Cultivation in a Family: Starting as a Reincarnation of a Core Formation Master

Zhao Caiwei looked at Da Han, who had a simple and honest face, and shook her head, saying, "Da Han, even if he doesn't want it, I won't give it to you."

"Take my advice: stop thinking about unrealistic things, reduce your financial support to your family, save up more spirit stones, and then marry an honest and simple ordinary girl. That's all you need."

Da Han chuckled: "I think you're pretty honest and straightforward."

"Pfft!" Zhao Caiwei couldn't help but laugh, then changed her mind and said, "From now on, you're not allowed to say you like me."

"Why?"

Da Han scratched his head. If the other person can't accept it, how could he not allow himself to like it?

"Because your liking makes me seem cheap."

After saying that, Zhao Caiwei ignored him and left, leaving Da Han standing there dumbfounded. He twisted his slender waist and turned to leave.

The next day.

Li Chengxuan officially began his career as a talisman-drawing artist in Qinghefang City.

Firstly, in terms of skill, his actual talisman-making skills had already reached the edge of the first-tier top-grade level, but out of caution, he only displayed the middle-grade level.

Therefore, his minimum monthly task was to draw ten mid-grade talismans. As long as he completed them, he could receive a basic salary.

Of course, among the talisman masters in the Treasure Pavilion, whether they are from the Li family or not, very few only receive a basic salary; they earn more for drawing more talismans.

In addition, he must set aside one day each month to teach talisman apprentices.

Finally, all the talisman masters in the treasure pavilion, including Li Defu, could be consulted by him at any time if he wished, and all the methods of drawing talismans were unconditionally open to him.

And so, Li Chengxuan began his leisurely life in the market town, focusing primarily on cultivation and secondarily on drawing talismans.

......

the other side.

Outside Qinghefang Market, in an inconspicuous manor.

Liu Qingmeng was shrouded in a black robe, and a young cultivator sitting next to him was trembling.

Upon closer inspection, the young man bore a striking resemblance to Li Defu.

At this moment, he was sitting on one side of the chair, with large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

He had personally witnessed the black-robed cultivator's methods; he was a ruthless killer.

"What did Li Defu say in his reply? Why hasn't he come yet?"

Liu Qingmeng changed his voice, speaking in a hoarse tone.

"Senior... my father wrote to say that Baolou is very busy lately and will not be coming for the time being."

The young man said nervously.

"No way, you're his own son. If his own son invites him, how could the father not come?"

Liu Qingmeng's tone was unfriendly, and he was slightly suspicious. Was the other party putting on an act?

"How could that be, senior? I'm under your watchful eye even when I go to the toilet. How could I possibly have the chance to say anything out of line? Besides, you've read the letter and there's definitely nothing wrong with it."

The young man said tremblingly, fearing that this god of death would kill him on the spot.

"No, what went wrong? Could it be that Li Defu doesn't care about you as his son? But if he didn't care, why would he have secretly come here to stay and even bought you a courtyard right next to Qinghefang Market?"

Liu Qingmeng shook his head, seemingly lost in thought.

After a long while.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.

"No way, you're not Li Defu's son?"

......

"Yes, that child is not mine."

Inside the Li Jiabao Building in Qinghefang Market, Li Defu spoke frankly.

"Elder, this..."

Lee Seung-gu was slightly taken aback.

Several years ago, not long after Li Defu arrived in Qinghefang, he found a young man surnamed Zhang and told him that the young man was the other party's illegitimate son, asking him to keep it a secret and to settle him properly outside the market.

This matter was kept secret, and only he and Li Dehai in the Li family knew about it. How come it's not like that now?

"Since ancient times, offspring have always been a cultivator's Achilles' heel. Rather than letting the opponent find the real weakness, it's better to create a fake one first. It's just a pity that now we're going to lose them."

Li Defu felt a pang of emotion and sighed heavily.

......

"Fuck you, you really aren't."

After listening to what the young man said, Liu Qingmeng suddenly realized.

He was no fool for being able to cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage. After listening to the young man's account of how he met Li Defu and considering Li Defu's reply, he was certain that the young man was not Li Defu's son at all.

What illegitimate child? It's all just a smokescreen.

"No, I am my father's long-lost child, no."

The young man quickly denied it, but his voice grew softer and softer.

Several years ago, he was just a low-level rogue cultivator in Qinghefang City. One day, Li Defu found him and said that he was the other party's illegitimate son who had been living away from home.

He didn't believe it at first, but Li Defu gave him ten spirit stones on the spot, so he believed it and called Li Dehai his father. From then on, he lived a fairly good life for a few years.

Until the arrival of this black-robed monk, he was completely exposed for what he truly was.

At this moment, Liu Qingmeng was extremely agitated. He felt like a joke, as if the entire Liu family had been played by Li Defu.

From the moment Liu Qingshan reported this situation, the entire Liu family believed it without a doubt, thinking they had grasped Li Defu's weakness. Little did they expect that it was actually a fake.

"Senior...since I'm not Li Defu's child, can I leave now?"

The young man said timidly.

"Come on, I'll go after your mother's head."

Liu Qingmeng flew into a rage, unleashing a fierce aura. In an instant, a black light flashed.

The young man opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and he fell heavily to the ground.

In the final moments of his life, he thought of that afternoon when he first met Li Dehai, and how he should have not been greedy for those ten spirit stones.

"Click"

As the young man died, a sudden sound came from underground.

Then, with another loud "boom," the formation hidden underground was fully activated.

A first-tier, top-grade formation: the Blood Rift Formation.

This formation is quite peculiar; it is not open to the outside but only to the inside. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators trapped inside risk death.

"Hold!"

Liu Qingmeng looked up at the sky and let out a long roar, revealing a hint of determination.

......

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

A major event occurred in the Li family that year: they reached a cooperation agreement with the Huanhua Sword Sect.

The Li family, through Wang Han, a deacon of the Yunxia Sect, went through the path of the deputy sect leader and obtained the Yunxia Sect's approval before officially reaching a cooperation agreement.

The construction of the Huanhua Sword Sect's stronghold in Yuezhou (formerly) was undertaken by the Li family as the general contractor, with the Huang and Zhou families subcontracting the work.

The three families split the profits: the Li family took 50%, the Huang family took 30%, and the Zhou family took 20%.

The reason for bringing in the other two companies is...

First, the Li family's strength is insufficient. The Li family is already short of manpower. Rather than hiring a large number of unaffiliated cultivators who are difficult to manage, it would be better to involve the other two families in the project.

Secondly, it also requires the cooperation of all three families to establish connections and gain the approval of the Yunxia Sect. This way, even if the Yunxia Sect later reneges on its promises, there will be two more people to take responsibility.

Third, to further win over allies while isolating the Liu family, which is also why the Zhou family was brought in. The Yang family was originally included, but refused due to their own reasons.

Of course, this cooperation has nothing to do with Li Chengxuan at the moment; he spends his days cultivating and drawing talismans.

On this day, in the talisman room.

Li Chengxuan stopped writing, and a flash of red light appeared before his eyes, and a fire serpent talisman on the table took shape.

With a success rate of 90%, my talisman-making skills should have reached the top level of the first tier, which is quite impressive in the entire Qinghe Market.

He immediately felt that the surface was very smooth, and then drew several more talismans before finishing his work and leaving.

As soon as I came out, I saw a kind-looking man standing outside the courtyard, looking around.