Read Novel Full Chapter 1149: Chapter 1143: May My Son Be At Peace
Chapter 1149: Chapter 1143: May My Son Be At Peace
[Your descendant Li Yuanwu was born with multiple Spiritual Roots. None of his Spiritual Roots exceeded 20 points.
With Spiritual Roots below 50 points, breaking through to Foundation Establishment is even more difficult.
The clan’s miraculous Elixir and spiritual pills could hardly break this deadlock.]
[In his youth, he coincidentally met the Martial Emperor and caught his first glimpse of the Martial Dao.
The Martial Dao was indistinct and uncertain, yet it was better than a hopeless dead end. He cultivated the Martial Dao for over a hundred years.]
[Entering the mountains, he observed the beasts; at the foot of the mountain, he mimicked the insects.
Within the mountains, he took the beasts as his teachers; in the clouds, he wrestled with eagles.
He learned the strengths of all living creatures and altered his meridians to move like birds and beasts, breaking through to Foundation Establishment.
Yet he glimpsed that the Golden Core had already transcended the mortal realm; how could a mortal step into the realm of Immortals?]
[Subsequently, he tempered his body. In the Ephemeral Grotto-Heaven, he learned the transformations of spiritual beasts; in the ancient tower of the Immortal Martial Cave Heaven, he endured immense pressure to bitterly cultivate the limits of the human body.]
[Your descendant Li Yuanwu has acquired the traits: Martial Artist, Philosopher of the Cultivation World, Ascetic…]
[The Strongest Foundation Establishment Stage in the Mortal Realm]
[…]
[On his deathbed, your descendant Li Yuanwu attempted one final time to use martial arts to break through his realm.
Refusing to believe that the human body was inferior to the Immortal Dao, he still could not find even a single thread of life.]
[His lifespan is exhausted.]
Upon the Spirit Ship, the withered old mortal body stepped on the air and entered the clouds.
The sky full of drifting snow danced along with him.
Li Yuanwu let out a long sigh and ceased his movements.
He slowly reached out his hand; within his palm lay flakes of snow.
These snowflakes were all different, just like the diverse people of this world, and he was merely the most ordinary one among them.
So be it. Let it all be.
“Huu.”
Li Yuanwu exhaled the final breath from his chest.
He slowly closed his eyes, falling along with these drifting snowflakes.
Faintly and indistinctly, he saw several figures flying toward him.
It was his two sons and his clansmen.
His two sons would catch him. His clansmen would catch him, walking the path he never had the time to finish on his behalf.
This final trace of a thought allowed Li Yuanwu to peacefully close his eyes.
“Father!!!”
…
The Spirit Ship left the blizzards of the Northern Frontier behind.
What greeted them next was the mild weather of the southeastern region.
The warm sun spilled onto the Spirit Ship.
Li Jianning sat consistently in the spot where Li Yuanwu had sat a few days prior.
He curled up, hugging his calves tightly, his chin resting on his knees.
His gaze was dull and glazed, as if the bitter cold of the Northern Frontier had never left.
Ahead, the clansmen came and went, flying high and low to scout the situation to prevent anyone from harboring malicious intent in these chaotic times.
However, the shouts and calls of the clansmen didn’t reach Li Jianning’s surroundings in the slightest.
When passing by Li Jianning, the clansmen unconsciously slowed their steps and kept their voices down.
Footsteps sounded from the side.
It was Li Jianshu, who had seen his brother in this state for the past few days.
With bloodshot eyes, he slowly walked to Li Jianning’s side and gently leaned against the railing at the edge of the Spirit Ship, exhaling a long breath toward the sky.
Having reached the southeastern region, there was no longer the freezing chill of the Northern Frontier, and his breath did not form a white mist, causing his eyes to lower slightly.
As an older brother, he loved to tease his younger sibling, but at this moment, Li Jianshu didn’t say a single word.
He silently leaned to the side, quietly waiting.
Who knew how much time had passed; the moon was silent, and the stars were bright.
Li Jianning’s voice seemed deep in the night, yet it didn’t feel like it disturbed the tranquility of the long night.
“Father spent his entire life practicing martial arts. Since we were young, he rarely took care of us.
When I was a child, I felt he wasn’t like a father at all. Cultivation, what’s so great about cultivation? How could it be more important than his own children?”
Li Jianshu remained silent.
Li Jianning remained curled up, staring straight ahead, and smiled.
“Later, Qiukong was murdered by others, and Chuyuan rebelled. Not long after, I went to the Eternal Immortal Sect. Father said I was spineless, and he wasn’t wrong at all.
There is something I’ve never dared tell you all: both my children are gone, and my wife returned to her maiden home in a fit of anger. She said I was a good-for-nothing. I really am spineless.”
“When I got to the Eternal Immortal Sect, I cultivated desperately. I cultivated whatever Ancestor Lan told me to. Only then did I understand why Father cultivated like a madman.
Even the most spineless person doesn’t want to be looked down upon for their entire life.
We have too many reasons to risk our lives striving to be stronger than others. Let alone our father; he yielded to no one.”
Li Jianshu was silent for a long time.
His nose stung. He wanted to say some comforting words, but he couldn’t utter a single syllable.
Jianning had two children: Li Chuyuan’s father lost his life during an experiential journey, and Qiukong was murdered by the Zhao Clan.
Thus, even Li Chuyuan had developed a rebellious and deviant nature.
Their mother was a mortal who had passed away many years ago.
Taking a deep breath, Li Jianshu forced a smile.
“The old man was stubborn.
Back in Merit City, when he decided to come to the Northern Frontier, when the old man boarded the Spirit Ship, no one was allowed to help him up, otherwise, he would get angry with you.
Perhaps he already knew his physical condition back then. He went with you to kill enemies; that was the last time in his life he displayed his martial arts realm.”
“But, Brother…”
Li Jianning suddenly turned around and looked up, lost and helpless.
Those eyes made Li Jianshu not dare to look directly at them.
“We… we don’t have a father anymore.”
“You still have me, and you have our clansmen.”
Li Jianshu quickly turned his back to his younger brother, his voice deep.
“We still have a long road to walk, just like when Father boarded the Spirit Ship to come to the Northern Frontier.”
In the night.
A wailing cry echoed on the Spirit Ship.
Li Jianning was being spineless again.
So was Li Jianshu.
In a distant corner, the Li Clan members silently accompanied the two brothers in the darkness.
“Zhiheng,” Li Wei murmured to Li Zhiheng, wanting to offer comfort, yet not knowing where to start.
“Old Ancestor, your child understands.”
Li Zhiheng’s face was pale as he said bitterly, “This was Wu’er’s choice.”
As his words fell, under the Old Ancestor’s gaze, he walked away like a walking corpse.
Walking along, he unknowingly arrived at Li Yuanshang’s door, but he didn’t dare to walk in.
He could only stand sideways outside the door, watching.
Li Yuanshang held a Spatial Ring in his hands, his eyes vacant.
Inside the Spatial Ring lay his sleeping elder brother.
After his brother passed, his mind was filled with chaotic thoughts.
He conducted business in the Imperial Capital; in the future, when he returned to the Azure Cloud Prefecture to honor the ancestors, after seeing his father, who else would he go see? How was he supposed to go back and explain this to their mother?
In the future, if he suffered grievances in the Imperial Capital, in front of whom could he recklessly vent his frustrations?
He didn’t know.
Li Zhiheng quietly walked in.
Li Yuanshang looked up, his face full of bewilderment.
“Father, Father, save Eldest Brother! You have the Heavenly Dao Divine Heart; you must have a way!”
Li Zhiheng sat down and remained silent.
He understood the meaning behind the Old Ancestor calling out to him just now.
The Old Ancestor was afraid that the Heavenly Dao Divine Heart would affect him; the Zhao Clan’s old ancestor had once used the Heavenly Dao Divine Heart to resurrect his own clansmen.
But when Wu’er made his resolution, Wu’er similarly forgot that he still had a father, a mother, a younger brother, and children.
“Father, you must have a way!” In his sight, Shang’er had already fallen to his knees before him.
Li Zhiheng covered his heart, shook his head, and murmured,
“It is precisely because I am Wu’er’s father that I cannot allow myself to make the decision to block my child’s path.
The Wu’er brought back by the Heavenly Dao Divine Heart would not be Wu’er. Nor would he allow himself to possess an irrelevant body. He is Wu’er, my son.”
“May my son be at peace.”
As soon as he finished speaking, everything before Li Zhiheng’s eyes shifted.
He was actually still quietly standing guard outside Li Yuanshang’s door, and inside, Li Yuanshang was still staring blankly at the Spatial Ring in his hand.
Li Zhiheng touched his face; his hand was completely wet.
The clan’s Spirit Ship moved forward.
The descendants in Northern Frontier City and Silver Moon City successively moved out of the Northern Frontier.
They also left some descendants in the Northern Frontier to manage their businesses, having the assassins from the Heavenly Principle Hall protect them.
No matter how greedy the other party was, as long as they weren’t entirely confident in taking down the Li Clan, it was impossible for them to just suddenly turn hostile and provoke a fairly decent immortal clan.
If worst came to worst, Li Wei could also give them a grand gift package worth 5,000 Clan Will; the Qiu Clan’s iceberg was still sitting right there.
Gazing at the Spirit Ship.
Li Wei pondered for a moment.
“The matters in the Northern Frontier are settled. How things will ultimately turn out still depends on the Imperial Capital.”
At the thought of this, Li Wei’s expression turned somewhat sour.
That day in the imperial court, Feng Tu was killed by Wenren Xianyi, and Chang’an was taken away.
With the decree of the “Ten Deadly Sins” coming down, he had already lost all trust in the Dynasty.
When in the Northern Frontier, Li Wei had gotten to know Wenren Jiuyue through the children.
He was amiable, broad-minded, and a truly good person.
As for Wenren Xianyi, Li Chang’an had also mentioned her to him.
Wenren Xianyi was an extraordinary woman—decisive in killing, highly ambitious, yet not lacking a heart that cared for the world.
Both of them were good people, but nowadays, the general situation of the world was treacherous and unpredictable; perhaps in the next second, they would turn into malicious ghosts from the Netherworld.
Just like their Li Clan, for the sake of the clan’s proliferation, they absolutely couldn’t be called good people either. At the very least, Xinnian wasn’t.
…
The Imperial Capital.
Zishu Ling, Master Qiuyue of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, and Gongyang Ju of the Emberwing Guard were currently gathered in a courtyard estate.
The Zishu family had proliferated for over a hundred thousand years and experienced numerous tribulations; some had simply changed their surname altogether. Their internal relationships were even more complex.
Over the years, generation after generation had relied on their Human Emperor bloodline to become Prefecture Masters and Region Princes.
The branches were incredibly mixed, and the lineage connections in the Ancestral Hall could be stacked as high as a building.
Nowadays, these people of unknown generation—whose bloodlines had thinned to an unknown degree—were all jumping around actively, just like the imperial bloodlines in the various prefectures back in the day.
They were waiting to accomplish some earth-shattering deeds and write their own names on the very first page of the genealogy book, so they could command all the members of the Zishu family across the world.
“Just look at your appearance. Even if you were given the position of Empress, could you suppress the experts of the world?”
Gongyang Ju of the Emberwing Guard, dressed in white and holding a white folding fan, watched Zishu Ling’er pacing back and forth in front of him and secretly complained in his heart.
Zishu Ling’er was one of the prime examples of these people.
As soon as the “Ten Deadly Sins” of the Li Clan came out, who knows from which obscure corner Zishu Ling, a disciple of a reclusive sect, crawled out.
And who knows which thousand-cuts-deserving bastard tricked her into suddenly stepping into the open to oppose the Li Clan.
Oh, he was the same, but that was because someone had forced him with a knife to his neck.
As for this Master Qiuyue beating his chest and stomping his feet in front of him… The people of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.
They were just a bunch of cursed shit-stirrers.
“Do you two have any countermeasures?”
Gongyang Ju said impatiently,
“What the Azure Cloud Li Clan has done in the Northern Frontier is known to the whole world.
The Crown Prince was killed by the Qiu Clan… no, the Crown Prince perished in the Northern Frontier.
Those who know the hidden truth behind this matter are delighted to see it happen.
The Li Clan, on the contrary, took revenge for the Crown Prince in the name of the Department of Immortal Suppression.
The ‘Ten Deadly Sins’ exist in name only, and now the Li Clan is returning.”
“It is known to the world that the Li Clan seeks revenge for the smallest grievance.
You two spoke recklessly in the imperial court and captured Li Chang’an.
If the Li Clan holds you accountable as accomplices, everything, including your lives, will be over.”
“Brother Gongyang is quite relaxed?” Unexpectedly, these mild words drew a cold glare from Master Qiuyue.
“We are merely knives used for killing, discarded once used. Although you haven’t shown your face, the people behind us will definitely push the three of us out to avoid trouble.
Brother Gongyang, you cannot escape.”
“Does Brother Gongyang believe that the moment the three of us take a single step out of the Imperial Capital, our heads will fall to the ground?”
Instead of being alarmed, Gongyang Ju was overjoyed.
Being in the company of this person meant there was still a sliver of surviv—
“I am of the Zishu family bloodline! Where would they get the courage to kill me?!”
“…”
Looking at Zishu Ling’er’s arrogant and domineering, yet pretty face, the corners of Gongyang Ju’s mouth, which had been turning up into a smile, slowly fell.
Welp, we’re screwed.
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