Chapter 1934: Geomancy
Just one look at you, and I almost killed you?
Shen Qingsheng held his breath, his chest feeling blocked, unable to utter a word.
Shen Shouxing looked at him with disappointment, then solemnly said, "Be honest, have you secretly learned something behind my back?"
The claim that just by looking at someone, one could kill, was naturally something Shen Shouxing could not believe.
Mo Hua is in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, and so is his son.
Their cultivation is comparable, and even in terms of Spiritual Root, Spiritual Power, Cultivation Technique, and Taoist Skill, his son surpasses him.
How could it be possible to be driven insane, babbling madly, and losing composure just from a glance?
A Foundation Building Cultivator would not have such means.
Most likely, it’s a problem with his own son.
He’s usually too busy.
Holding an important position, there’s always a plethora of affairs, every move watched by others. He can’t even focus on advancing further; even maintaining his own interests requires meticulous planning, leaving no time for anything else.
He can’t keep an eye on his son all the time, unaware of what he does in daily life.
Yet he knows all too well the indulgent habits of aristocratic progeny.
Thinking of that "possessed" behavior, Shen Shouxing truly suspects his son might have sought excitement by secretly learning some disreputable Taoist Skill, causing his meridians to suddenly go awry, leading to madness.
Such a thing is a major taboo!
If it remains unexposed, it’s fine, but once revealed and detected, his son would be ruined.
Expulsion from the Sect would not be the worst outcome; under severe circumstances, he might be erased from the family records or even thrown into the Taoist Prison.
This would essentially be a "death sentence" for his only son.
The foundation he has worked so hard to build for so many years, with no one to inherit or pass it on to, would eventually be in vain.
Shen Shouxing’s gaze grew increasingly stern.
Shen Qingsheng’s face was pale, eyes panicked, "Father, I didn’t... Father, I’m your son, how could you distrust me but believe the nonsense of that little scoundrel?"
Shen Shouxing said angrily, "Shut up, stop speaking disrespectfully! Little scoundrel this, little scoundrel that, do you know who he is?"
"Isn’t he just an ordinary disciple of the Taixu Gate?"
Shen Shouxing sneered, "A Formation Leader, favored by the ancestor, just an ordinary disciple?"
Shen Qingsheng, unconvinced, mockingly said, "Formation Leader, that must be due to his luck and the ancestor paving the way for him. Otherwise, with him being only in the Foundation Building Middle Stage, how could he have defeated my Qian Taoist Sect seniors?"
Shen Shouxing reprimanded, "Then why aren’t you lucky? Why haven’t you become a Formation Leader?"
"I..." Shen Qingsheng paused, then stiffened his neck, "If the ancestor showed me favor and paved the way for me, becoming Formation Leader wouldn’t be difficult either."
Shen Shouxing took a deep breath.
This son is truly spoiled.
Raised in comfort and arrogance, everything came too easily, so he does not cherish anything.
Having never truly struggled, he looks down on others’ efforts and fails to see their capabilities. .
Shen Shouxing sighed, no longer wanting to say more, he sternly warned, "I don’t care about other matters, but you must not provoke Mo Hua again."
"Father! He..."
"Shut up!"
"Father!" Shen Qingsheng said stubbornly, "We are the Shen Family, hereditary in the Qian Taoist Sect, what is there to fear about the mere Taixu Gate?"
Shen Shouxing reprimanded sternly, "We are the Shen Family, but the Shen Family is not ours. Hereditary in the Qian Taoist Sect, but you are just a disciple of the Qian Taoist Sect."
"Where do you get the audacity to look down on the Taixu Gate, one of the Eight Great Gates? Dare to disrespect their ancestor?"
"Truly... ignorant of heaven and earth!"
Shen Qingsheng, full of disdain, clearly did not listen, secretly resenting:
"That kid from Taixu Gate crossed Young Master Lin. He doesn’t show Young Master Lin respect, so I must teach him a lesson."
Shen Shouxing said, "I placed you by Young Master Lin’s side to use his status to make connections and gradually climb up."
"Young Master Lin is the real young master, don’t think you are the same kind of person."
Shen Qingsheng remained defiant, saying nothing.
Shen Shouxing was tired of speaking more, "I’ve said my piece, you must not offend Mo Hua from the Taixu Gate any further, or I will confine you and suspend your Spirit Stone stipend for three months."
Shen Qingsheng panicked, "Father, I’m your own son! If you won’t help me, why do you side with that little..."
Shen Shouxing’s expression changed, exuding an intimidating aura without anger.
Shen Qingsheng knew his father was truly angry and dared not say more, though still stubborn.
Shen Shouxing sighed, waved his hand, "You may leave."
"Yes..." Shen Qingsheng hastily saluted and retreated.
As Shen Shouxing watched Shen Qingsheng’s figure fade away, he frowned deeply. Once Shen Qingsheng left, he summoned a trusted aide, instructing:
"Keep an eye on him, don’t let him cause trouble."
"Yes, Elder."
The trusted aide departed to carry out the orders.
Standing in the luxurious yet empty study, Shen Shouxing felt overwhelmed by everything but internally empty.
"Struggling to reach this point, not knowing how much was sacrificed, how much humiliation endured, how much was given up..."
"In the end... what was it all for..."
Shen Shouxing murmured with a lonely gaze.
Taixu Gate.
Mo Hua continued cultivating, attending classes, and drawing formations as usual.
In his free time, he wrote to Gu Changhuai to inquire about Fan Jin.
"Master Fan?"
"Yes," Mo Hua replied, "In the Demon Sect crackdown, even if he had no direct achievements, he endured hardship and should have considerable merit. Why does the Taoist Court refuse his transfer request?"