Breath-Nourishing Dao.
Ancient Shu, Xituo Commandery, Azure Departure Mountain.
Autumn winds swept through the fields, turning the spirit paddies golden.
Several spirit farmers were harvesting spirit rice, packing it into specially made hemp sacks, then carrying the sacks aboard a spirit vessel.
The emblem of the Four Directions Merchant Association was engraved on the vessel's surface, shining brightly as it released spiritual light.
The light was somewhat glaring, making the white-haired, stooped old man beside it squint despite himself.
"Shang Lin."
A low voice called from beside him. It was Fang Wujiu.
Compared with his nephew's aged appearance, he looked middle-aged, giving him an oddly jarring air.
After all, he had entered the Dao through Qi Ingestion and remained light-footed and vigorous.
Fang Shanglin, however, had had his qi sea and meridians destroyed all those years ago. He could no longer cultivate and was nothing more than a frail, sickly mortal.
As time went by, the difference between them had naturally become plain.
Fang Wujiu looked at his nephew, his expression turning gentle. "Daoquan is a good boy. Daoyun had her fate chart tested recently, too, didn't she? How did it turn out?"
Though his nephew had suffered a disaster in his youth, he had avoided the several battles that followed. In a way, fortune and misfortune had gone hand in hand.
And after giving up hope of following the Dao, he had taken several concubines at once and raised a large family. Quite a few of the younger generation seemed clever.
"It's been tested. She has a [Three Stars Water] fate... It would be best for her to cultivate [Three Stars Water]. The family's Black Ridge Observation Book is also an option, but her progress would be a little slower..."
At the mention of his daughter, a few threads