However, Li Yaotian was also a man of firm and tenacious mind. Though his hope of revenge was pitifully slim, he had never given up, and worked wholeheartedly toward that goal.
First, he had to strengthen his sect.
The surviving Fire Spirit Sect cultivators numbered only a few hundred, but they still needed a place to settle down. Though You Province was vast, and famous mountains and great rivers without a trace of human habitation could be said to be everywhere, everyone knew that cultivators needed to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in their practice. If they established a sect in a place without a Spirit Vein, forget development—even carrying on their Dao inheritance would be a problem.
Moreover, in the end, they were outsiders, with shallow roots, while the better Spirit Veins were almost all occupied by the various sects, large and small, of You Province.
Li Yaotian was ruthless enough. He set his sights on the headquarters of a small clan, and so he planned to seize the other party's territory by exterminating them.
He had also gathered intelligence in advance. All the cultivators in that small clan added together only numbered close to a hundred, and their strongest expert was merely at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage. Wiping them out would not be a problem.
And so, on a night of high winds and a dark moon, Li Yaotian led the surviving disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect in a sneak attack against that small clan.
He had thought everything would go smoothly, but who would have known that the result would be far beyond expectations?
That clan was indeed not large in scale. With around a hundred immortal cultivators, in You Province, it could already be called a miniature clan.
However, their sect-protecting