Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1233: Chapter 1227: We Simply Cannot Afford To Lose

Li Wei gradually woke from his deep slumber, and the very first thing he saw was Li Yaoqing vigorously fanning the roaring flames, diligently refining pills.

Glancing at the system panel in his mind: The Blood Moon will completely devour the Western Frontier in three hundred years; Ancestor Lan is the third-generation Dao Ancestor.

Seeing these world-shaking secrets laid bare left him utterly dumbfounded. If Yaoqing hadn’t been standing right there, and if he didn’t fiercely want to preserve his majestic image as the unfathomable Old Ancestor, he would have definitely cursed aloud,

“You son of a bitch Ancestor Lan, you purposefully lured the devils right to our doorstep, and now you fucking want to cut and run?”

Speaking of which, the younger generation’s profound fondness for colorful cursing was most likely an inescapable inheritance from his own bloodline genes.

“Whoosh, whoosh…”

Hm?

Someone was gently fanning him. Li Wei froze for a moment and glanced to his side.

It was the family’s retainer, Miss Dongfang Xuan, delicately fanning him with a palm leaf to drive away the scorching summer heat.

The rhythmic, tranquil sound of insects chirping echoed softly in his ears.

Li Wei, shrouded entirely in an imposing aura of black mist, stared at Dongfang Xuan for a long time—staring so intensely that the young lady bashfully lowered her head in deep embarrassment.

“Thank you, Miss.”

Li Wei’s internal thoughts were incredibly chaotic. The apocalyptic Blood Moon was coming in three hundred years, and the realm was infested with wildly ambitious people like the Empress.

His fitful sleep had been plagued with dreams of Min Youguo.

It wasn’t that the scheming old geezer physically couldn’t leave the Northern Frontier. However, Li Wei also perfectly understood the man’s fatal weakness: the old fox only had this one son.

Li Wei could easily suggest that Min Youguo slaughter his own son for the greater good, but Min Youguo probably couldn’t ever bring himself to commit the deed.

If the father couldn’t do it, no one else in the world dared to assassinate the son, leaving all the mighty factions to adopt a cowardly ‘none of my business’ attitude.

So, what was to be done?

“Slaying enemies and eradicating evil… the true method to defeat the coming calamity lies securely in the hands of everyone within our Li Clan.” Li Wei slowly lowered his head.

He had personally ventured to the Western Frontier; at least for now, he could only rely on hit-and-run tactics to tease and harass the entity.

The limited strength of a single person could not possibly determine the fate of everything.

Having firmly grasped this realization, Li Wei didn’t pay much more attention to the blushing Dongfang Xuan beside him, and instead strode over to Li Yaoqing’s side.

Roasting inside the glowing furnace was a dense clump of primordial spiritual liquid, which was gradually separating into three perfectly round pills.

Three peerless pills in a single furnace, and they were heaven-defying pills that could artificially increase a cultivator’s base by over five hundred years!

Even the lofty Human Emperor would have to shamelessly flatter Yaoqing for a taste of this batch.

It seemed Yaoqing had indeed distributed the looted items to the younger generation; she hadn’t kept the Golden Chapter on her person either.

“Old Ancestor, you’re finally awake!” Li Yaoqing rejoiced.

As she happily waved to the Old Ancestor, she noticed the usually taciturn Miss Dongfang Xuan staring blankly in a flustered daze under the shade of the tree, and Yaoqing’s expression instantly turned incredibly peculiar.

She had heard rumors that in Dongfang Xuan’s private calligraphy and painting shop, there were still heavily guarded paintings of the Old Ancestor fiercely chiseling away at the grand array formation outside Third Prince Qian’s estate—over a hundred obsessively detailed copies of them, in fact… hehe.

The Old Ancestor was an incredibly capable man; whatever happened between them was perfectly normal, right?

But then again, the Old Ancestor was an unfathomable existence who far surpassed the realms of immortals and gods; why would he suddenly find her some new Ancestral Grandmother? There was a gap of far too many mortal generations for that to make sense.

Brushing aside her gossipy thoughts, Li Yaoqing proudly introduced the medicinal pills simmering inside the furnace to the Old Ancestor.

With every heaven-defying variant she introduced, Li Wei’s eyes lit up brighter and brighter, filling him with a profound, unshakeable sense that the family truly had hope and the clansmen possessed the strength to survive.

“Your child is now preparing to refine a batch of medicinal pills specifically designed to drastically increase Dao comprehension; there are three unique types in total.”

“Now that we possess this vast ocean of spiritual liquid, our core family members and loyal retainers will still take many years to completely consume and absorb it all.

Given three hundred years of peace, we can reliably produce at least ten more Void Refinement experts. When that time comes, the Blood Moon festering in the Western Frontier will be absolutely nothing to worry about.”

Li Wei nodded repeatedly in agreement. He knew in his heart that Yaoqing deliberately avoided saying anything negative to comfort him, and he similarly didn’t want to needlessly add to his clansmen’s heavy burdens by voicing his true fears.

“Eldest Brother is currently following his Master’s strict teachings, walking the mortal world to temper his heart and comprehend the Great Dao.

His Master is incredibly formidable; I even heard her boast that she used to casually beat up true immortals and gods for sport. When he finally returns, Eldest Brother might have already stepped into the Dao realm.”

“Yunlin has truly made our lineage proud. A few days ago, he officially sparred with Third Brother. Even Third Brother’s oppressive Great Dao of Heavenly Fire couldn’t do a single thing to him.

The younger children are currently learning fire methods within Third Brother’s personal Dao Field; their progress is incredibly formidable.”

“Yunbing simply said to give him some time. He is far more wicked and cunning than Eldest Brother; he definitely has his own insidious schemes brewing in the dark.”

“Father is currently pouring all his focus into cultivating Tianqi. He loudly proclaimed that he wants to retrieve every single array formation art in the entire world just for Tianqi to study.

He insists that even if Tianqi ultimately fails to achieve the Dao, his grand formations will still be more than enough to perfectly shelter our Azure Cloud Prefecture.”

“There is also Kuanghua; her battle prowess is already far more formidable than mine.”

“…”

“Your child is tirelessly refining these pills to forcefully increase the younger children’s baseline comprehension.

With our Li family’s impossibly profound foundation, there will definitely be a surefire way to produce another almighty Body Integration expert before the calamity strikes.”

“Mhm, mhm.”

A short distance away, Dongfang Xuan stood quietly beneath the shade of the tree, looking gently toward the roaring pill furnace.

In front of the blazing pill furnace, the Li Clan’s revered Old Ancestor, completely shrouded in an abyss of surging black mist, nodded along repeatedly, simply listening to Li Yaoqing—who looked exactly like an innocent little girl as she diligently fanned the furnace—happily chatter away about mundane things.

Dongfang Xuan, despite her status, fully knew about the impending terror of the Blood Moon.

She knew that beneath the crimson light of the Blood Moon, powerful cultivators were driven completely mad by bizarre, immortal-like methods; the Western Frontier had practically become a fully demonized wasteland, a horrific, bloody purgatory only read about in ancient texts.

Absolutely no one in the world dared to voluntarily touch that cursed domain.

The prestigious Zhangsun Clan of Clearpeak Prefecture and the Xuanyuan Clan were already actively preparing to flee the continent.

Naturally, even lowly retainers like herself were kept awake at night, deeply burdened by worry.

But seeing the remarkably warm, innocent interaction between this terrifying grandfather and his brilliant granddaughter, Dongfang Xuan found herself smiling gently.

“How could we possibly lose? With a family like this, we simply cannot afford to lose.”

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