Starting with a Family System to Become an Immortal Official-Chapter 69: Opportunity Man

Darkness poured from the Soul-Devouring Ghost Lamp like a river of black ink.

Plants across the peak turned black and wilted.

Vines snapped like dry twigs.

Several peak disciples who had been trying to crawl away suddenly collapsed.

Lady Blackfang threw her head back and let out a mad laugh that shook the peak.

"HAHAHAHA! Look at them! Look at your precious little flowers wilting! In another ten breaths—maybe five—you’ll all be nothing but empty husks! Your souls will feed my lantern until even the ghosts forget your names!"

Li Qingmu suddenly raised one brow.

『Wait a minute...』

He turned his head slowly toward the cackling woman floating above the lantern.

Blackfang was in full flow now.

"Do you have any idea how many geniuses I’ve personally buried with this treasure?! When I broke through to Nascent Soul a hundred years ago, the first thing I did was slaughter my way into the Ghost Abyss and seize this lantern from the corpse of an ancient devil! It has devoured seventeen Dao Children, twenty-three sect masters, and even a half-step Void Refining old monster who thought he could resist! And you—a mere dual-core Core Formation ant—think you can stand before me!?"

Her voice rose into a shriek of glee.

"After I finish here, I’ll pluck those two golden cores from your dantian, refine them into pills, and present them to Official Xu himself!"

She raised both arms to the sky as if to embrace the coming apocalypse.

The lantern flared brighter.

The crimson flame inside twisted into the shape of countless screaming faces.

The temperature plunged so low that frost began crawling up the broken pillars.

The three ladies behind Li Qingmu looked gloomy.

There was no hope.

And then—

Li Qingmu sighed. A very long, very tired sigh.

He lifted his right hand.

Space rippled.

His Asura Annihilation Sword appeared out of thin air and he caught the hilt casually.

Blackfang was still ranting.

"...that was when immortal Xu clan chose me among hundreds of protectors!"

A disinterested Li Qingmu muttered under his breath while stroking his chin.

"System said... if fully activated... hmm... then it’s not fully activated yet."

He nodded once. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Easy win."

Lady Blackfang’s words died mid-sentence.

In the next instant Li Qingmu was gone.

Then he was right in front of her.

Wide, boyish grin.

Eyes sparkling with shameless excitement.

The face of a man who had just found the biggest loophole in the rulebook and couldn’t wait to exploit it.

Lady Blackfang blinked.

"Eh?"

The world blinked with her.

SIX blinding arcs of vermilion sword-light tore across the sky like a divine painter had dipped his brush in fresh blood and slashed it six times across the firmament.

Not just Fragrant Flower Peak.

The entire Golden Sun Pavilion region saw it.

Six enormous scarlet brush strokes hanging in the night like fresh wounds on the heavens themselves.

Six Strokes to Nirvana!

Blackfang’s layers of protective black mist...

Devilish barriers and protective treasures...

They all shattered like cheap porcelain.

The ghostly lantern let out a miserable wail.

Crimson flame guttered, then collapsed inward.

In the next heartbeat it disintegrated into drifting black motes that scattered like fireflies.

Lady Blackfang’s robes exploded into tatters.

She dropped from the sky like a doll and crashed onto the broken courtyard on all fours.

So many bruises marred her pretty skin.

One arm desperately covered her chest.

The other hand clawed at her groin.

She’s hiding her nipples and her pink place.

After all, she was naked and defeated.

Li Qingmu strolled over at a leisurely pace.

His wicked sword rested across one shoulder like a farmer carrying a hoe after a long day.

She looked up at him with humiliation in her eyes.

This woman clearly wants to cry.

"You—YOU SHAMELESS BRUTE! You dare strike a woman without warning!? Where is your honor!? Where is your martial pride?! You filthy, underhanded, despicable—"

Li Qingmu pointed the sword tip at her throat.

He was clearly bored.

"Even in death you talk too much."

His eyes studied down her naked body.

『...Her flesh body actually withstood the raw edge of Asura Annihilation without instantly disintegrating. If I hadn’t gambled on the lantern not being at full power... there really would’ve been no chance.』

He nodded slowly to himself.

Blackfang misinterpreted the look entirely.

A weak, hopeful smile curved her swollen lips.

『So he’s a pathetic pervert hm?』

She parted her thighs just a little.

"I can still be useful to you—"

Chen Yuxuan squeezed her baby-face hard.

Li Qingmu threw his head back and laughed.

Then he swung.

The sword descended in a perfect, economical arc.

Blackfang’s eyes widened in terror.

BOOM!

Her physical body turned to drifting ash in an instant.

But right before erasure, a black nascent soul shot out like a startled bat.

"I ALMOST DIED! I ALMOST—"

Dust cleared.

Li Qingmu flicked a lazy side-eye.

The nascent soul froze.

Then it turned tail and fled.

Too late.

Hidden Shadow Step!

Li Qingmu reappeared directly in its path.

He lifted one hand.

"Myriad Souls Chaos Prison."

Countless purple wailing chains erupted from his palm and wrapped the nascent soul.

It screamed once.

Then silence.

A single golden seed the size of a soybean hovered in the air before him.

Chen Yuxuan, Chen Yuling, and Gao Yue stared with identical expressions.

"What..."

"Just..."

"Happened..."

They finished each other’s thoughts.

The rumors about him one-shotting a Huo clan ancestor suddenly felt... understated.

This man didn’t waste time.

Neither did he care about martial pride.

If he saw "opportunity" he would abuse it.

Li Qingmu sighed as his shoulders slumped.

Ding!

[You’ve successfully slain a Nascent Soul expert from the Lower Heaven Realm!]

[Open the gift box to receive your reward!]

Click!

[Host has obtained Soul Changing Vizard!]

‣ A demonic mask that perfectly alters looks, aura and karmic signature when worn. Even Ancestor Realm cultivators cannot see through the disguise.

Li Qingmu’s eyes lit up.

Then—

Ding!

[Warning! Xu Wanshan’s wife Feng Ruoxue has gained intense hatred toward you!]

[She is the daughter of Chief Imperial Censor Feng Tianchao of the Central World State. Your future prospects as a political official in the Central World State have dropped to effectively zero.]

Li Qingmu grabbed his head with both hands.

"WHAT?!"

He staggered backward.

"I’ve never even met this woman! Why does she hate me already!?"

In his mind he cursed her twenty generations upward.

He began walking like a zombie.

"Er-er... Zimo... your father’s career... it’s over before it even started..."

The young man looked so pale.

Gao Yue hurried forward and caught him before he could face-plant.

She held him gently and letting him rest his head against the soft valley of her chest.

Li Qingmu sighed like a deflated balloon.

"Can I sleep here for a bit, Yue’er? Five minutes."

Gao Yue’s gorgeous cheeks instantly turned the color of ripe peaches.

She is a respected martial auntie.

Her job isn’t to be his pillow!

"I—I have a fiancé..."

"Sorry."

He started to pull away.

Gao Yue quickly pressed him back in as her arms went around his head.

"It’s... it’s fine. They’re not so big though..."

Li Qingmu slid one arm around her slender waist and gave a tired squeeze.

"They’re perfect."

"Mhm~"

Gao Yue’s eyes turned misty as she bit her lip and led him toward Yuxuan and Yuling.

The black seals had already faded from their bodies.

Color was returning to their faces.

For now... they could finally rest.

That night.

Li Qingmu tossed and turned in some old bedroom.

In his dream.

There was a terrifying, cow-sized woman that looked uglier than a goblin.

This was how he imagined Feng Ruoxue.

She held his freshly revoked immortal official license and cackled.

"NO OFFICIAL POSITION FOR YOU, LI QINGMU!"

"HAHAHAHA!"

"HE WILL DIE A PEASANT!"

He bolted upright, drenched in cold sweat, panting.

"It’s just a dream... good..."

To think a woman could make him this scared.

He looked around the dark room with a lost face.

"Where am I...?"

A soft, familiar voice answered from the doorway.

"You’re in my late husband’s room."

Chen Yuxuan stood there with her mighty curves.

She was in a nightdress that gave her motherly chest and hips a powerful presence.

Behind her, Chen Yuling quietly bolted the doors.

Click.

Chen Yuxuan stepped forward and smiled so much her eyes narrowed deliciously.

She’s never looked this perverted before.

The candle flame flickered.

Li Qingmu blinked slowly.

"...Oh."

He laid back down, arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

"Guess I’m sleeping here tonight."