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

Even in their pursuit of diverse talents, they would not overlook anyone—from girls as young as five to unmarried women of thirty with golden prospects.


As long as one possessed talent, as long as one was a perfect candidate, they would become their target.


The more Yellow Sword Wine investigated, the more horrifying the truths he uncovered.


His chest heaved with pent-up frustration, as if a turbulent, rumbling, and roaring breath was trapped within, spinning and swirling inside him.


It transmitted to the sword in his hands, causing it to screech and cry out!


The death of Su Wuming was only the beginning.


He wanted to kill a great many things, no better than pigs and dogs.


He wanted to eradicate every festering sore on the Great Family that had risen and fallen over three thousand years!


Chapter 256: Drinking, Laughing, and Killing, the Underworld Wants to Slaughter a Martial Saint_3