Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 809: Zhao Tingyu

Frost Prefecture.

A brutal conflict raged on the earth below as cultivators from rival factions fought with savage intensity. Suddenly, a wave of pure dread washed over every combatant.

The sounds of battle died away as everyone looked toward the sky. They could feel the suffocating pressure of two powerful Void Refining auras approaching—one fleeing in desperation, the other pursuing with lethal intent.

Only after those heavy, swamp-like presences vanished into the horizon did the warriors, now soaked in a cold sweat, find the courage to continue their mutual slaughter.

"Who is this person? Why are they hunting me so relentlessly?"

Zhao Tingyu, a man with elegant and handsome features, swung his saber forward with a heavy strike.

A crack in reality opened before him; he plunged into the rift and reappeared a vast distance away in an instant.

Despite this successful escape, Zhao Tingyu’s face remained dark and troubled.

His Divine Soul informed him that even though he was suppressing his aura and constantly altering his path, the presence of that zombie behind him remained attached to his trail like a lingering curse!

"Who are you? Reveal yourself!!"

Zhao Tingyu let out a roar of pure frustration.

In this era of upheaval, the Zhao Clan was governed by six Clan Elders; three oversaw domestic matters while the other three handled external affairs.

Since Zhao Tingyu had regained his Void Refining cultivation, he had spent his time traveling the world for his family, searching for the resources needed to sustain their million-strong clan.

Because the Imperial Capital's Immortal Suppression Pavilion kept a close watch on all cultivators at the Divinity Transformation realm and above, he was forced to move in shadows and act with extreme care.

Even when the Zhao Clan established itself in the Duravia Trade Prefecture, he stayed in the wilderness, hunting for spirit mines and rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

Three months prior, a conflict had erupted between his kin and the Azure Cloud Li Clan, prompting an urgent summons for his return.

Yet, at that exact moment, a figure in black robes—part living man, part zombie—began to hunt him without saying a single word!

Regardless of his tactics or his speed, that individual managed to stay right behind him.

Three months had passed. The silent pursuer followed him like a predator playing with its prey, launching occasional attacks. To describe him as a persistent leech would be an understatement.

"It’s coming again!"

A hand made of blood tore through the void, reaching out to grab Zhao Tingyu.

"Who are you? What is the meaning of this grudge?!"

The long blade in Zhao Tingyu’s grip was a powerful Dharma Treasure.

He swung it, and just like his previous movement, a black spatial tear cut through the sky, stretching toward the horizon.

But then...

Right where the space had been cleaved, the black-robed figure materialized clearly.

A crimson Sea of Blood boiled behind the figure. The saber strike had hit its mark, cutting the pursuer's body diagonally in half.

However, as blood from the sea behind him surged into the wound, the severed halves began to sprout twitching fleshy threads, knitting the body back together instantly.

The adversary continued to watch him in silence. But this time, the man actually smiled and spoke for the first time in three months.

"We are almost there."

...

"You lunatic!"

Zhao Tingyu turned his head and fled immediately.

The cultivation technique this person used was clearly identical to the one practiced by Fairy Bai.

While Zhao’s saber could cut through anything, he feared this type of infinite spiritual power—opponents who were nearly impossible to kill quickly.

This was particularly dangerous because his own techniques required a massive expenditure of Qi!

Once more, he used a spatial rift to escape.

Zhao Tingyu checked his surroundings.

Ahead of him lay a massive range of mountains and thick forests that served as the border between the two prefectures.

Once he passed those peaks, he would enter the Duravia Trade Prefecture.

"Just wait until I reach the clan. With our three Old Ancestors there, we will make sure this person dies in our Duravia Trade Prefecture!"

Zhao Tingyu ground his teeth, though a flicker of anxiety crossed his mind.

Zhao Wan had perished in the Imperial Capital, and his family was already at war with the Li Clan.

Three months ago, the clan had begged him to return quickly, and that was the very moment this madman had targeted him.

Although the clan believed the Li family had no Void Refining cultivators, he couldn't help but suspect a deep connection between his pursuer and the Li Clan—as if the attacker was doing everything possible to delay his homecoming.

But he was at his limit.

After three months of constant flight, he lacked a Sea of Blood to replenish his spiritual reserves endlessly.

If he didn't stop running soon, he feared his journey would end at the Yellow Springs!

Past those high mountains was the Duravia Trade Prefecture; the clan's Grotto-Heaven was close by.

Yet, the closer he got, the more a strange sense of dread filled Zhao Tingyu’s heart.

"Just a bit further. Once I am home, every problem can be fixed. Faster, I must go faster!"

After years of working abroad, Zhao Tingyu had never felt such a desperate urge to return, his heart like an arrow flying toward its mark.

He could already feel the collective auras of the cultivators in the Duravia Trade Prefecture and the resonance of his own bloodline.

If he could just make it back, he could join his family to fight the threat posed by the Azure Cloud Li Clan.

Finally, he crossed the mountain range that bordered the Duravia Trade Prefecture.

Ten immortal peaks came into view—the home of the Ethereal Immortal Sect, a Void Refining power allied with his clan. Grand Elder Puci was stationed there!

Just as Zhao Tingyu’s expression brightened, intending to call out for help, a blinding light flared from the Ethereal Immortal Sect, and the smile on his face slowly turned to ice.

He saw Grand Elder Puci, but he also saw those ten rotating immortal mountains and the Grand Elder’s Void Refining spiritual power being unleashed!

"Ethereal Immortal Techniques."

"Suppress!"

As Grand Elder Puci completed his hand seals, the ten immortal mountains shattered the space within a ten-mile radius.

In a burst of light, ten divine statues holding whisks appeared, and Zhao Tingyu was instantly dragged into the Void Refining Space!