This was Li Chengfeng's second year since transmigrating.
Compared to last year, it was vastly different.
With his strength having reached the Channel-Opening Realm, there was scarcely anyone in the county town capable of threatening him.
Even Zheng Pandao was no exception. As a martial artist of the same realm, Li Chengfeng might not be his match in a head-on clash, but with his lightness skill, it would never be easy for the other man to kill him. He could even escape entirely.
The faint sense of danger that had constantly shrouded him since his transmigration had completely dissipated.
After seeing Zhao Lie off, he returned home and had a proper discussion with his younger uncle about establishing ancestral rites and founding a clan.
After all, only he and his younger uncle remained as male descendants of their branch. Establishing ancestral rites and building a prominent, renowned clan would truly be difficult.
His younger uncle was extremely cautious about the matter as well. He said they should wait until Li Chengfeng had sons before expanding the family.
For now, they only needed to put up a respectable front and handle the matter properly.
After saying that, his eyes began darting around as he mentioned which family had a pretty daughter, which household had a fine young miss, and so on and so forth.
Li Chengfeng cut him off, laughing despite himself, ending the conversation. Yet when his younger uncle left, his face was filled with worry.
"Having no heirs really is a minor problem when it comes to developing one's power."
Li Chengfeng watched his younger uncle's departing back, shook his head, and felt his thoughts stir.
Since transmigrating, he had never shied away from having children, nor had he ever spilled his seed where it should not be spilled.