Immortal Father
Chapter 299 - 299 112 Why Not Use It if It's Available_2

299: Chapter 112: Why Not Use It if It’s Available?_2 299: Chapter 112: Why Not Use It if It’s Available?_2 Li Ping’an took out a ring and hung it on his left thumb before continuing:

“Elder, remember to keep an eye on the ring in my hand.

If the ring is on my left hand, it means everything is normal.

If the ring is on my right hand, you guys should call for backup and get ready to take action.”

“I will probably show up at tonight’s coming-of-age banquet under the guise of Mo Wentian’s younger brother, Mo Wendi, to seek out that Blood Fiend confidant.”

Elder Yansheng: “Ping’an…”

“There’s no need for more words, Elder,” Li Ping’an said softly, “my mind is made up, and my master will be right by my side to protect me.

I came to the East Sea for one thing alone—to find an opportunity to eradicate Blood Fiend Hall.

With such an opportunity before me, how can I shrink back?”

Elder Yansheng stood up, frowning, and said, “No, Ping’an, let me finish what I was saying.”

“Go ahead.”

Li Ping’an sighed inwardly.

Elder Yansheng was his Formation mentor, who had always taken great care of him.

He had taken the initiative to discuss these matters today out of trust for the elder.

No matter how much Elder Yansheng advised against it, he was determined to try, even if it meant expending two Return-to-Origin…

“I’ve heard the name Mo Wentian before,” Elder Yansheng said, “a rather prominent Demonic Path Artifact Refiner in the past thousand years.

Though I don’t know how you are connected to Mo Wentian, this name…

Mo Wendi is quite unpleasant to hear, it’s obvious you’re imitating Mo Wentian.”

Qing Su nodded earnestly: “That’s right, in the world of Artifact Refining, one’s reputation is of utmost importance.”

Minister Weiyen snorted, “In my opinion, Ping’an, you are a hundred, no, a thousand times more formidable than that Mo Wentian.

Even those ranked in the top three among Demonic Path Artifact Refiners can’t compare to one of your fingers!”

Black lines crept across Li Ping’an’s forehead.

Come on, why are the three of you focused on such strange points!

Shouldn’t you be worried about the danger to my life?

Elder Yansheng said, “How about Mo Tianxing!”

Qing Su, with her chin in her hand, carefully considered: “No good, Mo Wenqing sounds more pleasant.”

Minister Weiyen said, “Must we stick to the surname ‘Mo’?”

“Enough already!”

Li Ping’an clenched his teeth and finally declared:

“Master, come with me, we’ll go stroll around the city before heading to the Drunken Moon Tower!

Elder Yansheng, erase the memories regarding this identity from Minister Weiyen’s spiritual platform!”

“Okay.”

Qing Su transformed into a streak of immortal light, employing a transformation technique to return to Li Ping’an’s side, this time taking the form of a ‘red string with a jade bead,’ fastened to Li Ping’an’s wrist.

Minister Weiyen’s body shook: “No!

Ping’an, why would you erase my memory?”

Li Ping’an spoke earnestly: “Minister, if you can’t even defeat me now, what will you do if you get captured by Demon Cultivators and they search your Primordial Spirit?”

Minister Weiyen blinked: “You make a good point…

But couldn’t you have just sent me away earlier instead of letting me listen?”

“That would have been too disrespectful to you.”

Li Ping’an bowed his hands and used an Escape Technique to leave the place guarded by the Formation.

Minister Weiyen was speechless, touched deep inside but feeling something was not quite right.

A murderous aura from behind!

Minister Weiyen’s whiskers trembled as he turned his head shivering.

The skinny figure of Elder Yansheng now appeared extremely tall and imposing, his hair and beard fully spread out, his robes billowing, and his triangular-shaped eyes emitting a fierce glow.

“Minister Weiyen!

I brought you to the East Sea to accomplish things, yet you’ve been spending all your days seeking pleasure!

So unambitious!”

“Elder, I was wrong!

I won’t do it again!

Ah—”

Underneath Dong’an City, the pitiful wail was swallowed by the Formation’s barrier.

In the little building above, Wen Ling’er, who was cheerfully decorating her new home, heard something and leaned out to take a look outside.

Nothing seemed amiss.

…

‘Just two hours have passed, and here I am again.’

Li Ping’an, wearing a mask and dressed in a black robe, stood proudly in the lowest floor room of the Drunken Moon Tower.

In front of him was a small window looking out onto an underground courtyard, where a group of slim young girls were frolicking in the water.

Whoosh—

The sound of a wooden door being pushed open came from behind.

Two old crones with their skirts tucked up, hopped in sprightly, followed by eight elite Wohuan Valley guards.

All these Wohuan Valley elites were of the Immortal realm, maintaining the appearance of dainty young girls, walking barefooted, with silver bells on their ankles.

The presence of silver bells indicated that they had not used any Secret Techniques to escape.

Li Ping’an turned around, his eyes now a different color, bearing a certain air of recklessness.

He said, “Are you two in charge here?”

“We pay our respects to the dignitary!”

Elder Yin Lin, a True Immortal, bowed along with the Elder Immortal, and presented the black jade token back to him with great reverence.

Normally, handing over such an item would only require it to be wrapped in a wisp of immortal power and pushed over from afar, but the Immortal elder personally stepped forward to hand it over.

It was a deliberate attempt to test him.

Li Ping’an calmly reached out, took the Jade Talisman back, and nodded slightly: “Is the check complete?”

His aura was not merely camouflaged by himself but also with the assistance of his master; pretending to be an Immortal or a True Immortal was no issue.

The only drawback was the lack of that distinct Blood Fiend aura brought on by the slaughter of many, which even his master couldn’t mimic using Immortal Realm Dao Charm.

It wasn’t a significant issue, though, as most people on the Demonic Path practiced the Way of Immortality.

Elder Yin Lin realized at once.

Immortal Dao Charm, an Immortal realm cultivation, but not a strong one.

“What are you talking about,” Elder Yin Lin chuckled, “There is only one identity token for Mo Wenqing, crafted with our Wohuan Valley Secret Technique, it certainly cannot be mistaken, please take a seat.”

Li Ping’an said, “Please have a seat as well, for I am the one who seeks a favor from you both.”

True Immortal Elder asked, “Is Leader Mo well?”

“Hmm,” Li Ping’an nodded, “My brother has been preoccupied with some matters recently, so he called me here.”

“May I know how to address you?”

“Mo Wenqing,” Li Ping’an calmly gave the false name his master had provided.