Chapter 801

Nezha was in high spirits and ended the chat.

He looked up to see Li Jing gazing at him; though his expression showed little change, a flicker of anticipation passed through his eyes.

"Here, Father!"

Nezha handed over the cultivation technique.

Li Jing took it, his hands trembling.

This was an ultimate cultivation method.

If they could master it, the Li family would be far more secure.

In today's world, Emperor Xin was tyrannical, persecuting loyal ministers — a fact known to all.

As a minister of the Shang dynasty, Li Jing knew even more secrets, and his worries ran deeper.

How to protect himself had become Li Jing's greatest headache!

From a future perspective, the best course now would be to defect to Xiqi and become a founding hero of the Zhou dynasty; when Zhou divided the realm, the Li family would at least become a feudal lord.

But Li Jing had no ability to divine the heavenly patterns centuries ahead — how could he know Xiqi would win?

Rebellion in ancient times was an extremely risky act; if it failed, it meant total annihilation of nine clans.

Without knowledge of the future's path, Li Jing had only one option — remain loyal, even feigning foolish loyalty to win the court's trust.

This was the helplessness beneath his loyal, honest exterior.

Now, all that would become history.

Once he became a Celestial Immortal, he would join the most powerful few in heaven and earth.

Then, whether to retire or pursue other paths, the choice would be his.

The Li family's safety would at last be assured.

After reading the technique, Li Jing's heart settled, and his confidence in the future grew stronger.

Nezha bought several elixirs and handed them to those present.

"Mother, Father, the future will be dangerous — let's cultivate quickly," Nezha warned.

Li Jing's expression shifted: "Could Nezha have foreseen the future?"

"Yes," Nezha did not hide it. "Father, the king will grow even more cruel, killing many loyal ministers — even our family will eventually be forced to join Xiqi."

Hearing this, the entire family was stunned into silence.

"Did someone in the chat group say this?" Li Jing asked.

Nezha nodded. "Yes, Father."

"You must not tell anyone else — do you understand?" Li Jing's expression turned grave. "Muzha, Jinzhao, you two as well — act as if you heard nothing. Otherwise, the Li family will face disaster."

"Husband, rest assured — I will keep Muzha and Jinzhao under close watch," Yin Shi said solemnly.

This news, concerning the future's fate of the realm, was too precious — and far too dangerous for the Li family.

"Good," Li Jing sighed. "Each of you return to your chambers and cultivate. The dangers ahead will only grow. Only with strength can we protect ourselves."

"Yes."

Hearing this, all their hearts grew heavier.

…

Meditation chamber.

Li Jing swallowed the Emperor's Elixir and felt his magic power surge rapidly; the elixir settled steadily beneath his dantian, like a sun radiating boundless energy.

"What an extraordinary elixir — no wonder one can grant Celestial Immortality. Compared to this, the elixirs I took in my youth were nothing."

He activated the technique and began refining his Bitter Sea.

Under the nourishment of vast spiritual energy, the Bitter Sea formed swiftly, then dissolved; golden blood qi surged, and a phantom figure of an Immortal Sovereign coalesced behind him, radiating terrifying power — his aura transformed utterly, from a frail scholar into a domineering presence.

Wisps of aura emerged around him, exuding an inexplicable Daoic resonance.

All things submitted; all was ruled.

Li Jing felt an exquisite sense of joy.

Compared to the Immortal Dao, this domineering cultivation path was his true love.

After cultivating for a long while, Li Jing elevated his realm to the Peerless Emperor stage; threads of Emperor aura spread around him, making his entire being even more extraordinary.

Stepping out of the meditation chamber, he saw Lady, Muzha, and Jinzhao had also emerged.

All three had changed dramatically.

Yin Shi's aura grew gentler, like a deep, unfathomable pool.

Muzha and Jinzhao radiated sharp, piercing energy — like unsheathed swords, exuding an invincible aura.

Li Jing was astonished: "Muzha, Jinzhao — you've both succeeded?"

"It's all thanks to Nezha!" Yin Shi laughed. "Nezha bought a divine technique from his Dao Lord brother — it placed Muzha and Jinzhao in illusions, letting them undergo lifetimes of trials, and only then did they successfully forge the supreme sword aura. Otherwise, even after a lifetime of cultivation, they'd have only mastered the form, never the true essence of the sword Dao."

"Lifetimes of trials?" Li Jing was stunned. "Does that Dao Lord have such power?!"

"That Dao Lord is truly extraordinary," Yin Shi admired. "Even Nezha has changed — he's become sensible. Look, these past days he's been reading at home. Before, he'd have run off to play long ago."

Li Jing stared, speechless.

I just closed my eyes for one cultivation session — and the whole family has transformed.

Am I even in a dream right now?

He went to Nezha's courtyard and found him indeed reading a book.

"Nezha, what are you reading?" Li Jing asked curiously.

Nezha raised the book — its massive cover came into view.

"'Five Thousand Years of Chinese History'?"

"What is this?"

Nezha said proudly: "This is a historical text. Brother Ye Hei said reading can bring wisdom, so he recommended these history books to me—but they're so hard. All of this is too difficult."

"Historical text?" Li Jing's heart jolted. He stepped forward, took the book, and carefully flipped through it: "Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han..."

As he looked at the book, Li Jing's hands trembled.

To modern people, historical texts were merely leisure reading, and most even looked down on them.

After all, historical texts served no purpose for most ordinary people—they didn't raise salaries, didn't relieve stress, and didn't improve official ranks.

Yet forgetting history was equivalent to betrayal.

But ordinary people struggled to make ends meet—how could they spare time or energy to learn history?

For Li Jing, it was different.

Holding a historical text meant he now knew the precise course of the future.

This was too precious.

More thrilling than even learning that Nezha knew of events from later eras.

"Father, is this book precious?" Nezha asked.

Li Jing, excited: "Of course it's precious. Nezha, from now on, only family members may read these books—no one else. If anyone finds out about these, the Li family will face endless troubles."

"Nezha isn't afraid!"

Nezha had recently cultivated many techniques and consumed many elixirs—his strength had soared, and he was full of confidence.

Li Jing snorted coldly: "Of course you're not afraid, Nezha. But do you want your mother to fight those demons and monsters too?"

At these words, Nezha froze.

"I understand, Father. I won't show these history books to anyone else!"

Nezha's softest heart always belonged to his mother. The thought of his kind mother fighting demons and monsters filled him with dread.

Though Yin Shi's strength was now among the rarest in the world, Nezha still couldn't relax—he feared she might be hurt.