Family Management Game In Immortal Continent Chapter 856: What The Li Clan Truly Is

Dongfang Liancheng spent his entire career as a commander, but he could never have pictured himself reduced to such a pitiful condition right now.

He hadn't expected Li Tianyue to unleash such a fierce retaliation, or for her followers to act with such incredible speed.

These warriors charged ahead without any fear of dying—this was indeed the final force in the Eastern Border ready to fight a genuine battle.

He scanned his surrounding generals; every one of them wore a look of doubt, their determination clearly starting to falter.

However, beyond them, the group of officers under Tang Miao's command simply watched as if they were outsiders.

In a twist of fate, fully eighty percent of the troops assembled here came from their own side.

"Old General." Tang Miao noticed the doubt flickering in Dongfang Liancheng's gaze.

He squinted his eyes a bit.

"Issue the command, please. General Yue has lost her mind. If we wait any more, I'm afraid even more troops will get influenced by what she's saying."

His words had barely finished when the others in the group voiced their support, one by one.

Considering the balance—eighty percent of the Eastern Border's strength on one hand, versus Li Tianyue's battle-hardened veterans on the other.

The crisis was at hand.

Dongfang Liancheng heaved a deep breath and was on the verge of gesturing for the order.

Down on the field, Li Tianyue lifted her right arm just a touch, her eyes brimming with sorrow.

All along, she had been offering Dongfang Liancheng an opportunity.

If he retained any fondness for his former comrades, he ought to have turned over Tang Miao and his allies much earlier.

But sadly, that didn't happen!

"Seize them!" Dongfang Liancheng signaled the assault with a wave, already averting his face, unwilling to witness it.

"Understood, sir!"

Under Tang Miao's lead, the swarm of soldiers returned to their positions with menacing smirks.

They had felt completely relaxed all along; they were certain Dongfang Liancheng would back them up!

They represented the real rulers of this Eastern Border, and all of it was theirs to claim!

In a flash, the arrays sprang to life.

Volleys of arrows charged with Spiritual power streaked down like shooting stars, lighting up the heavens as they targeted Li Tianyue's army!

"Old General!!!"

Still, about a dozen soldiers stayed put, dropping to their knees in front of Dongfang Liancheng.

They could only pray that this Old General, who always put the big picture first, would halt the killing of the faithful.

But regretfully, the only thing rising firm and heavy was that massive, suffocating pressure.

"Hahaha!"

All at once, a booming laugh echoed through the air.

Dongfang Liancheng creased his forehead as he caught sight of a golden glow far off, speeding in from the Northern Border's direction.

It turned out to be Li Kuangren, the same individual who had sharply confronted him back in the Military Administration Hall!

...

Conflict had erupted, just as expected.

Li Kuangren stared at the execution area, now battered by surges of Spiritual power.

His aunt's followers were deploying arrays to hold off the assault, with nonstop blasts ringing out.

With eyes as chilly as frost, he navigated the turmoil like it was deserted territory, landing right in front of Dongfang Liancheng.

Confronting this Old General who had defended the Eastern Border across three centuries, Li Kuangren offered zero deference.

"Old fool, I suggest you order your men to halt right now."

"Insolence!!!"

A general roared back at Li Kuangren, only to get silenced instantly by Dongfang Liancheng.

Observing the mocking expression on Li Kuangren's features, Dongfang Liancheng cast his eyes toward the fight below.

His heart skipped a beat abruptly.

"Li Kuangren, what do you intend by this?"

"Three hundred years of watching over the Eastern Border must have muddled your thoughts.

For your precious 'greater picture,' you've lost the ability to tell good from evil—so I'll do it for you!

Since my aunt can't get fairness from you here, my Li family will take it into our own hands!

To you, my Li Clan means less than this worthless crowd, so today, I'll show you exactly what the Li Clan stands for!"

These words hit Dongfang Liancheng like a thunderbolt, draining the color from his face in shock.

The Li Clan dominated the Southern Border. Should they call in the Wu Clan from the south and spark an uprising, it would spell utter disaster.

Yet that couldn't be.

The Li Clan had proven steadfast and patriotic time and again.

Prefecture Lord Li Dalong and the rest of the Li family valued their country and land more than anything.

If that weren't true, he never would have moved against Li Tianyue today!

With this realization, Dongfang Liancheng exhaled in relief and gave a wry smile.

"Young Kuangren, this old man never wanted it to reach this point, but your aunt won't listen to logic.

That said, don't worry—your aunt remains safe.

I'll escort her to the Imperial Capital for judgment.

I'll petition the Capital to weigh her previous achievements; worst case, they'll just remove her from her post.

You have to see that this old man..."

"I don't see it."

Li Kuangren's features hardened with icy anger.

"You're still holding onto delusions. Do you really think that since we're honorable, you can trample us?"

"You..."

Dongfang Liancheng wanted to continue, but a soldier's urgent call cut him off.

"Report, Old General! Word from the Ministry of War in the Imperial Capital!"

"Old General! Word from the Crown Prince and the Imperial Preceptor!"

"Fourth Prince... The Fourth Prince has struck!

His follower, the White Qilin, has vowed that even if a million soldiers fall, they'll save General Yue and her men and return them to Duskwild Prefecture!"

"...."

Each update in sequence wiped Dongfang Liancheng's thoughts clean.

Li Kuangren let out a series of cold sneers.

...

Far up in the Heavenly Palace.

Li Yuanshang gripped the ancestral spirit tablet dangling from his neck, his facial muscles twitching fiercely.

"Don't worry, Old Ancestor. How could High Ancestor Tianyue let herself get pushed around by Dongfang Liancheng and his bunch of scum?

I'll curse his lineage back eight generations!

If High Ancestor Tianyue takes even a tiny injury, just say the word, Old Ancestor, and this one will force the whole Eastern Border to scrape by on weeds!"

With that, he released the tablet.

Li Yuanshang was soaked in perspiration, his frame shaking uncontrollably.

For years, he'd known of High Ancestor Tianyue's legendary status in the Eastern Border.

The High Ancestor's fame spread across the realm; she served as an idol for the youth of his generation.

Countless offspring in his family had dreamed since childhood of emulating High Ancestor Tianyue—safeguarding their territory and serving the realm.

Yet who would've guessed that the High Ancestor endured such hardship in the Eastern Border!

Soon after, a cluster of robed bureaucrats rushed in, utterly frantic.

They hailed from the Ministry of War.

They'd gotten wind of the border incident long ago, and they realized this major trader from the Imperial Capital had stormed in, seething.

The Ministry of War couldn't cross too many influential figures.

For arms, supplies, healing elixirs, protective charms... all war essentials, they relied on external aid.

As soon as they faced Li Yuanshang, all the Ministry of War bureaucrats forced on obsequious, toadying grins.

"Isn't this Nephew Yuanshang? I..."

"Who the hell is your nephew?"

Their faces twisted in alarm.

Li Yuanshang frequently shared feasts and talks with these lofty officials, always keeping up a polished, courteous front.

They'd never witnessed his fury erupt like a beast's before.

Li Yuanshang squeezed his narrow eyes into thin lines.

"Fine. Excellent. My Li Clan Chamber of Commerce and the Hall of Heavenly Principles fork over heaps of taxes to you each year.

Word is, most ends up in your Ministry of War's pockets.

I never complain about how you blow my tax silver, but now you're turning it against my High Ancestor?"

"This..." The bureaucrats went ghostly white.

"Nephew Yuanshang, it's your High Ancestor who's staging the revolt..."

"Revolt?!!"

Li Yuanshang exploded in wrath.

He swung his leg out, slamming into the loose-tongued Ministry of War official.

The fellow probably had some fighting prowess, but he wouldn't even try to evade.

He sailed back three meters from the impact, as the rest sweated bullets.

Li Yuanshang raged on, "Revolt, my foot! Don't imagine that fancy uniform protects you around me. Peeling it off your hide would cost me one sentence!"

"My relative is Min Nantian. Don't make me drag him in. Dispatch the order now—I demand Dongfang Liancheng holds back, and all the culprits get their due!"

"This..." The bureaucrats' looks soured.

Min Nantian led the Min Clan.

If he decided to end them, they'd have no refuge to beg for mercy.

"What are you waiting for?" Li Yuanshang pretended to lunge with another kick, sending the bunch reeling away.

"Why aren't you scurrying off to deliver that message yet?!"