Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 844 - 839: The Throne

Meanwhile, among the younger generation, the spoiled and headstrong Li Zhijing remained rooted to the spot.

Typically, she would probably be latching onto the elders individually, flattering them to uncover every detail.

However, at this moment, she lacked the opportunity to fuss over flattering the elders.

Within the Ancestral Space.

Clad in dark warrior robes, she no longer showed the playful and mischievous vibe she often had in Northguard City.

Before the Old Ancestor, enveloped in shadowy mist, she knelt and struggled to hide her mounting anxiety.

This marked her initial meeting with the Old Ancestor.

In her mind, she reflected: If I get to meet him, perhaps Father could have a shot at it too.

Should he earn the Old Ancestor’s favor, those clan members might think twice before scorning Father.

But with the Old Ancestor now directly in front of her, even though countless words swirled in her thoughts, not one escaped her lips.

At that instant, flooded by feelings of injustice, Li Zhijing broke down in sobs.

"..."

This caused Li Wei’s toes to clench uncomfortably in his boots from the embarrassment.

He failed to grasp the reason behind this girl’s tears.

As Heaven and Earth could attest, he hadn’t committed any act to upset her!

He promptly inquired, "Why are you crying?"

Through her sniffles, Li Zhijing replied, "I miss my dad."

Upon hearing that, Li Wei’s brow furrowed as comprehension dawned on him abruptly.

It probably stemmed from that good-for-nothing, Li Xinri.

Li Wei hadn’t focused much on Li Xinri lately, yet a quick spiritual probe made his expression darken right away.

In a lively district of the Northern Border, revelry unfolded with music, dances, exquisite liquors, and performing courtesans.

Li Xinri lounged there with a woman on each side, bragging loudly and guzzling drinks alongside a bunch of indulgent young heirs—clearly reveling in utter bliss.

"Xinri is in a brothel."

Li Wei stated it offhandedly.

Li Zhijing’s crying halted at once, and she stuttered in alarm,

"Old Ancestor, Father... Father isn’t slacking off or lacking drive!

He... Grandfather isn’t present in the North at the moment, so Father must mingle with the heirs from noble families.

He’s handling the family affairs!"

Witnessing Li Zhijing’s attempts to defend him, Li Wei let out a sigh.

"Zhijing, oh Zhijing. The way your father turned out stems from you enabling his wild ways far too much. You’ve utterly pampered him."

"Yes, Old Ancestor, this child recognizes her error.

I plead with the Old Ancestor to spare Father from blame.

Upon my return to the Northern Border, I’ll enforce strict discipline on him."

Li Zhijing grew even more desperate.

"Stay calm. The mess Xinri’s in now... We seniors share responsibility too.

The Northern Border’s dynamics are intricate. Still, Xinri’s core character isn’t rotten.

I know about these issues; he possesses an innate cleverness deep down.

Fate hinges on one’s choices; maybe he has valid motives for his actions."

Following Li Wei’s statement, delight lit up Li Zhijing’s features.

Li Wei went on, "Your talent stands out, and you excel at Beast Taming.

In the Azure Cloud Prefecture, the Ethereal Immortal Grove hosts numerous Great Demons transported from the Northern Border.

Why not dedicate some effort there to honing your cultivation."

Li Zhijing’s lips quirked slightly.

She had barely dodged her cousin’s push to cultivate, only for the Old Ancestor to now urge her toward the same goal.

Just as she prepared to decline, the Old Ancestor’s voice echoed once more.

"The Demon-Suppressing Lineage in the Northern Border teems with countless illegitimate offspring and side branches.

They hail from diverse Great Clans.

Your grandfather, Xinghuo, couldn’t defy the Lord Grand Preceptor’s commands to confront them.

At present, in the Northern Border, just you, your father, and your Uncle Xinjue in Silver Moon City stay free from those Great Clans’ influence.

Only by holding them in check will you honor the ’Demon Suppressing’ title fully, and likely, Xinri’s position would brighten considerably too."

"Yes, Old Ancestor, this child will cultivate with utmost diligence."

...

As the extraction of the Immortal Domain Grotto-Heaven progressed, the clan settled into their new base.

This represented a legacy built across one hundred and sixty thousand years, after all.

To quote Li Yaotie, his hammer could wear itself to scraps in the upcoming days.

The Azure Cloud Prefecture’s cultivators also claimed their rightful portion of the loot; the clan had always been generous on this front.

Elder Puci withdrew into seclusion.

Daoist Ming Tai, previously sheltered in the Duravia Trade Prefecture Immortal City, headed back to the Ethereal Immortal Sect to reclaim his role as Sect Master.

The Sun family rose as the dominant Clan in the Duravia Trade Prefecture; backed by the Li family’s endorsement, Sun Haotian even ventured to the Royal Court for an official post.

All around, prosperity bloomed vibrantly.

Within a mere month, the key treasures from the Immortal Domain Grotto-Heaven had all been relocated to Merit City.

Outdoors, Li Changsheng had drifted off again atop the Old Tree; it appeared he was gearing up for yet another extended, tranquil rest.

The Old Tree had produced fresh limbs and greenery, even more vivid and scarlet than previously.

As the breeze swept through, its foliage danced energetically, evidently overflowing with delight.

Dangling from a limb was a tiny serpent, puffing bubbles from its nose while asleep.

The pair of pointed horns atop its head and its four fresh legs stood out sharply.

Young Master Fei Heng approached from the fields.

He had probably hunted for the Li family elders but encountered none—not even the elderly steward—so he turned to Li Changsheng on the Old Tree.

"Brother Changsheng, do you know where your family elders are?"

A human visage surfaced on the tree’s bark, and the Old Tree queried, "What’s the issue?"

"I am heading to the Imperial Capital. To claim the role of Crown Prince."

The Old Tree indicated the path for Young Master Fei Heng.

Observing Fei Heng’s departure, Li Changsheng, perched high in the tree, at last parted his eyelids.

He tapped the tree’s bark and jested, "Old Tree, do you believe this Crown Prince can ascend to the throne?"

The Old Tree pondered briefly. "I believe he will."

"What leads you to that view?" Li Changsheng showed genuine surprise this round.

The Old Tree answered gravely, "That young one has tilled the soil for three centuries.

The spirit sprouts beneath the earth shared with me that when he wields a hoe, he applies genuine effort. He’s a resolute fellow with the fierce determination required to govern a realm."

"Then let’s wager on it."

"Wager on what?" The Old Tree’s eyes blinked.

"Wager all your foliage. I stake that he’ll rise as the Human Emperor."

"You’re on!"

The Old Tree ignited with excitement immediately, yet moments after accepting, it paused.

"Hold on. You sly rascal, I was wagering on his victory as well!

If you’re betting on him becoming the Human Emperor, then what’s my stake?"

"You committed to it on your own. That’s got nothing to do with me."

"I... You..."

A soft gust wafted by, tousling Li Changsheng’s locks and stirring the Old Tree’s boughs and foliage.

---

Donate on Ko-fi ➡️ [https://ko-fi.com/darktea] ⬅️

Get Early Access to 70 Chapters: Search for "Dark Tea" on Ko-fi (Explore tab) and join my membership to read ahead!