Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1126: Chapter 1120: Philosopher Of The Cultivation World

Heavy snow blanketed the Northern Border.

The Qiu Clan was born in the Northern Border.

Having multiplied for tens of thousands of years, they naturally possessed their own methods of survival to provide for their tribe.

Over these tens of thousands of years, their bloodline had long since spread across the world; their clansmen numbered far more than millions.

Some no longer even knew of their Qiu Clan identity.

Those actually utilized by the Qiu Clan numbered only a little over a hundred thousand.

Among them were farmers, and it was already considered good if cultivators made up thirty percent.

At this time, within a mountain city, a Qiu clansman served as the City Lord.

The City Lord, Qiu Siwei, who was at the Golden Core realm, was currently looking joyfully at the returning hunters of the city.

In this snowy, mountainous land, fishing and hunting had also become a way of survival.

It was just that today, the number of commoners returning from hunting in the city was much higher than usual.

Qiu Siwei only felt joy.

“Things are getting better. The Northern Border is a harsh land.

Today, our clansmen have gone to the main branch; they will head to the Northern Border City and Silver Moon City, marching straight for the Southern Border.

The family sent word that if this matter succeeds, our Qiu lineage can break free from the Northern Border and head to the lands of the Southern Border.

We will seize the Li Clan’s destiny, and from then on, suffer from the bitter wind and snow no more.”

Amidst his thoughts, he saw two of the hunters walking straight toward him.

There were two old men.

One lacked any aura of cultivation, while the other was at the Foundation Establishment realm and looked to be on his last legs. However, these two men were heavily built.

Such sturdy old men… why haven’t I seen them before?

Qiu Siwei felt a sense of vigilance rise in his heart. As the two drew closer, he hastily asked, “What business do you have?”

The two old men wore brand-new animal hide garments.

The Foundation Establishment elder, who was nearing the end of his lifespan, exhaled a breath of cold air and slowly took off his hat, revealing a face full of wrinkles.

A trace of coldness flashed through his murky eyes. “City Lord, Qiu Siwei?”

“What is your business?” Qiu Siwei’s heart grew even more uneasy.

“Apologies.”

As the old man’s hoarse voice faded, this frail body with numbered days unexpectedly erupted like a ferocious beast of the mountains.

His energy gathered within his body as he formed his hand into a blade, thrusting straight for the throat!

“You…”

Qiu Siwei’s eyes widened.

He had never seen such a Foundation Establishment cultivator before.

This person was a body cultivator; although he looked withered and old, the moment he made a move, it was as if a hundred beasts were housed within his body, gathering the profound essence of the martial dao.

Qiu Siwei’s Golden Core Spiritual power transformed into frost and snow. His Dharmic Avatar, a Snow Sparrow, manifested behind him, stirring up a blizzard and crying out.

Yet, this kind of oppressive might didn’t cause the old man to retreat even half a step; instead, the hand blade drew ever closer to his throat.

Just as he was about to unleash his Spiritual power, the other old man beside him—who seemingly had no Spiritual power at all—suddenly erupted.

Multiple Dantians appeared within his meridians, surging with boundless, multicolored Spiritual power.

A Five Elements Eight Trigrams array formed before him, shooting out a hundred streaks of Spiritual power that bound Qiu Siwei’s Snow Sparrow Dharmic Avatar.

The hand blade slit his throat, and blood gurgled out from his neck.

Qiu Siwei only felt various types of Spiritual power eroding his divine soul.

He wanted to ask these two men why they were killing him, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

He could only watch as the hunters who had entered the city today threw off their animal hides one by one, shedding their disguises, and charged into the City Lord’s Manor with shouts of slaughter.

Qiu Siwei’s face was filled with bewilderment as he fell to the ground unwillingly, allowing the snowflakes to cover his face.

He hadn’t gone to the Southern Border yet; he hadn’t led his clansmen to break free from the lands of the Northern Border…

Two figures stepped over his corpse.

“Cough, cough!”

Li Jianning hastily supported the violently coughing Li Yuanwu, whose body was tottering.

“Father, you shouldn’t fight anymore. Just leave everything to this child.”

Li Yuanwu pushed Li Jianning away.

Beside them, their clansmen surged past, and the sounds of slaughter echoed from within the City Lord’s Manor.

Li Yuanwu squatted beside Qiu Siwei’s corpse and slowly closed Qiu Siwei’s eyes for him.

His aged voice sounded out, “Do you still remember the Zhao Clan?”

“This child remembers.” Although he didn’t know why his father was bringing this up, Li Jianning still replied respectfully.

“Shu’er’s child, Qiukong, lost his life at the hands of the Zhao Clan.

Back then, our lineage only sought to avenge Qiukong. But now I understand that whether it is you, me, or Qiukong, we are all exactly like him.”

Li Yuanwu stared at Qiu Siwei.

“The struggle for clan destiny concerns everyone.

With the slightest carelessness, it isn’t just about you or me losing our lives; bringing disaster upon the entire clan is the true catastrophe.”

“Life and death are all driven by the continuation of our bloodline. Today, I no longer resent the Zhao Clan.”

“Leave no one from the Qiu Clan alive. Go do it.”

Li Yuanwu’s words were deeply engraved in Li Jianning’s heart.

He hurriedly responded, “Yes, Dad.”

[Your descendant Li Yuanwu has cultivated the martial dao for many years.

As he ages, the deeper his research into imitating the hundred beasts becomes, the more he understands the underlying principles.

After the battle with the Northern Border Qiu Clan, he has acquired the Trait: Philosopher of the Cultivation World.]

[Comprehension of the ultimate principles of heaven and earth is increased by 10%, which can be applied to the martial dao.]

Similar scenes were playing out all across the Northern Border.

Wherever the Qiu Clan primarily resided, the figures of the Li Clan members could be seen.

They blended into the heavy snow and, taking advantage of the emptiness within the Qiu Clan’s defenses, suddenly launched their attacks.

There was no one who could resist them. It seemed that the Qiu Clan’s sphere of influence was completely transparent to the Li Clan members.

Within a certain city, dark clouds gathered densely, and thunder roared.

It was a land of wind and snow, yet a rare thunderstorm had occurred.

At this moment, Li Jianshu floated in the cloudy sky.

Facing three Nascent Soul realm cultivators from three major factions who had suddenly appeared in the city, Li Clan members stood atop the city’s buildings amidst the bizarre weather of mixed rain and snow.

These three Nascent Soul cultivators glared angrily at Li Jianshu.

The city had originally been peaceful, but suddenly many people had charged out, using techniques that fundamentally didn’t belong to the Northern Border.

These people were brimming with murderous intent and unparalleled excitement.

One of them shouted sternly, “Who are you? Do you think the Northern Border is a place where you can act so recklessly?”

This was merely putting up a strong front while being weak on the inside.

He didn’t dare to use his Dharmic Avatar in the slightest, much less attack Li Jianshu.

With thunder rolling in the cloudy sky, he had no idea what kind of cultivation method this person practiced, but his lightning arts were indistinguishable from Heavenly Tribulation!

Li Jianshu ignored him, merely glancing at the Qiu Clan’s Nascent Soul cultivator among them.

Having grown accustomed to killing evildoers in the Azure Cloud Prefecture, he clearly knew that talking nonsense was useless.

The other party would naturally understand the situation afterward.

Once you beat people into submission, they would have to hold in whatever anger they had.

If they truly refused to submit, then they could simply settle it with their skills.

Spreading his hands, lightning arcs crawled all over his body, and the thunder in his palms grew increasingly concentrated.

His resonant voice echoed from within the thunderclouds, causing the Qiu Clan members’ expressions to change drastically.

The Qiu clansmen in the city fled in terror in all directions.

“Kill the Qiu Clan! If anyone obstructs us, kill without pardon!”

“Yes!”

The Li Clan youths charged fiercely.

Amidst the thunderstorm, Li Jianshu turned into a streak of lightning, pursuing the Qiu Clan Nascent Soul cultivator who had instantly fled.

The opponent was truly quick-witted, fleeing without a moment’s hesitation.

The other two Nascent Soul cultivators exchanged a terrified glance, not daring to interfere.

When facing Li Jianshu at the same realm, who would dare to resist?

The Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation consisted of nine layers of heavenly lightning.

Had they not been struck enough by lightning during their nine-deaths-and-one-life breakthrough?

“The Li Clan… It’s the Azure Cloud Li Clan!” A Nascent Soul cultivator gritted his teeth.

He knew a little about the matters between the Qiu Clan and the Li Clan, but he never expected the Li Clan to send such a formidable expert without a word of warning.

In Li Jianshu’s eyes, where was there any room for philosophy.

Ever since Li Qiukong’s fall years ago, Li Jianshu had nothing left in his heart but cultivation, and he possessed his own standard of righteousness and evil.

The enemies of his family were ‘evil’; it was simply a matter of life and death.

…

“Elder, the grand array has been broken!”

“We don’t know where the enemies came from! At the foot of the mountain, halfway up the mountain, and even from underground… the Snow Mountain Grand Array has been broken!”

“It’s the Li Clan! We caught a Li Clan Foundation Establishment cultivator.

After all four of his limbs were severed, he didn’t say a word; he just kept smiling at me.

He’s like a ghost! I took his waist token, no… It’s their Li Clan’s Ancestral Spirit Tablet!”

“We can’t send any messages! Their Primordial Red Leaves have blocked our communications, and all the Snow Sparrows we sent out were shot down.”

“…”

On the Qiu Clan Immortal Mountain stood the Qiu Clan’s Great Hall, which served as the core of their Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land.

At this moment, rocks and accumulated snow could be seen tumbling down the entire Qiu Clan Immortal Mountain.

Countless bursts of Spiritual power bombarded the massive mountain.

The grand array formations were continuously shattered, and Qiu clansmen could be seen resisting from all directions on the mountain.

Outside the Qiu Clan Immortal Mountain, numerous cultivators were either riding flying swords, traveling on auspicious clouds, riding powerful demonic beasts, or standing atop spirit boats and spirit shuttles, each displaying their divine abilities.

Inside the Great Hall, Qiu clansmen hurried back and forth in terror.

The Azure Cloud Li Clan had attacked at the perfect time.

Just a day after the family’s experts had left, the Li Clan attacked without hesitation.

Outside the hall, the only ones left behind to guard the family were a mere three Divinity Transformation realm cultivators.

Among them was Qiu Anran, a man dressed in scholarly robes with a handsome and elegant appearance.

Qiu Anran’s aptitude was extraordinary.

Aside from the Qiu Clan’s ‘Snow Spirit’ bloodline, he had also luckily obtained the ‘Snow Qilin’ bloodline by chance.

He was the most highly anticipated genius the family had seen in thousands of years, and the family had poured immense resources into him.

Qiu Anran had never disappointed his clansmen.

He had been to the Demon Race battlefield, and whenever a Demon Emperor caused havoc in the Northern Border, they would inevitably leave their demon core in his hands.

Before Anran enters the Void Refining realm, who else in the Northern Border dares to claim the title of Heaven’s Chosen? This was the Qiu Clan’s evaluation of Qiu Anran.

Yet today, Qiu Anran displayed none of the demeanor of a Heaven’s Chosen.

He merely stared numbly at the continuously bombarded family arrays.

The clansmen beside him called out to him repeatedly, but he seemed deaf to their voices.

“Where did this disaster come from? Where did this disaster come from?”

Qiu Anran’s pale, thin lips trembled.

He, too, could feel the mournful cries transmitting through his bloodline.

All of this seemed to have happened in an instant, but he was certain that all the various branches of their Qiu Clan had met the exact same fate as the Qiu Clan Immortal Mountain.

And right now, with the family’s internal defenses empty, the situation in other places would only be even worse than on the Immortal Mountain.

He didn’t know where these powerful experts had come from, or even… after years of secluded cultivation, he had only just learned about the friction between his family and the Li Clan.

The disaster of clan extermination had arrived without any warning.

The calls of his clansmen pierced his eardrums more and more loudly, forcing him to stiffly raise his head and look toward the cloudy sky.

Li clansmen stood atop the various demonic beasts raised by the Demon Suppression Li Clan.

The leaders at the forefront:

One of them acted like a street thug, pointing at the Immortal Mountain and cursing endlessly.

The Li Clan’s infamous playboy, Li Xinri.

Another had a complexion as pale as snow, sinister and ruthless eyes, slightly raised lips, and wore black clothes.

Li Xinjue of the Silver Moon Lineage.

There was a woman wearing a red leather robe and holding a long whip. She looked pure and beautiful, yet mostly arrogant and unruly, lifting her swan-like neck to look down disdainfully at the Qiu Clan Immortal Mountain.

The unruly woman of the Li Clan, Li Zhijing.

Another was a fatty, built like a wild boar, draped in gold and jade, stuffing handfuls of pills into his mouth.

Among all these Li clansmen, only one person suddenly gave Qiu Anran a profound sense of crisis.

This person sat obediently on a demonic beast, blinking his eyes and staring fearfully at the Immortal Mountain.

Then, seemingly sensing Qiu Anran’s gaze, he quickly lowered his head and began counting a stack of talismans in his hands.

He clearly looked so harmless to humans and animals alike, yet Qiu Anran could clearly sense that a great terror was hidden within this person’s body.

He could change into another face at any moment, and there would be absolutely no path to survival under this person’s hands.

The clansmen continuously asked Qiu Anran what they should do, urging him to meet the battle.

Qiu Anran trembled all over.

The sky had fallen.

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