Conflict

Little Stone abruptly sat up in bed.

The one shouting outside the courtyard was his younger clansman, Li Qingwu, who was a year younger than him.

He was one of the few members of the Stone County Branch Family who did not look down on Little Stone because he was born to a concubine and had been exiled with his mother.

Although Li Qingwu had only ordinary cultivation talent, he was straightforward and harbored no ill intentions.

"Someone from the Ancestral Land?"

Little Stone's eyes lit up.

The Ancestral Land was Green Maple Valley.

In Little Stone's heart, that place was sacred and far beyond his reach.

Countless times, he had heard the clan's elders speak of all manner of things about the Ancestral Land.

It was where the Lineage had originated, the root of all who carried the Li Family Bloodline.

There stood a nine-story treasure pagoda that towered into the clouds, blazing with spiritual light.

There, cultivation prodigies were as plentiful as carp crossing a river.

There dwelled exalted Innate True Persons who could soar through the heavens and burrow through the earth.

Above all, there was the Ancestral Land's patriarch, who had opened a Divine Mansion spanning a thousand miles and taken command of Yang Province at just twenty-nine, dazzling as the great sun in the heavens.

That was a true Immortal Clan, a colossal power that even the Great Zhou Court had to fear and make concessions to.

Little Stone had two great dreams in life. The first was to let his mother hold her head high.

The second was to visit the Ancestral Land.

He wanted to see its prosperity, to witness that legendary patriarch's unrivaled bearing.

Little Stone worshipped and admired him.

At an age not much greater than his own, that man had