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As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

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.

Li Hongtian · Oriental
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348 Chs

Chapter 33: Spirit Baby Takes to the Streets, Toasting to Acts of Chivalry

The winds wept a mournful tune, laden with a harrowing chill.

Clothed in black attire, Li Che wore a douli, his expression extraordinarily grave.

He was accompanied by his great uncle's family.

Bracing against increasingly ferocious snow and winds, they had no time to panic about the conflict that had just erupted in the courtyard; the family only thought to flee to Xu's Wood Carving Shop.

Treading on the bluestone street, due to the snowy weather, there were few pedestrians, most of whom hurried along with their heads down.

Along the way, everyone remained silent, no one spoke.

Suddenly.

Li Che halted in his steps; the snow was pushed into a small mound by the abrupt stop of his foot.

In the hazy blizzard, trails of smoke lingered.

Sounds of clinking, drums, and reed pipes, along with reverent chanting, wove into a bone-chilling, eerie symphony from the other end of the street.