Immortal Father
Chapter 201 - 201 79 Forging to Heaven's Doorstep_3

201: Chapter 79: Forging to Heaven’s Doorstep_3 201: Chapter 79: Forging to Heaven’s Doorstep_3 The immortals of the Forge-Heaven Gate shared messages with each other:

“This disciple has quite the presence, facing us without any sign of distress.”

“He must have seen great challenges before.”

Once Li Ping’an had returned to the main hall of the Yuan Sect;

Mo Yunshen spoke out loud, “A mere Merge True disciple, how could he aspire to lead the Wanyun Sect?”

“Heh heh heh.”

Suddenly, a light laughter arose.

An old crone dressed in a wide robe, leaning on a cane, stood atop the clouds, gazing at the people of the Forge-Heaven Gate with a gentle look.

Her Golden Immortal pressure wasn’t evident, but with just a glance, she made all the immortals in the sky dare not make a move.

The old crone laughed, “Fellow daoists, poor Dao pays her respects.

Although Ping’an is but a disciple of our Wanyun Sect, when he speaks, even my brother Kongming must weigh his words carefully.

You are all here today just to compare the methods of artifact refining, and there is no harm in that, but do not let it spoil the harmony between our three families.”

Mo Yunshen made a Taoist salute: “Senior, may I ask who you are?”

The figure of the old crone gradually turned ethereal and dissipated with the wind, leaving behind a sentence: “Just a member of the Wanyun Sect.”

A Heavenly Immortal elder from the side, older and more experienced, quietly mentioned that this was Granny Linghua of the Wanyun Sect, a person of great renown on the Human Race’s war exploits list.

Mo Yunshen blinked, his mind contemplating the words the old woman had spoken, his gaze fixed on the main hall of the Yuan Sect.

Li Ping’an?

He made a point to remember this name.

“Everyone, please come inside!”

The Daoist Lin Yuan spoke out loud:

“Our small Yuan Sect can hardly accommodate such esteemed guests as yourselves, so I beseech you all to prioritize harmony today.”

Mo Yunshen bowed with a smile, a trace of light flickering deep within his eyes.

The immortals of the Yuan Sect led the way, while those of the Forge-Heaven Gate followed, all heading toward the main hall of the Yuan Sect.

The disciples of the Wanyun Sect and the Yuan Sect stopped their feasting and came out of the side halls to the left and right, looking up at the newcomers from the Forge-Heaven Gate.

The Sect Leader of the Yuan Sect waved his hand, activating the array within the mountain gate, causing the majestic main hall atop the main peak to shake and slowly rise into the air, with dozens of stone pillars around it emitting misty immortal light.

A vast sea of clouds rapidly gathered around the exterior of the hall.

Immortal figures appeared atop the hall, looking down while playing the zither, and the entire hall was instantly filled with the distant sound of the instrument.

This main hall itself turned out to be a Spiritual Treasure!

With this, the Yuan Sect truly had the air of a great sect specializing in artifact refining.

Mo Yunshen led the immortals of the Forge-Heaven Gate forward, scanning the corner where a figure from the Forge-Heaven Gate was hiding with his immortal sense, a slight smile crossing his lips.

Today, they had come for more than just to suppress the momentum of the Wanyun Sect.

The Forge-Heaven Gate would never engage in a losing trade.

…

Within the floating Immortal Palaces above the sea of clouds, Li Ping’an stepped forward, whispering reports to his father, Elder Xiao, and several inner sect elders.

It was primarily about how the visitors from the Forge-Heaven Gate harbored ill intentions and that they should be cautious later on.

Li Ping’an also tugged at his father’s sleeve and whispered in their dialect: “This Mo Yunshen is very crafty, Dad, you must be careful when you speak later on, don’t fall for his tricks.

If you don’t know what to say, let Aunt Xiao speak.”

“That’ll do, that’ll do.”

Li Dazhi couldn’t help but smile wryly:

“All your reminders won’t help, once I start, who knows what might slip out!

How about you handle it, Ping’an?

Weren’t you handling it pretty well just now?”

“All I can do is show weakness to the enemy,” Li Ping’an laughed, “You just be yourself, Dad.

I’ve also just realized, you’re a Great Fate Holder, what’s there to fear?”

“Ah?”

Li Dazhi suddenly felt apprehensive.

This Forge-Heaven Gate was no Sea Watch Sect; if it came to a clash, the Wanyun Sect would be crushed from all sides.

Just then, a light exclamation emerged from the depths of Li Ping’an’s soul.

It was the old steward Tu taking the initiative to speak: “Master, your servant senses a trace of an unusual presence.”

“What?”

“The Cangyue Bead is sensitive to various treasures, Cang Yue…

Cang Yue?”

“Hah, owe.”

A lazy young voice arose: “There’s no important treasure around, feeling a bit sleepy, I’ll continue to sleep, master.”

“Sleep well, just let me know if you find any important treasure.”

Li Ping’an’s Primordial Soul clicked his tongue lightly, continuing to whisper secretly with Steward Tu.