Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 791: Charge in

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the clouds rolled and the winds surged, the rhythmic thunder of war drums echoed across the sky. A massive formation of spirit arks was deployed along the borders of the Duravia Trade Prefecture. Upon these vessels, legions of cultivators stood ready, their figures clad in heavy military armor and helmets as they prepared for the coming conflict. These spirit arks were spaced dozens of miles apart, forming a strategic perimeter that nearly encircled the entire prefecture. This wide formation ensured they could maintain communication and provide swift reinforcements, or at the very least, keep a vigilant eye on any enemy movement. The most formidable of these spirit arks, carrying the vanguard of elite soldiers, cut through the air toward the heart of the Duravia Trade Prefecture.

Two soldiers worked together to wind a massive, rune-inscribed crossbow, loading the heavy war spiritual artifact with practiced precision. To settle their nerves before the bloodshed began, they engaged in the typical banter found on any battlefield.

"You're from the Northern Border, right? I've heard the Demon Clan there is absolutely savage, and your General is quite the legend."

"Hmph, I've managed to walk away from twenty-seven battles. Go ahead and ask around; not many can survive that long under my Commander's leadership. Your 'Blood-Red Armor General' is the one to watch, though; her reputation for total victory is world-renowned."

"Brother, don't go thinking our wins come easy. Once you step onto the battlefields of Duskwild Prefecture, you're looking at a literal sea of humanity. A single skirmish can involve tens of thousands of people; it gets so chaotic you can't distinguish an ally from a foe. Then some expert detonates a technique—boom—and people just vanish into thin air."

"Is it... truly that horrific?"

The two shared a brief, knowing smile as they turned their gaze toward the Immortal Domain of the Duravia Trade Prefecture.

"I'll say this much, the view here is spectacular. The twenty thousand brothers who marched here are in for a treat; this long journey was worth it just for the scenery."

"We've brought thirty thousand veterans from the Duskwild trenches. We're just waiting for that command arrow to fly. I want to see who is foolish enough to challenge the War Goddess of the Duskwild battlefield."

Standing at the stern of the spirit ark, Li Tianyue was a striking figure in her blood-red armor. Though she had officially entered the Duravia Trade Prefecture, she could still feel the lingering chill of the winds from Azure Cloud Prefecture. Her life had been defined by the Duskwild battlefields, where she had spent decades, even centuries, at a time.

"Xinghuo, Wandong, have the affairs at your Northern Border home been settled?"

Li Tianyue’s voice was soft, prompting Li Xinghuo and Zishu Wandong—both fully armored—to nod in unison.

Li Xinghuo answered, "Reporting to High Ancestor Tianyue, I have already sent the concubines and the less capable juniors to the Grand Tutor's estate. Even if the Zhao Clan possesses some reach outside, they won't be able to touch the younger generation."

The couple’s admiration for Li Tianyue deepened as they spoke. Although Li Xinghuo was the Commander of the Asura Army and a household name in the Northern Border, he was under no illusions. He knew that if his Asura Army faced Li Tianyue’s grand host on the Duskwild battlefields, they likely wouldn't even manage to land a single blow. While Li Tianyue’s public fame had been eclipsed by Li Xinghuo’s in recent years, he knew she functioned as a true Commander-in-Chief. Even during her Nascent Soul stage, she had been a constant presence at the side of the legendary Old General Dongfang Lianwu. The fact that the Azure Dynasty’s lines in Duskwild have held against Prince Yu for so long is largely credited to Li Tianyue’s strategic genius. Now, the campaign against the Zhao Clan in the Duravia Trade Prefecture was entirely under her command.

"Good," Li Tianyue replied, her expression remaining stoic.

Returning to her family's ancestral lands stirred a quiet emotion within her. During her long years of warfare in Duskwild, the family had flourished into its current powerhouse state. This was the dream her own generation had chased but failed to grasp. Now, under the guidance of Li Xinnian, the clan had achieved unprecedented scale. Her primary concern remained the safety of those who would carry the family name forward.

"Since the preparations are complete, let us cast aside all hesitation and strike."

Following her words, the trio moved into the spirit ark's cabin. On a central table, a spirit stone vibrated constantly, broadcasting the urgent reports of the Li clan’s intelligence network.

"Unusual activity detected within the Immortal Zhao Clan; they have likely caught wind of the situation in the Imperial Capital."

"Across the twelve regions of the Duravia Trade Prefecture, the six primary Regional Cities are mobilizing for war. Their top experts have already been summoned to the Immortal Domain."

"The Zhao Clan possesses fifty-three Divinity Transformation cultivators. However, since the Martial Emperor reached the Duravia Trade Prefecture, nearly half of them have disappeared. I suspect they are moving toward our Azure Cloud Prefecture or other Li clan territories."

"The Zhao Clan has activated their grand formations. The Immortal Domain is now protected by Killing Formations, Illusion Formations, and Trapping Formations—all of which are Rank 4!"

"..."

Li Tianyue remained unruffled. Her years of commanding massive armies in the Grand Duskwild Prefecture had exposed her to every conceivable scale of warfare. She looked toward Li Xinghuo and spoke with cold clarity, "The Zhao Clan has braced their defenses and moved their Divinity Transformation experts, yet their Void Refining cultivators are missing from the board. I believe they intend to send a detachment to cause chaos in Azure Cloud Prefecture. If they can set our home on fire, they expect our reinforcements to retreat. As long as their regional formations hold, they can coordinate a counter-siege against our clan."

Li Xinghuo frowned as he studied the tactical sand table on the desk. "Could this be a trap? This troop deployment seems full of obvious weaknesses."

"You are forgetting one thing: they have no experience in real war," Li Tianyue said, her face a mask of indifference. "They try to mimic my Li clan in every aspect, yet they fail to achieve anything of substance."

She turned away from the sand table and walked back to the prow of the ship. Feeling the fierce wind whip against her skin as she looked out over the Duravia Trade Prefecture, she remarked, "It is no wonder the Old Ancestor gave the order to crush them. Inform Xinnian."

"Commence the charge!"

In the distance, the younger members of the Northern Border Li family had also arrived. Over the years, Li Xinghuo had sired many children through his concubines, though his eldest son, Li Xinri, was nothing more than a famous, wasteful playboy. Among the entire Northern Border branch, only one girl had truly distinguished herself: Li Zhijing.

The young girl was currently perched on the back of her grandfather’s Nine-Headed Ghost Lion. The beast seemed irritated by its passenger, but it didn't dare cross the granddaughter its master adored, settling for a series of protesting snorts.

"What are you huffing about? Hmph! If you weren't Grandpa's mount, I'd have you turned into a stew for my dad!"

Li Zhijing was far from the picture of a refined lady. She wrinkled her nose and looked toward Li Tianyue’s rigid silhouette with eyes full of longing.

"Is that an ancestor from the Main Family? She’s incredible; even Grandpa acts so humble around her. I heard the clan has many elders just like her."

She turned her gaze toward the distant Immortal Domain.

"The Zhao Clan must be a massive deal, maybe even as strong as the Grand Commander of Northguard City. Hehe, once I earn some military merit, I’ll be able to take Daddy to meet the Old Ancestor."