Immortal Father
Chapter 253 - 253 97 The Eastern Envoy Visits Wanyun【Three More s for Votes】

253: Chapter 97: The Eastern Envoy Visits Wanyun【Three More Chapters for Votes】 253: Chapter 97: The Eastern Envoy Visits Wanyun【Three More Chapters for Votes】 Three cups of fine liquor, rain at the fifth watch, guests gone, and beauties hidden.

Li Dazhi and several Peak Masters and elders finished their drinks and bid farewell.

Li Ping’an and Ningning Mu played a few games of chess, after which Ningning returned to Caiyun Peak to rest.

Actually, she departed so hastily today that she needed to go back for more books, snacks, and fairy skirts, planning to come again tomorrow to accompany Li Ping’an.

Wen Ling’er was tidying up the messy cups and dishes;

Qing Su was in the inner cave soaking in the hot springs, in seclusion.

Li Ping’an dragged over a lounge chair, opened up a Magic Artifact parasol, and sprawled out in front of the cave’s entrance, feeling quite contented.

He took out a jade gourd filled with spiritual fruit juice he had obtained in the deserts of the Western Continent.

The juice, brimming with Spiritual Energy, tasted sour and sweet and was quite delectable.

The Western Continent was not entirely without its merits.

The Formation light barrier surrounding their cave dwelling became nearly transparent when looked at from the inside, allowing the beauty of the mountains to be fully appreciated.

So he enjoyed the distant mountain scenery, listened to the nearby water, occasionally saw Immortals riding the clouds swiftly, and watched weary birds keeping company with cranes.

The thirty-six peaks of the Wanyun Sect were visible from this corner, at least a small half of them; the sea of clouds around the main peak was particularly spectacular.

There were always Immortals coming and going there, maintaining the workings of the entire sect.

Li Ping’an closed his eyes to rest, his Primordial Spirit sitting cross-legged on the Spiritual Platform.

His Spiritual Platform now was truly…

a mixture of everything.

There’s no need to mention the three Spiritual Treasures: the Cangyue Bead, Myriad Manifestation Chart, and Subdue Mountain Seal all projected their shadows on his Spiritual Platform, continuously communicating with his Primordial Spirit.

The Primordial Spirit refined the Spiritual Treasures, and the Spiritual Treasures in turn nourished the Primordial Spirit.

This was a benefit unique to acquired Spiritual Treasures.

Up to today, Li Ping’an’s aptitude had improved from “Elemental Cultivation has a bit of Earth” to “Elemental Cultivation lacks a bit of Earth,” no longer a problem.

He had already formed his Primordial Spirit, and his current cultivation was based on this Primordial Spirit.

All he needed to do now was to strengthen the Primordial Spirit, accumulate Mana, and he would have the chance to rush to the Heavenly Immortal level.

It was aggravating to think that as soon as the old problem was resolved, a new problem had emerged, which was…

Above Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit was a small golden cloud, overshadowed by a large expanse of blue clouds.

That was the tempting immortal light from when he broke through from Merge True to Heaven and Earth Bridge.

This immortal light was indeed persistent.

Although he had rejected it last time, it had not dissipated and left Li Ping’an rather speechless.

Why was the Heavenly Dao fixating on him?

He didn’t have Great Fortune!

However, the Heavenly Dao has no disposition and could not be “personified” in understanding.

Li Ping’an shook his head, his mind filled with numerous thoughts.

‘In a world without Great Powers merging with The Great Dao, the concept of the Heavenly Dao is quite elusive.’

‘Beings’ gratitude, The Great Dao’s call, naturally forms the Heavenly Dao, which protects all beings.’

‘The Southern Continent’s Human Race even created a heavenly court; could this court be the work of the Heavenly Dao?

It’s probably related to the Heavenly Dao.’

‘Goddess Nüwa disappeared six thousand years ago, and the Southern Continent shifted from tribalism to the Immortal Dynasty system.

Great Xia has endured for four or five thousand years.

From this perspective, it is impossible to pinpoint when Great Shang and Emperor Xin Zi Shou — the one true to the Wine Pool and Meat Forest, that is, King Zhou — will emerge, nor when the Divine Enthronement calamity will occur.’

This expanse of golden clouds…

Li Ping’an did not bother too much about it.

After all, he had tried many ways to get rid of it over the past two years, to no avail.

Then again, shouldn’t the Heavenly Dao be interested in his own father?

With Father’s Great Fortune and wisdom, he is the perfect spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao.

Uh, could it be that Father’s Great Fortune has shielded him from being targeted by the Heavenly Dao?

Li Ping’an’s eyes lit up as he strongly agreed with this thought.

He then looked towards the corner of the Spiritual Platform, where a stream of rosy light floated — his bloodline Divine Skills.

His Spiritual Sense explored it, lingering for an instant before returning.

Compared to two years ago, the images had changed slightly: The mountain of corpses beneath his father’s feet had become shorter, but the most threatening blood cloud and setting sun arrows remained unchanged.

This was the issue that most worried Li Ping’an now.

Li Ping’an took out a Jade Talisman from his sleeve, closed his eyes to read his own memories, and continued to write and draw on the talisman.

In the past two years, he had encountered quite a few members of the Demon Race.

Although Magical Combat was mostly handled by his master and Aunt Wen Rou, leaving Li Ping’an with few chances to act, he still gained a direct understanding of various types of demons.

The Demon Race, or rather, the Hundred Clans, not only differ in their cultivation practices compared with Human Race Qi Cultivators, but their combat methods are also diverse, and…

There are also various thought processes that Li Ping’an finds unfathomable.

From a human perspective, many demons are uncivilized and lack any concept of etiquette.

Some are extremely cruel, consuming spirits and devouring humans;

Others appear genteel, but beneath their wide robes lie heaps of skeletons.

Among the Demon Race, whoever has the biggest fist is the boss, which makes it easy for them to conquer each other.

Over three years of demon extermination, Li Ping’an had some unexpected gains.

The Great Demon of the Bull Race who had appeared at the Six Sects’ Disciples Training Conference had been identified by Li Ping’an.

Wild Mountain King, one of the several dozens of Demon Kings in the southeast of the Western Continent, of mediocre strength and decent appearance.

Although he calls himself a king, he has only about the combat power equivalent to a second rank Heavenly Immortal of the Qi Cultivators.

This Wild Mountain King, bluntly put, was but cannon fodder set up by the Demon Race’s experts near the southeastern border of the Western Continent.

The black marten that Li Ping’an and Zisang Daoist captured in Yongchu City was the trusted general of the Wild Mountain King.

By the way, that black marten had innumerable murders to its name and had been soul-destroyed.

True annihilation by the Way of Humanity.

In these three years, two Demon Kings perished on the border between the Demon Race and Human Race.

The Wild Mountain King never showed up from start to finish, even ceasing to deploy generals and demon soldiers later on.