Immortal Father
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161: Chapter 66: Fortune Deities Arriving Together [Seeking Initial Subscription!] 161: Chapter 66: Fortune Deities Arriving Together [Seeking Initial Subscription!] The Golden Immortal Ancestor is leaving his mountaintop retreat?

That was Li Ping’an’s first reaction.

But as he followed his father to the bamboo forest behind the main peak, an inexplicable sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

This place was not only suffused with the Dao Charm of Daoist Kongming, the Golden Immortal Ancestor of the Wanyun Sect, but also permeated with an even more obscure and indescribable mysterious Dao Charm throughout the bamboo forest.

“Dad,” Li Ping’an asked directly, “Is there a sage elder here?”

“What sage elder?

I don’t know about that.”

Li Dazhi coughed lightly and spoke indifferently:

“Your grandmaster asked me to bring you here, probably has some instructions for you.

Just listen and do as you’re told later.

Don’t think too much, whatever he asks you to do, you do…

don’t worry, your grandmaster would never harm us father and son, he’s also my master.”

“Right,” Li Ping’an said with a smile, “I have always respected the grandmaster.”

Li Dazhi raised an eyebrow: “Is that respect second only to your respect for your master?”

“Dad, what are you…”

Suddenly, a stranger’s ancient and gentle old voice came from ahead:

“I hear the two of you talking, the son addresses his father as ‘Dad’?

Is there a reason for this?”

The scenery in the bamboo forest ahead changed.

The bamboos seemed to grow wheels at their roots and parted to the left and right on their own.

Two elderly daoists sat on stone seats, one higher than the other.

The lower-seated elder was naturally Daoist Kongming, his figure somewhat gaunt and face full of wrinkles, currently nodding to Li Ping’an with a smile.

The other elder in white seated on the slightly higher stone chair had grayish-white hair and beard, a ruddy complexion, and his eyes free of any intimidating aura, with a gentle smile on his lips, like a ‘good old gentleman’ who would speak softly and kindly to anyone.

Daoist Kongming, in the Golden Immortal Realm, appeared just like an ordinary elder beside the former.

There were songs praising him:

Born from the celestial purity of Jade Void, birthed from the time when heaven and earth were formed.

Amidst the chaos of fierce battles, he remains unharmed, as the Hundred Clans’ onslaught leaves Wanyun calm.

With his basket, he gathers shattered mountains and rivers, forging myriad treasures that imbue spirits with immortality.

To the left of Yuanshi, a seat held high; one who achieves the great Dao stands supreme at its pinnacle.

Seeing the basket and the old daoist’s smile, Li Ping’an, recalling the “origins of the Wanyun Sect’s techniques” and various descriptions made by elder Xu Sheng, recognized this elder immediately.

Yun Zhongzi!

Chun Teachings of Fortune and Virtue Golden Immortal!

Among the Divine Enthronement legends known to Li Ping’an, Yun Zhongzi was one of the early active figures from the Chan Teachings, mainly known for directly burning to death Wen Taishi and for taking Lei Zhenzi as a disciple.

Yun Zhongzi had once gone to Chaoge City, persuading King Zhou to get rid of Daji to avert greater disasters.

In some rumors about the Divine Enthronement legends, Yun Zhongzi was skilled in Artifact Refining, owned many Spiritual Treasures, each of formidable power.

If an Innate Spiritual Treasure came into his possession, he would give it a glance, utter “got it,” and soon after could replicate a formidable “copy.”

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call him the strongest counterfeit master of Divine Enthronement.

Li Ping’an was genuinely surprised that he had inadvertently met this great entity of the Chun Teachings today, and for a moment, forgot to greet him properly, simply staring in shock.

“Ping’an, Ping’an!

Bow down, Ping’an!”

Li Dazhi whispered urgently from the side.

Seeing that Li Ping’an did not react, he himself bent forward and paid respects with clasped hands.

Li Dazhi said, “To answer the elder’s question, ‘Dad’ is a colloquial term from the countryside of our hometown, also meaning father.

Ping’an has a habit that’s hard to change.”

Yun Zhongzi smiled and nodded, his eyes flickering with amusement.

Li Ping’an seemed to come back to his senses and hastily stepped forward to greet him:

“Disciple Li Ping’an, greets the elder!”

Daoist Kongming looked at Yun Zhongzi, who waved his hand gently.

Then, Daoist Kongming spoke in a gentle voice:

“Ping’an, your teacher would like to take you out alone for a walk.

There’s no need to be nervous, speak whatever you want to say, even if you speak amiss, your teacher won’t blame you.”

“Yes,” Li Ping’an responded with great respect.

Yun Zhongzi slowly stood up, holding the flower basket in his left hand and a horsetail whisk in his right, and said to Li Ping’an:

“Come with me, since there’s been some trouble to the south, let’s go take a look.”

Li Ping’an immediately took two steps forward.

Li Dazhi gave Li Ping’an a covert thumbs-up, offering encouragement.

Yun Zhongzi gently swung his horsetail whisk, and a light mist appeared around him, enveloping him and Li Ping’an.

“Come forward.”

Hearing Yun Zhongzi’s call, Li Ping’an took another step and felt as though someone gently pulled him, and suddenly the sky above him changed.

As the mist gradually dispersed, Li Ping’an realized he was now standing on a cloud, with the white-clothed elder standing three steps in front of him, holding the flower basket in his left hand, stroking his beard, and smiling gently.

“Look below.”

The cloud revealed a gap, through which Li Ping’an looked down and immediately frowned.

A square-shaped city stood over fertile fields, somewhat smaller than Wan’an City, its walls now shining with divine light.

A formidable array’s light barrier enveloped the city completely.

Outside the array, three huge monsters were continuously charging at the city’s barrier.

The fiercest among them was a white tiger a hundred zhang long, with a sharp bone blade on its back, capable of spouting endless black flames from its mouth, with two giant black and red Treasure Beads circling around it.

This beast was the most aggressive, drawing thunderous retaliation from the Wanyun Sect’s Immortals guarding the city.

Six or seven Primordial Immortals, wielding various Immortal Treasures, fought fiercely against the white tiger.

This was not a spar for practice like in the great competitions.

A brutal pounce or swipe from the tiger could shatter mountains and rocks.

If those fell onto the barrier, the entire city could tremble.

The black spheres around it were particularly terrifying, seemingly filled with countless resentful spirits, emitting intense murderous qi.

When these spheres struck, even a Primordial Spirit realm Qi Cultivator would need to dodge at all costs, fearing contamination of their own Primordial Spirit.