Immortal Clan: Starting from Managing a Blessed Land.

Chapter 72 I wish my businessmen will live forever (3k)

It was not until Shang Ting saw Shang Yin’s state of incarnation written on the tablet.

Only then did I realize how exaggerated the merchant’s “nine hundred years of glory” was.

Shang Ting looked down again.

Starting from the fourth generation head of the family, five consecutive generations have been in the foundation-building stage.

Until the eighth female head of the family, Shang Xiqiu, Duke of Shangzhuang.

These five generations have been rooted in the Huangyan Mountains for five hundred years.

It enabled the merchants to rebuild their families, gain a foothold, and build cities in the Huangyan Mountains, with outstanding achievements.

The reason why the first three generations are called ancestors and the last five generations are downgraded to "gong" is because of the difference between clan and family.

The Shang family of those days was prosperous and had many branches, and was known as the Tianyu Shang family.

Therefore, the leader of the main family is the patriarch and commands the entire clan.

He was also the patriarch of the Shang clan, and his posthumous title was Zong.

The Shang family that was rebuilt nine hundred years later was the Xiaozhuji family established by the fourth generation head of the family, Shang Qi.

Therefore, he was the head of the family and was posthumously named Gong.

Shang Ting thought to himself:

"The third generation of my business community has risen from its peak to its decline. What happened? I guess I can only find out when I return to Tianyu Territory in the future."

Five hundred years is not a long time for the world of immortal cultivation.

When the Shang family makes a comeback and finds the major forces in the Tianyu Territory back then, they will know the inside story.

However, there is an enemy who can destroy Shang Yin and Shang Jia who are in the God Transformation Stage together.

If I want revenge, it may be a long time coming.

"Please go to the ancestral temple!"

The memorial ceremony was still going on, and Shang Guangtian shouted leisurely.

Shang Haoran was extremely respectful, holding the tablet of the ninth-generation family head, Shang Rucai, in both hands.

Gently and solemnly placed it on the far right of the ancestral hall.

Next to the eighth generation head of the family, Shang Zhuanggong, Shang Xiqiu.

Looking at the old and kind face of the old patriarch.

Shang Ting suddenly remembered the old patriarch's answer when he asked about his realm three years ago:

"When I die, you will be able to see it when you carry my spirit tablet in."

Shang Ting's thoughts came back to him and he realized why the old patriarch laughed at that time.

Shang Ting's evaluation of Shang Rucai, the head of the family, was undoubtedly competent.

When he ascended the throne a hundred years ago, the business world was in turmoil.

And now when he left, Shang Haoran had been building his foundation for four years and his realm was stable.

And the family has grown a lot in all aspects.

Not only did the number of elders in the late stage of Qi training not decrease, but the number increased from thirty-eight eleven years ago to forty-six.

There are more than 150 capable students in the middle period.

In terms of cultivating new spiritual roots and immortal seedlings, Shang Ting's suggestions were implemented for a full eleven years.

Nowadays, the number of children with spiritual roots born in the clan every year has increased from seven or eight to more than twenty.

Eleven years ago, the first batch of 20 young girls were recruited. Now they are seven or eight years old and growing up healthily.

As for the family's various industries such as refining equipment, refining pills, making talismans, taming beasts, and spiritual plants, they have experienced explosive growth in the past three years.

Overall, Shang Rucai worked hard and left behind a good business.

The only drawback is that there is a lack of young cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

However, Shangting believes that as long as merchants are given ten or twenty years of development time.

By then, he, Jianfeng Ruyao, and Shangguan Li will gradually build their foundation.

Therefore, the elders were mentally prepared for the passing of the old patriarch and were mournful but not sad.

Sad, yet resolute.

The funeral was three days later.

Upon hearing the bad news, Shang Jianfeng and Shang Ruyao, who were assigned to the sect's flying boat by their master, also hurried back.

Shang Ting and Shang Haoran led the brother and sister to the ancestral hall.

After eight years, Shang Jianfeng, now 26 years old, stands tall and straight, dressed in a white robe as white as snow.

With a long and narrow black sword on his waist, he looks very heroic.

Shang Ruyao was wearing a white dress and walking quickly towards them, her dress fluttering like a fairy descending to earth.

His eyes, which were originally cold and indifferent, were now red with sadness.

The brother and sister put on mourning clothes, and then Shang Jianfeng took his sister to kneel in front of the ancestral hall and kowtowed three times and nine times to the portrait of the old patriarch:

"Unfilial son, Jian Feng (Ruyao) is late!"

During the ceremony, Shang Jianfeng was extremely sad.

After my coming-of-age ceremony at the age of eighteen, I was unable to return home for eight years.

I am homesick already.

I didn't expect that when I came back, I would be attending the funeral of the old patriarch!

Looking at the ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall, the resolute-faced father, and the calm-faced Xiaoting.

Shang Jianfeng secretly made up his mind:
"Now that father has become the head of the family, he has a huge responsibility on his shoulders!"

"As his children, Ruyao and I must build a foundation as soon as possible, solve the family's problems, and then wipe out the Hu family and the Yao family, so that my business can dominate the entire Huangyan Mountains!"

Thinking of this, a ray of determination flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself:

"In that case, we must fight for the sect's quota for the Foundation Establishment Pill."

"In that sect competition, Ruyao and I must come out on top!"

Looking at the brother and sister who were in unbearable grief, Shang Haoran's eyes were deep.

He did not speak to comfort her, but said coldly:

"Jianfeng, Ruyao, if one day I die like the old patriarch, what will you do?"

Hearing this, they were stunned.

Shang Ruyao's eyes were filled with tears. She ran up and held her father's hand, saying:
"Dad, why do you say that?" Upon hearing this, Shang Jianfeng frowned, then raised his head, his eyes as sharp as a blade:
"Dad, I will come back, avenge you, and help the family grow stronger!"

Shang Haoran smiled faintly and asked again:
"If the family is really in danger, and you are at the foundation-building stage, the sect wants to train you to the Jindan stage, but you will be abandoned if you come back, are you willing to do that?"

Shang Jianfeng answered without hesitation:
"If the family really needs me to come back to take charge in order to stabilize the situation, then I am willing to give up the opportunity to form a pill and come back."

"If the family situation is not so critical, then I will choose to achieve Jindan first. Then the family crisis will naturally be resolved, and then I can wipe out the enemy!"

Shang Jianfeng answered this question without thinking twice.

He answered directly.

Shang Haoran smiled gently, his eyes satisfied, and nodded:

"good."

"I have something to give you two, brother and sister. Follow me."

On the side, Shang Ting was also waved by him and followed him.

Shang Haoran brought Jian Feng Ruyao to the old patriarch's house, which was quiet and secluded.

Pushing the door open, Shang Haoran led the three of them to stand in front of the pear trees in the yard.

In the courtyard, the pear blossoms have faded again.

With his back to the three people, he was wearing a green robe, standing upright with his black hair draped over his shoulders.

Looking at the pear blossoms in the yard, Shang Haoran's eyes were deep and warm, like a clear spring in a valley.

Suddenly he turned around and said in a gentle and elegant voice:
"Jianfeng, what is family in your eyes?"

When these words were spoken, the two siblings were stunned.

Shang Jianfeng hesitated for a moment and said slowly:
"Father, in my eyes, the family is just a big farm house."

"There are old people, adults, children, and babies."

"The house provides shelter for the family members. We rest and live in the house at night and go out to farm during the day, slowly accumulating materials. The more fields we plant, the bigger the house we build, and the more family members we have."

“To me, that’s family.”

Shang Haoran nodded gently without making any comment.

Then he looked at the pear blossoms in the yard and said softly:

"Then let me tell you what a family is in my eyes."

"I have been practicing the Way of Wood since I was young, and have experienced the most dangerous period of my family. The Hu and Yao families were constantly at war, and soul tide accidents continued to occur."

"But no matter how desperate the family is, there will always be someone who will stand up. Your grandparents died in battle shortly after giving birth to me."

Listening to their father's story for the first time, Shang Jianfeng and Shang Ruyao were both silent and solemn.

Shang Haoran pointed at the pear blossom forest again.

He then pointed to the mountains in the distance and the green forests.

Then:

“In my eyes, the family is like a forest, and each of us is like a tree in the forest.”

"Old trees extend their branches to protect new saplings from wind and rain. When the new trees grow into tall towering trees, the old trees will fall down and turn into nutrients in the soil, nourishing the land and giving birth to new trees."

“The fallen old trees are like the old owners, and the new trees are like me.”

Having said this, Shang Haoran paused, stared at the two of them, and said:
"Jianfeng, Ruyao, when you were offering sacrifices, did you look carefully at the tablets of our ancestors?"

The brother and sister looked at each other and nodded:
"I saw it."

"Then let me ask you, what was the name of the first generation patriarch?"

The two of them answered in unison:

"Shang Tianyi!"

"Not bad!"

Shang Haoran smiled, pointed to the sky, then pointed to the earth, and said:

"People will always die, and heaven and earth will not remember us."

"But the new trees will be a testimony to the existence of the old trees."

"With this continuous witnessing, the family's forest will become more vast and prosperous."

The brother and sister looked at the silent sky and earth, silent and thoughtful.

Shang Haoran lost his smile and said firmly:

"Everyone will die. As a cultivator, it is hard to escape death. Even a powerful cultivator at the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, or even the God Transformation stage can only live a little longer."

"I feel fear in the face of death. But I deeply understand that one day, I, Shang Haoran, will also die."

"Maybe we will grow old and die, or maybe we will die on the battlefield."

"I hope that by then, I can die peacefully and without regrets like the old master."

On the side, Shang Ting listened to these words and felt deeply moved by this young man.

Shang Haoran's narration not only used the metaphor of the extraordinary wood path realm to explain the significance of the family's existence.

At the same time, it also vividly reflects his inner pursuit of the meaning of life.

What is the purpose of a person's life?
Perhaps the young and energetic Shang Jianfeng and Shang Ruyao have never thought about this question.

But Shang Haoran has already come up with his own answer.

We should be like the old owner Shang Rucai and grow into a towering tree to protect businesses from wind and rain.

Until a new towering tree grows, he completes his mission, slowly falls down, becomes nourishment for the family, and is remembered forever by the family.

Shang Jianfeng and Shang Ruyao were stunned, comprehending Shang Haoran's meaningful words.

At this time, Shang Haoran drew out the Ten Directions Golden Sword and said:

"Three years ago, the old master passed the sword to me."

"And now, I will pass on my sword to you."

After saying that, two Qingmu Xuan swords appeared in his hands, both of which were first-level swords.

One hand on the hilt of the sword and the other hand on the tip of the sword.

Shang Jianfeng and Shang Ruyao stepped forward solemnly and took them one by one.

Shang Haoran smiled slightly and said:
"Yes, the old trees in the family are like me, and the new trees are like you."

"The mission of family revival is on my shoulders, on your shoulders, and on the shoulders of all members of the clan."

"May my business community live forever."

(End of this chapter)