Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1247: Chapter 1241: Dao Against Immortals

Azure Cloud Prefecture.

It remained a prosperous scene. A light drizzle fell from the sky.

The common people of Azure Cloud did not use umbrellas; this was a habit gradually formed over the past few decades.

Strangely enough, if a child in any household caught a minor illness like a cough or a cold, upon hearing where it was raining, they would run overnight to get drenched in the rain, and the illness would be cured.

The people of Azure Cloud said this was the Great Lord of the Blue Sky saving them from misery and suffering.

However, the cultivators of Azure Cloud Prefecture knew better: there was no Great Lord of the Blue Sky; this was a mighty figure breaking through the Great Dao.

It was just that Azure Cloud Prefecture had successively produced two mighty figures.

The most common sights on the streets were blacksmith shops.

They were forging iron arrows, and the baskets beside them were mostly filled with ores that were nearly hollowed out.

These blacksmiths had taken up the trade halfway through their lives; they didn’t care if the arrows they forged were crooked or not, as long as they could be shot out, it was fine.

The Daoist factions of Azure Cloud Prefecture didn’t hide anything at all.

They openly said that in another two hundred years, demons and monsters would arrive, and the Daoists wouldn’t even be able to look after themselves.

When the time came, they couldn’t save everyone, they asked the folks to be understanding and bear with it.

The words were harsh, but the people of Azure Cloud, born of barbarian stock, were honest and pragmatic.

What else could they do? Make arrows.

With two hundred years of aged arrows, plus the ones made by future generations—regardless of whether they hit the target or not—a village and a city believed in strength in numbers.

Only then would they talk about leaving things to fate.

Whether they could save their family’s spiritual herb gardens and descendants was another matter; at least they would have tried and struggled.

The Daoist factions also desperately spent their foundations.

The Southern Sea had prepared spirit boats, arranging for young disciples to be ready to flee at any moment.

The old Li family didn’t interfere. How they fled was each family’s own business.

Those who could abandon their homes could be considered dead to them; let them live in exile outside.

In the end, not many factions could afford to lose that kind of face; leaving a sliver of inheritance was enough.

The inner city of the City of Merit also became bustling, with people from the major factions arriving every day.

They either begged the Alchemist Li Yaoqing to refine pills, asked for a Dharma Treasure, or sought to cultivate inside the old Li family’s foundational Dharma Treasures.

The Li Clan wasn’t hospitable.

The Fire Ancestor told people to get lost, Supreme Elder Yunlin tossed people into the Cliff of Reflection, the alchemy sanctuary demanded money, and the Seven Ironclads cursed up a storm…

But it was useless; the old Li family couldn’t do anything about people with thick skin.

In the past, the Fire Ancestor used to say, ‘I’m going to die tomorrow, can I squeeze into your room?’

Now, it was the people of Azure Cloud saying, ‘I might die tomorrow, can I freeload a bit?’

Now, a group of Daoists had run to the Li Clan.

Dongfang Xuan, Li Kuangren, Li Changsheng, and other Li family members stood on the surface of the lake.

There was a Dao method in the lake, providing a view of Azure Cloud, Westfall, Clearpeak, and Grandhaven.

They discussed battle tactics, strategy, and offense/defense.

It was just that this time, they weren’t facing enemies who knew fear, but rather things they had never seen before—immortals and gods.

The people of Azure Cloud Prefecture no longer called themselves immortal factions, but Daoist factions.

Daoists did not believe in the protection of immortals and gods; they only believed in their own fists.

What they cultivated wasn’t immortality, but the Dao.

In this situation, it could only be considered the Dao against immortals.

“It’s a letter from Clan Elder Tianming.” A wisp of blue smoke drifted over, and Li Qiuming received it.

This kid was the true Patriarch now.

Although he couldn’t speak on major issues, he could ensure the peace and health of the common people in Azure Cloud Prefecture, so that the major factions wouldn’t dare act recklessly in the mortal realm.

“Clan Elder Tianming has encountered a situation in Grandhaven Prefecture.”

Li Qiuming’s expression was solemn as he reported to the many elders and seniors, his words brief:

“He rescued Prefecture Lord Banshu and went to the Banshu family’s secret ground. The Banshu family… has an immortal.”

Hearing this, the crowd fell silent.

The Banshu family had been investigating the Western Frontier all these years; how could they not have asked or cared?

“I took a trip to the Western Frontier two years ago.” Xuanji, the Sect Master of the Black Tortoise Sect, had fought many battles alongside the Li family.

Now over a thousand years old and just one step away from Void Refinement, he was much better at venturing outside than the Li family members and was incredibly bold.

At this moment, a trace of dread appeared on Xuanji’s face.

“Your Li Clan said that beneath the Blood Moon of the Western Frontier, delusive thoughts are born, and Dao Seeds will be planted silently.

Those of us who went have verified this one by one.

The last time we heard about it, as long as one stabilized their Dao heart and disposition, didn’t use spiritual power, and didn’t shed blood, they wouldn’t have any accidents for at least a century.

But now, this force is getting stronger and stronger.”

“I met an old friend who used to roam the martial world with me. I can confirm he has become a different person.

Perhaps that is an immortal. However, the legendary immortals are far too weak. I managed to escape from him, so what kind of thing is that?”

These old Daoist friends of Azure Cloud Prefecture began whispering to each other.

They were gradually adapting to these bizarre occurrences.

The Li family never guessed wildly. For them to say the Blood Moon over the Western Frontier was an immortal was simply too bizarre.

It was far more bizarre than the Peerless Hall preparing for sixty thousand years and using Dao Seeds to spread spies all over the world.

“Whether it is or isn’t, wouldn’t we know if we just caught one and brought it back?” Li Changyao said casually, instantly drawing everyone’s gaze.

It made sense.

Li Kuangren waved his hand. “The most important thing right now is to help Grandhaven Prefecture evacuate, to withdraw to Clearpeak Prefecture.”

“The Peerless Hall’s influence in Grandhaven Prefecture is too deeply infiltrated.

Grandhaven Prefecture is completely powerless to deal with the Western Frontier.

I’m afraid they intend to keep all the cultivators of Grandhaven Prefecture there to provide nourishment for the Blood Moon in the Western Frontier, just like how the Zhao Clan’s Old Ancestor fed on human karmic luck.”

Li Changsheng stared at the surface of the lake with his Human Emperor’s Eyes of Authority, actually locking onto the fleeing Li Tianming and Banshu Qingping.

He grinned, “I saw that thing in the Banshu family; it can’t compare to Zhiheng’s Divine Heart. It’s a good thing the Peerless Hall is looking for it.

Let’s see if there’s a chance to wipe them all out in one fell swoop, so we can pull out a thorn in our side.”

The crowd nodded slightly. Right at this moment, their expressions turned to shock.

“Which Daoist friend is breaking through the Dao?”

Looking outside, they saw that in the cloudy sky of Azure Cloud Prefecture, the white clouds underwent a shocking transformation, morphing into a human figure swinging its fists.

High in the cloudy sky where he was dispensing rain, Sword Venerable Drizzle’s sword pierced the Dao Gate. Washed by the drizzle, the Dao Gate was pushed wider and wider.

At this moment, a flash of astonishment passed through his eyes as he looked toward a mountain.

He saw a little old man performing martial arts at the peak. It could be said that the Great Dao was simplified, yet every punch and kick contained Dao rhythm.

Gathering the essence of hundreds of beasts and the nature of heaven and earth.

“Old Man Martial Emperor?”

Sword Venerable Drizzle was slightly surprised, stunned for a long time.

“Entering the Dao through martial arts, transforming martial arts into Dao methods, and then integrating Dao methods back into martial arts. In this era of great strife, this Daoist friend is truly formidable.”

At the peak of the mountain, the Martial Emperor demonstrated his martial arts.

On the ground, his martial arts generated a wind that blew open the pages of a book—

‘I, Li Yuanwu…’

In the inner city of the City of Merit.

Li Yuanshang was constantly busy, reprimanding the children of the merchant lineage for not understanding accounting.

He was overwhelmed managing the logistics while asking where his descendant, that kid Jianguo, had gone.

Learning that Jianguo was building inside the Grotto-Heaven, he instantly grew irritated.

But the foot he had just kicked out was suddenly pulled back. Feeling a sudden sensation, he hurried to the window.

On the streets, everyone was looking up at the sky in amazement.

Li Yuanshang raised his head, gazing through the white clouds, demonstrating martial arts in the cloudy sky.

He lost himself in thought for a long time, only leaving behind a long sigh—it was hard to tell if it was out of regret or relief.

“My eldest brother spent his entire life believing that his inability to master martial arts was due to the heavens’ injustice, the heavens’ injustice…”

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