Immortal Father
Chapter 303 - 303 113 Superior Among Guests!_3

303: Chapter 113: Superior Among Guests!_3 303: Chapter 113: Superior Among Guests!_3 Li Ping’an observed from a corner for quite a while, relying on ten percent of his spiritual sense, ninety percent of his insight, and the mighty assistance of ninety percent from the Artifact Spirit of the Myriad Manifestation Chart, he had narrowed down the range of the Blood Fiend Sect’s evildoers to three suspects.

The old sword-slave behind Tuoba Han was a second-ranked True Immortal whose immortal power seemingly derived from spells, but in reality, hid demonic techniques.

The blood-robed elder at the entrance had multiple layers of disguise on himself, a fourth-ranked True Immortal with toxic skills, making him the most troublesome master present.

The middle-aged man with the hooked nose, Xiao Mianzi, a seventh-ranked True Immortal, his Primordial Spirit tinged with traces of murderous aura, appeared virtuous and upright on the surface, yet was far from lightly burdened with killing intent.

——Others were not completely free from suspicion, but these three were just more doubtful.

Taking advantage of the interlude with music and dance warming up the scene, Li Ping’an had already begun to ponder how to weigh the true colors of these three people.

Weiyanzi and Elder Yansheng were on the left, and he had the Jade Pearl transformed by his master inside his sleeve, so starting a fight wouldn’t pose any problem.

But today, in the Drunken Moon Tower, it would be best if his master could avoid taking action.

Otherwise, this cover identity that he had worked hard on would be directly ruined.

Li Ping’an already had an idea in his heart; he requested that the Artifact Spirit of the Myriad Manifestation Chart continue to observe everyone beside his Primordial Spirit, while he himself would keep performing a play called “Madman.”

The music coming from behind the screen changed its melody as the dancers bowed their heads and withdrew.

Sun Yingying stepped forward again, curtseyed towards all sides, and said with a smile, “My Jia’er is blossoming at eighteen, with top-notch skills in cultivation; she is already in the Refining Void Realm.”

Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit pursed his lips lightly.

Nobody buys that.

At eighteen in the Refining Void Realm, one could directly join a great sect as an Immortal Sprout; I reckon she is ‘eighteen plus another one hundred and twenty months.’

Sun Yingying said with a smile: “Jia’er enjoys composing poetry and is skilled in playing the qin.

Several qin masters of our Drunken Moon Tower have praised her qin skills as unparalleled.

However, she doesn’t like Magical Combat, and has not learned any spells for that; she commits her emotions to the qin, and her heart to the qin…

Jia’er, how about playing a piece for the gentlemen here?”

Behind the screen, the curtain fluttered, and a delicate woman in a long dress approached with her qin.

From behind the screen, only her graceful figure was visible, only her waterfall-like hair could be seen, and only a glimpse of her exquisitely delicate and beautiful face could be made out.

The woman bowed with the qin in her arms, her movements as gentle as a breeze swaying the willows; she slowly took her seat behind the desk, bowed her head, and tuned the qin strings.

The more than a dozen male cultivators present were all gazing at her with shining eyes.

In such a hazy moment, beauty is most easily perceived, and those three young-faced young masters are already beginning to recite poetry.

Suddenly.

The black-robed Immortal sitting by the screen, wearing a black half mask, unexpectedly leaned forward, clinging to the screen, and stared intensely at the beauty behind it.

With a few thuds, the sound of the beauty tuning the qin suddenly became disordered.

Li Ping’an took a closer look and thought that this ‘Jia’er’ was not such an overwhelming beauty; she was at most a young beauty from a modest family, plus the purifying influence of regular Immortal spells had sculpted her transcendent aura; her physique was not even as good as his own Apprentice Sister, whose melon-seed-shaped face was quite pretty.

‘That was wrong too; I shouldn’t compare my Apprentice Sister to the women of the Drunken Moon Tower.’

The girl named Jia’er was genuinely startled, pursed her lips slightly, frowned at Li Ping’an, and said softly, “You, you shouldn’t look.”

“Ah, okay, she’s even shy now.”

Li Ping’an sat up straight and then felt the dozens of angry glares surrounding him.

If looks could kill, he’d be cut to pieces a thousand times.

Li Ping’an chuckled to himself, finding it quite easy to infuriate these people.

Sun Yingying, with a smile, walked over to Li Ping’an’s side, took a soft cushion, knelt between Li Ping’an and the screen, spread her dress gracefully, and said:

“Jia’er, play the qin.”

Soon, the sound of the qin tinkled from behind the screen.

As Jia’er played, guests were already signaling their maids to hand over various Storage Magical Artifacts and Magic Artifacts.

The bidding had begun.

Li Ping’an stood by, silently observing the battle for now.

After three qin songs were played, the screen was moved aside, and Jia’er from the Drunken Moon Tower stood up, curtseying deeply.

The Daoists present all wore smiles on their faces.

Sun Yingying said with a smile: “Jia’er, go arrange your boudoir.”

“Yes, Yingying Sister.”

Jia’er responded softly, glanced at the male cultivators in the hall with a mix of timidity and confusion in her eyes, bowed her head, and walked away with small steps.

She didn’t go far but waited in the adjoining room, listening intently to the noise in the banquet hall.

Sun Yingying took the Jade Talisman from the side and said with a smile: “The highest bid now is from Daoist Xiao Mianzi, a total of one Spirit Stone, and two Immortal Treasures.”

Li Ping’an raised an eyebrow slightly.

Naturally, he knew Immortal Treasures varied greatly, and the two mentioned likely were just some half-finished scraps that sounded impressive.

But such a high price for just a fleeting spring breeze?

The Demon Cultivators of Happy Valley must be the richest; if the Eastern Alliance were ever short on provisions…

The blood-robed elder at the door threw out a ring and said indifferently, “I’m in need of a virgin Cauldron Furnace; I hope everyone can step aside, as it’s infinitely beneficial to the beauty as well.”

Sun Yingying took the ring, glanced at it, and said with a smile: “This senior has bid one and a half Spirit Stones and two Immortal Treasures.”

The maid behind Xiao Mianzi stepped forward and placed two Storage Artifacts beside Xiao Mianzi.

Xiao Mianzi said indifferently, “I bid two Spirit Stones.”

“Tsk,” Tuoba Han chuckled lightly, “I quite fancy Jia’er, but just a fleeting spring breeze is indeed not quite satisfying.

I bid five Spirit Stones and four Immortal Treasures to redeem Jia’er.

How about that?”

Sun Yingying covered her mouth and chuckled lightly: “Daoist friend is truly generous, but this does not fit with the rules of my Drunken Moon Tower.

We do not allow redemption.

Rest assured, after tonight, Jia’er will not receive any guests for the next ten years.”