A daily divination, from family tortoise shells to immortal clans.

Qi State, Linyuan County, Taixuan Mountain.

The sun was high in the sky in early September, still carrying a hint of heat.

Chen Qingmo, dressed in coarse cloth shorts, with a few drops of sweat on his forehead, was meditating cross-legged on a straw mat under the thatched hut.

He heard a call in his ear, and he stopped his breathing exercise, opening his eyes to see a panting young man in front of him.

"Brother Mo, the elders are summoning the clan disciples. You should go back soon too."

This man is his cousin, Chen Qingjie, who is usually very diligent in relaying messages within the clan.

"Qingjie, what's the matter that you're in such a hurry?"

Chen Qingmo was somewhat curious, as no major events had occurred in the clan for nearly a hundred years, and life had been quite ordinary.

Now that even someone like him, who guards the spiritual veins, is being recalled, a bad premonition rises in his heart.

Chen Qingjie picked up the water bottle under the thatched hut and gulped down several mouthfuls. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he wiped his mouth and whispered mysteriously in Chen Qingmo's ear:

"I heard from my grandfather that several spiritual fields at the foot of Mount Taixuan seem to be drying up, and the clan is worried about this."

After saying that, he sighed a few times.

"Is it really what Fifth Uncle said? Qingjie, don't talk nonsense."

Chen Qingmo was shocked. Fifth Uncle, who was also Chen Qingjie's grandfather, was the fifth elder of the clan and possessed the cultivation of the seventh level of Qi Refining. He was one of the few late-stage Qi Refining cultivators in the family, so his words were credible.

If what Chen Qingjie said is true, then this family is indeed in a critical situation.

"How dare I talk nonsense? Brother Mo, don't you know my personality? Although I can't keep a secret, when have I ever lied?"

Chen Qingmo nodded; what he said was indeed true. But he knew in his heart that the information his cousin knew was most likely deliberately revealed by his fifth uncle.

He used his cousin's words to reveal the situation, so that the disciples in the clan would be aware of it and not cause any further trouble.

"Brother Mo, I still need to call the others, don't be late."

Chen Qingjie waved and walked away.

Chen Qingmo, however, was somewhat dazed; he had been in this world for over ten years.

After graduating from university in my previous life, I entered a materials factory and worked hard in Qing City until I was almost thirty years old. I finally managed to make a down payment and was looking forward to my life getting back on track.

But fate had other plans. An accident occurred in the factory, causing an explosion. He died in the accident and was transported to this world, becoming an ordinary disciple in a Qi Refining family.

When he first arrived here, he was glad that he could cultivate, but he possessed four pseudo spiritual roots of metal, wood, water and fire, and after several years he was still only at the first level of Qi Refining.

Finally, following the family's arrangement, he became a Daoist partner with a female cultivator of the same Qi Refining realm, thus ensuring the continuation of the family line.

Less than one in a thousand mortals can give birth to offspring with spiritual roots, while the probability of a cultivator is much higher. However, the higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to conceive.

Chen Qingmo originally thought he could only be a low-level Qi cultivator, so he settled down to get married and have children.

Fortunately, there is always a way out. When his first child was born, a tortoise shell awakened within him, binding him and his offspring.

The tortoise shell was hidden within the sea of ​​consciousness. Its shell was as black as ink, its belly was dark red, and it was covered with intricate patterns, with characters such as Heaven, Earth, and Man engraved on it.

The functions provided by the tortoise shell gave Chen Qingmo hope.

[Daily Divination: A hexagram is randomly generated every day at midnight.]

When Chen Qingmo first saw this information, he was overjoyed, believing that his luck had turned around.

However, after some time, he discovered that the divination results given by the tortoise shell were completely random, and sometimes even ominous ones that could endanger his life.

To deduce a specific event, one needs to consume lifespan, and lifespan is already limited at the low level of Qi Refining, so he dares not use it lightly.

Most of the time within the family, things are uneventful; opportunities only arise when one ventures out to gain experience.

For more than five years, Chen Qingmo has relied on divination to avoid misfortune and has cultivated to the third level of Qi Refining. He is just one step away from entering the middle stage of Qi Refining.

He tried to break through several times, but failed and was injured in the end. He had to recuperate for a long time. He still needs the power of the Spirit Gathering Pill to truly break through.

This pill can increase the probability of breaking through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining, and is highly regarded among low-level cultivators.

However, the price is not low, a full sixty spirit stones. Ordinary Qi Refining cultivators simply cannot afford it. Even family cultivators like Chen Qingmo would need to save up for a long time and complete more tasks before they could afford it.

Guarding the spiritual vein earns him five spirit stones a year. He also takes on tasks to help elders in his clan refine talismans and gather herbs, and has already accumulated forty-nine spirit stones.

Chen Qingmo was only eleven spirit stones away from breaking through again, but now this has happened in the family, and it's unknown what the outcome will be.

Composing himself, he got up and walked towards a square halfway up the mountain.

Chen Family Square.

When Chen Qingmo arrived, many members of the clan had already gathered there, chatting animatedly.

"Qingmo, come quick!"

Just as Chen Qingmo was about to find a corner to stay in, he heard a deep voice calling him.

Looking towards the direction from which the sound came, he saw a rather burly man waving at him. That man was Chen Qingyang, the eldest brother of the Qing generation in the clan.

"Big brother."

Chen Qingmo responded, walked up to Chen Qingyang, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Hey, why bother with formalities between brothers like us? What are your thoughts on matters concerning the clan?"

Chen Qingyang waved his hand lightly, interrupting his gesture of bowing.

Chen Qingmo pondered for a moment, then slowly said:

"The spiritual energy in the spirit fields is insufficient, resulting in a decrease in the production of spirit rice, while the offerings to the Yuanjian Sect are indispensable. The clan needs to find other ways to earn spirit stones. However, hunting demonic beasts is currently the fastest method, and the elders should establish a demon-hunting team."

Chen Qingyang praised:

"Smart! If we don't have enough spirit rice, we have to pay with spirit stones, but the clan still needs to survive, so we have to hunt demons."

Although most of the disciples in the clan are below the third level of Qi Refining, and I am only at the peak of the fourth level of Qi Refining, there should be several elders leading the team, so there is no need to worry too much.

Chen Qingmo nodded, but a trace of worry remained in his eyes.

In recent years, the Yuanjian Sect has had constant friction with the Demonic Sect, which has increased its need for resources, and the collection of offerings has changed from once every three years to once every two years.

Two hundred years ago, the Chen family had a Foundation Establishment ancestor in the Yuanjian Sect, but after the ancestor passed away, no one with outstanding talent appeared in the family. Most of them had pseudo-spiritual roots or even mixed spiritual roots.

To avoid being envied and plotted against, their descendants volunteered to settle down in Tai Xuan Mountain, a first-grade high-level spiritual vein, and became its affiliated family.

As a family under the jurisdiction of the Yuanjian Sect, the Chen family naturally had to respond to the sect's call. However, the family's spiritual fields were few in number, and after several years, their foundation had been damaged, showing signs of depletion.

In the past, the clan relied mainly on offerings from the spirit fields, with surplus grain left for the disciples' cultivation.

Hunting demons is only used as a way for disciples to hone their skills. Usually, the demons are low-level, first-tier monsters, equivalent to the early stage of Qi Refining.

With elders providing care, life-threatening crises are generally unlikely.

However, to earn enough spirit stones, it will inevitably attract mid-level or even high-level first-tier demonic beasts, which may result in heavy casualties.

Seeing Chen Qingmo's solemn expression, Chen Qingyang immediately spoke up:

"Qingmo, casualties are inevitable. The clan has been silent for too long, and its disciples have never even experienced a real life-or-death situation."

To be honest, this incident with the Yuanjian Sect might give us a chance to produce a cultivator who can reach the Foundation Establishment stage. Otherwise, if something like this happens again, our family will still be powerless.

By the end, Chen Qingyang was practically gritting his teeth.

Chen Qingmo also understood that in the cultivation world, being weak was the original sin.

Even righteous sects like the Yuanjian Sect cannot avoid competing for resources. As long as no one dies within the sect, this is a tacitly accepted rule.

"quiet!"

A somewhat aged voice came from the high platform in the square, and the previously noisy crowd below instantly fell silent.