Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 787: This Concubine Is…A Man

"Ah Zu, there are numerous eyes watching you from the shadows. I am unable to intervene at this moment, or I will surely be detected by those old fogeys."

"Exercise extreme caution. You must pull her into the Void Refining Space to meet me; only there can we be shielded from the secrets of heaven!"

A voice, both frigid and crystalline, resonated from within the sword box.

It was the very first time Li Yaozu had heard Sister Fang speak with such intense trepidation.

The Heavenly Palace stood in radiant glory, a landscape of jade pavilions and majestic towers suspended in the clouds. This was Li Yaozu’s debut in such a place of opulence.

Walking beneath these Empyrean Walkways, decorated with intricate carvings and vibrant murals, one felt that any person—regardless of status—was nothing more than a mere blade of grass.

Further ahead, the royal carriage was stationed at the base of the jade stairs, attended by only a few individuals.

Crown Prince Sheng gripped Lin Wan as they backed away, his face contorted into a mask of pure, savage fury.

"Crown Prince Sheng, I will grant you 20 minutes."

Li Yaozu uttered these words softly. He then shut his eyes to meditate right there in the heart of the Heavenly Palace, letting the sharp gusts of the high altitudes strike his frame.

Regarding the imperial grandeur of the Heavenly Palace, he adopted the mindset of "out of sight, out of mind."

He knew that if he dwelled on this suffocating royal prestige, it might actually erode his own momentum.

Li Yaozu remained indifferent to the internal affairs of the Imperial Capital, the murky undercurrents flowing behind the scenes, or the various power struggles at hand.

His only certainty was that while he had been wandering the world with his blade, the hands of the Immortal Zhao Clan had been drenched in the blood of his family's younger generation.

He remembered the Old Ancestor’s decree: the children of the Immortal-Martial lineage had wept tears of blood, and such a blood debt could only be repaid in kind.

...

"Void Refining... How is it possible for the Li family to possess a Void Refining expert?!!"

Crown Prince Sheng was consumed by a frantic panic.

Li Yaozu remained motionless at the Heavenly Palace's edge, eyes closed in rest, yet the Void Refining aura radiating from him was as sharp as a winter frost.

In a burst of terrified malice, the Prince shrieked, "Guards! Come! To me and slay him!"

"Where is the Heaven-Suppressing Department? Summon them to face this Crown Prince immediately!"

"This Crown Prince rules the court in the Father Emperor's stead! Execute my orders! Guards!!!"

The dignified aura Crown Prince Sheng had held during his visit to the Merchant Li manor had completely vanished.

His long hair was now a tangled mess; even his crown of white jade had tumbled to the floor during his outburst.

Looking like a crazed demon with his hair flying, he bellowed in every direction, gesturing wildly with his clothes in total disarray.

Nevertheless, he still kept his body positioned to protect Lin Wan behind him.

His enraged shouts thundered through the air.

Lin Wan, who had been deathly pale and silent for a long time, suddenly covered her face and began to sob uncontrollably.

She crawled toward Crown Prince Sheng, her purple gown torn and messy.

The silk slid from her shoulder, exposing skin as cold as ice and bones like jade—a beauty that could cause the fall of a city.

She gripped Crown Prince Sheng’s leg with desperation.

The Prince’s frame shook violently, causing Lin Wan’s fragile body to tremble alongside him.

It seemed as if the tremors forced out every sob and every ounce of hidden shame buried in her soul, her piercing, agonizing wails filling the Heavenly Palace.

The sound acted like a shard of ice cutting through the atmosphere, causing Crown Prince Sheng to freeze in his tracks.

That coldness snapped the final string of his resolve, draining the color from his skin and leaving his bloodshot eyes vacant.

"Your Highness, this concubine’s name is not Lin Wan. This concubine is Zhao Wan. This concubine is..."

"A man!"

That high-pitched scream brought a dead silence to heaven and earth. High atop the Heavenly Palace, the sound of a falling needle would have been deafening.

The freezing wind whipped against Li Yaozu’s long robes over and over.

Throughout the following twenty minutes, it felt as though thunder was crashing through the Heavenly Palace, harmonizing with Zhao Wan’s ceaseless weeping.

Li Yaozu gave the longsword in his grip a sharp flick.

The sound of metal rang from the sword box, and his intent to kill manifested right on schedule.

With a single slash, fissures appeared in the firmament, and he ascended into the air above them.

Zhao Wan stood up slowly, his vision blurred by tears.

He gazed deeply at Crown Prince Sheng, who appeared to have had his soul extinguished.

Rising onto his tiptoes, he brushed his hand against the Crown Prince’s cheek, a flicker of agony crossing his features.

"Your Highness, every word this concubine whispered to you was the truth."

"This concubine truly desired to retreat to the mountains with you and live out our days together."

"This concubine wanted nothing more than to stay by your side forever."

"This concubine only wished... that I had been born as a woman."

Crown Prince Sheng offered no response.

The sorrow in Zhao Wan’s eyes deepened into a bloody crimson. His silk attire and black gauze fluttered in the wind as his spiritual power erupted.

He turned toward the spatial rift Li Yaozu had created and ascended into the heavens with unwavering determination.

He could feel various Divine Souls from across the Azure Dynasty drawing near, powerful recluses observing from the distance.

However, Zhao Wan had no intention of fleeing.

Only his demise could prevent the Li family and the corrupt nobility of the court from turning their blades toward His Highness.

...

The Void Refining Space was a realm of absolute darkness and bone-chilling cold.

This was the domain of Li Yaozu, saturated with the infinite Rules of Ice.

Within this world of eternal frost, some great horror appeared to be imprisoned.

Li Yaozu stood upon the frozen surface, blade in hand. As he watched Zhao Wan enter the dimension of his own volition, a hint of respect flickered in Li Yaozu’s gaze.

Zhao Wan’s eyes held no trace of hatred either.

Purple silk danced around him as Void Refining spiritual energy began to saturate Li Yaozu’s Void Refining Space.

His Dharma Body was revealed to be a Rouge Skeleton.

Ding-a-ling.

An ancient, simple bell appeared in Zhao Wan’s grasp.

Li Yaozu felt his consciousness flicker for a second, and his look turned serious.

At the Void Refining level, the use of Dharma Treasures became significantly more potent.

Having accumulated power for one hundred and sixty thousand years, Zhao Wan’s capability was truly formidable; the moment he arrived, he had already deployed two Dharma Treasures designed to manipulate the mind.

Inside the frozen realm, fierce fires began to roar. Yet, these intense flames did not target the flesh; they sought to incinerate the soul.

In a heartbeat, Li Yaozu’s expression shifted.

The opponent had also triggered the "Void-Soul Exchanging Dao Technique".

While this Void Refining Space provided him with Rules of Ice and spiritual power, his Divine Soul was significantly lacking.

As Zhao Wan poured out his strength, the world Li Yaozu saw became incredibly distorted.

Whether through his spiritual sense or his physical eyes, the Void Refining Space was now populated by... a provocatively posing Fang Linglong—Sister Fang!

Her words were crude and shameful, her voice dripping with decadence.

Li Yaozu ground his teeth together, nearly losing his mental grip.

"You seductive man, how dare you attempt to deceive me!"

Meanwhile, within the dimension.

Zhao Wan continued to exert his power, ringing the bell incessantly.

His Void Refining Daoist arts had never once failed him.

Noticing that Li Yaozu’s strength was being rapidly overwhelmed by his own, he frowned immediately.

"You have the techniques of Void Refining but lack the soul of a Void Refining expert? And with only that, you presume you can slay me?!!"

Zhao Wan glared with rage and lunged forward.

The long nails on his fingers shimmered with a deadly light as he swung his hand viciously toward Li Yaozu’s chest.

His seductive arts were peerless.

Forget Li Yaozu—a cultivator whose Divine Soul was incomplete—even ancient monsters with thirty thousand years of Dao cultivation could not endure the Seductive Dharma Bones and Void Refining Charm techniques he had perfected over an eon!

"Die!" Zhao Wan gave a raspy shout.

But in that very moment, his face changed. Behind the dazed and still Li Yaozu, black Qi billowed from the sword box.

Inside this frozen Void Refining Space, the aura surged like a lightning bolt into Li Yaozu’s mouth and nose.

That presence caused Zhao Wan to instantly feel a terror that chilled him to the bone.

As a black light sparked in Li Yaozu’s eyes, a torrent of black Qi exploded from his frame, and a crushing wave of spiritual power sent Zhao Wan flying backward!

Li Yaozu spoke, but the voice was that of a woman—frigid, sharp, and filled with fury:

"You think you can take his life with just this? Ah Zu, snap out of it! This charmer may have incredible seduction arts, but his combat techniques are average. I shall protect your mind!"

"You..." Zhao Wan was paralyzed by an unspeakable dread.

"A male body containing a female soul?!! You... what sort of freak are you?!!"

In that set of black eyes, the left one slowly regained its focus, emitting beams of cold light.

"Trickster Flashstrike!"