Chapter 332: Chapter 305: Harmony (Part 1)
Li Yuanyun was only twenty-five now, dressed in brocade clothes. Although he was a re mortal, relying on his father and siblings, he had lived a good life. He had fathered three sons and two daughters, spreading the family line.
Li Yuanyun was the youngest among his generation with the "Yuan" character in their nas, yet he looked to be over thirty. Compared to his brothers and sisters who, after many years of cultivation, still appeared to be in their mid-teens, he aged too quickly, to the point where the servants no longer called him young master but instead addressed him as the old master.
At the head of the table, Li Tongya’s complexion was pale as he watched his eldest legitimate grandson holding a wooden box and kneeling in a daze.
Although the old man’s vitality was fading, his eyes were still sharp and began to sparkle even more. His gaze lingered on Li Yuanyun’s smooth and delicate hands for a while, then fell silent.
These hands, white and short, had never wielded a knife or brandished a spear. Now, even the calluses from holding a brush in his youth had disappeared, revealing the gentle and delicate skin of soone accustod to a life of luxury. A hint of disappointnt flickered in Li Tongya’s eyes as he said in a hoarse voice:
"Yuanyun, co here."
In front of this great-uncle, Li Yuanyun was as cautious and fearful as a child. He wiped the tears from his face, moved forward carefully, and knelt at Li Tongya’s knees.
Li Tongya looked at him carefully, only to find a sullen dejection between his brows, but none of the vitality or resentnt he expected to see. He then said:
"After you have finished mourning for your father, go to the market and work as an apprentice."
"Yes..."
Li Yuanping dared not say more, he quietly acknowledged and retreated with the wooden box. Li Tongya gazed over the faces of his younger relatives, then said warmly:
"Although my injuries are severe, I can hold on for a few more years. If I could find spiritual objects like stalactite jade liquid, I might even prolong my life a little longer. You don’t have to worry about , go ahead and do what you must."
"Old ancestor..."
Li Yuanjiao presented the jade box with both hands, but Li Tongya gently pushed it away. The old man was extrely exhausted but still offered a hint of a smile as he replied:
"You keep it."
He slowly stood up, unbuckled the Green Peak sword from his waist, and hung the Green Ruler Sword at the head of the main seat. The Green Peak, ward and nurtured for many years, had developed its own spiritual nature. As soon as it left his big hands, it buzzed unwillingly and wavered uncertainly. Li Tongya turned his head back, a hint of concern in his voice as he instructed:
"Don’t go out of your way to find dicine for , and don’t even think about performing a blood sacrifice. Always think of yourself first."
"Yes!"
All the younger mbers agreed. Li Tongya stood with his hands behind his back, slowly walking out of the courtyard, stepping on the green slabs laid by Li Xiangping years ago, heading step by step towards the cave mansion on ichi Mountain.
Several younger relatives stepped forward in the courtyard to comfort Li Qinghong and discussed the funeral arrangents for Li Xuanling. In the end, they each went down the mountain to attend to their own busy affairs.
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As sumr turned to autumn and the rain beca scarce, Li Xuanling’s funeral was simply held on the mountain. The white mourning silks in the courtyard were only displayed for a few months. With Li Yuanyun going to the market and Li Qinghong guarding Jade Court Mountain, the white silks were quickly removed, and everything was simplified.
The first batch of the Li family’s elders also passed away one after another. Day after day, funerals could be heard. The mbers of the Li family had long been accustod to it. Whether half a month or several months, the funerals would swiftly conclude. It was now the harvest season for Spirit Rice, and they were too busy to grieve.
Eastern Shanyue.
On Wutu Mountain, birds chirped, and newly polished stone benches and chairs were arranged in the courtyard. Li Yuanjiao, dressed in plain clothes, sat silently beside the stone table. As he placed his jade cup down, he said softly:
"It’s been quite a while since I last saw my cousin."
The middle-aged man sitting below laughed heartily, his complexion dark and his head crowned with jade. Wearing a long robe, his eyes tinged with a hint of purple, he said with amusent:
"I have actually heard sothing. They say that the old ancestor slew Maha on Bianyan Mountain with his sword, achieving Sword Origin. This rumor has been flying all over; many have co to , asking
to inquire about you, brother..."
"Oh."
Li Tongya chuckled lightly, his eyes twinkling as he looked into the other’s eyes and replied:
"Indeed, it’s true."
"What!"
Shamo Li, initially wearing a relaxed smile, thinking he would discover the truth from Li Tongya, suddenly sat up straight, incredulous, as he said:
"Is that... is that Maha?!"
"It is the Maha Reincarnation."
Li Tongya responded, Shamo Li almost failed to keep his grip on the cup, muttering,
"Even if it is the Maha Reincarnation, how could it be an opponent for Foundation Establishnt... Cutting down Maha... fad throughout Xu Yue... the ancestor... the ancestor truly is a figure of the Immortals!"
Shamo Li, currently at the Third Layer of Qi Cultivation, practiced with impure Qi, naturally progressing slowly in his cultivation level, easily surpassed by Li Yuanjiao, had long extinguished the small ambition in his heart. Now, hearing this news, he felt honored, his eyes shimring, happily said,
"Good!"
Li Yuanjiao remained composed, smilingly raised his glass to drink together, Shamo Li, visibly excited, blurted out,
"Ever since the destruction of Witch Mountain, various cultivators divided Shanyue, each establishing sothing called Western Shanyue, or the Shanyue Country. I, from Eastern Shanyue, did not take any of them seriously. These few Shanyue Foundation Establishnt cultivators clearly do not put the main family in their eyes! Brother, I have always been irritated about this."
"Who knew that, a few days ago, these Shanyue countries all sent ssengers to pay their respects, very respectfully. I wondered what was going on, only to find out that it was because the ancestor cut down Maha, commanding respect throughout Xu Yue!"
Having said that, he took out several cases, both wooden and jade, and lined them up on the table, Shamo Li said solemnly,
"I have brought these congratulatory gifts, not daring to pocket any for myself."
"Brother, you jest."
Li Yuanjiao just swept over them with his Spiritual Sense, and the Spiritual Objects in the cases erged one by one in his mind. These Shanyue Foundation Establishnt cultivators were all the type not to act without seeing benefits first, the Spiritual Objects given were just at the Qi Cultivation level, rely small tokens of thought, and he put away the cases.
Shamo Li’s behavior was within Li Yuanjiao’s expectations. As Cultivators flocked to Lijing Town to pay homage or passing by the Li Family, not only this Shanyue king, everyone under the rule of the Li Family could not contain their excitent and pride, a pleasant surprise indeed.
Shamo Li, growing older, beca more talkative, told a bunch of trivial matters regarding the Tian Family and the Shanyue nobles. Li Yuanjiao listened carefully and nodded, sending him down the mountain.
Watching Shamo Li descend the mountain, slowly leaving with the royal guard of Shanyue, Xiao Guiluan then gracefully approached from inside the house, her phoenix eyes lightly blinking, she smiled and said,
"This Shamo Li is not as pathetic as the rumors suggest."
Xiao Guiluan now also at the Fifth Layer of Fetal Breathing, practiced the Xiao Family’s direct lineage Wheel Nurturing Technique, which is a Fourth Grade spell, one grade better than that of the Li Family, naturally progressing faster.
"After all, he has occupied the throne for more than ten years."
Li Yuanjiao put away the jade cup on the table, much more tender when addressing his wife, whispered,
"It’s good that he always keeps an eye on the Tian Family and the Shanyue nobles."
Xiao Guiluan chuckled softly, sat beside him, and softly said,
"Envoys from the Xiao Family have also co over, and those sisters familiar to
at ho are nothing short of amazed. Rumors bizarre and varied, saying that our family inherits the Sword Dao, that there is an Immortal Sword within the family, and only the person who draws this sword can beco the Family Head."
"Although your cultivation level is high, you didn’t obtain the sword’s approval, so you had to settle for being a noble son. Yuanping is frail and frequently ill, yet his swordsmanship reaches Divine Comprehension..."
Xiao Guiluan detailed carefully, prompting Li Yuanjiao to laugh heartily, he answered,
"That bunch of Fetal Breathing Loose Cultivators love to gossip, and you believe that?"
"Of course not."
Xiao Guiluan, however, lowered her eyes, gently saying,
"Our family has always forbidden rumors involving the ancestor or the inheritance, always strictly controlled by the Clan Head Courtyard. Now, however, the matter is widespread, causing
doubts."
"Speak."
Li Yuanjiao’s smile gradually faded, turned to look at her; she fluttered her eyelids, gazing at him with those phoenix eyes. After a few monts of eye contact, Xiao Guiluan calmly began,
"The ancestor... is he still in good health?"
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