Immortal Father
Chapter 178 - 178 71 Young Grandmaster Six Updates_3

178: Chapter 71: Young Grandmaster [Six Updates]_3 178: Chapter 71: Young Grandmaster [Six Updates]_3 “Then, we take advantage of the situation to debunk the rumors, not targeting the rumors spread by the Demon Race of the Western Continent, but those who mock us from the East Continent,”

“I have checked; there is a secret technique that can trace bloodlines.

Let’s make a big deal out of it and send someone to the Immortal Dynasty.

We’ll pull a few royal children for a bloodline test, transparent and open.

This will deter the beings of the Western Continent from bothering us.”

“However, before we approach these royal children, we must test in advance.

We wouldn’t want to really uncover a Human Emperor bloodline.”

The Sect Leader and Daoist Kongming exchanged glances, each smiling and nodding.

Daoist Kongming said, “Sect Leader, please arrange this matter according to what Dazhi suggested.”

“Yes.”

Daoist Kongming continued, “Dazhi, you mustn’t be idle either.

When the incident at the Immortal Dynasty occurred, the first friends to rush there were several Heavenly Immortals from the Wei Yuan Sect.

We must remember this kindness.

Push forward with the establishment of the branch of Castcloud Hall.”

“Alright, I will.”

Li Dazhi bowed to take the order:

“I will arrange for the stewards to conduct a preliminary survey tomorrow.

In about half a year, let’s have to the Sect Leader dispatch a few inner sect elders for a follow-up survey.

“Mainly to survey their construction sites and the sect’s income from the spirit veins.

”

“In about a year and a half, I will personally go over to establish the first branch of Castcloud Hall.”

“Excellent.”

Daoist Kongming smiled and nodded, then patted Li Dazhi’s shoulder with his hand.

“Master,” Li Dazhi asked cautiously, “Is Ping’an still attending lectures?

Qing Su has come to me twice, asking if Ping’an was injured, and I cannot tell Immortal Qing Su that Ping’an is cultivating with a Great Power.”

“Your teacher left yesterday.”

Daoist Kongming had intended to pull rank, but at the moment he was in a really good mood, so he laughed heartily, his eyes full of reminiscence.

Daoist Kongming said:

“Dazhi, you truly are your master’s lucky star!

“Before leaving, your teacher left me an invitation.

Within a hundred years, the Jade Void Palace will hold the Jade Void Grand Assembly.

The date is not yet set, but all Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Teaching will attend, and there might even be a sermon from the Sect Hierarch!

“Such grand assemblies invite only Innate beings, with very few Golden Immortals from the East Continent present to witness.

“One invitation can bring two guests along.

Yun Mo, Dazhi, when the time for this grand meeting comes, you two will accompany me!”

The Sect Leader was invigorated, while Li Dazhi couldn’t help but blink.

Li Dazhi whispered, “Master, may I give my spot to Ping’an?

My cultivation is fast enough, but Ping’an…

he…”

“Nonsense!”

Daoist Kongming scolded Li Dazhi with a straight face, then his eyes narrowed into a smile:

“Your teacher said before he left that I should take good care of Ping’an and not neglect him in the slightest.

“Now Ping’an is Yunzhong’s disciple, and though he has not inherited The Great Dao, he has inherited your teacher’s method of Artifact Refining.

“Your teacher also said that Ping’an has his own path in Artifact Refining, and he is but a guide.

Ping’an is bound for greatness in the future!

“I plan to let Ping’an take your Elder Brother and Uncle when the time comes.

Now that Ping’an goes in and out of Jade Void, he doesn’t need any invitations.”

Both Li Dazhi and the Sect Leader exchanged glances and laughed together.

Li Dazhi asked, “May I see Ping’an?”

“Go on, go on.

Look at you, can’t live without your son, can you!”

Daoist Kongming mockingly waved his sleeve, and the bamboo forest behind him slowly parted.

Dressed in a light blue Daoist robe, the young Daoist sat on a stone, a fist-sized purple treasure bead slowly revolving around him.

In front of him lay a treasure map which unfurled slowly, flickering with misty immortal light.

If not Li Ping’an, then who?

Perhaps sensing his father’s presence, Li Ping’an softly exhaled and gradually opened his eyes, a flash of divine light passing through them.

The treasure bead slowly descended and, in front of Daoist Kongming, Li Dazhi, and Sect Leader Yun Mo, merged into Li Ping’an’s right palm.

On the back of Li Ping’an’s left hand appeared a light blue crescent moon mark.

Li Ping’an gazed at the mark for a moment as if quietly contemplating.

His Dao Realm had not increased, but his Spiritual Sense had grown substantially—a small benefit bestowed by Yun Zhongzi.

“Alas,” laughed Daoist Kongming, “it seems we’ve interrupted him.”

Li Ping’an then came back to his senses, put away the scroll, stood up, and hastily paid his respects to Daoist Kongming, asking, “Has the teacher left?”

Daoist Kongming replied, “He has.”

Li Ping’an’s face showed a hint of regret as he murmured, “I still had several questions to ask; I can only wait for the next time the teacher appears…

Sect Leader!

Father!”

Li Ping’an then gave another Daoist salutation.

The Sect Leader quickly said, “I wouldn’t dare…

Ancestor, how are we now to address Ping’an?”

Daoist Kongming opened his mouth, then drew a quick breath.

This was a problem.

Ping’an was now the half-disciple of Yun Zhongzi, who exceptionally didn’t take disciples but made a special exception this time.

In the eyes of Yun Zhongzi, Li Ping’an’s status as a half-disciple was above that of many other recorded disciples.

According to the ancient customs, all memorial disciples, no matter how skilled or old, must address a formal disciple as Elder Brother or Elder Sister.

Daoist Kongming frowned and said, “Good heavens, do I now become Ping’an’s junior brother?”

“Ah?” Li Dazhi was a bit stunned.

Sect Leader Yun Mo couldn’t help but laugh quietly for a moment, his shoulders shaking.

Laughter echoed among the Daoists in the bamboo forest.

Accompanied by a breeze laced with Spiritual Energy, bamboo leaves fluttered down.

Amid the jesting, Li Ping’an recalled something important and excused himself to hurry off, rushing to Daozang Hall.