The Immortal Clan begins with deductive intelligence.

At this point, Xu Yanzhen took out a talisman with a faint blue glow from his pocket and presented it with both hands.

"Chieftain, this is a newly made Lightness Talisman."

Xu Changqing took the talisman. The spiritual energy on the talisman flowed smoothly, and it was much more refined than the previous golden light talisman.

"good."

Xu Changqing nodded and accepted the talisman.

He looked at Xu Yanzhen, whose eyes were dark and whose body was getting thinner and thinner, clearly indicating that he had been severely overworked in recent days.

"The way of talismans lies in gradual, persistent effort. If you ruin your health by burning the midnight oil like this, what use will it be if you draw a second-tier talisman?"

Xu Yanzhen bowed his head and agreed.

"The clan leader is right to reprimand us. However, given the clan's current high expenses, if this lightness talisman is successfully made, it will be in high demand, whether for the clan brothers' self-defense or for the market."

"That's very thoughtful."

Xu Changqing took out a bottle of "Qi-restoring pills" that was half full from his sleeve and casually placed it on the stone table next to him.

"Take this pill. If your spiritual energy is insufficient, take one. Remember, do not overdraw your energy. Go now."

Xu Yanzhen held the porcelain bottle in both hands, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He was about to bow and take his leave, but his gaze involuntarily lingered on the dust on the ground.

The Taihu stone, though hard in texture, had now turned into such fine powder. The lingering aura of anxiety made his heart pound with fear.

Wasn't the clan leader practicing the family's "Eternal Spring Skill"? When did he acquire such domineering and fierce methods?

Xu Yanzhen dared not ask any more questions. He bowed deeply and retreated into his room, leaning on his cane.

Once the courtyard was empty, Xu Changqing raised his right hand and examined it closely by the moonlight.

The purple mark on his palm had disappeared, but his entire palm was still red, swollen, and hot. When he clenched his fist slightly, a sharp pain came from the Laogong acupoint.

"Although the power of this 'Palm Thunder' is great, its backlash is also considerable."

Xu Changqing pondered to himself, then turned and went back to his study, where he sat cross-legged on the futon once more.

Now that this lightning technique has been mastered, it is a trump card, and there is no reason not to use it just because you are afraid of pain.

"Very well, now that we have the Heavenly Mirror in hand, let's find another way to strengthen our physique and toughen our meridians."

Xu Changqing's mind stirred slightly, and he once again sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the ancient bronze mirror hung in the void. Sensing the thoughts, clouds surged and golden light emanated from its surface.

"Based on current conditions, this method can assist in the cultivation of 'Palm Thunder' and strengthen the body and toughen the meridians."

[Deduction begins]

[Time required: 10 days]

Seeing that the Tongtianjian had begun to deduce, Xu Changqing stopped worrying, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, and circulated the Changchun Gong to nourish his damaged right hand.

This meditative state lasted for several hours.

When Xu Changqing opened his eyes again, it was already noon, and he heard several rumbling sounds from his stomach.

Although cultivators can draw qi into their bodies, they have not yet reached the stage of foundation building and abstaining from grains, so they still cannot abstain from the five grains and miscellaneous foods.

He got up, pushed open the door, and walked straight to the dining room in the backyard, where several lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed slightly in the wind.

As soon as they arrived at the hall, Jiang Rou was sitting at the table, propping her forehead up with one hand. Several dishes with lids were placed in front of her, and she looked somewhat listless and tired.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Rou looked up sharply and saw that it was Xu Changqing. She quickly got up to greet him, forcing a smile as she said:

"Has my husband finished his cultivation? I've reheated the food twice; he must be getting quite old by now."

Xu Changqing stepped inside and closed the door behind him to block out the cold air.

"It's alright, as long as it fills our stomachs, it's a good meal."

He pulled Jiang Rou down to sit and reached out to lift the porcelain lid on the table.

A rich, savory aroma of fish soup instantly filled the air.

This is a Qingling fish from Xintang, with the most delicious meat. Jiang Rou specially instructed the kitchen to stew it until it was thick and white, with a few bright red goji berries floating on top.

Xu Changqing's appetite was whetted, and he was about to pick up his chopsticks when he saw Jiang Rou's expression suddenly change beside him.

She frowned, covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and involuntarily leaned back, letting out a suppressed dry heave.

"vomit……"

Xu Changqing paused with his chopsticks, which were suspended in mid-air.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

He put down his chopsticks, his expression grave.

Although Jiang Rou is a mortal, her family's diet has improved over the past year, and she has been nourished by spirit rice, so she has always been healthy and rarely appears so weak.

Jiang Rou waved her hand, pressed her other hand to her chest, and it took her a long time to catch her breath. Tears welled in her eyes as she apologized:

"For some reason, I've been feeling tired these past two days and can't stand the smell of fish and mutton. It's nothing serious."

As she spoke, she tried to get up to serve the soup, but her movements looked unsteady, and she even stumbled.

Xu Changqing reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist.

It felt warm to the touch, but showed no signs of fever.

He frowned slightly, but instead of letting go, he placed two fingers on Jiang Rou's pulse point.

"Don't move."

Xu Changqing slowly channeled a wisp of spiritual energy into Jiang Rou's body through his fingertips.

Seeing her husband's serious expression, Jiang Rou dared not move again, but looked at him with some trepidation in her beautiful eyes.

He secretly calculated how many spirit stones he would have to spend on medicine if he really fell ill. He couldn't afford to waste his newly comfortable life.

Xu Changqing closed his eyes and concentrated.

The pulse under the fingers was smooth and steady at first, with no abnormalities.

The spiritual energy traveled to Jiang Rou's lower abdomen, where the originally smooth spiritual energy seemed to touch a very faint life force.

The pulse is smooth and flowing, like pearls rolling on a plate.

Xu Changqing's fingertips trembled slightly. He opened his eyes and stared straight at Jiang Rou with a strange expression, a mixture of surprise, joy, and disbelief.

Jiang Rou felt uneasy under his gaze, and she gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with her other hand.

"Husband...but...but this illness is rather troublesome? If..."

Xu Changqing interrupted her, his lips curving into an uncontrollable smile, his joy overflowing from his eyes and brows.

It's not an illness.

Xu Changqing took a deep breath to suppress the excitement in his heart.

"This is a pregnancy sign."

"The Xu family will have an heir."

Jiang Rou was taken aback.

She opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but no sound came out; only two lines of clear tears welled up in her eyes without warning.

Having been married into the Xu family for several years, she had no spiritual roots and could not cultivate. Although she held the title of mistress of the house and managed the household affairs in an orderly manner, her inability to bear children was always a thorn in her heart.

Especially in cultivation families, offspring are the continuation of tradition and the hope.

"Really...really?"

Jiang Rou's voice choked with sobs, and her hands trembled as she touched her still flat stomach.

"Although I am not a medical practitioner, I can still accurately detect pregnancy."

Xu Changqing, no longer the composed man he usually was, pushed the bowl of fish soup far away and pulled Jiang Rou into his arms.

"My husband..."

Jiang Rou leaned against Xu Changqing's chest, crying and laughing at the same time.

"What if, what if the child is just a mortal without spiritual roots... what should we do?"

Xu Changqing gently patted her back.

"Even if he is just an ordinary person, he is still my eldest son, Xu Changqing's eldest son. I can always provide him with wealth and well-being in this life."

"Furthermore, I am now at the fifth level of Qi Refining and have been cleansed by that jade liquid. Although you have no spiritual root, you have been eating spiritual rice for many years, so the chances of this child having a spiritual root are not small."

Jiang Rou nodded, secretly vowing to take good care of this pregnancy.

"Put aside your chores for the next few days and let Yanling handle them. She's meticulous and needs some experience."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Rou hesitated.

"Yanling is good, but he is still young, and there are some accounts to be made..."

"It's alright, with Uncle Dayou keeping an eye on things, nothing will go wrong."