Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 775: The Wrath Of The Buddha

[Year 650]

[Special Event: The Zhao Clan's Unusual Movements]

[Intelligence has reached your family: Supported by the reigning Crown Prince, the Immortal Zhao Clan has begun launching Zhao Clan storefronts across the globe.

The Zhao clansmen are serving Crown Prince Sheng by mimicking the development strategy of the Li family.

As they began to disregard the Azure Cloud Li Clan, friction increasingly broke out between the two factions.

Within the Perennis Li Branch Family, a member of the 'Qiu' generation named Li Qiukong fought with Zhao Clan disciples at the Ethereal Immortal Sect's trial grounds.]

[Exhausting his entire arsenal of myriad techniques, Li Qiukong perished alongside several Zhao Clan disciples inside the secret realm.]

[The 'Void-Soul Exchanging Dao Mystic Spirit Method' is currently being refined by your descendants.]

On this day, the Perennis Immortal City played host to a gathering of the Perennis Li Clan.

Having spent many years in secluded cultivation away from the world's distractions, Li Zhiheng was now approaching his hundredth year, as was Sun Sixiu, his wife.

The pair sat cross-legged atop an Eight Trigrams formation, clad in Daoist robes, their expressions heavy with grief.

In Perennis Immortal City, Li Zhiheng’s branch primarily established marital ties with the noble Immortal Clans of the Duravia Trade Prefecture.

While Li Yuanshang had traveled to the Imperial Capital to build his legacy and Li Yuanling had wed into the Feng family, the family line remained active at home through others.

In this specific lineage, only Li Yuanwu stayed behind to care for his parents between his martial bouts, ensuring the continuation of the bloodline.

Li Yuanwu proved his capability by marrying into a Nascent Soul family, fathering sixteen descendants in total.

Because Li Zhiheng was preoccupied with his own Cultivation, Li Yuanwu and his offspring adopted a philosophy where martial prowess was the ultimate priority, focusing heavily on individual combat strength.

Whenever the yearly family resources were handed out, their only requests were for new techniques and cultivation methods.

This led the prominent aristocratic houses of the Duravia Trade Prefecture to dub them the "Immortal-Martial Li Branch Family."

The "Immortal" title was a nod to Li Zhiheng’s singular focus on the Dao, while the "Martial" referred to Li Yuanwu's path.

"Father, Qiukong was a follower of the Buddhist Dharma and a disciple of the Great Ming King Temple.

He was never one to instigate conflict, let alone commit murder. I refuse to believe the Zhao family’s claims that Qiukong was the aggressor!"

Li Yuanwu looked every bit the warrior with his sharp, rugged features as he squeezed his fists until they turned white.

"Kong'er was merely fifty years old and had already reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage; his potential was limitless.

Even if he were arrogant or lacked worldly experience, he wouldn't be so foolish as to intentionally provoke a Golden Core stage member of the Zhao family."

Within the Daoist field, the atmosphere was somber.

All of Li Zhiheng’s descendants were on their knees before him, weeping openly.

Li Zhiheng’s gaze drifted past the crowd to a blood-soaked white shroud.

The sight caused his eyes to turn bloodshot, and he fell into a long, heavy silence. Under that cloth lay his great-grandson, Li Qiukong.

Shortly after, the rhythmic sound of Buddhist chanting echoed from outside the Daoist field as monks from the Great Ming King Temple arrived.

"Amitabha."

An elderly monk pulled back the stained cloth for a brief moment before silently covering the body once more.

At that moment, the members of the Immortal-Martial Li family stood up. Master Yuming let out a long, weary sigh as he felt the overwhelming hatred radiating from the Li family members.

"The Immortal Zhao Clan has crossed the line with my Buddhist sect; they have pushed my Great Ming King Temple too far. Even this poor monk... finds it difficult to maintain the purity of his six senses."

"Master Yuming." Li Zhiheng spoke through gritted teeth.

His Dao Heart had remained steadfast through many years of cultivation, but the death of his great-grandson at the hands of an enemy had left him shaken and his mind in turmoil.

He had never known such a heavy weight of anxiety.

For years, the family had steered clear of the Immortal Zhao Clan. Would the death of his great-grandson provoke the clan elders and bring ruin upon them all?

Given the mysterious power of the Zhao Clan, he wondered if he should suppress the news or inform his father.

How would he manage the funeral? What words could possibly comfort the other children?

The only thing clear to him was the burning rage in his chest, tempting him to abandon his decades of peaceful cultivation and storm out of the Daoist field.

He wanted to hunt down the Immortal Zhao Clan.

To slaughter them until nothing remained of their house.

His thoughts were a whirlwind. Li Zhiheng opened his mouth to speak to Master Yuming, but the words failed him.

Finally, his body and Divine Soul began to shudder, and he found himself standing before Master Yuming, clutching the monk’s shoulders with a desperate grip.

"Master, this boy... he never even got the chance to meet his ancestors. He always spoke of wanting to meet the elders from the legends."

"Master, you are an expert in the Buddhist Dharma. When he reaches the Underworld and stands before the King of Hell, will he be reunited with the ancestors of our Li clan?"

"No, wait... Master, Qiukong should have ascended to the Pure Land of Amitabha Buddha. Is it possible for the Buddha... to send him back?"

Master Yuming offered no reply.

After a long pause, his own heart still unsettled, Master Yuming stepped onto a cloud and drifted away from Perennis Immortal City.

He vividly recalled the humiliation of the beating he took from Li Dalong years ago during Tian Xing's time; he had lost all dignity that day.

Later, when their goals aligned, he had used the Li family’s power to trap Prince Qian, finally ending the feud between the temple and the family.

In the present era, the Great Ming King Temple flourished, spreading the Buddhist Dharma under the Li family’s aegis.

However, it was only when Li Qiukong from the Immortal-Martial Li branch became his pupil that he truly began to understand the family.

The Immortal-Martial Li branch was known for producing fierce warriors.

Though Li Qiukong’s natural talent was average, his work ethic was relentless.

Initially, Master Yuming had been reluctant when the Li family asked him to mentor the boy. But over time, he grew fond of the youth and eventually shared deep discussions on the Dharma with him.

The world is full of strange turns—moving from a hostile connection to a benevolent one—and now, Master Yuming’s six senses were flooded with nothing but fury and resentment.

"What could your master possibly know of the Buddha? Had I truly attained a Buddha's heart, I never would have taken you as a disciple."

Master Yuming shut his eyes, his breathing heavy. Li Zhiheng’s desperate questions continued to ring in his ears.

"As for the Underworld or the Pure Land of Amitabha Buddha, this poor monk has no answers. I only know one thing..."

Suddenly, Master Yuming’s eyes snapped open.

His Abbot’s staff appeared in his hand. As he rose into the air above the Great Ming King Temple, the metal rings on the staff rattled with a sharp, rhythmic clanging.

The temple bells began to toll—a sound that was usually peaceful, but now carried a violent, crashing energy like a stormy sea!

Panic spread among the tens of thousands of monks within the temple grounds.

The last time the bells had sounded with such intensity was when the Azure Cloud Prefecture—then known as Eternal Sun Prefecture—acted under the Human Emperor's command to restore order.

The Abbot's voice boomed across the sky.

"Issue the Abbot's command: All monks of the Azure Cloud Prefecture are to head to the Duravia border and recite the Buddhist sutras!"

"Order the monks and disciples within the Duravia Trade Prefecture to chant the sutras throughout the Immortal Domain!"

"This poor monk intends for the entire world to witness the Buddha's wrath!"