Family Cultivation: I Become a Mirror-Chapter 104 - 100 Unavoidable

Li Xiangping quietly sat by the fire, the bright red glow casting a golden red hue on his cheeks. His leather clothing was tattered, his expression weary, and the sweat on his legs slightly curled from the heat, yet he stared intently at the taro in the fire pit.

These past days, fleeing east and west, he had nearly died at the hands of Qi Cultivators several times, had grown accustomed to countless farewells of life and death, had killed many Shanyue unit generals, stirring those people to assault the Great Jue Court.

Li Xiangping's countenance no longer held the leisurely air of the deep courtyard of a great house but had regained a crude earthiness. The days of blood and fire had forged him an iron-blooded presence, making him more and more like Ganixi.

"My Lord!"

Ahuelar still hadn't corrected his form of address and even led a crowd of Shanyue, including Li Qiuyang and Chen Donghe, astray, howling and calling him My Lord.

"That Mu Jiaoman went to Witch Mountain, who knows what he's up to!"

The leather armor on Chen Donghe's arm was broken, revealing a deep red wound, his body covered in mud and black blood, holding a map and pondering, tracing the routes and patterns in the map with his finger, and opened his mouth with a heavy expression:

"My Lord, please be extremely careful!"

"You're right!"

Li Xiangping laughed, clenching the translucent pearl at his waist silently, thinking to himself:

"He's most likely going to seek a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, can't delay any longer, have to send this thing home soon."

Li Xiangping fought all the way to the westernmost point, where he glimpsed the transparent Treasure Bead atop an altar of a grand clan. The Mysterious Pearl Talisman Seed in his Sea of Qi Acupoint throbbed inexplicably, and he immediately understood that this item was likely to be connected to his family's Dharma Mirror. Thus, he kept the Treasure Bead close to his body at all times.

Glancing at the grave-faced Chen Donghe, Li Xiangping couldn't help but tease him. He craned his neck narrowly, looking up at him with a smile and said:

"Hey, Donghe, do you fancy my Jingtian? Want me to propose on your behalf?"

In a flash, Chen Donghe's handsome face turned bright red, he looked down at his toes in silence, while Li Qiuyang next to him clutched his belly and laughed loudly. Chen Donghe, annoyed, kicked him, not daring to look at Li Xiangping.

Li Xiangping also shook his head, laughing:

"If Tian'er is willing, I wouldn't object! But my Tian'er must be the principal wife!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Donghe's face flushed hotly, not knowing where to put his hands and feet, and stammered:

"I... I... definitely won't... let down... Tian'er..."

Everyone burst into loud laughter, causing Chen Donghe to wish he could burrow into the ground. Ahuelar, coughing with laughter, cursed:

"We Shanyue would just grab her and make her our lady, not caring about your outsider customs."

"You try?"

Li Xiangping arched his brow with a smile, scaring Ahuelar into pleading for mercy; Chen Donghe managed a light smile, finally breaking free from his embarrassment.

The fragrant aroma had already spread; Li Xiangping ate carefully, as if he were reminiscing about the days when he was twelve or thirteen, sneaking and eating roasted taro by the pit with his elder brother Li Changhu. Back then, he was just a kid, and Li Changhu always thought of ways to find him something to eat.

Beside him, Li Qiuyang cautiously looked around, guarding against the eagle eyes in the sky, his gaze towards Li Xiangping filled with deep reverence.

Li Xiangping had led them out of so many desperate situations, bringing incredible victories. Just as the Shanyue believed Ganixi was the child of destiny, the clan soldiers under Li Xiangping alike believed their Family Head was unbeatable.

Everyone's gaze focused on Li Xiangping, but he suddenly put down the taro in his hands and became stunned.

The Evading Death and Extending Life Talisman Qi that had emerged countless times in his mind signaling danger, suddenly shone brightly, an intense sense of danger emerging. Li Xiangping vaguely saw himself collapsing to the ground, coughing up blood, surrounded by cries for help and wailing.

"I am going to die, unavoidable, inescapable."

A chill rushed from his spine to his head; Li Xiangping muttered, snatched the map from Chen Donghe's hand, picked up a piece of still hot charcoal from the pit, thought for a brief moment with his eyes closed, and began marking on the map.

"My Lord!"

Chen Donghe, startled and at a loss, quickly knelt down, looking at him worriedly.

After finishing his markings, Li Xiangping stuffed a crystal clear bead into his chest, then quickly and urgently said with a heavy voice:

"After my death, Mu Jiaoman will surely send reinforcements. Follow this route and return to the east!"

Before Chen Donghe could speak up, Li Xiangping, gritting his teeth, said in a low voice:

"No matter what, you must get this Treasure Bead to Li Tongya!"

"Everyone!"

Li Xiangping stood up, ignoring Chen Donghe still stunned below him, and spoke out loud:

"After my death, you all must follow Donghe back to the east, and not linger in this place..."

Li Qiuyang and the others were at a loss upon hearing this, but then they saw Li Xiangping's voice growing fainter, as he softly collapsed onto the ground. They hurriedly shouted:

"My Lord!"

"Family Head!"

Li Xiangping looked up at the sun in the sky, and multiple illusions surfaced in his eyes. The sun seemed to gently drop a piece, falling down like a meteor before him.

The piece crackled with sparks right as it landed in his chest, burning so fiercely that it distorted his face and blurred his sight. He had once roasted a Shanyue Clan Leader to death with fire, the man fat as a pig, and now that same pain equally extended to himself.

"My Lord!"

Li Xiangping's world darkened, unable to see anything, only feeling someone fling themselves onto his body, and hot tears fall on his cheek. He curved the corners of his mouth slightly, using the last of his strength to let out a soft laugh: