Immortal Father
Chapter 328 - 328 121 Ready to Return_Part 2

328: Chapter 121: Ready to Return_Part 2 328: Chapter 121: Ready to Return_Part 2 “But Ningning has lived her own life, she is the inspirational heroine who brandished her sword to traverse the lands, she is the disciple of Caiyun Peak who wished to embark on the Immortal Path, she should not be consumed by this Spiritual Power.”

“Fortunately, while continuously comprehending the Dao, I connected with the spiritual thoughts hidden within the Fountain of Youth, and finally found a solution.

Everything arose because this Fountain of Youth is not the true Fountain of Youth, and it should also end with this very Fountain of Youth.”

“My Spiritual Transcendence Technique is derived from the Dao Principles of the Fountain of Youth.

If this method is ineffective, then only the true Fountain of Youth of the Queen Mother can resolve it.”

He looked up at the Qingluan bird in the sky, which was still circling.

Tianli, the elder, pondered carefully, while several Golden Immortal physicians discussed amongst themselves.

After a while, Elder Tianli said, “If you’re confident, give it a try.

Do your best, and I will bear any consequences.”

“Thank you, senior.”

Li Ping’an said solemnly:

“Ningning is my childhood sweetheart and junior fellow disciple.

The Mu family’s elder lady will be my mother-in-law in the future, I certainly dare not perform the technique recklessly.”

Elder Tianli glanced at his own daughter, feeling a tinge of regret in his heart.

What a pity, this boy already has a childhood sweetheart as a junior fellow disciple, and his daughter, the proud daughter of the Eastern Alliance’s deputy leader, can’t be married off to become a concubine.

“You can proceed.

Whatever preparations you need, just command us.

There are eight Golden Immortals here, if that’s not enough I can summon more!

The Eastern Alliance has hundreds to thousands of devotees!”

Li Ping’an replied hastily, “There’s no need for that, my father and master’s help is sufficient.”

With that, Li Ping’an walked over to his father and whispered a few words.

Li Dazhi nodded in agreement and turned to walk towards Mu Cilin, while Li Ping’an leapt to the side of the Fountain of Youth, which resembled an altar, to whisper with his master.

Soon after, Li Dazhi ordered Xinhuai Wang to move over a dozen chairs, while he himself supported Mu Cilin and walked towards the Fountain of Youth step by step.

At Wanyun Sect, atop Caiyun Peak.

Ningning Mu’s mind was somewhat restless; she stopped her cultivation and pushed open the window to gaze at the green bamboo forest.

She was holding a wooden puppet in her hand, her slender fingers gently gliding across the puppet’s cheeks as she leaned by the window and sighed softly.

Although her senior brother had just left the mountain gate not long ago, once she knew that she wouldn’t find him in that cave abode, she couldn’t help but miss him a little.

‘I must focus on my cultivation and return home soon.

I cannot allow my senior brother to leave me too far behind.’

…

“Master, father, put on your masks.”

Li Ping’an reminded them before slowly taking his seat by the edge of the Fountain of Youth, with Qing Su and Li Dazhi seated to his left and right, respectively, behind him.

Mu Cilin at this moment laid quietly in the water, suspended on the surface by immortal power.

Having taken a dosage of the memory-confounding pill, she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Her face and skin, as smooth as that of a young woman’s, contrasted against the withered skin on her arms and hands.

Eight Golden Immortals took their seats not far away, with Xinhuai Wang and Zisang, two True Immortals in charge of maintaining the order around them, keeping those gathered martial artists from getting too close.

Li Ping’an took a breath, flicked his finger, and a droplet of spring water floated towards him, which he collected in the palm of his hands.

Immediately after, Li Ping’an formed hand seals and began to use the newly comprehended Spiritual Transcendence Technique.

The droplet of spring water kept splitting and reassembling, with strands of the profound Dao Charm diffusing from around Li Ping’an.

Li Ping’an called out, “Master.”

“Mmm.”

Qing Su closed his eyes, brought his sword fingers together to form quickly changing seals, and gently tapped towards Mu Cilin as per Li Ping’an’s previous instructions.

He enveloped Mu Cilin’s Primordial Soul with the power of his immortal consciousness, slowly lifting it up.

A three-inch tall ghostly figure gradually emerged from Mu Cilin’s chest, standing in the air, identical in appearance and form to Mu Cilin.

Behind Mu Cilin’s Primordial Soul, however, a gray ribbon stretched backward.

At the end of the ribbon was a mass of gray mist, from which numerous hands and feet kept reaching out, entangling what appeared to be over sixteen hundred indistinguishable Primordial Souls.

Although Li Ping’an was mentally prepared beforehand, actually seeing this scene still caused his Dao heart to sink.

“Master, stabilize the Spiritual Power behind that mass.”

“Mmm, it’s stabilized.”

Li Ping’an closed his eyes, and the Spiritual Spring trembled rapidly in his palms.

With his left hand forming sword fingers, he raised the Spiritual Spring to the tip of his fingers.

As he pointed forward, the transformed drop of Spiritual Spring water flew into the mass of gray mist.

There suddenly came a series of sighs from within the mist.

Fortunately, it was only sighs and not wails.

In other words, this tangled mass of Primordial Souls bore no resentment, only some regrets.

Shortly after, a bit of breath detached from the misty mass, taking the form of a young woman dressed in white.

She looked down at Mu Cilin floating below, visibly heartbroken, and with tears rolling down, she whispered softly, “Cilin, it’s my incompetence.

I can’t solve this predicament.”

As she spoke, her figure began to gradually dissipate.

Li Ping’an suddenly called out, “Father.”

Li Dazhi nodded, channeled his immortal power into the Fountain of Youth, and as instructed by Li Ping’an, he rapidly recited the Taoist Liberating Scripture, loudly proclaiming:

“Respectfully send off our ancestors!”

Two green dots slowly rose from within the Fountain of Youth, lightly circling, and removed a male and a female phantom, both dressed in battle armor.

The phantoms bowed to Mu Cilin’s mother, supported her left and right, and then proceeded from east to west, walking slowly towards the Western Mountains.

After fewer than nine steps, the three phantoms dissolved into Spiritual Energy and disappeared.

Elder Tianli looked up silently, the Golden Immortal devotees each lowered their heads, and two elderly women, despite being accustomed to life and death, couldn’t help but have red-rimmed eyes.

The first spirit uncoupling was successful, and what followed was simply a repetition of the process.

Li Ping’an continued to draw in water from the Spiritual Spring, refined it, and sent it into the tangled mass of Primordial Souls, in chronological order from the most recent to the oldest, repeatedly removing each soul that should not have come into being.