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

"Wei Sheng, there's some noise ahead."

Qin Wangyue's expression was serious, and her red lips parted slightly.

"Sister Wangyue, I sensed it too. They should be some rogue cultivators in the mid-stage of Qi Refining."

"If they behave themselves, that's fine. But if they dare to make any moves, I'll take action immediately."

Chen Weisheng's tone was chilling. Over the years at Yuanjian Sect, he had experienced life and death, which had made him profound and sharp.

From the bushes ahead, a fat cultivator looked flustered: "Brother, let's not mess with these two."

"They don't look like easy targets. Wouldn't it be better for us to just honestly hunt down the monsters?"

The leading black-robed cultivator hissed, "Shut up! I finally got my hands on this set of array flags; I could even touch them in the late Qi Refining stage."

"These two are so young, they're probably only about as strong as us, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Third brother, I think you're just too fat, it's made you timid!"

The fat monk dared not refute, and secretly prayed that the two would take a detour.

But things didn't go as he expected. The black-robed cultivator shouted and stopped the two people in front of him.

"Stop right now! Hand over your valuables and I'll let you go."

Chen Weisheng's expression was stern. He drew his flying sword and slashed out, severing the black-robed cultivator's arm.

"I am a disciple of the Yuanjian Sect. Get lost if you don't want to die!"

The black-robed cultivator's face twisted in disbelief, clearly not expecting Chen Weisheng to be so powerful.

He was filled with fear, so he raised his battle flags in front of him to defend himself, and begged for mercy: "I was blind and did not recognize your greatness. I have offended you, senior. I will leave now."

Chen Weisheng didn't want to waste time on these people. He could tell that the array of flags was powerful, and the combined efforts of the group might injure him and Qin Wangyue.

Therefore, he directly gave the other side a warning by revealing his sect's affiliation, which made them back down.

The few people who had been hiding did not appear; they quietly followed the black-robed cultivator away.

Seeing that the other party had already left, Chen Weisheng and Qin Wangyue did not linger and continued on their way.

"Brother, I told you to listen to me, what are we going to do now? Your severed arm can't be reattached!"

The fat monk's voice trembled with a hint of tears; the group had just received a blow to the head for their first attempt at this.

The two were cousins. The fat cultivator's parents died early, and his cousin had been guiding him in cultivation since he was a child.

"What are you crying about! It's just a lost arm, so what..."

The black-robed cultivator paused, then finally sighed, "Sigh, third brother, let's go hunt some demonic beasts and gather some spiritual herbs."

"Although it's all about living on the edge, it's still better than being killed without knowing why."

"I was blinded by this treasure before, sorry brothers!"

He had just almost died and realized that being a Tribulation Cultivator was not an easy task; he was filled with regret.

Fortunately, they didn't manage to rob anyone, which can be considered a case of realizing their mistake and turning back from the wrong path.

Seeing that their eldest brother had suddenly come to his senses, the others quickly offered words of comfort.

The black-robed monk smiled and led them into the town.

……

Six days later, Chen Weisheng and Qin Wangyue, who had been traveling non-stop except for rest, finally returned to Tai Xuan Mountain.

"Has Grandmother passed away? As her grandson, I am deeply unfilial for not being able to see her one last time!"

Chen Weisheng knelt before his parents, his face filled with sorrow.

He was unable to learn about his family's situation while he was in the sect; this was his first time returning.

Chen Qingmo helped her eldest son up and said softly, "It's not your fault. Your grandmother's condition suddenly worsened, and even I barely made it home."

"Your grandmother in heaven will be pleased that you have such a kind heart, so don't be too sad."

"Why did you insist on returning home at this time? Don't you know that your family is about to go to war with the barbarian shamans?"

Chen Weisheng pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time before speaking: "Father, I came back to take on a mission from the sect, and so did Sister Wangyue."

Chen Qingmo rubbed his forehead: "You guys..."

He could tell that his son had already reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, and Qin Wangyue had reached the sixth level of Qi Refining.

But in his eyes, the two were still children, and it was none of their business to defend against the enemy.

"Father, the sect mission is one thing. Another reason is that my master has gone to An'nan Prefecture, and I am worried about the Yang family. That's why I took on the mission with Sister Wangyue and secretly returned to Linyuan County."

Chen Qingmo shook his head helplessly: "It's only because I haven't been back for long, otherwise I would definitely write a letter and ask the clan leader to send it to you."

"I have investigated the matter of the Yang family and found that it is a grudge left over from our ancestors."

"Your master was unaware of this matter before. After you tell him about it, he will likely be more vigilant against the Yang family."

Chen Weisheng is a disciple highly valued by Zhou Tinglong. He has touched the threshold of sword intent, and his wielding of the Surging Wave Sword is about to reach the second level of the Dark Current Realm. It is because of this that he can fly on his sword with the cultivation of the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Among Zhou Tinglong's disciples, only the eldest disciple can currently surpass Chen Weisheng in swordsmanship.

Chen Qingmo told his son about the family feuds recorded in the treasure pavilion, and also mentioned his own training experience.

"My father really has had many extraordinary encounters; his luck is truly remarkable!"

Chen Weisheng smiled and praised his father.

"You brat, how dare you tease me?"

Chen Qingmo punched his son in the chest, and seeing that he was no different from usual in front of him, he felt a little relieved.

When Chen Weisheng returned, he exuded a chilling aura, which genuinely worried him.

After some laughter and joking, the heavy atmosphere lightened.

Chen Qingmo asked Qin Wangyue if she wanted to go home to visit, but she shook her head:

"Uncle Mo, Wangyue going home now will only worry her parents. Let's talk about it after everything is over."

After saying that, she looked at Chen Weisheng.

Seeing this, Chen Qingmo had some guesses in his mind, but he didn't say anything.

"Alright, in that case, you two come with me to see the clan chief."

He led the two men to the council chamber.

……

"Alright, but you two should prioritize your own safety. When you're slaying the barbarians, let Qingmo cover for you."

After some discussion, Chen Mingzheng agreed to let them go to the battlefield.

He was also surprised by the cultivation speed of Chen Weisheng and Qin Wangyue. In just a few years, they had become almost on par with some of their elders.

"As expected, sects have more resources than families."

Chen Mingzheng sighed inwardly. He also had three spiritual roots, but he had not gone to a sect to cultivate back then.

Although he has now broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage, the quality of his family's cultivation techniques is not high, and he is now feeling somewhat powerless to continue.

With the matter settled, he instructed Chen Qingmo to take the two of them to the family to select some useful pills and magical artifacts.

"Father, Wangyue and I both have suitable magical artifacts, and we just need to use the same quality pills as the other clansmen."

After leaving the house, Chen Weisheng spoke, and Qin Wangyue nodded slightly.

They came back to help the clan, not to cause trouble; there's no need to waste the clan's resources.

"The children have grown up and become sensible. The family resources are indeed not much. I have some Xunfeng talismans left here. You two can each take one as a life-saving item."

Chen Qingmo took out talismans and handed them to the two of them.

"Thank you, Father!"

"Thank you, Uncle Mo!"

Chen Weisheng and Qin Wangyue spoke in unison.

After arranging accommodations for the two, Chen Qingmo returned to his cave dwelling.

He was still somewhat uneasy and prepared to use the deductive abilities of the tortoise shell.

As his consciousness sank into his sea of ​​consciousness, a thought struck him, and he saw a line of small characters appear on the tortoise shell.

[To deduce the fate of Chen Weisheng, a descendant of the family, requires 210 years of lifespan. Since the lifespan is insufficient, the deduce has failed.]

Chen Qingmo frowned, looking somewhat at a loss.

This was the first time he had used this ability, and he hadn't expected it to consume so much of his lifespan.

His lifespan is now about 140 years, which is far from enough to support the calculations.

But then he thought that if Chen Weisheng were injured or killed in this battle, the tortoise shell would most likely give him the result directly.

It's impossible to deduce the exact situation at present, but there shouldn't be any major danger.