Immortal Father
Chapter 1274: 455: The Young Lady is Good

Chapter 1274: Chapter 455: The Young Lady is Good

The way things unfolded seemed a bit beyond Guilingling’s expectations.

She originally came to the Southern Continent to earn some merit and protect her senior nephew and her close friend;

But these two majesties before her, one slammed the table to declare war, while the other prattled on endlessly, and then…

She suddenly became the main deity of the Flying Turtle God sect?

“Hey!”

Guilingling jumped to the edge of the bed, arms akimbo, glaring at Li Ping’an:

“I am the chief disciple of the Jie Sect, how can I do something that enslaves creatures! I refuse to be some deity!”

Qing Su, standing by, had a faint smile on her lips.

Li Ping’an frowned and said, “Since it’s the Flying Turtle sect, then you, Master, are naturally the most suitable.”

“Then why don’t you start a Flying Iceberg sect!”

“That won’t do! My master’s cultivation is too low, how can she withstand a few thunderstrikes of divine punishment?”

The smile gradually faded from Qing Su’s lips.

Xuanyuan Huangdi said sternly, “Dear cousin, we’re here to solve problems, a little sacrifice wouldn’t hurt, let’s not give people the impression that our Mystic Turtle clan shirks responsibility.”

“Bah! You’ve already defected to the Human Race!”

Guilingling snorted, “I can be this so-called deity of the God sect, but if my master blames me, you two better take the heat for me!”

Li Ping’an waved his hand, “Since Mistress Ling is afraid, then let’s drop this matter. We’ll think of another way, if not, I’ll call Taiyi Uncle over, he’s eloquent and surely can take up the deity role without issue.”

“Who says I can’t do it!”

Guilingling instantly jumped in front of Li Ping’an, eyes glaring:

“Why call upon the Chan Teaching when it’s just a fake god? This turtle can handle it all by itself.”

“Just tell me what to do!”

Li Ping’an and Xuanyuan Huangdi exchanged a glance, each revealing a benevolent smile.

Having experienced the affairs of the Southern Continent, the execution capacity of these four reached its peak.

The Southern Continent was like a furnace, roasting the masses; as the Human Emperor and Heavenly Emperor, they couldn’t sit idly by.

Li Ping’an’s primary goal was, of course, the thick Golden Cloud of merit overhead, but after wandering and observing for half a month, his mindset had shifted slightly.

Actually, the descriptions of the mundane world of the Southern Continent by his master and uncle had already been simplified quite a bit.

What touched Li Ping’an the most was actually in those big cities he saw.

Every large city had an altar, and near the altar were two buildings.

One building was smaller, housing the female priestesses;

The other was a vast shed, housing a large number of sacrificial humans, with a deep pit in the center.

Whenever a sacrifice was needed, these sacrificial humans would be dragged out, hung up, and then handled by the ‘sacred butcher’… just like livestock…

Li Ping’an felt extremely disgusted.

He suddenly had the same thought as the Holy Mother once did, to unleash a great flood and destroy the Southern Continent.

But doing so, most casualties would be innocent mortals.

To deal with the Southern Continent required more refined methods, using a scalpel to remove the cancer of the mundane, changing the sacrificial practices and the perceptions of mortals, and avoiding harm to the innocent as much as possible.

Currently, Li Ping’an took Qing Su out and selected a suitable large city.

Xuanyuan Huangdi and Guilingling researched various matters of the Flying Turtle sect together, mainly sorting out doctrines, setting up the structure of the god sect, how to spread among the mortals, etc.

As for the master and disciple duo, they used earth escape techniques to traverse underground from the Southern Continent, and soon reached the capital of the Shang Nation beneath the divine court, Yin City.

This city was truly majestic, spanning hundreds of miles, with several rivers running through it, dividing the city into six or seven regions.

The two concealed their presence from mortals, sitting on the flying eaves of a tall building in a corner of the Royal Palace, overlooking the clouds and smoke of Yin City.

Qing Su stood in white robes against the wind, slightly puzzled, and asked, “Why do they expend so much manpower to build so many high walls?”

Li Ping’an laughed, “The mortals here are unaware of Qi Cultivators. If not for the many exotic beasts remaining in the Southern Continent used as draft animals, allowing them to travel thousands of miles a day, such a vast dynasty could never have been conceived.”

“Dynasty?”

Qing Su, hearing this term, looked down at the main street outside the Royal Palace, at the ‘giant beasts’ shaped like oxen but as large as elephants.

She softly said, “After seeing many of the cataclysmic beasts in the Chaos Sea, seeing these little ones feels a bit endearing.”

Seated on the flying eaves, Li Ping’an looked deep into the Royal Palace and laughed, “The king of the Shang Nation is not too dimwitted. I noticed they only have seven or eight concubines in their harem, which is far fewer than Senior Brother Xuanyuan.”

“Oh?”

Qing Su stated plainly, “Does the Heavenly Emperor think seven or eight aren’t enough?”

“Certainly not,” Li Ping’an spread his hands, “I was just making a comparison. I think having three or four is plenty.”

Qing Su slightly shook her head and then asked, “Can the matter of the divine court be resolved in this way? I kind of feel this plan is a bit of a farce.”

“It should be possible,” Li Ping’an said, “Though there will surely be various problems when it comes to actual implementation, such as how to get the new god into the divine court without being destroyed by the opponent’s Thunder of Divine Punishment.”

Qing Su asked, “Do you have any concrete plans?”

“I have some, but they’re not foolproof,” Li Ping’an smiled, “The reason why Mistress Ling is trying this is because she’s relatively tough.”

Qing Su:…

“Master, don’t worry. I certainly won’t set Mistress Ling up for failure.”

Li Ping’an’s smile dimmed, and he said softly:

“There are other schemes for this.”

“What kind of schemes?”

“The Jie Sect.”

Li Ping’an didn’t want to hide these from his master, and softly said:

“The Intercepting Sect Immortals are very loyal and reject the Heavenly Court’s divine seats. Deep down, they long for freedom and don’t want to be gods in the Heavenly Court.

“Mistress Ling is a breakthrough point.