Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 778: Time To Get To Work

Immortal Master Qi Yue forced a sycophantic grin onto his face as he turned to Li Changyao. "Miss Changyao, this humble one has traveled here to discuss the situation involving your family's junior at my sect's Spirit Mountain.

Alas, when disciples clash over the Heaven and Earth Spirit Spring on Spirit Mountain... accidents are simply an inevitable part of the competition among the younger generation.

My Ethereal Immortal Sect merely provided the venue; we did not take part in the struggle ourselves. At most, we are only guilty of a slight lapse in supervision..."

"Oh." A flicker of frigid light crossed Li Changyao's eyes.

Continuing to nibble on her pastry, she remarked with an air of indifference, "I see. The gist of it is that your Ethereal Immortal Sect bears no responsibility for this incident.

If the elders of our Li family fail to protect our own children, we surely cannot place the blame on your Ethereal Immortal Sect. That is the logic you are presenting, is it not?"

The sheer gentleness of her tone caused Immortal Master Qi Yue’s heart to skip a beat in fear.

"Miss Changyao, that is certainly not what this humble one meant. I..."

"I am all too familiar with these messy schemes of yours."

Still clutching her pastry, Li Changyao rose slowly to her feet and paced toward the exit.

Immortal Master Qi Yue trailed behind her, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

Li Changyao spoke tonelessly, "For years, the Ethereal Immortal Sect has been playing both sides, dancing between our Li family and the Zhao Clan.

You are desperate not to offend either party, yet when the chips are down, you still gravitate toward the Zhao Clan.

Survival is difficult for everyone lately, and for your Ethereal Immortal Sect, situated right next to the Zhao Clan, I understand it is even harder."

Though Li Changyao had finally adopted a reasonable tone, Immortal Master Qi Yue’s face turned even paler. "No... Miss Changyao, why are you reaching for that bow?"

Twang!

Li Changyao plucked the bowstring to test its tension. Ignoring Immortal Master Qi Yue’s inquiry, she produced an iron arrow covered in intricate seal scripts, which pulsed with the power of a supreme-grade spirit artifact.

She continued to speak as if ruminating to herself, "However, there is a detail I find confusing.

Your Spirit Mountain is restricted to cultivators below the Golden Core stage. If that is the case, how did several Golden Core cultivators from the Zhao family suddenly appear inside?

Tell me, which bastard was responsible for letting the Zhao family's Golden Cores through the gates?"

"Miss Changyao, I..."

Pure terror flooded Immortal Master Qi Yue’s eyes, but he found himself paralyzed, the words dying in his throat.

He suddenly recalled the handful of traitors who had been summarily executed just before his departure.

No wonder—it was no wonder the Supreme Elder had insisted on intervening to mediate between the two great families!

"Miss Changyao, this humble one truly had no knowledge of this!

It must have been some dogs within the sect who took bribes from the Zhao family to smuggle those Golden Core cultivators in for the Heaven and Earth Spirit Spring!"

Immortal Master Qi Yue was now soaked in perspiration.

That unmistakable Divinity Transformation aura—the same overwhelming pressure that had once reduced him to the nickname "Little Yueyue"—erupted from Li Changyao’s frame.

As her Dharma Body manifested, infused with freezing qi, frost began to crawl across the Li family’s main hall, and a soul-chilling cold climbed from his feet to the crown of his head.

"Since you seem sincere, I will grant you one opportunity. Flee from my Merit City.

You had better possess the talent to escape; otherwise, I will not leave the Ethereal Immortal Sect even a shred of hope to continue its lineage."

Finishing her sentence, Li Changyao bit down on the pastry with her thin lips, notched the arrow, drew the bow to its limit, and ignited her spiritual power!

"Miss Changyao, Changyao..."

Murderous intent—a boundless, suffocating killing intent—mingled with the frozen gale in the hall, piercing through to his marrow.

Li Changyao was not bluffing; the eyes of this woman were filled with genuine slaughter!

She was truly livid. A woman of her stature would not hesitate to wipe out both the Ethereal Immortal Sect and the Immortal Zhao Clan.

Run!

"Old Daoist Puci, I'll curse your ancestors for eight generations!"

Immortal Master Qi Yue’s enraged scream tore through the heavens above Merit City.

Unleashing every secret technique he had ever mastered, he burned his spiritual power and fled at a desperate speed toward the city limits.

Swish—

At the shrill whistle of a soaring arrow, every cultivator within Merit City looked toward the sky with a frown.

The spiritual energy trailing the arrow crystallized into a massive pillar of ice that seemed to pierce the firmament.

High above, a pained shriek echoed, followed by blood raining down along the frozen spire.

At that moment, the commoners working the fields of Merit City all halted their labors.

Among the laborers, Prince Feiheng, his features hidden beneath a wide bamboo hat, wiped sweat from his brow.

His eyes narrowed as he whispered, "The Li family has been provoked."

Deep within the Inner City of Merit City.

The Wine Maniac was indulging in a tavern. His wine gourd remained tilted toward the sky, but the liquid began to spill past his lips.

He blinked, then, with a delayed reaction, scrambled to catch the wasted wine and licked his palm clean.

Only then did he mutter a curse, "Confound it, it's time to work again. Old Zhuo, more wine!"

Behind the bar, Zhuo Linlin frowned and gave a dismissive wave.

Gu Yinming, dressed in a waiter's uniform, brought the bottle over with a look of pure annoyance.

"You old beggar, your tab for this wine has been running for far too long."

"Heh, do you think I'm unable to pay?"

The Wine Maniac glared at him, gesturing toward the prominent ice pillar visible outside.

"The members of the Old Li family have struck out from within their own walls. That signifies that the external trouble has reached a boiling point. The time to earn a fortune has arrived."

"You're nothing but an opportunistic old vulture," Gu Yinming muttered, rolling his eyes.

After his quiet insult, he walked back to the counter and addressed Zhuo Linlin, "Boss, only the Immortal Zhao Clan could drive the Old Li family to such a rage."

"Mm."

Zhuo Linlin tugged his hood lower to mask his face. "Stop the chatter. I'm looking for some peace."

"I..." Gu Yinming’s jaw tightened.

He had intended to discuss whether they should flee or stay, but the Boss refused to entertain a single word.

Gritting his teeth, he retreated to the rear kitchen, where he found the Old Man aggressively slicing vegetables.

Since taking up residence in this kitchen, the Old Man’s temperament had become increasingly volatile.

The moment Gu Yinming appeared, the old man swung a kick at him.

"Get out, get out! This kitchen is off-limits; do not pollute this place with your corpse qi!"

Exiting the kitchen with a defeated look, Gu Yinming found himself in front of Dongfang Xuan’s art shop.

In the middle of the bustling street, Dongfang Xuan remained as poised as ever. Yet, standing there, Gu Yinming found himself unable to speak.

Miss Dongfang Xuan was currently painting a scene of the busy market. The scroll captured the essence of Merit City.

It displayed the fields brimming with spirit seedlings and medicinal herbs, resembling a hidden paradise; it reflected the lively warmth of the mortal world, a rarity in such turbulent times; and it depicted the honest, simple folk living in quiet harmony.

Gu Yinming let out a long sigh as he turned back toward the restaurant.

"I fear that if we ever depart from Merit City, there will be no peace left to find. Where else could a sanctuary like this exist?"