Immortal Father
Chapter 152 - 152 63 Ping'an Begins to Be Considered a Demon_2

152: Chapter 63 Ping’an Begins to Be Considered a Demon_2 152: Chapter 63 Ping’an Begins to Be Considered a Demon_2 A short while later, Qing Su didn’t just bring back a large and small bundle of Elixir Pills, but also several white-haired inner sect elders to give Li Ping’an a thorough examination.

The results of the elders’ consultation also set Qing Su’s and Ningning Mu’s minds at ease.

“There are no major issues.”

Yansheng, the elder of Nourishing Clouds Hall and a rotating Hall Master of Mundane Affairs Hall from the Heavenly Immortal Realm, also let out a sigh of relief at this moment.

Upon hearing from Qing Su that Li Ping’an had been coughing up blood in a frenzy due to a cultivation deviation, and worried that Li Ping’an might have injured his Dao Foundation, he summoned several other elders and rushed over.

Yansheng cautioned,

“His Primordial Soul is damaged, and almost drained of Spiritual Sense within an extremely short time, which is like being extremely overworked.

“He will need several months of rest and should not close up for meditative insight again.

The best way is to let him relax his mind.

“You could take him around to see different sceneries.”

Qing Su bowed and said, “Thank you, elder, I will remember that.”

“Mm,” Elder Yansheng handed two bottles of Elixir Pills to Ningning Mu and instructed her on how to use them.

A shout suddenly came from the entrance of the cave residence: “How is Ping’an doing!”

Li Dazhi came in headfirst, glared at the several elders, and hurried towards Li Ping’an’s bedroom.

“Uncle!

Please don’t panic!”

Ningning Mu stepped forward to briefly explain Li Ping’an’s condition.

When Li Dazhi reached Li Ping’an’s bedside, he examined him carefully, and only after assuring himself did he come out to pay his respects to the elders.

Li Dazhi asked, “Wasn’t he fine just a moment ago?

Did my transmission of power cause this?”

“It shouldn’t be,” Qing Su softly spoke, recalling the words Li Ping’an had left before fainting, “It’s likely because he was disappointed at not having obtained Divine Skills.”

“Sigh!”

Li Dazhi immediately wore a worried and bitter expression.

In a low voice he said, “I thought this would be a good thing, but who would have thought…

Sigh, let’s not mention it.

We’d better not spread word of this incident.

If others ask, just say that Ping’an’s Divine Skill is a useless one, nothing to be concerned about.”

Qing Su nodded slightly, and the several elders nodded in agreement.

Ningning Mu suddenly asked, “Uncle, how did you know that Brother Ping’an was injured?”

“The two stewards from Mundane Affairs Hall came to call me.”

“This is bad,” Ningning Mu murmured with a frown, “word of brother Ping’an being injured due to a cultivation deviation will spread, and many people will likely come to visit.

Brother values his peace and quiet.”

Li Dazhi laughed and said, “Just hang a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign at the door.”

Ningning Mu responded with a heavy heart.

Of course, Li Dazhi didn’t know what his number-one daughter-in-law candidate was worrying about.

After staying for half an hour and checking Li Ping’an’s condition again, finding that he was indeed gradually recovering, the Great Wealth Immortal went back to his Castcloud Hall to continue handling his duties.

Ningning Mu’s worries were not unfounded.

Not long after Li Dazhi left, her Master Qing Su, a Yuan Immortal, brought several True Immortals and Caiyun Peak disciples to visit the ‘almost-Immortal’ Li Ping’an.

Li Ping’an, deep in slumber, of course knew nothing of this.

Qing Su, who disliked crowds, retreated to the inner hall to cultivate, leaving only Ningning Mu to keep watch and thank the visiting elders on behalf of Brother Ping’an.

This wave of visiting Immortals was just the beginning.

Shortly after Qing Su and others left, a group of Immortal disciples from Elixir Dust Peak arrived, with another from Sword Cloud Peak, and those who came were mostly old True Immortals and Yuan Immortals stuck at bottlenecks, as well as exceptionally beautiful and graceful female disciples.

The only few male disciples who came to visit were Gu Qingcheng, Yu Yingshu, and other peak brothers who had gone to the East Sea with them on a previous trip.

Ningning Mu took the opportunity to dress up carefully and then busied herself with serving tea, offering water, and expressing gratitude, essentially assuming the posture of the lady of the residence.

From afternoon till dusk, having sent off the last group of visitors, Ningning Mu was exhausted to the point of dizziness.

Serving tea and water wasn’t too tiring, but talking to so many people and dealing with all the internal elders truly drained her energy.

Just as Ningning Mu was about to close the great door of the cave residence and activate the Formation, a transmitted voice suddenly penetrated her ear—it was her Master Qing Su.

“Ningning, you and Ping’an are just fellow disciples with a good relationship, but today you behaved somewhat excessively.”

Ningning Mu paused: “Master…”

Qing Su sighed,

“Some have already reminded me just now; you and Ping’an have yet to become Dao Companions.

Such close care indeed might affect your reputation.

“Once Ping’an is healed, come back to cultivate.

“If he doesn’t seek you out afterward, then what are you so preoccupied with?”

“Yes, Master, I understand.”

Ningning Mu softly agreed, and with a soft sigh, she closed the door and stood blankly for a while facing the lotus pond.

She walked back to Brother Ping’an’s bedroom with her hands behind her back, moved a meditation cushion, and sat down at the foot of Li Ping’an’s bed.

The wisps of incense from the burner kept rising, continuously absorbed by Li Ping’an.

In the area of Li Ping’an’s Spirit Platform, his Primordial Soul had already sat up cross-legged, silently pondering something.

He was comprehending his Divine Skills.

In front of Li Ping’an’s Primordial Soul, a stream of dawn light flowed gently like water, within which a few same scenes kept emerging.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood;

An exhausted rotund Immortal;

A raised half of a corpse;

A golden arrow shooting out from blood-red clouds.

There would be such a tribulation following his father.

This was utterly different from the Investiture of the Gods Cataclysm that Li Ping’an had initially imagined.

After forcibly looking at this picture thrice in a row, he had gathered all of the information he could obtain.

The dead bodies shown at the bottom of the image included both the Human Race and the Demon Race, with the former being in greater number;