Li Hongtian

Li Che had transmigrated and, after living nineteen ordinary years, he opted to accept his fate, marrying and having children, striving to support his family.
But the moment his daughter was born....
Through his daughter, he rose in status, and his life was no longer ordinary.
...
With his daughter’s safe birth, you gained a Dao Fruit, "Immortal Artisan".
When his daughter turned one, safe and sound, you gained the Dao Fruit "Dragon Elephant Vajra".
At his daughter's age of two, free from illness and disaster, he gained a Dao Fruit, "Pure Heart".
By the time his daughter was three, lively and clever, he gained a Dao Fruit, "Chess Saint".
His daughter was four, five, six years old....
...
Li Che discovered that with each passing year of his daughter’s age, he could condense a Dao Fruit to enhance himself.
From then on, Li Che harbored a simple and unpretentious wish.
A Dao Fruit a year, quietly safeguarding longevity.
As a father, he only wished...
Starting from the warmth of his wife and child by the hearth, to peacefully protect his daughter's immortality.
Silently condensing countless Dao Fruits.
Henceforth cultivating his spirit, invincible between heaven and earth.

As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Otherwise, how could the Watching Tide Pavilion, as one of the Golden Light Prefecture's Five Major Sects, possibly let the Hunting God Pavilion move in so easily?


If the Hunting God Pavilion had moved in forcefully, the various forces of the Golden Light Prefecture should have noticed long ago.


Assassins' organizations have always been about staying hidden.


Once they become too conspicuous and showy, they might become targets for all.


In a strict sense, there's not much difference between the Hunting God Pavilion and the Corpse God Cult.


"Watching Tide Pavilion... Now that I know the location, things will be easy."


"This is an inanimate object, it can't run away."


Li Che's gaze opened and closed, as if there were divine lights flickering faintly under his eyes.


He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.


Chapter 173: When the Honest Father Begins to Get Angry, Stripping the Young Prince to Face Fear_5