Clan Cultivation: Starting with Building an Island Immortal City

”However, in desperation, you did not ultimately collapse. Changyu was able to remain calm in crisis and coordinate; Changyun and Thunder Frost were able to step forward to cover the rear; Stone Iron Pillar was able to guard the entrance; Little Wan was able to identify herbs and save lives; Mingyuan, Changyue, Changxing, and others also did their best, supporting each other. Ultimately, you found your way and escaped to here.”

”This performance truly shows the true colors of my Li clan’s children, and it is also the greatest harvest of your journey.”

Li Yinglong’s tone gradually softened:

”Remember today’s lesson, and also remember today’s cooperation.”

”The road ahead is long, and what you have seen today is but the tip of the iceberg. What you will encounter in the future may be even more bizarre and beyond imagination. Hold reverence, not fear; be constantly vigilant, not complacent; trust each other, not suspect. Only then can you establish yourselves in new challenges, and even... go further.”

”Everything today, whether sweet or bitter, will transform into your resources. May you engrave it in your hearts, for it will become the first and most solid cornerstone on your future Dao path.”

With that, Li Yinglong said no more, only stating calmly:

”Go wash and bandage yourselves first. There’s hot food on the stove. Rest well; there will be things to do tomorrow.”

The teenagers stood rooted to the spot, pondering the Clan Chief’s words.

The initial euphoria and grievance gradually settled, and a clear understanding and determination, forged through hardship, emerged in their eyes.

Although the Clan Chief’s words didn’t explicitly state it, they seemed to have opened a window before them, allowing them to vaguely glimpse a world far more vast, mysterious, and dangerous than they had imagined.

And everything they had experienced today was merely the initial, and most genuine, initiation into this world.

They exchanged glances, each seeing in the other’s eyes that glimmer of spirit, shedding its childishness and gradually growing.

No one spoke, but silently, they deeply imprinted the Clan Chief’s teachings and the day’s experiences into their hearts, transforming them into a silent vow and invaluable experience.