Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1237: Chapter 1230: Year 920

[Year 920]

Li Yunlin hurried past the Eternal Immortal Sect.

He wore flowing white robes and a white jade hairpin, holding a whisk and a suspended multifaceted cube—the Skyveil Hall. Stepping lightly upon auspicious clouds, he looked exactly like a banished immortal.

Everyone in the Imperial Dynasty felt that if there truly was a reincarnated immortal in this world, it must be the Li Clan’s Li Yunlin.

[Your descendant Li Yunlin, acting on behalf of the family, travels the world. He also assists in generating Dao methods within the Skyveil Hall and seizes spiritual entities.]

[Special Event — Exterminating Demons in the Western Frontier, Slaying Flood Dragons in the Eastern Sea, Executing Monsters in the Northern Frontier]

[You acquired Family Will: 80,000]

[Your descendant Li Yunlin has absorbed spiritual entities over many years, comprehending the profound rules of heaven and earth through the Skyveil Hall. His 23 rules have become 25.]

[The Banshu Clan and Holy King Palace of Grandhaven Prefecture in the Southern Frontier, the Xuanyuan Clan and Zhangsun Clan of Clearpeak Prefecture, the Eternal Immortal Sect of Westfall Prefecture…

Numerous renowned cultivators acted alongside Li Yunlin and gradually witnessed his formidable power.

Void Refinement realm experts and mighty figures across the world recognized Li Yunlin’s extraordinary nature.]

[Acquired Titles: Crown Prince of the Southern Frontier, Immortal Daoist]

He made thousands of Daoist friends, but Li Yunlin was not the slightest bit arrogant.

Only he knew that after sparring with his grandfather, he couldn’t affect his grandfather’s oppressive Blood Sea in the slightest.

If they fought for real, he would eventually be fully refined by the Blood Sea, or become a mindless ghost.

Even his father… one careless misstep and his father would end his life with a single sword strike. However, few in the world ever mentioned his father, which was not surprising.

His father only dealt with experts whose realms did not match his own; peers of the exact same realm were finished in a single, devastating move, without any of the flashy commotion typical of other cultivators.

His father didn’t fight; he only killed.

As for his second aunt, it was even more terrifyingly troublesome. His second aunt wielded god-like methods.

As soon as he arrived at the Eternal Immortal Sect, flattering intentions swarmed him from all directions.

Li Yunlin responded politely but casually, not actually liking this kind of shallow praise.

“They think of me like Banshu Ao. If one truly has heaven-defying ability, why constantly boast of being invincible in the world?”

He could definitely beat Yunbing, but Yunbing no longer showed his face in public.

The crybaby who used to desperately need his protection had recently, secretly schemed against a maternal family of Xinghuo who stubbornly refused to break off an engagement.

The opponent had formidable Void Refinement skills but died utterly silently, their frozen corpse found discarded under the ice.

Amidst his wandering thoughts as he was passing by, his second aunt had refined an ‘Enlightenment Pill’ for him.

A voice transmission drifted out from within the Eternal Immortal Sect: “Little friend, would you care to meet?”

“Ancestor Lan?”

Li Yunlin muttered casually. In the family, besides Jianning, absolutely no one liked Ancestor Lan; everyone simply called him “old geezer.”

This old senior’s erratic actions had violently drawn the Empress’s schemes, completely denying the family peace for years.

Now that the Blood Moon had sickeningly covered more than half of Deston Prefecture, causing the entire Southern Frontier to panic and frantically prepare for war, only the Li Clan knew it was entirely Ancestor Lan’s fault.

Back then, Duskwild Prefecture sent a red undergarment, cruelly mocking Ancestor Lan for being a Pu…

To save face, the old geezer didn’t bother escaping others’ eyes and ears, brazenly exposing all his heaven-defying capabilities.

Exposing himself and causing massive trouble was one thing, but the old geezer was always ready to immediately run away.

“Senior, you are clearly up to no good. I won’t meet you.”

Li Yunlin transmitted back casually and immediately headed home.

He didn’t fear this person who constantly hid his head and tucked his tail. Dislike was simply dislike; he only sought to keep his Dao heart clear and unobstructed.

In the rear mountain of the Immortal Sect.

“…”

As Li Yunlin left, Ancestor Lan’s face heavily darkened in the rear mountain. A cool, lonely breeze blew, making the old man seem incredibly desolate.

Years had passed, and whenever anyone from the neighboring old Li family saw him, they gave him a massive eye-roll. Heaven knows what horrible things they said about him behind his back.

Watching Li Yunlin come and go, he had long been utterly thrilled to see such a worthy talent. Few in the world could brilliantly cultivate various Dao methods like him.

He had finally found this perfect fourth-generation successor, but this kid was incredibly blunt and looked down on him the most.

Look, even the old cat from the Skyveil Hall climbed onto Li Yunlin’s shoulder, glanced at him, let out a disdainful snort from its nose, and arrogantly turned its head away.

This was not just deeply looking down on his character, but even looking down on his supreme Dao.

“Back when the Human Emperor founded the nation to brutally resist the Wu Tribe, he gathered many mighty Daoist friends in Azure Cloud Prefecture.

The bizarre treasure formed by gathering profound spiritual entities was the absolute best among Spirit Treasures.

However, after the Wu Tribe was beaten into absolute submission and the immortals behind them were slaughtered, the spiritual entities inside the Skyveil Hall were greedily divided up.”

Ancestor Lan frowned continuously, his ancient eyes deep.

“I didn’t expect that after over a hundred thousand years, the fragile embryo of the Skyveil Hall would actually develop sentience.

I’m afraid even those old fossils in the Heavenly Mountains didn’t anticipate that the discarded scrap they arrogantly left behind would become a supreme treasure, helping the Li Clan’s Yunlin cultivate into such a peerless genius suited to inherit my Dao methods today.”

As his words fell, heavily remembering Li Yunlin’s disdainful look, the old man fiercely stomped his foot. “The kid completely lacks respect for his elders; it makes me furious.”

He then casually waved his hand.

Li Jianning, who was deeply in seclusion in the rear mountain, abruptly froze.

Realizing his master was calling him, even though he was close to the Divinity Transformation realm, Li Jianning still looked like a completely ordinary, kindly middle-aged farmer.

He appeared in front of Ancestor Lan instantly. “Greetings, Master.”

“Jianning, tell me the truth. Everyone in your Li Clan completely looks down on your master. Do you look down on me?” Ancestor Lan blew his beard and glared.

“…”

Li Jianning studied his master for a long time, a struggle visible in his eyes. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Ancestor Lan fell completely silent. He understood immediately; he also looked down on him.

The packed bundle hanging on the branch jingled softly. Ancestor Lan turned his lonely back and waved his hand to dismiss Li Jianning.

With a heavy wave of his hand, everything in the cursed Western Frontier fell directly into his eyes.

The living beings there were entirely numb, the crimson Blood Moon expanding further like a plague.

Under the bloody light, the great, ancient war between humans and the Wu Tribe had ended with both sides standing together.

Min Tiange, standing proudly at the very front, looked up and sneered coldly at him, with a wild, chaotic dance of demons raging behind him.

Looking deeply again at that Blood Moon, he confirmed it was indeed a Dao Seed.

“A seed can sprout into a delicate seedling. The Dao Seed has parasitized Min Tiange for tens of thousands of years and has long since fully grown.”

Through the sickening, bloody membrane, the Blood Moon looked exactly like a pregnant woman’s swollen belly.

Only inside was not an infant, but a plainly elegant woman exuding a terrifyingly sacred aura.

“Breaking the seed to become a true immortal, feeding on mortal obsession, using fresh blood as a womb… This generation’s Human Emperor fell just a bit short.”

Ancestor Lan let out a long, heavy sigh and waved his hand again.

That was the grand Imperial Capital, the Northern Frontier, the Wu Tribe, the Demon Race, the vast sea domains.

It appeared calm and breezy, yet utterly devoid of demonic qi; instead, it was filled with flowing, ethereal immortal qi—a grand scene of the Great Dao about to heavily flourish.

“In this treacherous world, who is truly an enemy, and who is a friend? This old man and the Human Emperor successfully suppressed the Emperor realm, but how could we ever suppress immortals?”