Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

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Following the complete collapse of the Qiu Clan, some of those divine senses had withdrawn in quiet disappointment, yet others lingered, unwilling to peel their prying eyes away just yet.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