Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 732: Senior Zhuo Linlin, Skynet’s Number One

In the sky, not far from the place where space trembled, three figures floated... hmm, two figures.

Li Yaozu, dressed in simple white robes and carrying his sword box on his back, stood upon his flying sword.

The spiritual power fluctuations constantly rippling out from the space caused his long hair to flutter wildly. With his hands tucked into his sleeves, he expressionlessly sensed the great battle between the two Void Refining cultivators.

”Senior Zhuo Linlin.”

Li Yaozu asked the man in the black robe and bamboo hat beside him, ”Who do you think will win this battle, and who will lose?”

The man called Zhuo Linlin had a slender figure; the youthful face beneath his hood was handsome, yet not without a touch of gloom. Was this not Skynetʼs Number One?

It was just that at this moment, when Zhuo Linlin heard Li Yaozu call him by his real name, his expression appeared somewhat ugly.

”Damn it! I never should have gotten drunk back then and told the Li family my real name!”

He cursed silently in his heart.

Zhuo Linlin suppressed his shame and vexation, saying in a grave voice,

”The woman has the upper hand. That old cultivator must be trying to protect Su Chen; heʼs already using eighty percent of his strength.

The woman, on the other hand, doesnʼt seem to intend to fight to the death.

At this realm, if one truly goes all out, unless itʼs an absolute, crushing victory, the outcome of life or death is hard to predict.”

Hearing this, Li Yaozu raised an eyebrow. ”Senior is the true expert of the Void Refining realm. In that one battle back then, you drove Ming Daozi to his death.”

Zhuo Linlin sighed. ”You jest. Back then, Ming Daoziʼs Dao Heart was damaged; he only had twenty percent of his spiritual power left, and he only knew how to cultivate the Dao, not how to fight others.

I just took advantage of the situation. If he were truly at his peak, I fear I would have had to flee for my life in less than half an hour.”

Li Yaozu just smiled.

A voice transmission from the sword box entered his ear, ”Ah Zu, Skynet people will be Skynet people. Half of their nonsense canʼt be trusted.”

”And the other half?”

”The other half is just rubbish.”

There was another person here: Li Wei.

He, too, was sensing the battle within. Those at the Void Refining realm generally fight by tearing open space.

Itʼs not that Divinity Transformation cultivators canʼt interfere; they just have to use their spiritual power to break open the battlefield the others created and charge right in.

Of course, theyʼre free to try, if they arenʼt afraid of dying.

”Zhuo Linlin, ah,” Li Wei said, shooting a glance at Zhuo Linlin while continuing to sense the battle in the space.

”No wonder you, the bamboo-hat man, never dared to say your name.”

Once, Li Yaoqing refined some good wine again, and these cultivators got roaring drunk.

This bamboo-hat man revealed his deepest secret. Mhm... his name is Zhuo Linlin.

Twenty thousand years ago, when his family had him, they hoped to raise a baby girl, but unexpectedly, a baby boy was born.

His mother still didnʼt give up and placed this name upon his head. Itʼs said that after more than ten years, he couldnʼt even tell if he was male or female...

No longer laughing at Zhuo Linlin internally, Li Wei watched the great battle between the Void Refining cultivators along with the two others, hoping to see if he could gain some comprehension.

This battle lasted for a full hour.

Boom!

Suddenly, Li Yaozu abruptly retreated backward on his sword.

The space trembled violently, and a black shadow came retreating toward the group, accompanied by a lotus leaf!

”Hmph!”

Zhuo Linlin let out a cold snort. A black orb materialized behind him, blocking the tiny lotus leaf that seemed to contain infinite power, and he caught the black shadow.

”Old ghost of Bright Spirit Valley,” he said, ”I invited you many times, but you always remained in seclusion. I didnʼt expect weʼd actually have the chance to meet today.”

In Zhuo Linlinʼs hand, he held a small old man.

This old man was as short as a child, though his wide, tattered purple robes made him look utterly wretched after being knocked out of the space.

His aged face was covered in white hair; his eyebrows and two upper-lip whiskers drooped down, and his goatee reached his chest.

Grabbed by the back of his collar by Zhuo Linlin, he dangled in the wind like a captured rat.

”Senior Martial Emperor.” Li Yaozu bowed respectfully to the old man.

Thirty thousand years ago, in Eternal Sun Prefecture, besides Azure Mist Mountain, there was also a Martial Saint Pavilion.

Unfortunately, the Martial Saint Pavilion stirred up some unknown trouble; they went out on one excursion and subsequently fell into decline.

The Martial Emperor went into seclusion, and the Martial Saint Pavilion vanished into the long river of history.

This Martial Emperor was also the Eternal Sun Prefectureʼs other Void Refining cultivator, aside from Baimei.

The Li family had invited the Martial Emperor to come out of seclusion many times, but this was the first time Li Yaozu had actually seen this old senior.

”Son of a bitch! Youʼve all been watching from the sidelines for a long time, havenʼt you?”

”Weʼre all from Eternal Sun Prefecture, and you just watch me get my ass beat?!!”

The Martial Emperor was clearly enraged from the beating. He struggled and broke free from Zhuo Linlinʼs grasp, glaring furiously ahead.

”Little girl, my friends are here now! Donʼt you dare run!”

Following the Martial Emperorʼs furious roar, a cold and detached figure stepped out of that space. This woman was treading upon a lotus platform.

The Martial Emperor was just about to continue the fight.

But his expression suddenly changed. He twisted his head around, only to see Zhuo Linlin and Li Yaozu standing together, both retreating backward.

Li Yaozu was looking left and right, wearing an expression as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

From within the sword box, Fang Linglongʼs voice transmission came,

”Ah Zu, we invited him out of seclusion so many times, and he ignored us. Now is the perfect time for a backstab. Quick, tell Zhuo Linlin to make a move!”

The corner of Li Yaozuʼs mouth twitched, and he continued to look left and right.

Zhuo Linlin went even further, cupping his fists toward the female cultivator.

”Your Excellency, please continue. Iʼm really not familiar with this old scoundrel.”

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