Family Cultivation: I Become a Mirror-Chapter 70 Crisis

The old Daoist seemed already certain of his victory, leisurely forming a spell with his fingers, holding a shining white light in his left hand, smilingly watching him.

Li Xiangping said nothing, pulled out a pale yellow Talisman, and slapped it onto himself, instantly erecting a pure white light shield, then turning his head and running towards the lake.

The old Daoist wasn’t angry; he patted the Storage Bag on his waist, secured the Jade Pendant, and followed Li Xiangping with a smile, his small eyes watching his every move alertly, thinking to himself:

"How come it seems like a Jade Yuan Talisman from the Green Pond Sect? Haven’t the two sects already reached an understanding? By now, disciples of the Green Pond Sect around Wangyue Lake to Mushroom Forest Plain should have all retreated." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"That’s wrong, if it were a disciple of Green Pond, why would he need to flee? This person must have some connection with the Green Pond Sect; still, I must be careful and cautious, not to capsize in the gutter. Just let him run first, once he has exhausted his Mana, he won’t be able to use any Talisman or Magic Artifact."

Following behind Li Xiangping like a ghost, the old Daoist grew more and more delighted, almost bursting into laughter.

"It’s as if the heavens also assist me, the people of Green Pond Sect have retreated, and the Tang Jin Sect is down south seeking their fortune. This young man is recklessly running towards the north, right into Tang Jin Sect’s boundary. It seems this opportunity is meant for me."

The more he thought about it, the more excited the old Daoist became, reminiscing about the chaos caused by the Immortal Mansion Descendant hundreds of years ago, and also recalling the words of his dying master.

The old Daoist was a Loose Cultivator under the Tang Jin Sect, and when his master was nearing the end of his lifespan, he passed a Jade Pendant to him, touching the twenty-year-old him and saying:

"During the chaos of the Immortal Mansion Descendant hundreds of years ago, our lineage also participated. This Jade Pendant was obtained from that person."

"That fierce man cultivated the Divine Ability Body, with flesh and bones all being precious treasures from heaven and earth, hence he was torn apart by the Three Sects and Seven Doors. We, as Loose Cultivators, had no chance to share a piece of the flesh, so we had to use tools to contain the blood spattered during the snatch. Your ancestor found this Jade Pendant amidst a rain of blood and thus was gravely injured. Upon his return, he sat down and passed away."

At that time, he was still a young Daoist, staring blankly with his eyes wide open, listening to his master’s faint breathing, weakly saying:

"Your Senior Uncle and I have studied for over one hundred and thirty years, and have obtained some clues. There should be an Immortal Mansion inheritance inside this Jade Pendant, just missing another treasure... You... can go out and search for it..."

Lost in thought, the old Daoist then saw the man in front stopping abruptly, turning his head to reveal a pair of fierce hawk-like eyes, glaring maliciously at him, startling the old Daoist and halting his steps.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, the old Daoist sneered:

"What, figured it out?"

Li Xiangping also sneered coldly, showing a cyan-gray Mirror in his hand. The Mirror flickered with white light, sending a strong sense of danger directly onto the old Daoist’s face.

"Damn it, he indeed has something."

The old Daoist yelped, and in an instant, twelve Talismans buzzed to life beside him, raising a Great Shield shimmering with golden light, and he formed signs with his hands, quickly infusing Mana into it.

This series of actions was as smooth as flowing clouds and water, all within the span of a breath. The old Daoist, who usually immersed himself in solitary cultivation and seldom engaged in Spell Battles, had honed this one move for over thirty years, many times relying on this combination of Spell and Talismans to save his life.

But the sense of danger disappeared in a flash. The old Daoist was momentarily stunned, and Li Xiangping had already darted away like a rabbit.

The old Daoist suddenly realized, cursing fiercely, he dispelled the Spell in his hand, sneered, and said:

"Quite a few tricks up your sleeve."

Treading lightly on the ground, he closed the distance like a ghost, but the old Daoist saw Li Xiangping once again displaying the Mirror, its white light blazing at him.

The sense of danger came surging, and for years, the old Daoist reacted without hesitation, unleashing twelve Talismans again, raising a brightly glowing Great Shield.

"Idiot!"

But a sneer came from ahead. Even though the old Daoist was known for his patient cultivation, he couldn’t help but feel an uncontrollable rage boiling within. Several lights of golden light congregated in his hand, he waved to dispel the Great Shield and was about to kill Li Xiangping with a Spell.

Just as the Great Shield dispersed, the old Daoist’s pupils reflected a pure and mighty white light.

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Li Xuanxuan paced back and forth restlessly in the courtyard, the Family Head Li Xiangping had been gone for an entire night, and the people stationed at Lidao Entrance also claimed they had not seen any anomaly of white light.

"The agreement was to release the Taiyin Profound Light and then retreat back home. It shouldn’t have taken more than a few hours in total!"

Watching the slowly rising dawn, Li Xuanxuan’s unease grew stronger, almost forcing him to dash out the door to investigate the situation at the Wan Family.

The golden streaks of light flashing in the eastern sky the night before had gone out after just a quarter of an hour. Li Xuanxuan stood alone on the top of Lijing Mountain, facing the night wind, clenching his fists tightly.

"If it’s the worst-case scenario."

Li Xuanxuan’s eyes were slightly red as one name after another flashed through his mind.

"Li Yesheng, Li Qiuyang, Chen Erniu..."

Li Tongya was still at Guanyun Peak, Li Xiangping’s life and death were unknown, and now the only person from the Li Family’s direct lineage in charge was thirteen-year-old Li Xuanxuan. Below him was Li Xuanfeng, who was just seven years old, and Li Xuanling was even younger at five years old.

"Young Master!"

A soft call awakened Li Xuanxuan, and when the youth lifted his head, his face was already full of smiles, saying warmly,

"Uncle Yesheng? What’s the matter?"

"I’ve searched Meichi Mountain and Lijing Mountain several times but couldn’t find the Family Head..."

Li Yesheng stroked his beard, speaking in a low voice with furrowed brows.

He had also seen the golden glow on the horizon last night and was just about to report to Li Xiangping, but after searching back and forth twice, he couldn’t find Li Xiangping anywhere.

"My uncle suddenly had a premonition last night and has already gone into seclusion to prepare for a breakthrough,"

Li Xuanxuan explained softly with a slight smile, looking into Li Yesheng’s eyes.

"I see!"

Li Yesheng finally understood and laughed,

"Is the Family Head in secluded cultivation at the backyard of Lijing Mountain this time?"

Li Xuanxuan’s heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged as he responded,

"Exactly."

Li Yesheng nodded, deftly changing the subject and reported the village matters of the last few days to Li Xuanxuan before retiring.

Watching Li Yesheng leave the mountain, Li Xuanxuan slowly sat down in the main seat of the courtyard, sitting stern-faced in the empty courtyard, his face grim as he gazed towards the horizon.

Down the mountain.

Li Yesheng hurried into the yard, took off his outer robe, handed it to a servant who came to greet him, and called out with a furrowed brow,

"Li Xiewen!"

As there was no response in the courtyard, Li Yesheng then remembered that Li Xiewen had been sent by Li Xiangping to the Lidao Entrance.

Looking at the few people who had come up around the courtyard, Li Yesheng took the tea bowl handed to him and took a seat in the main chair, saying in a deep voice,

"Has there been any news from Li Qiuyang?"

"None."

After taking a sip of tea, Li Yesheng’s brows furrowed tightly as he asked in a deep voice,

"Did the Wan Family send anyone to ask for help today?"

"Reporting to the Steward, not yet."

Li Yesheng’s expression suddenly became grave. Looking towards the few people sitting below him, he spoke in a barely audible whisper,

"Has the main family... sent anyone to take control of the clan soldiers?"

Seeing the several people shaking their heads, Li Yesheng let out a long sigh, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

"I’m overthinking it."