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

If this sword strike were directed at him, even if he could block it, he would likely be severely injured!


Yellow Sword Wine... can actually unleash such a sword strike?!


Jiao Shaoqiu was in the courtyard guiding the children in their cultivation.


Several children were diligently cultivating under the moonlight, as the news spread that the Sect Master would be emerging from seclusion and holding the final selection for his direct disciples during the Qingming festival.


All the children under ten in the entire sect became incredibly diligent, practicing hard, hoping to grasp at the straws in the last minute and seize that slim hope of becoming the Great God's disciple.


Chapter 258: 20 Years of Sharpening a Sword, Ascend to Saint Level, Slay the Martial Saint, Eyes as Tranquil as Water, Sword Qi as Cold as Frost, Go to Sleep_4