Immortal Father
Chapter 1093 - 1093 381 Eastern King Returns with the Wind Seeking Monthly Pass _3

1093: Chapter 381: Eastern King Returns with the Wind [Seeking Monthly Pass] _3 1093: Chapter 381: Eastern King Returns with the Wind [Seeking Monthly Pass] _3 No way, when did Dad learn this trick?

Li Ping’an was about to make a snide remark, but then he noticed a thread of peculiar Dao Charm surrounding the suona, as if capable of piercing through heaven and earth, reaching the distant shores of the void.

Li Dazhi played the suona for a while, and more spots of light appeared in the distance.

Li Ping’an felt a faint sense of understanding in his heart.

He jumped onto the parapet and shouted:

“Fenghou!

Return to your soul!”

The people on the city walls followed suit, almost in unison, shouting:

“Fenghou!

Return to your soul!”

The wounded soldiers inside the city heard the cries and raised their voices, calling out together:

“Fenghou!

Return to your soul!”

The scattered souls gathered around Houtu also began to chant Fenghou’s name, and the calls resounded across the distant lands.

Li Ping’an transmitted his voice to Feng Jigui, and several divine lights swiftly streaked across the southern lands of the Western Continent.

The masses began to chant Fenghou’s name.

The Northern Line battle was already decided, with only a few old demons unable to escape heaven and earth being swiftly exterminated by the Human Race’s celestial soldiers.

The southern wind carried the chants of the masses.

Standing atop the corpse of a massive beast, preparing to charge into the next battle, Xuanyuan Huangdi suddenly turned around, as if he had seen something.

His dry, cracked lips trembled slightly:

“Feng…

did you hear that, Feng?

Are you here?

Everyone is calling you home…”

A faint and fragile glimmer of light appeared behind Xuanyuan Huangdi, transforming into the figure of a young man.

The young man wore no flower crown, only smiled as he shook his head at Xuanyuan Huangdi.

His figure seemed on the verge of being scattered by a passing breeze, and Xuanyuan Huangdi dared not even breathe too deeply.

Xuanyuan Huangdi spoke with a tremor in his voice: “Is it that you cannot speak…?”

“Ji…

An…

Western Continent is settled…

Ping’an is well…”

Xuanyuan Huangdi pressed urgently: “Why are you…!”

“Wish…

fulfilled…

Scattered soul…

insufficient…

to pass through sacred ground…”

“With Ping’an here, Ping’an will surely help you.

Feng, you are my only friend, Feng you…”

Xuanyuan Huangdi’s lips trembled uncontrollably.

He understood why Feng was unwilling to respond to the calls from afar.

They were too exhausted, having fought since ancient times, nearly devoid of their sense of self.

This was their destined rest.

“Feng, you…”

Xuanyuan Huangdi weakly waved his hand, his form ready to collapse.

The young Fenghou smiled in relief, slightly bowed to Xuanyuan Huangdi, and his ethereal figure began to dissipate completely.

Suddenly!

“Witness the heavens above!”

Li Ping’an’s voice rang out from high above, spreading across the lands of the Western Continent.

“The divine Fenghou of the Human Race, who has devoted his heart and soul to the prosperity of our people, has achieved countless meritorious deeds!

“I, Li Ping’an, by the name of the prospective Heavenly Emperor, hereby appoint Fenghou as the Heavenly Court’s minister, confer upon him the title of Eastern King, to assist the Heavenly Emperor, establish order, and protect all beings!

“Heavenly Dao, heed my decree!

Heavenly Dao, heed my decree!”

Boom!

A muffled thunder rumbled in the sky.

A beam of multicolored light broke through the dark clouds and landed before Xuanyuan Huangdi, stabilizing the last faint soul of the young man.

Soon after, waves of merit power poured into the young man’s body, causing his form to quickly restore and solidify.

The young man froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: “Your Majesty…”

“Hmm, go on now.”

Xuanyuan Huangdi exhaled lightly, chuckled and cursed:

“Good for you, Li Ping’an, waiting all this time just to make me laugh.

I’ll be sure to find you for a drink later!”

The young man laughed cheerfully: “Then I’ll let this broken body toil for a few more days; can’t escape this life of hard work after all.”

“I’ll build a temple for you, write your story, and praise your virtuous name,” Xuanyuan Huangdi laughed heartily, “Go to the Heavenly Court, become its minister, let the Human Race grow even closer to the Heavenly Court!”

The young man bowed once more, and his form slowly floated southward.

Houtu, in her true form as the Ancestral Witch, appeared as a faint shadow, embracing the young man tenderly, then turned and disappeared.

On the city tower.

The cries of the Feng family grew louder, but now they were tears of joy.

Li Ping’an said: “Dad, you stay here and assist our friend Houtu.

I’ll take the Roc Bird to the Sea of Blood; the masters of the Three Teachings should still be there.”

“Alright!”

Li Dazhi agreed without hesitation: “Take more experts with you, don’t let that Minghe ancestor ambush you!”

Li Ping’an cupped his hands in acknowledgment, grinning broadly:

“If he dares show up, I’ll make him into a big character!”

Then, he picked up the Yuan Tu Sword and turned to show it off to his master.

“Master, take a look!

Isn’t this sword exquisite?”

Qing Su tilted her head slightly, perplexed.

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(P.S.: It’s the end of the month, my dear readers, do you still have any monthly votes?

Because the New Year is coming, I fell seriously ill throughout January, and this year I promised my parents I’d go back to my hometown to celebrate the New Year.

I’m stockpiling drafts to avoid skipping updates during the holidays, so I can’t add extra chapters right now.

Please understand—I’ll work hard to update after the New Year!)