanted to encounter.

This group, under the guise of compassion, was likely the most troublesome among the Six Major Golden Core Powers of the Southern Border.