Cultivation begins with the Shen family

Chapter 1 The Calamity of Genocide
In the chaotic darkness, a divine vine exuding emerald green light stood there quietly, as if it had gone through countless years.

I saw that under the green leaves shrouded in the sacred radiance, hung an emerald green gourd with magical patterns flowing all over it, experiencing the baptism of the sacred radiance day and night, exuding the aura of the great way all the time.

Suddenly, a huge space crack appeared in the vast darkness, and then there were countless powerful and extremely thick black lightning strikes directly on the divine vine standing in the void.

"Boom"

In an instant, the black lightning ruthlessly submerged the divine vine, and everything was instantly enveloped in dazzling white light.

However, in the middle of the white light that enveloped everything, there seemed to be an emerald green shooting star piercing through the terrifying darkness
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Eastern Wasteland, Shayu County, Biyun Mountain.

Biyun Mountain, although the mountain is only a hundred feet long, but the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mists all the year round, and there are secluded forests and clear springs in the mountains, which is a scene of a fairy house.

At this time, in a deep valley, a man in green shirt was sitting cross-legged among the vigorous spiritual plants, surrounded by strands of emerald green spiritual energy, swimming around him like a dragon.

I saw that the whole body of the young man was covered in a strange emerald green, and the emerald green aura surrounding him continuously blew over the surrounding spiritual plants, and the latter swayed their branches and leaves happily in the emerald green aura .

At this moment, the whole body of this young man seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment, and the majestic vitality filled this mountain valley.

If there are high-ranking monks here at this time, they will be extremely surprised and call it incredible.

I don't know how long it took before the young man slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light burst out from those deep eyes.

"I saw that scene again while meditating."

With a breath of foul breath, he murmured to himself.

After saying that, the young man shook his head helplessly, and didn't think about the horrible scene he saw when he was meditating just now.

Because for him, the picture of the void explosion has often appeared in his mind since he was a child, almost accompanying his 18 years of growth.

At first he was still shocked by the scene in the picture, but as the picture repeated in his mind over and over again, he was paralyzed by it.

And after more than ten years of repeated watching and thinking, he can only come to a specious conclusion:
This shocking scene should be related to that thing in his dantian!
When the man put aside the picture in his mind, he stood up and looked at Taniguchi, as if he had noticed something.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in the late stage of Qi training appeared, and walked straight to the young man in a hurry.

"Zhirui met Uncle Three!"

The young man bowed his hands and saluted the middle-aged man who was walking towards him.

This young man is named Shen Zhirui, and he is a young member of the fifth generation of the Shen family in Biyun Mountain. He is currently working in the family medicine garden.

"Zhi Rui, I haven't seen you for a few months, and my cultivation seems to have improved a lot."

The middle-aged man looked at his nephew standing in front of him, and a gratified smile appeared on his anxious face.

On this side, Shen Zhirui obviously also noticed the expression of the third uncle when he came in, and immediately asked:

"Third Uncle, is something wrong?"

Facing the former's inquiry, the man's face was once again full of anxiety, and he sighed heavily:

"It's a long story, and it might bring disaster to the family."

It turned out that the end of the new year was approaching, and when the Shen family was preparing to welcome the new year, the county magistrate of Sha Yu County suddenly sent someone to deliver a message.

This year's tax for the Shen family has actually increased a lot compared to previous years!
The Shen family is just a small qi-training clan in Shayu County, and the Shayu County it belongs to is a foundation-building sect that belongs to the downstream branch of [Tongtian River]—Xuanlingmen.

Although the Xuanlingmen had a lot of taxes in the past, and the vassal families were required to hand over one thousand low-grade spirit stones, five thousand catties of first-level spirit grains and other things, but now Xuanlingmen requires the Shen family to hand over five thousand. Low-grade spirit stones, 300 catties of spirit grains plus a [-]-year-old spirit medicine!
Shayu County is already barren, and it is next to the Jue Ling Sand Sea, where the aura is withered. Moreover, the Shen family is just a small family that has been established for less than 300 years. Barely make ends meet.

Therefore, such a heavy tax has not only far exceeded the capabilities of the Shen family, but also caught the Shen family by surprise!
However, as the overlord of this place, the Xuanling Sect will obviously not be sympathetic to the actual situation of a small family like the Shen family who is struggling to make a living at the bottom of the world of cultivating immortals. Punishment is used to establish its majesty.

For those families who cannot pay taxes on time, what they often face is the disaster of genocide!

After listening to the ins and outs of the middle-aged man's story, Shen Zhirui's eyes instantly became extremely solemn, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry, but seemed to be thinking about something.

"I came to the medicine garden this time to see the condition of the elixir"

After thinking for a while, Shen Zhirui didn't listen to Third Uncle anymore, and said directly:
"Third uncle, I'm going to find the patriarch, please help me guard the medicine garden!"

After saying that, he fled out of the valley without looking back.

"Hey Zhirui"

The third uncle, Shen Daoquan, was about to call out to Shen Zhirui to stop him, but when he looked up, he saw that the latter had already flown out of the valley.

"This child."

Looking at Shen Zhirui's leaving back, he murmured with a heavy heart, but there seemed to be a deep meaning in his eyes.

Shen Zhirui's precocious wisdom is well known in the whole family. He started practicing at the age of six, and successfully broke through to the fourth level of Qi training at the age of 12, and entered the threshold of the middle stage of Qi training, so much so that he has caught up with some Taoists in the family uncle.

Therefore, the clansmen also speculated that Shen Zhirui's spiritual root aptitude should be good, at least a three-spiritual-root aptitude, or even a double-spiritual root.

In addition, Shen Zhirui has practiced hard since he was a child, and has learned a series of spells for cultivating spiritual plants passed down by Shen's ancestors. Among them is the elder Xiangzi who has been immersed in Lingzhi for many years.

Now in Shen Daoquan's view, Shen Zhirui has a great possibility to inherit his grandfather Shen Xiangchi's seat and become the next head of the Shen clan!
Of course, the premise of all this is that Shen can survive the current crisis of genocide safely this time!
. . . . . .

In a large hall halfway up Biyun Mountain, an old man with black and white hair on his temples was sitting on the main seat, his withered fingers slowly tapping on the table, a look of despondency appeared in his piercing eyes color.

This old man is the current patriarch of the Shen family——Shen Xiangchi. He is not only the only two monks in the Shen family who have practiced qi training, but also a man who has been in charge of the family for more than ten years and has saved the family several times. characters.

However, such a person who has experienced vicissitudes of life still feels powerless when facing the crisis of genocide in front of him.

"The total production of the family-owned spiritual fields this year is only more than 1000 catties, and it has to meet the consumption of the clansmen themselves. Now, in addition to the five thousand catties of spiritual grains that were supposed to be paid as tax tribute, there is only Chen Gu in the grain depot. Two thousand catties. As for the spirit stones in the family treasury, they are less than [-] yuan, which will be used to maintain the family's operations in the coming year."

Hearing this, Shen Xiangchi remained silent. After a long silence, he said in a deep voice:
"Everyone, the family has reached a critical moment of life and death, and only by gathering the strength of the whole family can it be possible to save the day.

Tell the clansmen, see if you can donate some of the money and food that each family still has, and treat it as my patriarch who borrowed from them, and as long as the clan can survive the immediate crisis this time, I will find a way to return it to them."

"As the patriarch, the old man is willing to donate five hundred spirit stones."

Hearing this, several family elders in the palace were all moved by it.

"Patriarch, this crisis is already a crisis for the whole clan, not just one family, so we are naturally willing to donate our own money and food!"

A clan elder with white beard and hair shouted in a trembling voice.

"I would like to donate two hundred catties of spiritual grains and one hundred catties of spiritual stones."

"I would like to donate a family-heirloom first-grade high-grade magic weapon."

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(End of this chapter)