Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 809: Zhao Tingyu

Frost Prefecture.

On the battlefield below, a violent conflict raged as opposing cultivators traded lethal blows. Suddenly, a wave of paralyzing dread swept over every combatant.

The slaughter came to a standstill as all eyes turned toward the sky. They felt the suffocating pressure of two powerful Void Refining auras approaching—one desperately fleeing, the other in relentless pursuit.

Only after those heavy, swamp-like presences vanished into the horizon did the warriors, shivering in cold sweat, find the courage to continue their bloody work.

"Who is this monster? Why is he hunting me with such persistence?"

Zhao Tingyu, a man with elegant and handsome features, swung his saber with a fierce strike.

A crack split the empty air before him. He plunged into the rift, reappearing far across the distance in an instant.

Despite his successful escape, Zhao Tingyu’s face remained clouded with worry.

His Divine Soul told him that no matter how he suppressed his aura or changed his direction, the presence of that zombie behind him remained attached like a lingering curse!

"Who are you? Reveal yourself!!"

Zhao Tingyu let out a roar of pure frustration.

In this era of upheaval, the Zhao Clan was governed by six Clan Elders; three focused on internal governance, while three handled external matters.

Since recovering his Void Refining realm cultivation, Zhao Tingyu had spent his time wandering the world for the sake of his kin, searching for the vast resources required to sustain their million-strong clan.

Because the Imperial Capital's Immortal Suppression Pavilion kept a watchful eye on every cultivator at the Divinity Transformation realm or higher, he had to move with extreme stealth and caution.

Even when the Zhao Clan established its roots in the Duravia Trade Prefecture, he stayed abroad, hunting for spirit mines and rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

Three months prior, when war erupted between his family and the Azure Cloud Li Clan, he received a summons to return home.

But at that exact moment, a figure in black robes—half-man and half-zombie—began a silent, deadly hunt against him!

Regardless of the techniques he employed or the distance he traveled, that entity followed him like a shadow.

For three months, the pursuer had remained silent, toyed with him like a predator with its prey, and launched sporadic attacks. He was as impossible to shake off as a blood-sucking leech.

"He's coming again!"

A hand stained with blood punched through the void, reaching out to tear into Zhao Tingyu.

"Who are you? What have I done to earn your hatred?!"

The long saber gripped in Zhao Tingyu's hand was a powerful Dharma Treasure.

He swung the blade, and just like before, a jagged black spatial rift sliced through the sky and stretched toward his foe.

However...

Right where the space had been rent asunder, the black-robed figure appeared clearly.

A crimson Sea of Blood surged behind the pursuer. The saber strike hit its mark, cutting through the figure's body at a diagonal angle.

Yet, as the blood from the sea behind him surged into his wounds, the body that had been sliced in two began to sprout thrashing fleshy threads, stitching itself back together instantly.

The adversary continued to watch him in silence. But this time, a smile touched the man's lips, and he spoke for the first time in three months.

"Almost there."

...

"You lunatic!"

Zhao Tingyu turned and fled without hesitation.

The cultivation technique this person used was clearly identical to Fairy Bai’s.

Though Zhao’s saber could cut through anything, he dreaded facing this kind of endless spiritual power—foes that took an eternity to actually kill.

This was a nightmare for him, especially since every one of his own secret techniques drained a massive amount of Qi!

Once more, he ripped through the void to put distance between them.

Zhao Tingyu gauged his current position.

In the far distance, he could see the massive mountain ranges and thick forests that acted as a border between the two prefectures.

Once he crossed those peaks, he would be back in the Duravia Trade Prefecture.

"Just wait until I reach my clan. With the three Old Ancestors there, we will make sure this person dies in our Duravia Trade Prefecture!"

Zhao Tingyu ground his teeth, though a flicker of anxiety stirred in his heart.

Zhao Wan had perished in the Imperial Capital, and the clan was currently locked in a struggle with the Li family.

Three months ago, the family had urged his immediate return, and that was the very moment this madman had ambushed him.

Even though his clan had been certain that the Li family lacked any Void Refining cultivators, he couldn't shake the suspicion that this pursuer was connected to them—acting as a distraction to keep him from returning home.

But he had reached his limit.

After three months of non-stop flight, he lacked a Sea of Blood to replenish his spiritual power like his enemy.

If this chase continued, he feared his journey would end at the Yellow Springs!

Past those high mountains was the Duravia Trade Prefecture; the clan’s Grotto-Heaven was within reach.

Yet, the closer he got, the more an inexplicable sense of dread filled Zhao Tingyu’s soul.

"Just a bit further. Once I am back, every problem can be fixed. Faster, I must go faster!"

After working so hard abroad for all these years, Zhao Tingyu had never felt such a desperate urge to return home, his heart like an arrow aimed at its target.

He could already feel the collective auras of the cultivators in the Duravia Trade Prefecture and the resonance of his own kin's bloodline.

If he could just make it back, he could join his clan to confront the threat of the Azure Cloud Li Clan.

Finally, he soared over the mountain range that guarded the Duravia Trade Prefecture.

Ten immortal mountains came into view—the home of the Ethereal Immortal Sect, a Void Refining power allied with his family. Grand Elder Puci was there!

Just as Zhao Tingyu’s eyes lit up, preparing to call out for help, a blinding light exploded from the Ethereal Immortal Sect, and the hopeful smile on his face slowly turned to ice.

He saw Grand Elder Puci, and he saw the ten spiraling immortal mountains fueled by the Grand Elder's Void Refining spiritual power!

"Ethereal Immortal Techniques."

"Suppress!"

As Grand Elder Puci completed his hand seals, those ten immortal mountains actually tore the space apart within a ten-mile radius.

In a burst of radiance, as ten divine statues holding whisks materialized, Zhao Tingyu was violently dragged into the Void Refining Space!