Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

As Li Yunlin left, Ancestor Lan’s face heavily darkened in the rear mountain. A cool, lonely breeze blew, making the old man seem incredibly desolate.

Years had passed, and whenever anyone from the neighboring old Li family saw him, they gave him a massive eye-roll. Heaven knows what horrible things they said about him behind his back.

Watching Li Yunlin come and go, he had long been utterly thrilled to see such a worthy talent. Few in the world could brilliantly cultivate various Dao methods like him.

He had finally found this perfect fourth-generation successor, but this kid was incredibly blunt and looked down on him the most.

Look, even the old cat from the Skyveil Hall climbed onto Li Yunlin’s shoulder, glanced at him, let out a disdainful snort from its nose, and arrogantly turned its head away.

This was not just deeply looking down on his character, but even looking down on his supreme Dao.

“Back when the Human Emperor founded the nation to brutally resist the Wu Tribe, he gathered many mighty Daoist friends in Azure Cloud Prefecture.

The bizarre treasure formed by gathering profound spiritual entities was the absolute best among Spirit Treasures.

However, after the Wu Tribe was beaten into absolute submission and the immortals behind them were slaughtered, the spiritual entities inside the Skyveil Hall were greedily divided up.”

Ancestor Lan frowned continuously, his ancient eyes deep.

“I didn’t expect that after over a hundred thousand years, the fragile embryo of the Skyveil Hall would actually develop sentience.

I’m afraid even those old fossils in the Heavenly Mountains didn’t anticipate that the discarded scrap they arrogantly left behind would become a supreme treasure, helping the Li Clan’s Yunlin cultivate into such a peerless genius suited to inherit my Dao methods today.”

As his words fell, heavily remembering Li Yunlin’s disdainful look, the old man fiercely stomped his foot. “The kid completely lacks respect for his elders; it makes me furious.”

He then casually waved his hand.

Li Jianning, who was deeply in seclusion in the rear mountain, abruptly froze.

Realizing his master was calling him, even though he was close to the Divinity Transformation realm, Li Jianning still looked like a completely ordinary, kindly middle-aged farmer.

He appeared in front of Ancestor Lan instantly. “Greetings, Master.”

“Jianning, tell me the truth. Everyone in your Li Clan completely looks down on your master. Do you look down on me?” Ancestor Lan blew his beard and glared.

“…”

Li Jianning studied his master for a long time, a struggle visible in his eyes. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Ancestor Lan fell completely silent. He understood immediately; he also looked down on him.

The packed bundle hanging on the branch jingled softly. Ancestor Lan turned his lonely back and waved his hand to dismiss Li Jianning.

With a heavy wave of his hand, everything in the cursed Western Frontier fell directly into his eyes.

The living beings there were entirely numb, the crimson Blood Moon expanding further like a plague.

Under the bloody light, the great, ancient war between humans and the Wu Tribe had ended with both sides standing together.

Min Tiange, standing proudly at the very front, looked up and sneered coldly at him, with a wild, chaotic dance of demons raging behind him.

Looking deeply again at that Blood Moon, he confirmed it was indeed a Dao Seed.

“A seed can sprout into a delicate seedling. The Dao Seed has parasitized Min Tiange for tens of thousands of years and has long since fully grown.”

Through the sickening, bloody membrane, the Blood Moon looked exactly like a pregnant woman’s swollen belly.

Only inside was not an infant, but a plainly elegant woman exuding a terrifyingly sacred aura.

“Breaking the seed to become a true immortal, feeding on mortal obsession, using fresh blood as a womb… This generation’s Human Emperor fell just a bit short.”

Ancestor Lan let out a long, heavy sigh and waved his hand again.

That was the grand Imperial Capital, the Northern Frontier, the Wu Tribe, the Demon Race, the vast sea domains.

It appeared calm and breezy, yet utterly devoid of demonic qi; instead, it was filled with flowing, ethereal immortal qi—a grand scene of the Great Dao about to heavily flourish.

“In this treacherous world, who is truly an enemy, and who is a friend? This old man and the Human Emperor successfully suppressed the Emperor realm, but how could we ever suppress immortals?”