Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 793: The Ding Family

The estate of the Ding family was far from lacking in magnificence.

It was a place filled with elegant pavilions, towering structures, winding streams, and vibrant, lush forests.

The grounds were so expansive that even with tens of thousands of inhabitants, one would still require directions to navigate between the north, south, east, and west wings.

High above in the cloud-veiled sky, Li Changyao descended like a bolt toward the Ding family's protective spiritual formation. Her actions mirrored the legendary feat of the Li family’s Old Ancestor, who had shattered the array at Prince Qian's Mansion in years past.

However, the grand formation protecting the Ding family consisted only of several Rank 5 arrays, and it lacked a sufficient number of cultivators to maintain its integrity.

In a heartbeat, the earth trembled as the grand formation buckled under the pressure.

The dazzling light produced by the surging sky-wide spiritual power, combined with a deafening roar, left the members of the Ding clan as frantic as ants on a scorching pan.

Had it not been for the long-standing history between the Ding and Sun families, they might not have even recognized their assailants.

"How can this be happening? How did they manage to get here so fast?!!"

Ding Yuanxiao’s eyes widened with such intensity they seemed ready to burst.

He stood frozen as he sensed enemies closing in from every direction.

Taking advantage of the microscopic fractures Li Changyao had just blasted into the defensive grand formation, several members of the Sun family had already breached the perimeter. They were now slaughtering their way through his very own clan grounds!

"Impossible! This simply cannot be!" Ding Yuanxiao suddenly soared into the air.

With a frigid expression, he seized one of the three Divinity Transformation elders of the Ding family by the collar, his features contorted into a murderous snarl.

"You useless old man! During this sixty-year cycle, it was your responsibility to use your Primordial Spirit to monitor the 500-mile radius surrounding our family.

Within our clan, spies are stationed every 5 miles to maintain contact with every family and sect in the prefecture. All these clansmen were under your direct command."

"Explain to me how Li Changyao and the Sun family bypassed such a flawless net to arrive at the Ding family estate without making a single sound?!!"

The Ding family elder had been preparing to fly out and reinforce the breach in the array. Being grabbed so disrespectfully by Ding Yuanxiao only served to ignite his own temper.

"Are you suspecting me? You, Ding Yuanxiao, are the Family Head!

You are the one who dragged us, your kin, into these treacherous waters and brought about this catastrophe!

In the face of a formidable enemy and an uncertain future, instead of questioning how the Li family possesses such phantom-like, untraceable techniques, you choose to doubt your own flesh and blood?!!"

"I..."

The elder’s thunderous rebuke struck Ding Yuanxiao’s soul directly, leaving him speechless as if a bone were lodged in his throat.

With a final cold huff and a glare directed at Ding Yuanxiao, the elder flew off to join the battle.

...

"Sigh."

Watching his own people pour into the Ding family estate through the cracks in the shattered formation—even infiltrating the Ding family’s Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Land—Sun Haotian let out a heavy sigh.

Years ago, he and Ding Yuanxiao had stood side-by-side to oppose the Three Great Immortal Sects of the Duravia Trade Prefecture and Prince Qian.

Yet today, fate had forced them into a lethal confrontation.

"Brother Sun, I am aware of your friendship with Ding Yuanxiao. If you find your hand wavering later, I will be the one to end him."

The diminutive figure standing next to Sun Haotian was Daoist Shanchen, a guest retainer of the Li family.

At this moment, his expression radiated absolute confidence.

Ever since the conflict with Tian Xing, he had been focused on his Cultivation within the city of the Azure Cloud Region and along the Wu Clan border.

The life of a guest retainer was infinitely superior to that of a rogue cultivator.

He had gained much from the Earth-rank cultivation methods of Azure Mist Mountain; furthermore, he had been provided with medicinal pills and a Daoist field, and Li Yaotie had even bestowed a Dharma Treasure upon him.

"It is truly a shame the Wu Clan's Soul Duke perished so prematurely back then; otherwise, I would have shown that wretched old man exactly 'how heavy the mountain is'!"

"I appreciate the offer, Senior." Sun Haotian did not turn him down.

"The Ding family boasts four Divinity Transformation cultivators in total, which is one more than my Sun family possesses.

Among the Clans of the twelve Regions in the Duravia Trade Prefecture, they are the most powerful branch.

Regrettably, despite my best efforts to convince him, he chose to side with the Zhao Clan in the end.

Sixty percent of the Clans in our Duravia Trade Prefecture have followed his lead.

If only he had realized back then..."

"Hmph! To put it bluntly, he simply viewed others with the eyes of a dog!"

Daoist Shanchen gave a disparaging snort.

"Senior." Observing Daoist Shanchen’s unwavering certainty and lack of concern, the worry in Sun Haotian’s eyes did not fade.

"The true depth of the Zhao Clan's power remains a mystery to everyone.

Over the years, every sect and aristocratic family that dared to oppose the Zhao Clan has been wiped out without exception.

As a guest retainer of the Li family, do you have any classified information? If you do, please share it so I might find some peace of mind."

"I haven't a clue," Daoist Shanchen replied bluntly, causing Sun Haotian's face to pale.

Li Xinnian had commanded him to handle the Ding family, so he had no choice but to participate.

Since Li Changyao and Daoist Shanchen were here, accompanied by a thousand killers from the Hall of Heavenly Principle, he had believed the Li family's triumph was certain, but...

Sun Haotian was about to approach Li Changyao for more details, but Daoist Shanchen blocked his path.

Daoist Shanchen rolled his eyes. "Don't bother that Changyao girl with your questions. The Zhao Clan may have a terrifying reputation, but in truth, they simply have a few more experts than average. You truly haven't witnessed what real horror looks like."

"I..."

Sun Haotian was the leader of a prominent Immortal Clan, after all. Being lectured in such a manner by Daoist Shanchen caused his face to flush with embarrassment.

"Senior, this is a serious matter.

We caught the Ding family and the other Clans off guard, but once they regroup...

If they throw away their reservations and cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or higher begin a reckless slaughter, we will be stretched too thin to defend ourselves.

If the Zhao Clan’s experts strike without holding back, we..."

"If you can't win, you die. It is as simple as that."

Daoist Shanchen let out a mocking laugh, ignoring Sun Haotian’s darkening expression.

He slowly rose into the sky, gazing down at the panicked Ding family members attempting to defend themselves. His voice was melodic, yet tinged with a faint sigh.

"The situation the old Li family faced years ago was far more desperate than this. Fortunately, they managed to survive it all."

As he spoke, below them, amidst the chaotic torrents of spiritual power unleashed by the battling cultivators, single red leaves began to dance wildly upon their bodies.