Dual cultivation makes you stronger, everyone else is a prodigy, and I'm the only one slacking

Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside the main hall of the Shen family was far less relaxed than that of the Primordial Holy Land.

Shen Yuan sat at the head of the table, his face so dark it was almost dripping with water.

This trip to Dongbao was a complete disaster. He not only failed to seize any opportunities but also lost the treasures. Even his second brother died at Dongbao's upper sect.

What's even more problematic is that the attitude of the divine enforcers is simply outrageous.

That Moon God... ugh, let's not even mention it!

Shen Yuan shook his head, his heart clenching with worry as he thought about it.

He closed his eyes briefly, sighed softly, and said, "Farewell. In the future, I will definitely burn more things for you during festivals."

The elder beside him twitched his lips. What kind of things would a cultivator burn? Has the patriarch lost his mind?

Shen Yuan grew angrier the more he thought about it. His eyelids drooped, and he smashed the armrest with his palm. "Those bastards from the Wen family!"

He hadn't felt so angry before, but the thought of the Wen family's betrayal and the loss of his most treasured magic weapon ignited his fury.

Everyone in the hall was startled. An elder rushed over and reported, "Patriarch, as you instructed, someone has been keeping an eye on the Wen family's movements. News has come from them."

Shen Yuan frowned, and the elder continued his report.

Shen Yuan suddenly looked up, his tone tinged with hesitation, and said, "Phoenix Ancient City? Isn't that the legendary sacred land of the immortal race that has already vanished?"

"Yes, the Wen family acts very mysteriously and their whereabouts are extremely secretive. Our people went to great lengths to find out this information."

The hall was silent for two breaths. The events leading up to this flashed through Shen Yuan's mind. He gritted his teeth in anger.

"The Wen family is something else. I knew they'd been acting strangely lately. Turns out, they've found a new opportunity behind our backs and want to monopolize it."

Phoenix Ancient City was once the home of the ancient Phoenix Clan. Even though only ruins remain, they are priceless.

Opportunities abound in the ancient city, yet the Wen family, despite possessing intelligence about the city, refuses to share it, forgetting about the seven-family alliance.

Shen Yuan felt his blood pressure rising as he thought about it. "When the inheritance of the Myriad Emotions Path appeared, I did not keep it to myself and shared it with the seven families. Now that they have something good, they only know how to keep it all to themselves and even want to leave my Shen family behind. Shameless! Utterly shameless! You all keep an eye on things for me and report any suspicious activity."

"Yes." As soon as the words were spoken, a hurried voice suddenly came from outside the hall.

A disciple stumbled in. Shen Yuan, already in a bad mood, looked at the man and said impatiently, "What are you panicking about? Has the sky fallen or the earth collapsed?"

The disciple, panting heavily, cried out, "It's the Holy... Holy Son."

Shen Yuan frowned. "What Holy Son?"

The disciple swallowed hard. "Saint Shen Jia has returned."

Shen Yuan's heart clenched violently, and he jumped up from his chair.

The name Shen Jia is no longer mentioned by many in the Shen family. But no one in the Shen family will forget the scene of that child's birth.

On that day, auspicious purple clouds filled the sky, golden lotuses appeared in the sky, and a sense of good fortune enveloped the entire Shen family mansion.

Even the ancestral tombs they had worshipped for who knows how long emitted blue smoke on that day.

What shocked the entire Shen family even more was that the legendary Primordial Saint Lord, who was rumored to be elusive, actually came to the Shen family in person. After just one glance at the baby in swaddling clothes, he asserted that the first generation of Saint Son had returned.

No one knew what this meant, and the Shen family never asked.

Three days later, the newborn child was taken away by the Primordial Holy Lord and has been missing ever since.

The Primordial Holy Land is known by name but its location is almost unknown to the world. There is a saying in the cultivation world: the Divine Realm produces divine children, and the Primordial Holy Land produces madmen.

This lineage is so ancient that it is impossible to trace back. At the peak of their power, they were capable of confronting the divine realm head-on. However, for some unknown reason, they gradually went into seclusion, no longer concerned with worldly affairs, and eventually, no one even knew about their fixed mountain gate.

It is said that the Primordial Holy Land is hidden beyond the Nine Domains, and some even say that it is a blessed land in itself. In short, the Shen family has tried to make contact over the years, but they don't even know where the Primordial Holy Land is.

Shen Yuan originally thought he might never see his grandson before he died, but he never expected him to return.

His grandson, the Qilin, is back! Shen Yuan was overjoyed, his eyes filled with tears.

"Everyone, follow me out to greet the Holy Son."

The voice just fell.

A lazy, youthful voice came from outside the hall, "No need. We're already here; it would be too much trouble to go out and fetch them again."

Everyone looked up and saw sunlight streaming in from outside the hall. A young man swaggered across the threshold, his warm golden hair blowing in the wind. His eyes and brows were smiling, unrestrained and flamboyant, and he was exceptionally handsome.

He looked around, his gaze finally settling on Shen Yuan. After a long pause, he said, "You're my...master?"

Shen Yuan: ...

In short, this scene completely exceeded Shen Yuan's expectations.

To his utter surprise, the boy swaggered in and circled around him again and again.

Shen Jia looked him up and down and nodded. "Old man, you look quite energetic."

Although Shen Yuan was nearly several hundred years old, cultivators are eternally young. He had the appearance of a gentle and dignified scholar, with a charming demeanor. He certainly didn't look like an old man.

"I heard you lost?" Shen Jia asked bluntly.

A deathly silence fell over the main hall. The elders lowered their heads silently, their eyes downcast.

Shen Yuan: "Who told you that?"

Shen Jia: "I heard that the seven families from the outer realms went to the Eastern Treasure Continent in a grand procession, only to return in disgrace. This news has spread quite far; I even heard about it in the Primordial Holy Land."

Shen Yuan finally lost his temper and roared, "You just got home and you're already rubbing salt into Grandpa's wounds, aren't you?"

Shen Jia paused, blinked her clear eyes, and asked, "Are you really my grandfather?"

"nonsense."

Shen Jia glanced at him again and laughed. "Although I hate to admit it, my bloodline tells me that you are indeed my elder. Alright, since I'm also a member of the Shen family, it's my duty to stand up for you. So, tell me, what can I do to help?"

Shen Yuan's eyes lit up. "Actually, there really is one."

Shen Jia: "?"

Phoenix Ancient Town.