Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams

Chapter 630 - 247: Scheming for the Spirit

"Patriarch, how is it?"

"Was I wrong?"

Wu Jiu asked with a smiling face as he leaned in.

After the last big harvest, the Shen Family captured a cultivator from Fushan Country with a mutated wind attribute spirit root—Fu Feng.

As a wind attribute spirit root owner in the Fetal Breathing Perfection Realm, Shen Chongming was reluctant to kill her outright and instead gave Wu Jiu a task.

He was to find a way to inherit the mutated wind attribute spirit root from Fu Feng.

From the end of the last big harvest until now, it’s been a full ten years, and Wu Jiu truly worked hard, having Fu Feng give birth to six children.

This mutated wind attribute spirit root was finally perfectly inherited by the sixth child.

"Not bad."

Shen Chongming gently teased the baby in his arms, smiling as he spoke, "And Fu Feng?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Jiu hesitated for a moment, then stepped back and respectfully bowed to Shen Chongming, "Patriarch, I have a matter to ask for your permission today."

Having an inkling of his request, Shen Chongming thought for a moment and then said, "Can you ensure there will be no problems?"

Wu Jiu straightened up and said, "Patriarch, you might not know, but no matter how strong a woman is, once she has a man, has children, she changes."

"To tell the truth, Patriarch, when the fourth child was born, Fu Feng had already accepted her fate."

"I wanted to ask you for permission back then, but I thought since I hadn’t completed your task yet, I... I waited until now."

Shen Chongming quietly watched him, and after a long while, he spoke, "Take me to see her."

Hearing this, Wu Jiu quickly bowed and gestured, leading him to the cave where Fu Feng was held.

The cave was chosen for its secrecy.

But later, for convenience, Wu Jiu had people build this courtyard next to the cave, with the cave entrance in the backyard of the courtyard.

The flat bluestone path led directly to the cave entrance. As the two walked along the path into the cave, Shen Chongming was surprised to find the cave decoratively arranged, and the interior was kept very clean.

Wu Jiu carefully explained from the side, "Patriarch, forgive me, I... I thought if I kept this place cleaner, it would be more comfortable."

Shen Chongming said nothing, following him deeper into the cave.

In front of the stone table, a figure wearing a plain, wide robe and with loose hair was sitting cross-legged, holding a book and reading intently.

The imagined untidy scene was absent.

At this time, although Fu Feng’s hands and feet were still shackled with special chains, her clothes were clean, and her long black hair was well-groomed.

Shen Chongming even noticed in another corner of the stone chamber a makeshift dressing table with some items a woman would use.

Seeing Shen Chongming’s gaze sweep over the objects in the stone chamber, Wu Jiu felt uneasy.

After all, Fu Feng was a captive, and until she verbally pledged allegiance to the Shen Family, she remained an enemy.

Everything in this stone chamber was privately prepared by him for Fu Feng over the years.

Evidently exceeding what a captive deserved, he was worried Shen Chongming would be displeased.

When the sound was heard, Fu Feng put down the book in her hands, and upon seeing Wu Jiu, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

However, this smile froze abruptly when she saw Shen Chongming behind Wu Jiu.

Crash!

Fury flickered in Fu Feng’s eyes as she suddenly stood, glaring angrily at Shen Chongming.

Clearly, she hadn’t forgotten that everything over the past ten years was due to Shen Chongming.

Wu Jiu quickly came by her side, speaking urgently, "The Patriarch came to see you."

"Didn’t we agree, for the children’s sake..."

Hearing the words by her ears, Fu Feng clenched her fists beneath the wide robe, then slowly withdrew her gaze.

Shen Chongming approached, examining the chains on her wrists and ankles, then smiled faintly, "These things are easy for you to remove; you’ve really endured these years."

With his current cultivation, he could tell at a glance that the array runes on the chains had long been worn down by Fu Feng over the years.

This meant she could easily break free from her shackles.

The fact that she wore them for years, staying in this stone chamber cave, perhaps was indeed as Wu Jiu said, because she had a man, had children.

Fearing her escape would harm Wu Jiu and their children.

"You..."

Wu Jiu, upon hearing this, looked at Fu Feng with a complex expression.

This time he invited Shen Chongming to come, partly to let him see the child with the wind attribute spirit root.

The other reason was to plead with Shen Chongming to grant Fu Feng freedom, given her behavior over the years.

Yet he hadn’t expected that Fu Feng had secretly weakened the chains over the years, intending to escape.

Fu Feng turned her head, quietly looking at Wu Jiu before her.

Facing her gaze, Wu Jiu saw a trace of sorrow and grievance.

"Patriarch..."

Wu Jiu suddenly turned, dropping to one knee and clasping his fists, "Fu Feng, she..."

Shen Chongming gently raised a hand to interrupt him.

Fu Feng clearly had countless opportunities to escape but chose to remain bound here, so he understood everything now.

"I apologize to you for what happened back then, Shen does."

"Since Wu Jiu has asked today, Shen grants you your freedom."

As he spoke, he flicked several lightning arcs, precisely striking Fu Feng’s shackles.

Bang!

In an instant, the chains that bound her hands and feet for a decade were released.