Shu Land.
Falling Spring Shen Clan.
Ever since the family's old ancestor, Shen Guanfu, who had achieved perfected Dao Foundation, had gone east, the Song Clan had instead launched a large-scale assault.
Whenever it was time to harvest spirit rice, they would inevitably send troops to seize the spirit paddy...
After three or four years of this, the Shen Clan had become increasingly straitened.
Inside the council hall.
The Shen Clan elders had gathered, their faces full of sorrow:
"A-Dong is dead..."
"The Song Clan bullies us beyond all reason... Hmph, aren't they merely relying on a few Dao Foundation ancestors? If our ancestor were still here, with his cultivation, with his cultivation..."
By the end, the white-haired old man's voice had choked up.
Though his heart was filled with grievances, he did not know how to voice them. He could only treat Shen Guanfu as though he had truly been dead all along!
"The Song Clan will surely come at this year's autumn harvest. Let's fight them!"
"Fight? How? Even if we fought to the death and sacrificed ten or a hundred men, could we harm even one finger of a Dao Foundation cultivator?"
For a time, the hall erupted into chaos.
Drip. Drip.
Just then, the sound of flowing water suddenly rang out.
The clear spring's tinkling drowned out every quarrel.
At some point, spring water had overflowed into the great hall.
This spring was incomparably clear, like a bright mirror, yet it also carried the vital energy of sweet rain.
"Have you all argued enough?"
A green-haired old man had appeared at the seat of honor at some point.
He was the Shen Clan's sole Dao Foundation ancestor—Shen Guanyuan, with only early-stage Dao Foundation cultivation.
"Ancestor Yuan... the Song Clan presses us step by step. What are