Chapter 583: Silver Hook Spirit Thunder (I)
Li Xijun arranged the family matters before reviewing everything that had transpired during his seclusion. There had been no significant issues. The family's income had slightly tightened due to the increasing number of cultivators, but the shortfall was no more than one or two spirit stones—a minor concern.
"Not bad… Brother Xicheng is managing the household with increasing stability," Li Xijun remarked approvingly. Standing at the side of the hall was Chen Donghe, clad in jade armor, his hair entirely white. He had been stuck at the ninth heavenly layer of the Qi Cultivation Realm for years, his swordsmanship gradually reaching a deeper level. However, lacking the confidence to break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, he had devoted more of his time to clan affairs.
The former leader of the Jade Court Guard, Chen Mufeng, had been demoted, leaving the elderly Chen Donghe to take charge. Within the family, only he held the reputation and ability to manage such responsibilities. After reading through the records, Li Xijun suddenly asked, "Has there been an increase in female attendants on Mount Wutu?"
Having been in seclusion for some time, Li Xijun was unaware of Li Ximing's recent progress and found no mention of it in the records. Curious, he asked the question, to which Chen Donghe replied, "Mount Wutu sent the previous attendants down the mountain years ago. No new ones have been brought up since, not even the An Family has been there more than a few times."
Li Xijun was surprised and thought to himself, This Brother Ming! What's gotten into him?
Dismissing the elder, Li Xijun soared into the air and descended onto Mount Wutu.
The fire vein on Mount Wutu had been active for over a decade, gradually stabilizing. Day and night, fiery baleful qi spewed forth, transforming the entire mountain. Vegetation had grown sparse, birds circled warily overhead, and jagged rocks jutted out across the landscape. The atmosphere was stiflingly humid.
Li Xijun broke through the formation and landed at the summit. The mountaintop gleamed with resplendent golden halls, radiating opulence. Before the white jade stairs stood two guards, silently on watch.
"Greetings, Clan Uncle," they said respectfully.