Starting with a Family System to Become an Immortal Official-Chapter 62: Dealing with Feisty Ladies

The next morning.

Li Qingmu sat cross-legged on the porch.

His robes were half-open as his fingers traced invisible patterns in the air as the translucent blue system panels hovered before his eyes.

He was scrolling through cultivation insights, rewards logs and technique descriptions. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

He read with quiet focus.

Behind him, the swish-swish of a broom sounded far too enthusiastic for the hour.

It was little Li Zimo who was barely taller than the broom handle she was given. She swept the courtyard with tiny and furious strokes as sweat beaded on her forehead as her cheeks puffed out unhappily.

"I don’t wanna do this anymore!"

She suddenly declared as she planted the broom like a spear and glared at her father’s back.

"I’m not even taller than this stupid broom, and I have to sweep the whole yard? It’s not fair! Ever since we came here, it’s always me and Er-er doing all the chores while Father just sits there tapping on... on nothing! Is he crazy in the mornings or what?"

Li Qingmu didn’t turn.

He only flicked to the next panel with an idle finger.

Nearby, Li Er knelt by the wooden washbasin, sleeves rolled high as he scrubbed their father’s robes and bedsheets with calm, methodical motions.

Soap suds slid down his thin arms as he wrung out a heavy outer robe.

He didn’t pause or complain.

Zimo stomped over as the broom dragged behind her like a defeated enemy.

"Er-er, aren’t you mad? Our mothers never EVER make us work like this!"

Li Er dipped the robe into the rinse bucket.

Splash! Splash!

The water sloshed gently.

"That’s because they pamper us. We can’t expect Father to do the same."

Zimo groaned dramatically.

"Still unfair..."

She flopped the broom across the stones.

Li Qingmu just ignored them.

[Ding! Host has successfully impregnated primary wife Zhen Rou once more!]

[Here are your rewards!]

‣ Sword-Tyrant Fusion Arts Secret Manual

It contains two supreme techniques.

‣ Mystical Sword Intent Manual

It’s compatible with his Tyrant Sword Formation Art.

Li Qingmu’s brows lifted slightly.

He tapped the confirmation glyph.

[You’ve successfully equipped the manuals!]

From Sword Tyrant Fusion Arts Secret Manual.

[Tyrant King Subjugation Palm acquired!]

A technique that manifests the full palm power of his Nine Heavens Tyrant Physique.

[Tyrant King Arms of War acquired!]

It condenses tyrant energy and one’s martial prowess into an endless armory of spiritual weapons.

From Mystical Sword Intent Manual.

[Six Strokes to Nirvana acquired!]

A mystical sword technique that performs six power sword strike that grows stronger with each slash until it seals every layer of the target’s cultivation.

It may be executed with a tyrant sword.

But the power is amplified a hundredfold when used through his Asura Annihilation Sword.

A low hum of approval escaped his throat.

"Not bad..."

He groaned a little.

"If only there were a way to keep proper track of all these arts. I’ll have descendants one day so I can’t just forget these and let my lineage down."

[I have organized Host’s abilities into a new format for ease of reference and future inheritance.]

A new panel unfolded before him.

[Name: Li Qingmu]

[Lifespan: 22 / 830]

[Race: Mortal]

[Cultivation: Early Heaven-Dao Golden Core]

[Spirit Root: Water (Violet), Fire (Emerald), Wood (Yellow)]

[Equipment: Asura Annihilation Sword, Heavenly Water Immortal Bone, Chaos Core, Map of the Nine Mountains]

That and all resources of the Li Clan settlement.

[Physique: Dragon Fertility Dao Body, Nine Heavens Tyrant Body (Saint Body Realm)]

[Daoist Magic: Heaven-Drowning Warship]

[Martial Prowess: Universe Footwork, Hidden Shadow Step, Sword-Tyrant Fusion Arts, Tyrant Sword Art, Tyrant Sword Formation Art]

[Mystical Prowess: Tyrant Gluttony Art, Myriad Souls Chaos Prison, Six Strokes to Nirvana]

Li Qingmu scanned it with an appreciative smile.

Suddenly he remembered Song Yan’s face.

The cold moonlight on her proud cheekbones.

How she flew away without a word last night.

It’d been two years since he’d seen her beautiful face so he didn’t know how to act.

He exhaled softly as he stroked his chin.

『I was too stunned to chase after her... fool. She’s quite angry—she has every right to be. But I know exactly how to melt that beautiful peacock’s frost.』

He smiled mischievously and rose to his feet.

"You two... finish up the chores and prepare your supper while I go visit a friend."

Li Zimo squeezed her face bitterly.

"Heeeeh? Since when does Father have frie—"

Thwack!

Li Er’s palm lightly chopped the top of her head.

"Safe journey, Father."

He bowed over the wash bucket.

Li Qingmu chuckled as he ruffled both their heads in passing and walked out the gate.

Just beyond the courtyard path.

The stunning Chen Yuling made her way down the stone paths that led to his place.

"I don’t know how he’d feel if I asked him..."

She pressed her thigh meats together to try and keep her aching peach warm.

But that’s when she noticed Li Qingmu calmly stepping down the mounting path.

Chen Yuling held her crotch and sighed.

"It wouldn’t be wise to ask him..."

She bit her lower lip.

━ ━ ━ ━

Fenghuang Peak.

At the peak master’s secluded abode.

This is Grand Elder Song Yan’s private palace.

Disciples in flowing scarlet robes stood guard.

At their forefront was Gu Jiayue.

The beautiful but feisty tomboy with sun-kissed skin and a sword across her back.

The instant she saw Li Qingmu her sword was already out of her blade and right in his face.

"Pervert! Heartbreaker! You have no place here in Grand Elder Song’s abode after what you did! Disappear right now or face the consequences!"

"Uh-huh..."

Li Qingmu didn’t even listen to her and used Hidden Shadow Step to vanish.

He reappeared behind the entire line of disciples and waved lazily without looking back.

"No time to play, manly Jiayue."

Gu Jiayue’s teeth ground audibly.

"Manly...?"

She has two springy cannons on her chest.

And yet he used the "manly" word on her.

Everyone in the sect knew Gu Jiayue hated that.

Just because she wore a spirit-refined chestplate didn’t make her any less of a woman.

"You—!"

She lunged as her sword qi flashed.

Li Qingmu paused at the ornate double doors to Song Yan’s chambers and flashed a roguish grin.

"Do anything stupid and I promise I’ll touch you somewhere inappropriate."

Gu Jiayue’s tanned face exploded red like chili.

『Eeeee, this scoundrel!』

Her foot, already raised for the strike, hooked mid-air.

She froze like a statue as her sword trembled.

Li Qingmu pushed the doors open and slipped inside.

Behind him, a defeated Gu Jiayue gripped her sword hilt until her knuckles ached.

"Curse you, Li Qingmu...!"

Within the chamber, incense smoke curled lazily.

Song Yan sat upon her ornate phoenix throne.

She wore those tight red robes that always made it seem like her curves would burst out.

When the doors opened and Li Qingmu strolled in she couldn’t hide her irritated look.

"So now you don’t even knock?"

She barely ever spoke to him in an icy tone.

Other times she always sounded like a sweet auntie.

But not anymore.

『This child doesn’t deserve it!』

She scoffed and tossed her long hair.

"Or were you so eager to come beg after realizing how ungrateful you’ve been?"

Li Qingmu shut the doors with a soft click.

"Enough."

Song Yan gasped at his arrogance.

The motion made her full breasts bounce beneath silk and draw his eye for the barest instant.

"You dare speak to your elder like that?"

From his space ring, a jade pill bottle manifested and floated toward her on a thread of qi.

"Stop complaining and take this."

Song Yan’s expression turned frostier.

"No wonder you’re so shamelessly arrogant."

She slapped the bottle away with a flick of her wrist.

It spun through the air and smacked Li Qingmu square in the forehead with a loud thunk!

He caught it before it fell and sighed like an old man with fifty beautiful daughters.

"This isn’t some ordinary pill you can just bat away as you wish, woman. It’s rare."

She lifted her chin haughtily.

"I’m from the Lower Heaven Realms, little boy."

She held her bobbing chest higher.

"You presume to lecture me on rarity?"

Li Qingmu grunted.

"This woman..."

He stepped forward quickly to try and press the bottle into her delicate hand.

"Just look at it, will you?"

Song Yan redirected his arm with an elegant palm then swung the other to swat him.

『I’ll discipline this misbehaving child!』

Maybe then he’ll listen to what she says and wants.

He sidestepped with Universe Footwork and caught her slender wrist mid-swing.

"Even if I plucked the sun from the sky for you, you still wouldn’t let yourself be moved, would you?"

She slammed her free palm into his chest to shove him back with ease.

"As if your pitiful cultivation could handle the sun."

"Tch."

Li Qingmu danced around her next strike to try and slip the bottle into her grip again.

She body-checked him.

He dodged, tried once more.

She parried with flowing palm arts.

The way she moved and spun was beautiful.

It always made her hefty hips twist while her delicate rear and pillowy breasts tremor deliciously.

They moved through the chamber as they fought.

Song Yan attacked with graceful palms.

And Li Qingmu evaded effortlessly while stubbornly attempting to deliver his gift.

"Why are you so hard to please?"

He laughed breathlessly as he smoothly ducked under a sweeping strike.

"Hard to please?"

She sent a double palm thrust at his chest.

"I am the most beloved lady in this sect not some street girl you can buy with trinkets!"

Another two palm strikes flew.

He blocked with crossed arms but the shockwave rippled outward powerfully.

CRACK!

That shattered the pill bottle in his hand.

A single pale-golden pill dropped softly onto the carpet between them.

Song Yan froze mid-form.

Her phoenix eyes were the widest they’d ever been.

"What is this?"