Immortal Father
Chapter 155 - 155 64 The Bull Demon is Startled Ling'er Makes a Move_2

155: Chapter 64: The Bull Demon is Startled, Ling’er Makes a Move_2 155: Chapter 64: The Bull Demon is Startled, Ling’er Makes a Move_2 This indeed is:

The mad demon probes Wanyun, the blessed immortal startles the ox’s heart.

Anger-mad and longing to vent fury, calamity extends to all ordinary men.

…

“Senior brother, slow down a bit!”

Ningning Mu supported Li Ping’an as they walked out of the bedroom.

Li Ping’an’s complexion was still somewhat pale at this moment, his walk slightly unsteady, but he was largely unimpeded.

No sooner had he seated himself in the recliner than Ice Blue Immortal Light appeared.

Qing Su materialized beside Li Ping’an, her movements natural as she picked up his arm to carefully examine it.

“Turns out it’s nothing serious.”

Qing Su’s beautiful face was tinged with more emotion, her usually slightly pursed lips now rising into a smile.

She said to Li Ping’an, “Next time you want to attempt something and I can be of help, there’s no need for you to risk it yourself.

My Primordial Spirit can take more battering than your Primordial Soul.”

“Ah, yes,” apologized Li Ping’an with a smile, “I’ve made you worry, Master.”

“Mm.”

Qing Su shook her head slightly, her starry eyes gleaming with a faint light as she whispered:

“Although I am your master, outside of imparting teachings, it turns out you’ve taught me much more.

“Disciple, I don’t know what you saw, but I perceived many emotions in your eyes at that time, and I’ve never seen your dao heart so stirred.

“Am I your master?”

Li Ping’an hurriedly replied, “Master, why would you suddenly ask such a thing?”

Qing Su slightly pursed her lips, “Then you should at least tell me, why did you suddenly cough up blood, otherwise…

I always feel, I am not as good as your father.”

Li Ping’an: You’re much better looking than my real dad.

He really wanted to say something cheeky, but the atmosphere clearly wasn’t right for it.

Ningning Mu was also looking at Li Ping’an with concern, and there were only the three of them present.

Li Ping’an hesitated deep down, but he always refrained from telling his Master what he had seen.

What he had witnessed was but his father’s calamity; his father had transmitted cultivation to protect him.

It was only right for him to help his father dispel disasters and resolve doubts, a matter of ethics, needing no involvement of others.

“I saw an ordeal meant for me.”

Li Ping’an exhaled slowly and whispered:

“To see the ordeal clearly, I activated my Divine Skills multiple times, but in the end, they were all obstructed by fog.

“Such an ordeal seems to be related to the Demon Race.”

“An ordeal?”

Qing Su murmured, lifting her hand to pinch her chin, humming thoughtfully as a contemplative look crossed her beautiful eyes.

Just as Ningning Mu was about to speak, a Jade Talisman in her sleeve trembled lightly.

She blinked, “Master has summoned me back to cultivate!”

“Go on, and thank you for having looked after things this time,” Li Ping’an’s voice carried added warmth, “I’m fine now, and I won’t force myself to probe through the mist with Divine Skills again.”

“Well, that, uh,” Ningning Mu hesitated, “I might not be able to see you for a long time when I go back to cultivate this time.

Senior brother, if you…

if you miss me, you can come to Caiyun Peak.”

“Alright.”

Li Ping’an’s response was prompt.

However, Ningning Mu felt somewhat unsure, well aware that once her senior brother began pondering over Artifact Refining, he would forgo sleep and forget to eat for months on end.

“Um,” she bit her lip and whispered, “then you must come to see me, my master said…

well, I’ll be going back first.”

Ningning Mu bowed to Qing Su and turned towards the cave entrance.

Qing Su wasn’t very adept at perceiving emotions but watching Ningning Mu’s retreating figure, she felt that the latter seemed reluctant to return to Caiyun Peak.

Li Ping’an suddenly called out, “Ningning?”

Ningning Mu paused, turning back from the stone bridge, her steps and swaying form causing her skirt to whirl softly, the plain disciple uniform emphasizing her graceful figure, and her light makeup accentuating her delicate beauty.

A lovely maiden in bloom, a fairy named Ningning.

Her peach-blossom eyes held a trace of astonishment, caused by Li Ping’an calling her in such a manner for the first time.

From his sleeve, Li Ping’an retrieved two jade bracelets, wrapping them in Mana and floating them towards Ningning Mu.

“Senior brother, those Spirit Stones you gave me will last for hundreds of years,” said Ningning Mu even as she hugged the bracelets to her chest.

After all, she had already taken so many things from her senior brother, so there was no need to fuss over these.

“Inside these are my writings on enlightenment and some tips on cultivation, which I’ve compiled for you.”

Li Ping’an spoke soothingly:

“When you enter the Merge True realm, take me to your home.

It’s been a long time since you’ve been back, and I want to meet your parents.

“If I remember correctly, your parents are also Loose Cultivators on the fringes of the mundane world, with lifespans much longer than ordinary people.”

Ningning Mu blinked, then nodded vigorously, her lips breaking into a smile as if surrounded by swirling peach blossom petals.

“Then, I’ll go back now, senior brother.”

“Go ahead.”

Li Ping’an looked at her more tenderly than before, and Ningning Mu bowed for the first time to Li Ping’an before mounting her sword to fly away.

Once Ningning Mu had left and the great formation resumed, Li Ping’an breathed a sigh of relief.

Qing Su asked, “Why is Ningning’s dao heart in turmoil again?”

Li Ping’an laughed, “Master, I was discussing her family affairs with Junior Sister Mu, she might be missing home…

There’s something I’d like to ask for Master’s help with.”

“Tell me.”

“Could you please make a trip to Mundane Affairs Hall and ask Elder Yansheng to send a few stewards to Daozang Hall?

I need to search for some information and could use some assistance.”

Li Ping’an spoke earnestly:

“Also, could you call for Gu Qingcheng from Xuyun Peak and Yu Yingshu from Xuyun Peak?

I am somewhat acquainted with those two.

If they are not in seclusion, please ask them to come help.”

“Alright,” Qing Su said, puzzled, “What are you looking for?”

“Information on the Demon Race.”

Li Ping’an smiled:

“To know thy enemy and thyself, and never be imperiled in countless battles.

The Demon Race, evolved from the ancient Hundred Clans, poses a major threat to our Human Race.

I wish to understand them better, then develop some Magic Artifacts specifically targeting demon creatures.”