Immortal Father
Chapter 336 - 336 124 Great Awakening Return to the Mountain

336: Chapter 124: Great Awakening, Return to the Mountain 336: Chapter 124: Great Awakening, Return to the Mountain Wen Rou was truly anxious at this moment.

It wasn’t for any other reason, but because she knew her father’s temper best.

Her father was indeed enraged by Brother Dazhi, and he wouldn’t let today pass without making Brother Dazhi suffer some hardships.

Wen Rou had been watching for a day and a night, witnessing her father throw Brother Dazhi into three Bagua training formations.

Every time, Brother Dazhi would enter in disarray but exit gracefully, not only taking away the treasure chests placed by her father but also looting two to three tenths of the treasures inherent in those miniature worlds.

After several rounds, Brother Dazhi was not only unharmed but also gained a lot;

Her own father, maddened with rage and flushed with anger, was ready to personally challenge Li Dazhi.

Her father was at the pinnacle of Great Perfection in the Golden Immortal Realm, just half a step away from reaching the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm.

A single falling hair from him could give Brother Dazhi a difficult time.

Her Brother Dazhi was the Great Fate Holder of the Human Race in this generation; who knows when he would soar to the skies and receive the care of the three Human Emperors;

Her own father, although being the deputy leader of the eastern alliance, was just a general in the grand scheme of the Human Race.

If he were to truly hurt, to displease Brother Dazhi, wouldn’t that be…

Wen Rou had come out half an hour earlier and had rushed straight here.

Wen Rou had calculated that this way, she could bring Li Ping’an to the Ruins of Heaven fastest, and in her opinion, only Brother Dazhi’s wise son, Li Ping’an, could resolve the current situation…

Under the peach tree, Li Ping’an and the Daoist Zisang stood with their hands folded behind them.

“Master,” Zisang chuckled, “seeing you in such a hurry, what’s the matter?

Where’s Uncle Li?”

Wen Rou descended from the clouds, saying urgently, “No time for idle chat, come with me to the eastern alliance!

Ping’an, your father and mine are about to fight!”

“Fight?”

Li Ping’an’s smile stiffened: “Can my father beat Senior Tianli?”

“Ah, the matter is quite complicated.”

Wen Rou quickly recounted the events that had occurred in the training hall.

Daoist Zisang turned away, his shoulders shaking and his Daoist robe quivering.

Li Ping’an had a hard time deciding whether to laugh or cry.

Old man Tianli set up trials for his father, only to lose a pile of treasures, with his father coming out unscathed and breaking through three or four training formations.

However he heard it, it all seemed like good news for his father.

Li Ping’an said earnestly, “Me going there would be of no use.

It’s Old man Tianli versus my father now.

In such a matter, I’m afraid it will have to end with a decisive outcome.”

Zisang chuckled:

“Master, I know you are anxious, but don’t rush.

“With Brother Li’s influence and Elder Kongming’s presence, our ancestor, for certain, won’t truly trouble Uncle Li.

“But if Brother Li were to go now, it would actually make it difficult for both of them to back down, with one not wanting to lose face in front of a junior he values, and the other wanting to maintain his dignity as a father in front of his son.

That’s the real trouble.”

Wen Rou sighed, “I’ve truly become flustered from worry.

So how should we persuade them to stop?”

Li Ping’an thought it over but wasn’t sure what to do.

Normally, his father was best at making these old seniors happy; it didn’t make sense that he couldn’t handle Old man Tianli.

But then he thought, most of the Human Race’s great masters held disdain for the Heavenly Dao, and his father had been singled out by an envoy of the Queen Mother, saying that his father’s Great Fortune was given by the Heavenly Dao.

Perhaps, Old man Tianli was annoyed because of this incident.

From Old man Tianli’s perspective, the venerable ancestors of the Human Race had fought bravely and shed blood, overcoming countless obstacles to create the status quo.

The order of the world should have been established by the Human Race, but the Heavenly Dao had once again stepped in…

That was somewhat understandable.

“Senior Wen Rou,” Li Ping’an spoke earnestly, “how about I write a letter to persuade my father to make a concession to Old man Tianli?”

Wen Rou quickly agreed, “That’s the way to do it!”

Suddenly a soft exclamation came from beneath the tree.

Xiaoyue, who had changed into a light purple dress at some point, ascended into the sky on a cloud.

Xiaoyue smiled, “My Uncle Master hasn’t done anything wrong; why should he concede?

The Great Fortune is not something he asked for himself; it was unwillingly given by the Heavenly Dao.

There’s nothing one can do about that.”

The corner of Li Ping’an’s mouth twitched slightly.

Someone noticed!

Aunt Yue had noticed that the Heavenly Immortal Wen Rou was worried about her own father!

Though Li Ping’an himself also felt somewhat moved, wondering why his father had been gone for just a day and night, yet had managed to cause Heavenly Immortal Wen Rou such concern, his intuition seemed to be correct!

Aunt Yue was taking a fighting stance!

Clearing his throat, Li Ping’an spoke seriously, “Aunt Yue, the ancient Human Race fought against the Heavenly Dao, and now the Heavenly Dao shows signs of revival.

My father has thus displeased several of our predecessors for this reason; it’s nothing major, and it fits with reason.”

“That won’t do,” Xiaoyue said, “Although I’m not some Great Power, everything must be reasoned!

If you Ping’an can’t show up, I’m not afraid.

If it comes down to it, I’ll just go argue with Senior Tianli!”

Daoist Zisang blinked from the side, suddenly understanding something.

Aunt Yue?

Uncle Master?

Oh, what a mess your sect is.

As Li Ping’an pondered, about to speak, Wen Rou beside him said, “This fellow Daoist, this matter should not be known by outsiders.”

“What if I’m not an outsider?”

Xiaoyue’s phoenix eyes held a hint of mirth, and her beautiful, alluring face took on a bashful aspect.

Both Daoist Zisang and Li Ping’an chose to look away at the same time.

Xiaoyue spoke softly, “This fellow Daoist may not be aware, my master Yun Ting is also a Golden Immortal of the Wanyun Sect.

Although I am a generation apart from Uncle Master Dazhi, we have worked together for many years.

Castcloud Hall of Wanyun Sect was built by both of us; with him, there is no distinction between us or outsiders.”

Wen Rou smiled, “Are the two of you a Daoist couple?”

“We’re not exactly a Daoist couple.”

Xiaoyue covered her snow-white chest, sighing, “I am currently recuperating from some injuries in Uncle Master Dazhi’s room, and since Uncle Master Dazhi is near reaching the Heavenly Immortal Realm, I dare not hinder his cultivation.”