Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1145: Chapter 1139: Special Event: Completed

The Martial Emperor had been entirely correct about one thing: the most troublesome monsters of the Li Clan were right here in the Northern Frontier.

Granny Guo was the Qiu Clan’s absolute final trump card.

Without her bizarre abilities to suppress Li Wei, the battlefield had rapidly degenerated into a completely one-sided massacre.

He commanded half-step Body Integration, manipulated spatial rules, and possessed various Earth-grade techniques cultivated to absolute mastery, not to mention heaven-bestowed Spirit Soul techniques.

The remaining trio of the Qiu Clan lacked Granny Guo’s unpredictable rules, let alone anything comparable to the unkillable Domain of Fear wielded by Elder Yuanliang.

With a single thought and a single spear, fueled by his half-step Body Integration Spiritual power, Li Wei was already a practically peerless existence against anyone beneath the true Body Integration realm.

Qiu Xunfa’s “Shadow” rule had previously allowed him to seamlessly shift forms and swap places among any shadows cast upon the ice.

Yet, having already been heavily crippled by the Martial Emperor’s cunning trap, even while cowering directly between Qiu Naihe and Qiu Xundao, he was sent hurtling through the air by a mere thought.

A phantom kick from Li Wei, surging with “Heart-Slaying” Spiritual power, ruthlessly smashed him down onto the frozen surface.

Operating at the peak of the Void Refining realm, Qiu Naihe controlled the deadly “ice flowers.”

In truth, woven deep within the ice and snow rules of these seemingly delicate blooms lay the volatile power of the Five Elements, forming techniques born from a complex aggregation of natural laws.

The instant they were touched, they would detonate within a hyper-condensed area, triggering a localized explosion of rules so rapid the naked eye couldn’t even process it.

It was a method with astonishing lethal potential. Coupled with the array of hidden Dharma Treasures he kept concealed within his body, Qiu Naihe easily ranked as a top-tier threat.

However, when Li Wei’s “Mirror” Void Refining technique descended upon the battlefield, these volatile ice flowers simply passed through the ethereal glass, reflecting their destructive force right back onto Qiu Naihe.

Boom!

As the faintly cracked mirrors enveloped Qiu Naihe, the violent backlash transmitted through the glass left Qiu Xundao—the undisputed strongest of the Qiu Clan trio—staring in absolute horror.

The entire exchange happened in less time than it takes to snap a finger; he didn’t even have a fraction of a second to shout a warning.

His mind was consumed by a single, desperate thought: We are both at half-step Body Integration, so how… how can the Li Clan’s old ancestor be this impossibly heaven-defying?

Right before his widening eyes.

The suffocating black mist swirling around the Li Clan’s old ancestor drifted directly onto his face, carried by an unnatural wind.

Piercing through that abyssal mist, he met the old ancestor’s glaringly dissatisfied gaze.

Instinct took over, instantly prompting Qiu Xundao to summon the immense Spiritual power he so proudly wielded as a Commander of the Asura Army.

He unleashed the ultimate blizzard—the Snow-to-Beast Transformation Art, a technique ruthlessly deduced over ten thousand years of apocalyptic warfare between the Asura Army and the Demon Race.

But it was all too hopelessly late.

The Li Clan’s old ancestor merely raised his hand a fraction, and Qiu Xundao suddenly felt the entire world blur into nothingness.

It was just a casual, singular point of the old ancestor’s finger.

Behind Li Wei, towering phantoms erupted into existence, manifesting the awe-inspiring Gate of the Great Dao.

Across the ancient Yin-Yang Fish carved into the gate, various manifestations of rule-based Spiritual power rapidly took shape, creeping like living vines up the monumental Dao Gate.

And rushing up from behind that very Dao Gate came the undying Seven Ironclads, the Mad Blood Demon Lord, the Martial Emperor, Li Zhiheng, and Fairy Hongxiu.

They charged like rabid wolves, terrified of missing out on the kill by even a single step.

“On what grounds… on what grounds did I ever covet the Li Clan? On what grounds…”

As a boundless, crushing Spiritual power slammed down on him like a descending mountain peak, Qiu Xundao was left with nothing but the bitter taste of regret, instantly followed by an utterly despairing sense of powerlessness.

…….

Half a day later.

[Special Event: Crusade Against the Qiu Clan, Completed.]

[Under the “Ten Deadly Sins” framed by the Northern Frontier’s Qiu Clan, your clan used the corpse of Crown Prince Fei Heng to masterfully shift the blame back onto them.

Leading the unified clansmen of the major Cave Heavens, you successfully crusaded against the Qiu Clan, temporarily averting the Dynasty’s covetous gaze from your rapidly ascending family.]

[Acquired Clan Will: 80,000]

High above the ruins of the Qiu Clan’s immortal mountain, Li Wei floated silently in the cloudy sky, casting his gaze out over the vast expanse of the Northern Frontier.

With a Spirit Soul that had reached the Void Refining realm, his senses wandered the heavens and earth.

He knew perfectly well that all around the mountain today, countless streaks of divine sense had been covertly spying on the slaughter.

Following the complete collapse of the Qiu Clan, some of those divine senses had withdrawn in quiet disappointment, yet others lingered, unwilling to peel their prying eyes away just yet.

“The Northern Frontier, huh?”

Li Wei muttered softly to himself.

The stronger he became, the more tangled and complex he realized the Dynasty’s political landscape truly was.

The Human Race used the overarching Azure Dynasty as a unified foundation to repel the major foreign races, but internally, a fractured system of divided local warlords was rapidly taking shape.

In the Eastern Frontier, Fourth Prince Yu reigned supreme; here in the Northern Frontier, it was Grand Tutor Lin Jiu.

At the core of the Dynasty sat the Human Emperor, Empress Wenren Xianyi, and the major central factions, while out in the fringes, deeply reclusive forces were slowly but surely carving up the prefectures.

As the Human Emperor’s grip weakened, these wolves grew increasingly emboldened.

If Chang’an hadn’t executed such a brilliant political maneuver, seamlessly planting Fei Heng’s corpse onto the Qiu Clan, this massive gathering of Li clansmen would never have been allowed to proceed without heavy outside interference.

They had perfectly exploited the Imperial Family’s desperate need to maintain public face in order to break a deadly deadlock.

It wasn’t necessarily that Grand Tutor Lin Jiu actively wanted to rebel, and Granny Guo hadn’t necessarily been deployed on the Grand Tutor’s direct orders.

Li Wei faintly deduced that the Grand Tutor simply wanted the Northern Frontier to protect his own interests amidst the Dynasty’s shifting tides.

However, that passive stance did nothing to stop his ambitious subordinates from trying to seize power in these troubled times.

The obliterated Qiu Clan down below was the perfect example.

“Old Ancestor!”

The reverent calls from below abruptly pulled Li Wei from his deep thoughts.

He cast his gaze toward the ground, where his blood-soaked clansmen were kneeling in deep bows of respect.

Li Wei offered a slight, approving nod.

His descendants had fought with exceptional, awe-inspiring bravery in this grueling battle.

Li Zhiheng’s monstrous combat prowess naturally went without saying.

Li Wei had actively utilized the boy’s technique, “Heart-Slaying.”

Without the direct pairing of Li Zhiheng’s “Sacred Heart Domain” space, Li Wei could only draw out roughly thirty percent of the technique’s true power.

Yet even heavily diluted, it was more than enough to completely shatter an opponent’s mind by invoking a devastating cascade of negative rules like “Greed.”

He slowly descended toward the ground, where the Seven Ironclads had curiously surrounded Li Tianming, tossing the poor boy around like a shiny new plaything.

Years ago, they had ventured into the Auric Empire to plunder beyond the Dynasty’s borders, successfully securing massive resources for the clan.

Tempered under the ruthless leadership of the Mad Blood Demon Lord, their combat strength had evolved into something genuinely terrifying.

While all of them had shattered the bottleneck to reach the early stage of the Divinity Transformation realm, Yundou had somehow pushed even further, breaking into the mid-stage.

Time had left absolutely no trace on the seven of them.

They still carried that same recklessly unreliable demeanor, mercilessly teasing Li Tianming until the boy’s face was flushed beet-red with absolute fury.

Their rugged bodies were entirely branded with complex demonic patterns—the exact same volatile patterns that adorned the Mad Blood Demon Lord.

However, twisting right alongside those demonic brands was a dense, suffocating aura of Wu qi.

Unquestionably, the most devastating weapons in the arsenal of these seven freaks were the sacred totems of the Wu Tribe.

[Your descendants, the Seven Ironclads, have spent many grueling years in the Auric Empire.

They have successfully and gradually integrated a massive quantity of Wu Tribe corpses, shamanic artifacts, and shamanic bones—systematically scavenged by the clan from the Wu Tribe battlefields—directly into their own flesh.]

[They have perfectly assimilated the ancient Wu Tribe bloodline. If placed directly among the Wu Tribe, their original human identities would be utterly untraceable.]

[Assimilating these sacred shamanic bones exponentially accelerates their cultivation progress and directly grants them the innate, explosive power contained within those bones.]

[Having successfully assimilated 74 shamanic bones and fused his totem directly into his Spirit Soul upon breaking through to the Divinity Transformation realm, your descendant Li Yundou has awakened the trait: Great Strength Elder.]

[Within the Wu Tribe, the Divinity Transformation realm is revered as the Elder stage.

The Spirit Soul fully digests the totem, converting it into a boundless source of power.

Driven by absolute, overwhelming physical strength, the body transforms into the ultimate foundation of a true Wu Tribe Shaman.

Physical might touches the absolute ceiling of the realm, allowing them to shatter myriad Dharmas and sunder the void with pure, unadulterated force.]

[Your descendant Li Yunzhe, having assimilated 58 shamanic bones and broken through to the early-stage Divinity Transformation realm, has awakened the trait: Vast Sky Elder.]

[While airborne, he can seamlessly transform into flocks of birds, drifting white clouds, or intangible mist to establish absolute aerial dominance.

Flight speed increases by 50%, and comprehension speed when cultivating illusion-based realms increases by 20%.]

[Your descendant Li Yunjie, having assimilated 63 shamanic bones and broken through to the early-stage Divinity Transformation realm, has awakened the trait: Great Earth Elder.]

[His Spiritual power draws endlessly from the earth beneath his feet, and his physical body is as indestructible as bedrock.

The vaster his terrestrial domain, the more tyrannical his Spiritual power becomes.

Base defense increases by 50%, and comprehension speed for earth-element shamanic arts increases by 20%.]

[Li Yunzhen… Awakened Trait: Vast Ocean Elder. Base resilience increases by 50%, and comprehension speed for water-element Wu Tribe shamanic arts increases by 20%.]

[Li Yunlie: Jungle Elder. Li Yunzai: Element Elder. Li Yunqian: Soul Elder.]

It would be a fatal mistake to write off these seven brutes as mere simpletons.

During the apocalyptic clash against the three peak experts from the Qiu Clan, they had been blasted into a bloody mist no less than a hundred times.

Yet, when evenly divided among the group, each man had only technically “died” a little over ten times.

Had they been up against just a single Void Refining expert, the combined, overwhelming might of these seven freaks would never have been pushed into such a miserable state.

Frankly, just how many Divinity Transformation monsters like them could possibly exist in this vast world?

Tracing the unique aura of their half-shaman bodies, Li Wei suddenly noticed something deeply bizarre.

Wherever the seven of them stood, a towering phantom materialized in the cloudy sky above. It seamlessly linked their auras, coalescing into a colossal, ethereal totem pillar intricately carved with all seven of their unique tribal marks.

Witnessing this, Li Wei—whose grasp on the world’s hidden truths grew sharper by the day—felt his heart genuinely skip a beat.

“Good heavens… have these brutes genuinely forged themselves into a living totem tribe?”

Every true Wu Tribe settlement was fundamentally anchored around a sacred totem.

Ancient legends dictated that the primordial Wu Tribe fervently worshipped true deities.

When those towering deities perished, only twelve pristine drops of divine blood survived the ages, eventually crystallizing into the original twelve totems.

These totems became their absolute source of power and the very foundation that birthed the Wu Tribe.

The Divine Bird Tribe, for instance, drew their purest bloodline power directly from the apocalyptic ultimate flame of the Nirvana Holy Elder.

[Your descendants, the Seven Ironclads, had once fully succumbed to the demonic path.

By cultivating alongside Li Yaowen for many grueling years, they relied on the stolen providence Li Yaowen plundered from the Wu Tribe to violently suppress their own inner demonic natures.

Consequently, they earned the subtle, overarching protection of the Wu Tribe’s ancestral providence.]

[Over the decades, by directly assimilating Wu Tribe shamanic bones to forge half-shaman physiques and relentlessly bathing in the terrifying blood of the Mad Blood Demon Lord, they became uniquely blessed by the laws of nature.

Through this, they have successfully erected the miraculous thirteenth Wu Tribe totem pillar—the Totem Pillar of the Seven Demonic Shamans.]

[By seamlessly combining strength, sky, earth, ocean, forest, element, and soul into a singular entity, they can forcefully awaken the sleeping power of this thirteenth totem pillar and fuse themselves into the supreme Demon Shaman Body.]

“So, you brutes have been hiding your true strength?”

Li Wei instantly materialized right beside the Seven Ironclads, giving the towering behemoths a genuine jump scare.

By cleverly relying on that ambient Wu qi, these seven lunatics had successfully managed to leash their volatile demonic natures.

They flashed him wide, goofy, utterly naive grins, but Li Wei knew better; behind those smiles, they were easily the most treacherous and mischievous scoundrels in the clan.

However, they hadn’t been home in decades, having just survived an impossibly long and grueling trek back from the Auric Empire.

Deciding to be lenient, Li Wei gave them a brief, stern lecture and left it at that.

Without wasting another breath, he shot up toward the blood-stained summit of the Qiu Clan’s immortal mountain.

Amidst the howling ice and snow, directly beneath the colossal, frozen corpse of the Ice God that Qiu Anran had foolishly transformed into, the Li clan’s descendants were tightly guarding the surviving members of the Qiu lineage.

Scores of clansmen were already efficiently stripping the fallen Qiu cultivators of every hidden treasure and loose Spirit Stone they carried.

The battle-hardened descendants who had just returned from the Auric Empire were absolute masters at looting corpses, so the grisly task had been happily delegated entirely to them.

The core fighters of the Qiu Clan had already been mercilessly and cleanly slaughtered to the last man.

Li Wei hadn’t given them the chance to beg, bargain, or utter a single desperate word.

This was the ruthless Northern Frontier; gifting an enemy even half a second of borrowed life was practically begging for unexpected, fatal variables to arise.

“Old Ancestor.”

Li Xinghuo proudly led the surviving descendants of the Demon Suppression Lineage forward, dropping to one knee in a deep, unified bow of absolute reverence.

“Rise.” Li Wei reached out and personally helped Li Xinghuo to his feet, his usually stern expression softening with genuine warmth.

The young man stood tall, fully decked out in the heavy, blood-stained armor of an Asura Army Commander.

Having survived the endless meat-grinder of the Northern Frontier for years, his eyes held a steely, unshakeable fortitude.

Out of all the clan’s brilliant descendants, Li Wei secretly doted on Li Xinghuo the most.

Unfortunately, because the boy served directly under the Grand Tutor’s watchful eye, neither the safety of the clan’s Void Refining space nor their endless supply of premium medicinal pills could ever safely reach his hands.

Undeterred, he had painstakingly carved out military merits in the frozen north, exchanging blood and sweat for army rewards to stubbornly claw his way up to the Void Refining realm, step by agonizing step.

During today’s apocalyptic battle, Li Xinghuo—having only recently stabilized his Void Refining cultivation—had wisely stayed back on the immortal mountain, focusing purely on utterly slaughtering the enemy’s Divinity Transformation experts.

“Xinghuo, our Li Clan has just exterminated the entire Qiu Clan right here in their own backyard. When the dust settles, you are returning home with us.” Li Wei’s tone brooked no argument, his expression deathly grave.

Knowing Li Xinghuo’s stubborn, fiercely loyal temperament, the boy would undoubtedly want to stay entrenched in the Northern Frontier.

But this time, even if he had to physically tie the kid up and throw him in a sack, Li Wei was absolutely going to drag him back south.

The clan had just gone on an unprecedented, bloody rampage across the North, and the hornets’ nest they had kicked over was going to swarm with far more than just a few angry enemies.

However, Li Wei was completely caught off guard when Li Xinghuo nodded in immediate, unhesitating agreement.

“Old Ancestor, this child already planned to return home this time.

The Demon Suppression Lineage, the Silver Moon Lineage… Every single branch of our family currently stationed in the north must pack up and leave immediately.”

“Hmm?” Li Wei narrowed his eyes sharply, sensing the heavy implication.

He then heard Li Xinghuo lower his voice into a grim, deadly serious whisper:

“This child has very good reason to believe that Foster Father is preparing to rebel.”

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