Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

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The morning light slanted in through the window of Chengxia Palace, landing on Li Xiaoyao's brow.

He slowly opened his eyes.

five years.

The quiet room was spotless. The ray of rosy light lingered in his eyes for a moment before slowly dissipating into countless tiny golden rays.

The first divine power, [Royal Heaven of Clouds], has been perfected.

It took five years to go from 45% to 100%.

It's neither fast nor slow.

But Li Xiaoyao knew that these past five years were just a period of digesting the things that the two True Lords had stuffed into his mind when they performed the Dao of Sun and Moon.

If it weren't for that "sun and moon shining together" event, he would be burning incense in gratitude if he could have cultivated his supernatural powers to the fifth level by now.

He stood up, and the stone door to the quiet room opened silently.

The morning breeze outside Chengxia Hall was refreshing, carrying the unique fresh scent of grass and trees from Qixia Peak.

He released his divine sense, instantly enveloping the entire mountain peak—and then he smiled.

The eldest brother sat in the front hall, looking at a pile of jade slips with a troubled expression.

Li Xiaoyao stepped into the front hall and sat down opposite him:

"Big brother."

Li Mutian looked up, paused for a moment, then laughed and scolded, "Finally out of seclusion! I thought you were planning to break through to the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm inside!"

"The mid-term is not that easy."

Li Xiaoyao poured himself a cup of tea. "How's things at home?"

Li Mutian leaned back in his chair, a look of both relief and emotion on his face: "Let's start with the biggest thing—the foundation for Changhu has been laid."

Li Xiaoyao paused, his hand holding the teacup still. "Oh? With his talent, he achieved that on his own?"

"I saved it myself."

Li Mutian's tone was filled with obvious pride: "Thirty years of good deeds, accumulated one grain at a time."

With the help of his second and third brothers who secretly subsidized him, he finally raised enough last year to exchange for a second-tier high-grade [Mysterious Water Jade] and forge the [Returning to the Abyss].

Li Xiaoyao slowly put down his teacup, remained silent for a while, and then smiled.

"Good. That's how the eldest son of the Li family should behave."

He was genuinely happy.

Changhu is the eldest son of the eldest brother. He is over forty years old and his aptitude is only pseudo-spiritual root. He spends most of his time managing internal affairs and has less time for cultivation than his juniors.

In other families, the eldest son would either rely on the family's resources to accumulate wealth or simply give up cultivation to focus on managing affairs.

But Changhu didn't. He saved up on his own, waited on his own, and endured it all by himself.

Thirty years.

"His second and third sons tried to help him, but he still refused to accept it."

Li Mutian shook his head and laughed, "Xiang Ping forced it on him, saying it was a congratulatory gift for his nephew, and that's why he accepted it."

Tongya had someone bring back a piece of water-related material from Chaolitian, which he accepted—saying it was a loan and he would return it later.

Li Xiaoyao chuckled upon hearing this: "You have that kind of personality, just like me."

"What do you mean by taking after me? I wasn't as stubborn as him when I was young."

Li Mutian glared at him, then laughed and said, "But it's good, it's something I earned myself, so I feel at ease."

Although his [Guicangyuan] is not as good as your third-tier top-grade one, it has a more stable foundation.

I've checked, and I'm confident I'll reach the mid-Foundation Establishment stage in the future.

How many children does he have?

"Xuanxuan has reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, with a single water spiritual root; his aptitude is quite good."

"Xuanzhu has a single fire spiritual root, is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, has an impatient nature, and pesters Xiang Ping every day to learn how to fight."

Xiang Ping didn't dare teach her, so he passed the baton to Scarface—Chen Xiaofeng had been training her for half a year, and now her knife skills were quite impressive.

"Where is Xuan Ce?"

Li Mutian paused, his expression softening slightly: "That child has no spiritual root. Last year, Changhu personally sent him to the Mortal Affairs Hall to learn management from Mude."

That kid is quick-witted; he understands the accounts at a glance. Mude said that with a few more years of experience, he could take over his job.

Li Xiaoyao nodded without saying anything.

It is common to have no spiritual roots in cultivation families.

Being able to be assigned to mundane affairs and contribute to the family is already a very good way out.

If Xuan Ce can really manage that mess well, his status in the clan in the future may not be lower than that of a cultivator.

"Where is Xuanling from the Tongya family?"

"Single fire spiritual root, Qi Refining Level 4."

"That boy is a man of few words, but he is a man of deep thoughts. Tongya wrote back saying that he should follow Chijing to Chaolitian for a few years to gain experience and broaden his horizons."

Listening to this, Li Xiaoyao suddenly asked, "How is Chijing?"

Li Mutian's smile faded slightly, and he sighed, "It's still the same. He's been handling everything at Chaolitian's place all by himself, and hasn't come back for five years."

Every time I send him a telepathic message asking if he has a suitable partner, he says he's not in a hurry.

"What did he say?"

"He said, 'The situation is still unstable, and I have no time to worry about personal matters.'" Li Mutian shook his head. "He's been saying that for five years. I think he's determined to follow in your footsteps, his second uncle's footsteps—and remain single."

Li Xiaoyao coughed and said, "I haven't neglected my cultivation."

"No one dares to urge you."

Li Mutian glanced at him sideways, "Looking across the entire Luoxia Realm, who dares to urge you, Shangyuan Zhenren?"

Li Xiaoyao wisely changed the subject: "How many people are in your family now? What about the common folk?"

Li Mutian pulled out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it over: "Take a look for yourself."

Li Xiaoyao scanned with his divine sense—

"Direct lineage cultivators: eighty-three."

"Collateral lineage cultivators: more than 240 people."

"The number of people under his rule is approximately 900,000 (mainly from Luoxia Realm, with a small number from Chaoli Heaven)."

"Undeveloped indigenous population: approximately 400,000 (mainly distributed in remote areas of Luoxiajie)."

"Kaizhi Aboriginal people: more than 3,700 people."

"More than 2,300 new children have been enrolled in the program within five years."

After reading it, he remained silent for a moment.

"It's almost a million."

"That's right," Li Mutian sighed. "In the years since the spiritual energy has recovered, ordinary people have recovered quickly, and the number of cultivators has also increased accordingly."

Fortunately, the "Indigenous People's Intellectual Development Management Measures" that you formulated back then have been revised and improved several times by the children, so now there are rules to follow in managing them.

Li Xiaoyao nodded. The method was a few points he had casually mentioned years ago—registering households, educating and indoctrinating, assessing performance, and rewarding and punishing. His nephews had figured out the details themselves and filled in the blanks, turning it into a thick booklet. Now it seemed to be working.

Are there many troublemakers?

"For the first two years or so," Li Mutian said, "the indigenous people who had been enlightened felt that they were capable and wanted to be on equal footing with us."

Xiang Ping led his men to suppress three groups, killing the most rebellious ones, and the rest became docile. Now everyone follows the rules, paying taxes as required, and those willing to cultivate can enter the academy after passing the examination.

Who is in charge of the school?

"Mude," Li Mutian smiled, "Our cousin is getting old, but I trust him with this matter."

Our own children, the best talents selected from the common people, and the most promising natives—we have a total of over four hundred students.

What I teach is the very basics; anything beyond that depends on individual ability.

As Li Xiaoyao listened, he felt inexplicably at ease.

Nearly a century has passed. From a small family that hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage, they've come to where they are today.

not easy.

"Oh, right," Li Mutian suddenly remembered something, "a decree has arrived from the Immortal Sect."

He took another jade slip from his sleeve and handed it over.

Li Xiaoyao took it, scanned it with his divine sense, and raised an eyebrow.

"A new demiplane?"