Immortal Father
Chapter 219 - 219 85 Reaping a Rich Harvest Ping'an's Bottleneck_3

219: Chapter 85 Reaping a Rich Harvest, Ping’an’s Bottleneck_3 219: Chapter 85 Reaping a Rich Harvest, Ping’an’s Bottleneck_3 Li Ping’an asked again, “Dad, how did Yuan Sect deal with Xuntian Xu?”

“Sigh,” Li Dazhi let out a sigh, “The matter of Xuntian Xu is really tricky.

Elder Xu Sheng insisted on punishment while his disciples kept pleading for mercy.

In the end, it was I who suggested the method of handling it.”

“What?”

“Xuntian Xu’s greatest crime was actually taking away the treasure vault.

I had Xuntian Xu return the treasure vault.”

“Xuntian Xu did not only return half of the treasure vault but also gave back all his possessions and all the spirit stones, which alleviated the losses of Yuan Sect considerably.”

Li Dazhi chuckled:

“Xuntian Xu will next walk in the mortal world, saying he wants to do good deeds and build temples for his wife and daughter to attract worshipers.”

“Those elders who were secretly in contact with Xuntian Xu were punished to close their doors and refine artifacts for a hundred years.”

“Furthermore, after Xuntian Xu rescues his wife and daughter, he must return to the sect and be confined for a thousand years, refining artifacts for a thousand years, to make up for the losses to Yuan Sect.”

Li Dazhi chuckled:

“Xuntian Xu has an exceptional talent for artifact refining, another great Artifact Refiner is about to rise in the East Continent, and still we are friendly sects!”

“Forge-Heaven Gate also sent gifts to Elder Xu Sheng as compensation, such is the deterrent power of a Golden Immortal artifact refining master!”

Li Ping’an nodded slowly, pondering for a moment.

Li Dazhi felt somewhat unsure: “What’s wrong?

Is there something inappropriate with such handling?”

“It’s not that,” Li Ping’an sighed, “I’m thinking, Xuntian Xu can save his wife and daughter by relying on his father’s influence.

How many people in the world suffer greatly because they’ve lost their loved ones.”

“Hey!”

Li Dazhi chuckled:

“What joy is there in living, and what pain in dying?

If you can’t even see through this, how can you claim to be cultivating?”

Qing Su also said, “Disciple, the suffering of the world is not related to us.

If there are ones in need within our sight, we should help if we can.

For those beyond our sight, there’s no need to worry too much.”

“Yes, Father, Master, I understand this principle,” said Li Ping’an with a smile.

“I’m just feeling a bit sentimental,” he added.

“You, you’ve just been beaten too little,” Li Dazhi said lightly with a sigh, picked up a piece of braised pork, chewed it thoughtfully, and rinsed his mouth with some fruit liquor.

He said with a smile:

“When I was young, I liked to read wuxia novels.

Back then, I thought the greatest type of heroism was to serve one’s country and one’s people; even an ordinary man should aspire to great ambitions!

“But later, reality poured cold water on me by the bucketful, and my enthusiasm waned.”

“We were ordinary people after all.

First, take good care of family and friends, live comfortably, and then think about contributing to society.

That’s enough for a lifetime, which passes in a flash.”

“If one can simply roar when witnessing injustice, that’s already quite remarkable.”

Li Ping’an asked with a chuckle, “What if after roaring, you find out you can’t beat them?”

“Then run, what else?”

The father and son laughed together.

Suddenly Qing Su asked, “What is a wuxia novel?”

“Ah, that’s, well…”

Li Dazhi scratched his head in a flurry, really not knowing how to explain.

He had been talking enthusiastically, unconsciously addressing Qing Su as one of his own, and he blurted out terms that only he and Li Ping’an understood.

Li Ping’an explained, “Master, a novel is a sort of chronicle of the mortal world, generally describing one or two people’s life stories.”

“Right, just like that,” Li Dazhi said with a laugh, “There’s this novel called ‘The Condor Heroes’, which depicts a master and his disciple…

Oof!

Oof oof oof!

Ping’an, why are you blocking my mouth?

I’m sharing a story!

It’s culture!

There’s absolutely no Yin Zhiping in my story!

It’s pure romance!

Pure love!”

“Dad!

Stop eating!

Hurry up and go back to cultivating!”

“Hahaha!

Let me finish eating!

Hey, I’ll stop talking about it, alright?”

Bang!

The heavy door to the cave dwelling closed with a thud.

Li Dazhi was not annoyed, having seen Li Ping’an blush for once, he chuckled a few times, then tucked his hands into his sleeves, humming the theme tune of “The Condor Heroes”, and headed towards the back mountains of the main peak.

He still had to report to his own master about the gains from this journey.

Inside the cave dwelling, Qing Su asked a few questions about the novel, and Li Ping’an deployed the great skill of changing the subject, discussing the Tao with his master over dinner.

Li Ping’an originally thought that with nothing troubling Wanyun Sect at the moment, he would just continue to cultivate in retreat, striving for the Immortal Realm.

But what Li Ping’an himself hadn’t expected was…

After a year of cultivating, with his father’s assistance in passing on power twice, he reached the peak of Merge True.

Afterwards, even with his father passing on power three more times, his cultivation made no progress.

Three full years after returning from Yuan Sect, Li Dazhi advanced to the True Immortal Realm as easily as drinking water, even skipping past Ninth Grade, Eighth Grade, and reaching Seventh Grade True Immortal.

And the famous Li Ping’an from the East Continent, anticipated to become the next Immortal…

Hit a bottleneck.