The Immortal Clan begins with deductive intelligence.

The day flew by.

The two traitors, Xu Sanshun and Xu Tiezhu, behaved themselves. Following Xu Changqing's "instructions," they went home to rest for a night and then went to the fishpond early this morning, full of energy.

The two actors' acting skills became increasingly refined. They sighed and lamented over the few lively fish, and occasionally wiped away non-existent tears, making Xu Changqing want to applaud them.

Night fell again.

Xu Changqing sat cross-legged in the quiet room, with wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner in front of him.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the Tongtian Mirror, which had been silent for a day, finally stirred.

[The simulation is complete]

[Deduction Item: Revival method for the first-tier superior spiritual plant "Purple-Veined Golden Peach".]

[The method of revival: Repeatedly cleanse the seed core with your own spiritual power for two quarters of an hour each day for seven days. Once purple patterns appear on the surface, plant it in the spiritual field immediately.]

Xu Changqing looked at the few lines of gold characters on the mirror, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

What kind of method is this?

Should we get our hands on it?

Just like those wealthy old men in the mortal world who spend their days carrying birdcages and wandering around with two walnuts in their hands when they have nothing to do?

Xu Changqing reached into the hidden compartment and took out the bronze box, then took out the shriveled purple-veined golden peach seed.

"Let's take it."

Xu Changqing had no choice; it would only take a little effort and spiritual energy, which was nothing compared to the future value of this treasure.

He mobilized his spiritual energy, gathering it at his fingertips, and then pinched the seed between his two fingers, allowing the spiritual energy to slowly seep into the seed shell along his fingertips.

Although his own practice of the "Evergreen Technique" was mediocre in terms of offensive techniques, it produced the purest wood-type spiritual power, which was best suited for health preservation and healing, and was also most suitable for this spiritual plant.

At first there was no movement, but after about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the hard, grayish-brown shell on the surface of the seed seemed to become a little more moist.

As Xu Changqing rubbed, he felt the spiritual energy within his body flowing away.

The consumption is minimal, even negligible, making it a perfect exercise for controlling the subtle output of spiritual energy.

Fifteen minutes later.

Xu Changqing stopped what he was doing, feeling a slight soreness and burning sensation in his fingertips.

Looking at the seeds again, apart from being slightly brighter, the golden spot at the top didn't seem to have changed much.

This is the method given by Tongtianjian. If someone else told him that doing this would produce spiritual fruits, he would definitely think that the other party was making a fool of him.

"Seven more days."

Xu Changqing put the seeds back into the box and reattached the sealing talisman.

These past few days, I've not only had to keep an eye on the fishpond, but I also have to find time to "play with walnuts." Being the clan chief is becoming more and more of a complicated job.

After putting away the copper box, Xu Changqing was about to get up and stretch his stiff muscles when he heard a rustling sound of footsteps coming from outside the door.

"Who's here?"

Xu Changqing's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an air of authority.

The noise at the door paused slightly, then with a creak, the door was pushed open a crack.

A round little head peeked in, and in the dim light reflected from the snow, you could see the little face that was red from the cold.

It was Xu Xining.

"Clan...Clan Chief."

Xu Xining shrank back, clearly startled by Xu Changqing's shout.

But now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to bite the bullet and squeeze into the house.

Xu Changqing glanced over the boy's head and then at the old locust tree behind the courtyard wall.

There were three even smaller heads piled up behind the snowdrift, their six eyes blinking as they peered in this direction, barely daring to breathe.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Xu Changqing sat back down on the futon and looked at the child in front of him in the dim light, who had to stand on tiptoe to appear slightly taller.

Xu Xining swallowed hard, twisting his hands together at the hem of his cotton-padded jacket, as if trying to encourage himself.

"I just wanted to ask... could our family's spirit-testing ceremony be... could it be held earlier?"

He puffed out his thin little chest, his tone filled with a child's urgency.

Xu Changqing raised an eyebrow, a slight thought stirring within him.

"Why bring it up earlier? The clan rules have already been set, and it's all on the Dragon Head Raising Day, which is still two months away."

"I can't wait any longer!"

Xu Xining took a step forward, perhaps emboldened by the fact that no one was watching him from inside.

"I heard from Grandpa Dayou today that the Qinghe Sword Sect is opening its gates, and our Xu family can go too!"

"Grandpa Dayou said it's a great opportunity. As long as you can get in, you can learn great skills, eat meat every day, and never have to put up with that Zhang family's wrath again!"

Children speak without restraint, yet their words are often the most direct.

Xu Xining's face flushed red, clearly she had been thinking about this all day and couldn't even sleep.

"Xiyue and I have discussed it. Two months is too long. What if... what if we have spiritual roots? If we start training earlier, even just one day earlier, we'll have a better chance of success, right?"

"We don't want to be a burden; we want to help our family fight off the bad guys!"

Xu Changqing looked at the child who could barely reach the edge of the table.

Children from poor families learn to be independent early, and poor children in the cultivation world must learn to risk their lives for their future even earlier.

Xu Changqing remained silent for a moment, then gently tapped his knee with his fingers.

He originally had the same idea.

The four bottles of Qi-inducing powder are ready. If we wait until February to test again, there will only be one month left until the opening ceremony.

If the test is conducted now, children with spiritual roots will have an extra two months of cultivation time.

These two months, combined with the Qi-inducing powder and the flesh of demonic beasts, will be enough for them to complete the Qi sensing process.

"Did you come up with this yourself, or did someone teach you?"

Xu Changqing asked a question.

Xu Xining scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "It was...it was my own idea, but Xiyue and the others all agreed. They were even keeping watch for me outside just now."

"OK."

Xu Changqing nodded and uttered a single word crisply.

Xu Xining was stunned for a moment, seemingly not quite understanding.

"Huh? Chieftain, you...you agreed?"

"What? Don't want to take the test anymore?"

"I want to! I want to think about it!"

Xu Xining nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, not even bothering to wipe the snot running down his nose.

"Go back to sleep. Tomorrow at noon, open the ancestral hall and perform a spirit divination!"

Xu Changqing waved his hand.

Xu Xining exclaimed "Hey!" and turned to run out. But when she got to the door, she remembered something, turned back, and gave Xu Changqing a rather imperfect junior's salute before opening the door and darting out.

As soon as the door closed, a cheer erupted outside.

Outside the courtyard wall.

The three little dumplings, all wrapped up tightly, immediately surrounded Xu Xining when he came out unharmed.

"Brother! How did it go? Did the clan leader scold you?"

The youngest, Xu Xiyue, sniffed her nose, which was red from the cold, and tugged at Xu Xining's sleeve with a worried expression.

Xu Xining stood up straight, his hands behind his back, and he couldn't hide his smugness.

"Scold? How could I!"

He snorted and glanced smugly at his younger siblings.

"Who am I? I'm the leader of our generation! The clan chief... he has high hopes for me!"

"The clan chief said I have the potential to become a sword immortal! Of course, he readily agreed to such a reasonable request!"

Xu Xiwen, who was slightly older than him, looked at him suspiciously: "Really? Then why were your legs shaking when you went in?"

"That's frozen! Frozen, you know?!"

Enraged, Xu Xining slapped Xu Xiwen on the head.

Xu Xiyue ignored everything else, only hearing the agreement, her eyes instantly sparkled with admiration, and she cupped her little hands to her chest:

"Wow! Bro, you're amazing! You always seem so boisterous, but you're so reliable when it counts!"

"That's right!"

Xu Xining was so flattered by the praise that he laughed loudly, but accidentally choked on a gust of cold air and started coughing violently.

"Cough cough... Let's go! Go back to sleep! Tomorrow, everyone better be alert. If anyone can't detect a spiritual root, they can forget about being my underling!"

Four small figures ran away, trudging through the snow.

Only a series of messy footprints were left behind, which were quickly buried by the heavy snow.