“So it’s settled,” Wenren Wan smiled lightly, “You search the Shangguan Family, and I’ll have someone go back to the Wenren Family to look for a few pairs too. We should find some good ones, then present them as our thanks and send them altogether to Mo Hua.”
“Hmm,” Shangguan Yi agreed.
After that, the family of three enjoyed a harmonious atmosphere.
The entourage from the Shangguan Family, with their luxurious carriages and respectable ceremonies, majestically left Qingzhou City and traveled all the way to the Shangguan Family’s mansion at the boundary of the Fifth Grade of Qian State.
In front of the grand doors of the Shangguan Family, people lined up to welcome them.
Shang Che went first, followed by a group of Elders.
Shangguan Yi and Wenren Wan, holding hands with Yu Er on either side, alighted from the carriage and walked into the Shangguan Family’s prestigious and luxurious mansion.
Shang Che looked calm, his eyes unnoticeably swept through the crowd, glancing at Shangguan Yi and Wenren Wan, and also looked at Yu Er, somewhat absent-minded.
Yu Er…
Shang Guanyu.
A dashing gentleman, as outstanding as fine jade.
This name, painstakingly chosen by Shang Che himself, contained his hopes and expectations.
But this name was chosen before Yu Er was born, before the old ancestors of the Heavenly Observatory divined his inevitable fate of an early death.
Shang Che looked at Yu Er again.
This was his grandson.
He didn’t know whether he would be the only grandson he would ever have in this lifetime…
Bitterness filled Shang Che’s heart.
On the other side, Yu Er seemed to have said something to his mother, his little face filled with joy and contentment.
Shang Che watched, his heart filled with indescribable emotions.
“Destined to die young, a life chart with certain death…”
Shang Che sighed softly, a pang of pain in his heart.
But he was a man of deep slyness; his joy and anger never showed on his face, and he still wore an aura of dignified authority, expressionless.
…
Upon entering the Shangguan Family’s residence, Shang Che returned to his study.
His study was luxurious and elegant, with a Compass placed in the center as well.
“If one cannot understand the Heavenly Mechanism, cannot see through causality, even with a high cultivation realm, one can only be reduced to a plaything for others.”
The older he got, the more he experienced, the stronger his cultivation became, the higher levels he reached, the deeper Shang Che felt about this saying.
Regrettably, the art of the Heavenly Mechanism had long been in decline.
Shang Che went to great lengths, but only managed to grasp the mere surface of the Heavenly Mechanism Skill’s inheritance.
The Heavenly Mechanism Skill was an extremely profound art of Tao Cultivation. It could not be achieved overnight. It needed to be approached from the surface to the depth, from the shallow to the deep, gradually comprehended bit by bit.
Shang Che understood this.
He didn’t strive to master it, but to have a little knowledge was enough.
But whether it was because of his excessive self-interest, no matter how he learned it, he could not comprehend it, and whatever he saw was shrouded in fog.
As if his eyes were covered by something.
What he saw was merely the superficial appearance of his personal selfish desires and not the essence of Heavenly Mechanism Causality.
Nevertheless, one must always be brave enough to try.
Shang Che decided to start with something simpler, for example…
The child called “Mo Hua.”
This thought had already occurred to him during his time at the Gu Family.
The name “Mo Hua” was not new to him.
He had long been aware of the situation with Yu Er.
But this time at the Gu Family, he saw Mo Hua for the first time, and at the same time, he had an indescribable subtle feeling.
The child seemed naive, yet he was astute and thoughtful.
He seemed simple, yet he had the depth of heart.
Although his outward appearance and temperament were completely different, Shang Che always felt that this child bore some resemblance to Gu Shouyan, the Gu Family Master whom he had dealt with all his life.
Both had a certain quirky steadfastness in their actions.
What’s even stranger was, this child named Mo Hua, apparently just a Loose Cultivator with an ordinary appearance, managed to gain the favor of Elder Ancestor Xun of the Taixu Gate?
Shang Che couldn’t fathom.
He wanted to calculate.
Heaven Void was not his to divinate, Feather Transformation was beyond his reach, Golden Core was strenuous to calculate, but a little cultivator at the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment, a simple calculation shouldn’t be an issue.