Immortal Father
Chapter 1100 - 1100 384 Longevity Golden Immortal Realm!

1100: Chapter 384: Longevity Golden Immortal Realm!

[End of Month Vote Request]_2 1100: Chapter 384: Longevity Golden Immortal Realm!

[End of Month Vote Request]_2 Guilingling tilted her head and thought carefully, then smacked her forehead: “It’s decided!

From now on, I’ll be the chief of security!”

Li Ping’an almost burst out laughing.

Below, the voices of the witches were already rising:

“The Emperor is here!”

“Your Majesty!

When will our ancestor return?”

“Greetings to His Majesty…

Hurry and pay respects!

We’re now battle witches of the Heavenly Court, not some wild savages of the Northern Wastes; we must uphold decorum!”

A group of witches performed a scattered and disorderly salute.

Li Ping’an casually explained that the ancestor witch Houtu was currently comprehending the Dao in the Sea of Blood, accompanied by the Xuan Du Da Fa Shi.

Hearing this, the witches collectively breathed a sigh of relief, and after a few gentle words from Li Ping’an, they eagerly began performing their battle dance.

Li Ping’an wasn’t here to watch a group of witches perform rituals.

Standing quietly alongside Guilingling for a while, he then pretended to move nonchalantly to a corner, where the headless Great Witch stood.

Xing Tian’s squinting eyes widened, his chest and abdominal muscles flexing energetically into a puffed-up expression.

He was actually…

kind of cute.

“What are you up to?” Xing Tian rumbled.

Li Ping’an smiled and cupped his hands apologetically: “I’ve often heard that Xing Tian, Kuafu, and Hou Yi are the three strongest Great Witches of the Witch Clan.

Now that I meet you, you truly are extraordinary.”

Xing Tian snorted: “What?

You’ve got a problem with me not having a head?”

Li Ping’an’s mouth twitched, but considering how this fellow literally had no brains, he decided not to get angry.

Nearby, Guilingling wouldn’t stand for it.

She stepped forward and said directly: “You headless brute, why are you speaking so rudely?”

“Who are you calling a brute!?

Who are you calling a brute!?”

Xing Tian suddenly stood up.

Even without a head, his towering body was still over ten feet tall, exuding terrifying physical power.

Guilingling, however, merely snorted coldly.

Her figure floated three feet into the air, and the pressure of a Daluo Golden Immortal erupted, suppressing Xing Tian by half a head.

“I called you a brute.

If you’re not happy, let’s fight!”

“Fight it is!”

“Hey!

Xing Tian!

Xing Tian!”

Over a dozen Great Witches rushed over instantly.

One directly slammed into Xing Tian, sending him flying, while three more quickly pinned him down.

The rest hastily cupped their hands in apology to Li Ping’an.

“Forgive us, Your Majesty, forgive us!”

Li Ping’an lamented inwardly at the missed opportunity.

If Xing Tian had actually made a move earlier, then even without justification to suppress him permanently, Li Ping’an could have temporarily detained him, gaining the upper hand.

The Witch Clan was a vital force of the Heavenly Court.

Having contributed greatly, it wasn’t fair to target Xing Tian without reason.

Now, he had to appear magnanimous to win their favor.

‘Being the Heavenly Emperor sure is a hassle.’

Li Ping’an silently complained, but his expression showed no flaw.

He calmly said with a gentle voice, “No need for formalities.”

Nearby, voices of the Great Witches keenly lecturing Xing Tian rose up:

“Uncle Xing Tian, stop causing trouble!

This is the new Heavenly Emperor—we’re relying on him to make a living!”

“He saved our tribe; now we’re serving him loyally!”

“Be careful, or Ancestor Houtu will come back to smack you!”

At the mention of Houtu, Xing Tian instantly calmed down.

After a few more words of persuasion from the Great Witches, he reluctantly approached Li Ping’an, cupped his hands, bent down, and rumbled:

“Heavenly Emperor, forgive me.

I simply felt the power of the Heavenly Dao on you—it irritates me.”

Li Ping’an asked, “Logically, fellow Daoist, you’ve also been absorbed into the inner Heavenly Dao.

Why haven’t you been assimilated by it?”

“What nonsense?”

Xing Tian placed his hands on his hips and leaned to one side: “I dunno!

It’s boring in there!

I just sat quietly, and it was fine!”

Li Ping’an:…

No head, so not assimilated?

Xing Tian muttered: “Heavenly Emperor, do you need anything else?

If not, I’m going to sit back down!

Talking to you is exhausting!”

Two Great Witches stepped forward to guard him, ensuring that Xing Tian obediently returned to his corner to sit.

The Great Witches cupped their hands once again to offer apologies.

The most powerful and senior of them took the initiative, smiling apologetically:

“Your Majesty, please don’t take offense.

Ever since Xing Tian lost his head, he’s been speaking without restraint.”

“This time, you helped us recover an ancestor’s corpse.

Prior instructions from Ancestor Houtu were to employ a secret technique on the ancestor’s remains to extract the ancestral witch’s essence blood.

Half of this will be offered to the Heavenly Court.”

“About half of the essence blood totals around thirty to forty drops.

Each drop is capable of forging a formidable battle witch’s body.”

Li Ping’an replied, “Let’s wait for Daoist Houtu to return before making arrangements.

Fellow Daoist, do you have a name resembling those of the Human Race?

If not, please assign names based on family names for easier employment within the Heavenly Court in the future.”

“Yes!

Yes!

We’ll remember this and discuss it immediately!”

“Half a day later, I’ll be heading to Sacred Mountain.

Should any of you wish to vent some frustration, you may accompany the Heavenly Fury Guards.”

“Your Majesty is attacking Sacred Mountain?

The Witch Clan will definitely fight to avenge this!”

“Not attacking, just making them pay a small price.”

Li Ping’an spoke lightly, but couldn’t help glancing over at Xing Tian, who was now sitting dazed on a large rock.

No head, so not assimilated by the Heavenly Dao?

Not necessarily.

Perhaps his unique essence, having returned from death, made him impervious to the Dao.

Returned from death?

Li Ping’an suddenly felt as if struck by a flash of inspiration—an arcane Dao Charm emanated around him.

He gazed at Xing Tian, and in his mind, an image of the Severed Head Tribulation of the White-robed Celestial Emperor emerged;

In a trance, he seemed to witness Xing Tian’s battle against Emperor Jun, saw Xing Tian’s head severed by the Heavenly Emperor’s sword, shattered by a beam of celestial light, and his mighty body plummeting from the Nine Heavens into the abyss.

Li Ping’an pursued, searching.

Suddenly, he saw Xing Tian’s broken form trembling uninterruptedly at the bottom of the abyss.

Flames ignited around Xing Tian, flickering ceaselessly.

The spark of life, snuffed out, surged anew within him—driven by rage, spurred by indignation.