Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 807: The Third Type
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"The third..."
From every direction, Cultivators began to appear!
The dark night was pierced by the whistling of wind as a multitude of practitioners neared the Immortal Domain on flying swords.
While some utilized spirit boats, others employed techniques to summon spirit beasts for transport.
The ground trembled and mountains shook as if the very earth were buckling under the immense pressure.
Li Chang'an had not even finished speaking.
However, within the Immortal Domain, every Cultivator who had reached the Golden Core stage or higher turned pale with alarm at the sudden commotion, instantly unfolding their Divine Sense to scout the area.
A hundred miles away, the Three Families and Six Sects of the Azure Cloud Region had already assembled!
The Jiang, Feng, and Mi families—once the premier clans of the Azure Cloud Region—had spent the previous two centuries establishing marriage alliances with various branches of the Li family.
Bolstered by the Li family's assistance, they now boasted their own Divinity Transformation Cultivators.
The Ghost Eye Sect, Black Tortoise Sect, Longevity Mountain, Artifact Sect, Skyveil Sect, and Myriad Arts Sect—along with the reviving Azure Cloud Pavilion and Azure Phoenix Mountain—formed a coalition of eight major sects.
In this instant, nearly one hundred thousand disciples had taken their positions in formations, creating a suffocating blockade around the Immortal Domain.
Without exception, the leaders of the Azure Cloud factions showed no hint of terror when confronting the Zhao clan and its vaunted one-hundred-sixty-thousand-year heritage.
Instead, their expressions were filled with nothing but long-suppressed greed and anticipation.
As the Azure Cloud Cultivators manifested, Li Chang'an's voice, which usually held a warm tone, struck the ears of the crowd like the screeching of vengeful ghosts.
"Our Li family once encountered a man. He told us: No one can sleep soundly beside a sharpened blade."
"And that blade… represents the third type."
The sinister words rang in their ears.
Total pandemonium broke out within the Immortal Domain.
Led by Ding Yuanxiao, the various heads of the Duravia Trade Prefecture clans scanned the horizon, watching the Three Families and Six Sects emerge from every side.
Sweat soaked their backs, and their eyes shifted in frantic terror.
"Prince Qian!!!"
Ding Yuanxiao shook to his very core.
From inside the Great Formation, the gathered clan heads watched the smiling Li Chang'an, cold sweat pouring down their brows.
It was as if they were witnessing that man in Prince Qian's manor all those years ago—the one who had quietly manipulated everyone from the shadows.
Even after nearly two centuries, the shadow of Prince Qian still haunted every major family in the Duravia Trade Prefecture.
Prince Qian was a master of deception. He always projected an image of frailty and weakness to the world, yet he concealed trump cards powerful enough to crush any opposition.
No!
The Li family was far more terrifying than Prince Qian.
They had remained quiet, playing the role of the victim to entice the hunter—the Zhao clan—into the Duravia Trade Prefecture.
"Why are you trying to incite panic here?!"
Zhao Jingmiao barked coldly; he had already noticed the visible trembling among the leaders of the Duravia Trade Prefecture.
...
At that same moment.
In Duskwild Prefecture, a man with disheveled hair knelt before the tombstone of the War God.
This was the same man who had been the hidden venomous snake of the Duravia Trade Prefecture years ago—Prince Qian.
More than a century had passed.
Prince Qian no longer carried his former refined and scholarly air, yet he seemed to have found peace, his face reflecting a deep tranquility.
"Heaven has forsaken me! Heaven has forsaken me! Hahaha!"
Facing the grave of the War God, with Prince Yu standing nearby gripping a blade, Prince Qian suddenly threw back his head and laughed aloud.
Once his laughter faded, he turned a calm gaze toward Prince Yu.
"Fourth Imperial Brother, if fate hadn't conspired against me, forcing me to contend with that Li family within the two prefectures, I would have certainly carved out my own domain in this world of chaos.
It is a shame that I will never get to test my skills against yours again, nor will I ever enter the Heavenly Palace."
Prince Yu frowned slightly at these words. "The Li family kept you in a cell for over a century and tormented you for just as long, yet they still failed to break your pride and ambition."
Prince Qian only offered a soft smile, looking completely unburdened.
"Over these hundred years… the Li family did more than just torment me."
In the beginning, Li Kuanghua was the one who inflicted pain, but over time, his existence became more comfortable.
Members of the Li clan—such as Li Kuangren, Li Chang'an, and Li Xinnian—would frequently visit his cell to share tea and talk openly, debating the state of the world and matters of the court.
Their initial resentment eventually transformed into understanding, until he could eventually feel a sense of mutual respect coming from them.
If they hadn't been born as enemies, he might have been an honored guest of the Li clan.
Now, facing his end, the memory of those a hundred years of intellectual sparring with the Li family brought a faint smile to Prince Qian's lips.
He thought back to the conversation they had regarding the Immortal Zhao Clan of Duravia Trade Prefecture.
Li Chang'an had once asked him, "The Immortal Zhao Clan is a powerful foe. How should we handle them?"
"How to handle them?" Prince Qian whispered to himself, causing Prince Yu's frown to deepen.
A light breeze passed by as Prince Qian's soft voice drifted through the air.
"Feign weakness to feed their ego; project strength by borrowing the influence of others..."
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"Project strength by borrowing the influence of others."
Li Chang'an's voice turned freezing. Casting aside his mask, he stared directly into Zhao Jingmiao's eyes.
"Whether it is your Immortal Zhao Clan or any other hidden sect that steps into the Duravia Trade Prefecture, you will all realize one truth:
The Li family possesses a backing as immense as the heavens!
Because you fear the Human Emperor, the Imperial Preceptor, and the Grand Preceptor, you wouldn't dare lay a finger on a single member of the Li family!"
"The Zhao Clan Banquet?" Ding Yuanxiao felt his spirit break.
That day... that was exactly when the Immortal Zhao Clan had been terrified of the Li family's mysterious supporter!
Meanwhile, within the towering peak of the Zhao Clan's Grotto-Heaven.
"It didn't start at the Zhao Clan Banquet." Fairy Bai's face was ghostly pale.
Despite her usually detached nature, her expression was now one of pure bitterness. Her voice trembled as she spoke to Zhao Buqun.
"This began the moment I encountered Grand Elder Puci.
No one allows a threat to sleep beside their own bed.
How could the Li family fail to see that Grand Elder Puci was playing both sides?
Looking back, it is clear the Li family had the strength to kill him, yet they chose to let him live."
"Even those who play both sides have their purpose.
When our Immortal Zhao Clan arrived, the Li family acted as if they couldn't even handle the Ethereal Immortal Sect.
That was likely the moment we stopped viewing them as a threat.
And during my very first meeting with Grand Elder Puci, he immediately ‘warned’ me about the powerful forces backing the Li family."
Zhao Buqun squeezed his hands into tight fists.
He looked down, his eyes wide with shock, unaware of the strength he was using.
"Nobody worries about a harmless sheep, especially when the sheep's master is standing by with a hunting bow.
We believed the sheep could be taken at any time, so we never took it seriously.
The only enemy we were truly watching out for was the master."