Immortal Father
Chapter 309 - 309 115 Annihilation of the Twin Evils Death of the Sword Slave Third Update Large Cup Vote Request_2

309: Chapter 115: Annihilation of the Twin Evils, Death of the Sword Slave [Third Update | Large Cup | Vote Request]_2 309: Chapter 115: Annihilation of the Twin Evils, Death of the Sword Slave [Third Update | Large Cup | Vote Request]_2 “Thank you, senior!”

Li Ping’an voiced his thanks and picked up the mirror.

The situation at the feast above immediately caught his eye.

Those two ‘young’ True Immortals, who had appeared at the coming-of-age feast earlier, as well as three or four non-Immortal young Loose Cultivators, were now drinking and frolicking with Tuoba Han.

Each person was accompanied by a beauty summoned from the brothel, and the group was unabashedly handsy with them.

In the distance, singers and dancers danced gracefully in the dance hall.

Xu Sheng frowned and said, “This Tuoba family doesn’t have much property.

Where does Tuoba Han get such wealth?

He’s keeping two hundred Loose Cultivators in this mansion.”

“Senior, pay attention to that second-rank True Immortal.”

“No problem,” Xu Sheng replied, “I’ve extended my Immortal awareness to cover the entire city.

Just search the mirror for whatever you want to see.”

With that, the image in the mirror quickly zoomed out.

Li Ping’an raised his eyebrows slightly and began observing various places in the city with the Precious Mirror.

To guard against a surprise attack by Blood Fiend Hall, the Immortals of Wanyun Sect were secretly mobilizing.

It didn’t take long for Li Ping’an to find several somewhat familiar Wanyun Sect Immortals.

The other two sects managing Dong’an City in tandem had also begun to act, but they were unaware that tonight they were to be targeted by a ferocious demon.

‘Won’t this startle the snake out of the grass?’

Li Ping’an weighed this thought, hoping now that Blood Fiend Hall was unaware that Wanyun Sect had already received relevant information at Happy Valley.

Would Happy Valley sell the news to two places?

That, was indeed hard to say.

After roughly an hour and a half, the feast above was drawing to a close.

Several young Loose Cultivators stepped out of their rooms and bid farewell to Tuoba Han with clasped hands.

There was a small detail here.

Tuoba Han had previously carried off two women from the brothel, but in reality, after a mere duration of a tea’s time, he made no further moves, simply lying in the room without coming out.

Although Li Ping’an was puzzled, wondering if even a True Immortal could be underwhelming, he didn’t feel it appropriate to outright ask about such matters.

He was, after all, a decent man.

After the beauties had taken their reward money and left through the back door, Tuoba Han’s smiling face gradually darkened.

He violently kicked the feast table away, frightening the surrounding servants and followers into hurriedly kneeling.

Following that, Tuoba Han charged into the barrier-enclosed backyard, with a spiked whip suddenly appearing in his hand, and kicked open two wooden doors.

“Why did you stop me today!”

Tuoba Han bellowed angrily.

Behind the wooden door was a narrow quiet hall; an old sword-slave with a bronze mask sat cross-legged inside, simply bowing his head and sighing softly without responding.

Crack!

Tuoba Han lashed out with the Immortal Treasure whip in his hand.

Chunks of flesh tore from the old sword-slave’s back.

“Damn it!

Why did you stop me today, making me lose face in front of everyone!”

The old sword-slave remained silent.

The whip in Tuoba Han’s hand continued to strike, shredding the clothes on the old sword-slave’s back completely.

Li Ping’an and his companions watched this scene, truly at a loss for words.

Xu Sheng uttered a light “hmm”: “This sword-slave, I seem to have seen him before…

His aura, I must have encountered it somewhere a few thousand years ago, let me think…”

Xu Sheng began to calculate with his fingers.

Li Ping’an was also curious.

Previously, Elder Yansheng had said that he found the aura of this second-rank True Immortal’s sword-slave familiar, but couldn’t recognize who it was.

Suddenly, Xu Sheng said, “Isn’t he of the Heavenly Immortal Dao Realm?”

Upon that, Xu Sheng sighed and looked at Tuoba Han, who kept flinging his whip, cursed him as a “damn fool,” and said no more.

Just as Li Ping’an was about to inquire, Xu Sheng suddenly sent a telepathic message:

“Ping’an, to the northeast, a strand of demonic Qi suddenly appeared.

Aren’t there many experts of the Demon Race in Blood Fiend Hall?”

“Hmm,” Li Ping’an nodded and controlled the Precious Mirror to look towards the northeast direction.

Moments later.

Li Ping’an saw over a dozen shadows gliding across the ground.

These shadows lingered at a corner of the city’s protective enchantment, created a small opening within it and stealthily entered.

Clearly, the art of blending into formations wasn’t exclusive to one party.

Li Ping’an said, “Senior, send a message to Elder Yansheng!

Demons have entered the city…

they are heading towards this estate.”

“All right.”

Xu Sheng agreed, and immediately began to transmit the message.

With the Golden Immortal expert present, everything became much more convenient.

Li Ping’an, holding the Precious Mirror, watched while hiding all traces of his presence beneath the mansion, his breathing becoming extremely slow.

The group of Demon Cultivators used their Escape Skills and converged from underground towards Tuoba’s backyard.

Tuoba Han seemed to have heard the message, stopped the torture he was carrying out, and, with a cold snort towards the old sword-slave who had been silent from beginning to end with his back now a bloody mess, quickly left.

Shortly after, Tuoba Han appeared next to an ancient well, shaking a Jade Talisman that controlled the great formation rapidly, adding two more layers of isolation enchantments to the entire estate.

Tuoba Han knelt on one knee by the well and said:

“Son greets his adoptive father with respect!”

Li Ping’an’s spirits lifted.

Had one of the Eighteen Fiends, the Hungry Absolute Fiend, really come?

But was Tuoba Han that ‘adopted son’?

The answer seemed too simple.

A dozen shadows flew out of the ancient well, transforming into more than ten figures of varying heights and builds.

Traces of their fiendish Qi, demonic Qi, and Demonic Qi began to spread, knocking out all the servants in the estate at once.

In the center was a gaunt old man with a stooped back, who walked forward with hands behind his back, looked at Tuoba Han with a slight smile:

“You’ve done well here, my good son.

Tonight, you’ll have a part in the assassination of Wanyun Xian.”

Tuoba Han eagerly replied, “It’s my fortune to serve my adoptive father!

I dare not claim any credit!

Please rest in the inner hall, adoptive father.”

“Hmm, another group of experts will arrive soon.

I’ve released the tracking incense.

Once they’re here, let’s destroy this city and kill more people.”

The hunchbacked old man sneered coldly: