Immortal Father
Chapter 338 - 338 124 Great Awakening Returns to the Mountain_3

338: Chapter 124 Great Awakening Returns to the Mountain_3 338: Chapter 124 Great Awakening Returns to the Mountain_3 “And then someone introduced her to me as…

Fenghou.”

Li Ping’an’s eyes brightened.

Xu Sheng’s silver-white mutton chops quivered a few times as he exclaimed, “The Yellow Emperor’s minister?

Fenghou?

Really or not!”

“Hmm, it is indeed this Great Power of the Human Race.”

Li Dazhi smiled proudly and continued,

“Fenghou is the grandson of Fuxi Shi, aided the Yellow Emperor in defeating Chiyou, and is now a highly influential Minister among the Human Race; he can directly interfere in many affairs of our kind.”

Li Ping’an slowly nodded, feeling somewhat regretful in his heart.

He did wish to experience the Dao Charm of such a top-level powerhouse of the Human Race, to see if he could gain some enlightenment.

Li Dazhi added, “Fenghou came because of the affairs concerning Li Mu’s daughter, asking me about the Mu family.

I explained everything in detail; Fenghou was indeed deeply moved and asked me to take good care of Li Mu’s daughter, not allowing the slightest mishap.”

“What did Dad say?”

“Of course, I patted my chest and promised,” Li Dazhi chuckled, “I said, Li Mu’s daughter and my son have been childhood sweethearts, innocent and untouched by the world.

If anything happened to her, the entire Wanyun Sect would shave their heads in penance.”

Li Ping’an sighed with a smile, “In the past, it was always me looking after Ningning, now she stands much higher than me in the Eastern Alliance.”

The crowd couldn’t help but chuckle.

Xiaoyue laughed, “To shave heads as penance, such a statement is too grand.”

Li Dazhi touched his own shiny bald head, “I said shave heads, shave heads as penance.”

The crowd’s foreheads simultaneously marked with a few black lines.

In front of Fenghou, such a distinguished figure of the Human Race, Li Dazhi still dared to joke like this…

“Hehehe,” Li Dazhi stretched out lazily, “Ping’an, just say the word next time you lack treasures, and I’ll go get some stock from the elderly Tianli.”

Li Ping’an was too lazy to respond.

Oh boy, his father was really going head to head with the senior Tianli.

Meanwhile.

Inside a grand hall at the headquarters of the Eastern Alliance.

“Li Dazhi!

I’m taking you on!”

Tianli, his hair and beard spreading out, roared silently upwards, powerful waves of Dao Charm emanating from him, making the patrolling celestial soldiers outside the hall tremble.

In the corner, Wen Rou and Daoist Zisang sat cross-legged and exasperated.

“Master, wouldn’t it be better to persuade the Ancestor?”

“Why bother,” Wen Rou snorted, apparently in a bad mood, “He was clearly in the wrong, and yet he blames others, hmph.”

Daoist Zisang looked puzzled.

What’s wrong with Master?

It had been centuries since he had seen his Master with such an expression, tinged with annoyance.

…

Within Wanyun Sect.

Ningning Mu had just awakened an hour ago, a hazy and distant memory surfacing in her mind, a faint mark forming between her brows.

She pursed her lips and sighed softly, a complex tapestry of emotions stirring within her—part melancholy, part joy, part confusion, part resignation.

These myriad feelings slowly converged into the image of that young Daoist.

‘Take good care of me.’

Ningning Mu leaned against the window, staring blankly at the twilight sky, ripples of emotion subtly stirring within her.

Unaware of the changes within herself, having merely slept deeply and dreamed a distant dream, she emanated a more ethereal presence, like a fairy drifting down from the ancient vast lands, settling into this largely peaceful modern world.

A slender finger traced on the window ledge, scribing the word ‘Ping’an’, expressing a heartfelt sentiment.

Suddenly, the lights of the Mountain Protection Array at the mountain gate flickered as a flying ship darted into the array and then swiftly retracted.

A middle-aged Daoist in a loose-fitting Daoist robe and a bare head laughed heartily:

“Hahahaha!

The Hall Master has returned!”

Ningning Mu couldn’t help but smile and hesitated on whether to go greet her uncle.

As she contemplated, she glanced behind her to see her familiar Qing Su Master and the ‘stranger’ male cultivator standing beside him.

“Senior Brother!”

Her breath quickened as she picked up her skirt and ran barefoot towards the nearby stairs.

Yet, that party was already riding clouds towards Caiyun Peak.