Immortal Father
Chapter 1102 - 1102 385 The Pact with Lady Ba Seeking Guaranteed Support

1102: Chapter 385: The Pact with Lady Ba [Seeking Guaranteed Support] 1102: Chapter 385: The Pact with Lady Ba [Seeking Guaranteed Support] “Ping’an broke through?”

Li Dazhi, who was counting the spoils of the Heavenly Fury Guards, looked up at the visions appearing in the southern sky and couldn’t help but grin.

This was a good thing—now father and son could remain carefree and untethered in this heaven and earth.

Of course, being carefree required clearing the enemies, eliminating strong adversaries, forging alliances, and proliferating descendants.

Li Dazhi let out a laugh and continued his tasks at hand.

These Heavenly Fury Guards could be considered the direct forces of the future Heavenly Emperor.

Their backgrounds weren’t ideal; the top three hundred strongest of them were almost entirely born from great demons.

However, because of the internal and external exchange dictated by the Heavenly Dao, they were given the opportunity to start afresh.

Li Dazhi was well aware of the meaning of balance.

If all the gods in the Heavenly Court were from the Human Race, the future Heavenly Emperor would inevitably be constrained by Human Race ministers.

The unity of the Human Race could quickly become a shackle for the Heavenly Court’s future.

Thus, while the majority of gods and immortals in the Heavenly Court may hail from the Human Race, the backbone forces must maintain a balance between the Hundred Clans and the Human Race.

The role of the Heavenly Fury Guards lies precisely in this.

As long as the Heavenly Dao and the Heavenly Emperor do not come into conflict, the loyalty of the Heavenly Fury Guards won’t be compromised.

That last battle also proved that the Heavenly Fury Guards have the Heavenly Dao ingrained in their hearts.

Even after regaining their consciousness, they couldn’t defy the orders of the Heavenly Dao or the Heavenly Emperor—even if it meant slaughtering their own kind.

Li Dazhi pondered for a moment, called over King Yin Kui, and whispered a few instructions.

King Yin Kui immediately cupped his hands and flew north with more than a dozen Heavenly Fury Guards who were former Demon Kings.

This group of Heavenly Fury Guards still controlled dozens of mountain-strongholds populated by demons big and small, and Li Dazhi certainly wouldn’t let these treasures and “labor forces” go to waste.

He planned to set up sweat factories for the Demon Race in the Western Continent—no, alchemy and treasure-refining factories—to fully exploit the physical strength advantages of demons above the Yuan Immortal level.

As long as they don’t die, keep them working relentlessly.

No need to worry about the rain; demon immortals are still immortals.

As Li Dazhi plotted, his mental abacus clacked non-stop.

Nearby, King Kuangshan, Niu Benben, rushed over and reported the Heavenly Emperor’s command.

Li Dazhi asked curiously, “To Ling Mountain?

Are all the Heavenly Fury Guards going?”

“Yes,” King Kuangshan said gravely.

“From what I understand of His Majesty’s intent, he wishes to hold Ling Mountain accountable.”

Li Dazhi looked toward Ling Mountain.

Their distance from Ling Mountain wasn’t far.

Extending his Immortal Consciousness there, he could faintly see Ling Mountain shrouded by layers of grand formations, surrounded by white clouds, with thousands upon thousands of immortal soldiers stationed on each one.

The Human Race’s million-strong army besieged Ling Mountain;

Ping’an also planned to dispatch the Heavenly Fury Guards to pressure Ling Mountain?

The dreaded demons had fled to the chaos beyond the main world.

The Calamity Venerable hadn’t shown up from beginning to end, and Ling Mountain now only housed disciples of the Western Sect with “legitimate identities.” What could be accomplished there?

Even if they slaughtered everyone on Ling Mountain outright, it wouldn’t resolve the fundamental issue;

The Western Sect is problematic not because of its disciples but because of its Sect Hierarchs—Jie Yin and Zhunti.

When Jie Yin and Zhunti return, the Western Sect will have two Saints.

Meanwhile, the Taoist Sect faces the Dao Immortal Tribulation ahead, and following the narrative of “The Investiture of the Gods,” Yuanshi Tianzun would likely attempt to reconcile with Jie Yin and Zhunti…

‘The crux of the problem lies in the fundamental issue, which is…

ahem.’

‘The crux of the problem lies with Jie Yin and Zhunti—the two Saints.’

Li Dazhi began deliberating and strategizing intensely.

The Heavenly Emperor must uphold a reputation for virtue; some matters can’t be undertaken by his own son, but Li Dazhi himself needn’t be overly scrupulous…

After approximately one to two hours.

Figures from the northern skies returned—it was King Yin Kui bringing thousands of demon soldiers from his demon kingdom.

The demon soldiers reverently delivered black battle armor, black cloaks, and black face masks to the Heavenly Fury Guards.

The Heavenly Fury Guards swiftly changed gear and assembled in front of Li Dazhi, uniformly cupping their hands in salute.

Li Dazhi nodded in satisfaction and spoke loudly:

“All of you, hailing from the Witch Clan and Demon Race, have endured hardships to reach this point.

Now you have attained your rightful honor.

From now on, you must diligently serve the Heavenly Dao and the Heavenly Court, protect life, cleanse sins, bless your kind, and shield your descendants.”

“From this day onward, you must establish clear priorities in your hearts.”

“You are first and foremost the Heavenly Fury Guards of the Heavenly Court; secondly, protectors of life; lastly, the monarchs, elders, and elites of your respective races.

Do you understand?”

The Heavenly Fury Guards shouted in unison: “Understood!”

Li Dazhi nodded again and said softly, “His Majesty has ordered that you go together to the vicinity of Ling Mountain, hide among the Human Race immortal soldiers, and await His arrival!”

“Yes!”

The Heavenly Fury Guards executed a synchronized turn and flew away.

Li Dazhi transmitted his voice, calling Yin Kui, Cailin, and Niu Benben to remain behind, starting arrangements for the Demon Race sweat factories.

Meanwhile, some great witches were racking their brains, trying to come up with Human-style names for themselves, scratching their heads in frustration.

As for Li Ping’an, he was enveloped in comfort.

…

Lady Ba had meticulously prepared her appearance before coming.

She had consulted several married female generals for advice and efficiently changed into a new outfit.

A black skirt, cinched at the waist and extending past her knees, accentuated her slender waist and her curves.

It complemented her fiery orange-red hair and brought out the brilliance of her deep, captivating eyes, making it hard not to be drawn to her.

Lady Ba exuded the unique passion of ancient Human Race women, smiling softly and gazing tenderly, making no effort to hide her closeness to Li Ping’an.

As they strolled across the clouds side by side, she would occasionally lean in, initiating some physical contact.

On the cloud boat drifting behind them, Guilingling, Qing Su, and Luo Xuejing were brewing tea around the hearth and couldn’t help but tilt their heads subtly.

A few approaching masters from the Three Teachings saw the scene and refrained from moving closer, instead smiling and chatting over drinks atop the clouds.