Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 780: The Wounded Lion

At the boundary of Azure Cloud Prefecture, a gathering of monks sat cross-legged upon the earth. The air was filled with the unending vibration of Sanskrit chants as they recited the Buddha's name.

This peculiar sight left the local citizens of the border cities in a state of confusion, as they struggled to understand the meaning behind the scriptures being intoned by the monks.

Nangong Qingya was traveling toward Perennis Immortal City at that moment.

Observing Master Yuming seated ahead in meditation and chanting, she frowned and descended to the ground before him.

"Master, instead of fasting and offering worship at your Great Ming King Temple, what brings you here today?"

"Amitabha." The elderly monk opened his eyes slowly.

"A tragic death has claimed my disciple. Since this poor monk’s aging body is unable to confront the Zhao Clan directly, I can only employ the True Sound of Buddhism to reach the Buddha and summon the Buddha's wrath."

"Hmph!"

Nangong Qingya let out a frustrated laugh. "Do as you wish, Master."

Leaving him behind, she resumed her journey toward Perennis Immortal City.

As she reached the Li Residence within the city, a chilling breeze swept through the streets.

The estate was draped in banners of white silk.

"I wonder how Heng’er is holding up," Nangong Qingya whispered with a sigh.

Every parent desires a life without sorrow for their offspring. Even though Heng’er was now a century old, married, and surrounded by his own children and grandchildren, he remained a young boy in her heart. This sentiment had remained unchanged for nearly a hundred years.

Heng’er had been a practitioner of Cultivation since his youth, possessing a heart as clear as crystal, and his lineage had always been secure.

However, this disaster had now fallen upon them. Because of the ties of blood, no pain could surpass the grief currently felt by Li Zhiheng’s branch of the family.

Lost in her thoughts, she reached Li Zhiheng's Daoist field. Nangong Qingya hesitated at the entrance for a long time, fighting back her tears as she observed the scene inside.

The sixteen members of the Immortal-Martial lineage were assembled in the Daoist field, all clad in mourning clothes.

A lotus platform stood at the center, where a green lotus served as a shroud for the body of the young Qiukong.

Beside each person, the spirit tablets of the clan hovered in mid-air, radiating a soft golden glow.

Next to the lotus platform was a purification vase, with the immortal qi of spiritual liquid rising from it in curls.

If she recognized it correctly, this was the Heaven and Earth Spirit Spring retrieved from Spirit Mountain.

"Qingya." A powerful, deep voice echoed in her ear.

Nangong Qingya looked up, her eyes clouded by tears.

Descending from the clouds were Li Yunlin and Fairy Hongxiu, who usually spent their time in seclusion at the Perennis Immortal Palace.

They looked briefly at the Immortal-Martial relatives in the Daoist field before signaling Nangong Qingya to remain quiet.

Nangong Qingya gave a small nod and rose into the air silently.

With a complex expression, Li Yunlin sighed.

"Every generation must walk its own path and fulfill its own obligations.

Zhiheng is no longer a child, and his offspring are not helpless infants.

You and Xinnian should allow the wounded lion the space to lick its own wounds."

Nangong Qingya cast her gaze downward toward Li Zhiheng, who stood before the younger ones.

It felt as though she was seeing her son standing truly tall for the first time; the clumsy, simple-minded man he acted like around Xinnian was gone.

"He is right," Fairy Hongxiu added. "As Elders, our primary duty is to provide protection."

...

The lotus platform began to drift upward.

Li Zhiheng gripped the Purification Vase that Li Qiukong had brought back.

The vessel felt freezing to the touch, yet he could sense a burning heat pulsing from within.

His mind was no longer the mess of chaos it had been two days ago when he first laid eyes on his child’s remains.

He felt a sense of irony that the death of his child had initially reduced him to such a state of panicked helplessness.

Turning back to face the children, he held the Purification Vase aloft.

"This Heaven and Earth Spirit Spring was recovered from Qiukong’s storage ring. In his final moments, Qiukong preserved the spiritual essence of this spring. He had hidden the ring within his hair."

"Yuanwu."

At the sound of his father’s voice, Li Yuanwu—who had spent years fighting beasts in the Broadlake Region Mountain—felt the veins on his forehead bulge.

With bloodshot eyes, he took the Purification Vase from his father with a tight grip, then turned toward the pale young man standing next to him.

This was Li Jianshu, the father of Li Qiukong.

"Jianshu, the Old Ancestor informed me that Qiukong sent a final message before he passed. Ultimately, Qiukong did not fail us, nor did he bring any shame to the Li family."

"Father..."

Tears poured down Li Jianshu’s face—he mourned the tragedy of a parent outliving his child while weeping over his own lack of power.

Li Yuanwu’s calloused hand gripped Li Jianshu’s face, his fingers pressing firmly into the back of his son’s head.

His palm was soaked by his eldest son’s tears, and his face twisted into a fierce mask.

"Don't you dare act like a weakling in front of me! Qiukong brought honor to the Li family, so you, as his father, had better make us proud as well!"

"You have reached the peak of Foundation Establishment and possess a Double Spirit Root—your potential is great.

Utilize the Heaven and Earth Spirit Spring that Qiukong left for us, and follow me to seek vengeance!"

Li Jianshu wiped his face and grasped the Purification Vase. Though it felt warm, it carried a heavy burden.

"Yes, Father!"

As Li Jianshu stood tall and released a roar of fury, the sixteen members of the Immortal-Martial lineage watched with fierce intensity as the lotus platform finally closed over Li Qiukong’s body.

Li Zhiheng was shaking with emotion.

His great-grandson was gone, yet the three individuals from the Zhao Clan’s Xianhe branch remained unpunished and at peace.

That arrogant Zhao Jingmiao had the nerve to send a single supreme-grade spirit artifact as compensation.

In the eyes of the Zhao Clan, his great-grandson’s life was worth nothing more than a mere tool!

[Immortal-Martial Lineage: Because of the intense hatred stemming from a kinsman's death, their devotion to the Martial Dao has intensified.

They now understand deeply that without power, they cannot personally slay their enemies to avenge their family.

Acquired Lineage Trait: Immortal-Martial Dao Heart.]

[Cultivation speed for techniques and Cultivation methods has increased by 20%.]

[Your descendant, Li Jianshu, has received the "Heaven and Earth Spirit Spring" from his son, Li Qiukong.

Driven by the grief of losing a child and his father's motivation, he has gained the trait: Raging Ambition.]

[Cultivation speed has increased by 10%.]

Within the Ancestor Space.

Li Wei observed everything occurring within the Immortal-Martial lineage.

The spirits of the clansmen arrived in the Ancestor Space like falling stars.

Li Wei remained stone-faced, his voice sounding like a low growl of fury from the depths of the underworld.

"The Immortal Zhao Clan desires a war? Then we shall give them one."

"Crush them!"