Immortal Father
Chapter 339 - 339 125 A Brief Rest in the Mountains Continuing the Journey

339: Chapter 125: A Brief Rest in the Mountains, Continuing the Journey 339: Chapter 125: A Brief Rest in the Mountains, Continuing the Journey Li Ping’an’s first priority upon returning to the mountain was naturally to visit Ningning Mu and to arrange accommodations for her aunt, Lin Fei.

It made Li Ping’an a bit helpless to think about it.

Ever since his teacher Yun Zhongzi had borrowed his body to impart teachings, Li Ping’an’s status within the sect had become quite awkward.

Now, the Wanyun Sect truly was his strong backing; all he needed to do was to say the word, and without needing the added prestige of his father’s reputation, thousands of Immortals within the sect would be ready to support him.

Many of the Immortals would even be willing to lay down their lives for him.

But the downside was also evident; now, whenever he showed his face within the sect, a swarm of elderly Immortals would rush to him within moments, seeking his guidance on cultivation issues.

How could he possibly offer advice to True Immortals and Heavenly Immortals?

At best, he could offer some pointers to a certain Golden Immortal on Artifact Refining—relying on the Myriad Manifestation Chart.

Thus, Li Ping’an chose to disguise himself slightly, turning into an inconspicuous sect clerk.

With his current mastery of the Shape-Shifting Technique, surely no one would recognize him…

“Senior Brother!”

A whisper came with the wind and entered Li Ping’an’s ears.

Li Ping’an paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at the cloud-enveloped side of Caiyun Peak, where he saw Ningning Mu, dressed in a light blue disciple’s robe, standing under a tree with her hands clasped behind her.

Although only a little time had passed since they last saw each other, both felt a sense of dramatic change as if years had gone by.

Looking at Ningning Mu, Li Ping’an saw her graceful figure, her bright eyes filled with the warmth of autumn, and her smile that she couldn’t suppress at the corners of her mouth.

Today, Ningning seemed somehow different.

This difference did not stem from her physical appearance, for she remained the same: skin as lustrous as jade, hair dark as ink cascading like a waterfall, her slender figure perfectly embodying the beauty of youth, with the full moon’s radiance and a willowy waist that added elegance to her ordinary disciple’s robe.

Li Ping’an felt somewhat dazzled as if he saw in Ningning the woman who had guarded the Fountain of Youth for seventy thousand years.

But this trance lasted only a moment.

In Ningning Mu’s peach-blossom eyes, Li Ping’an found the purity and fervor unique to his junior sister.

Then, Li Ping’an turned his body to the side and pointed in a certain direction.

It was only then that Ningning Mu turned her head slightly and saw…

“Aunt!”

Ningning Mu exclaimed joyfully, leaping up as if a crane spreading its wings.

Lin Fei, hearing the call, turned her head and, upon seeing Ningning Mu and thinking of the events of the past few days, couldn’t help but have tears well up in her eyes.

She moved forward and took Ningning Mu’s hands into her own.

“My dear Ningning, I’ve finally seen you!”

Ningning Mu nodded vigorously: “I’ve seen everything here in my dreams.

Auntie, as long as you’re well, that’s good, that’s good.

My mother has gone to the Jade Pool; she also spoke to me in a dream.”

Lin Fei sighed deeply, holding Ningning Mu and weeping incessantly.

Off to the side, Qing Su asked softly, “Disciple, did Ningning not see Daoist Lin Fei just now?”

Li Ping’an replied hurriedly, “Master, don’t call me disciple directly; Ningning…

she was just cultivating and was a bit distracted.”

Ningning Mu blushed with embarrassment, looked up at her senior brother, and blinked.

Li Ping’an made a gesture, then used the Shape-Shifting Technique to transform into a little bee and flew straight into Qing Su’s sleeve.

Ahead, the Master of Caiyun Peak approached with a large group of Immortals to welcome them.

Li Dazhi wore a full smile, having already thought about how to make a grand show in the sect for the ‘daughter of Li Mu.’

This was a joyous occasion that would bring glory to the sect—how could one not make elaborate arrangements?

Let us not dwell on the fact that Lin Fei was arranged to cultivate on Caiyun Peak;

Or that the two Vice Sect Leaders held a feast with Patriarch Xu Sheng to give her a grand welcome.

Instead, let’s mention that when Caiyun Peak had hung up a large banner and actively began activities such as [Learning the Spirit of Li Mu the Divine General] and [Creating a ‘Comprehensive’ Cultivation Environment for Li Mu’s Daughter];

Ningning Mu had discreetly left Caiyun Peak and flown on her sword to the residence at Unnamed Peak.

The residence’s grand formation had already been activated.

Taking out a Jade Talisman, Ningning Mu entered the formation unobstructed, pushed open the half-closed cave door, and glided in on her sword.

Qing Su was on Caiyun Peak, Wen Ling’er was still guarding the courtyard by the East Sea, so there should be only…

“Ha!”

Li Ping’an suddenly jumped out from a corner, startling Ningning Mu so much that she instinctively grasped a handful of hidden flying needles.

“Don’t throw, don’t throw,” Li Ping’an lifted the mask made from the skin of a spiritual beast from his face and said with a wry smile, “I just got a bit playful, maybe that was a bit inappropriate.”

“Senior Brother!”

Ningning Mu cried out with a sob in her voice, leaped off her sword, and rushed straight into Li Ping’an’s arms.

Like a swallow returning to its nest, she sought refuge in Li Ping’an’s embrace, bowing her head and sobbing softly.

Li Ping’an, of course, knew why she was crying, and his recent jest was intended to cheer her up.

However, it seemed now that it had not been very effective.

Li Ping’an sighed softly, gently holding Ningning Mu, his hand brushing through her silky black hair and smooth back, and spoke soothingly:

“Don’t be upset, Auntie is not in any grave danger, and the ancestors of the Mu family have passed away without regrets.”

“Mhm.”

Ningning Mu kept nodding, yet couldn’t stop her tears, allowing the emotions deep in her heart to slowly seep out.

After a while, Li Ping’an and Ningning Mu sat together in the rocking chair in the main hall.

Ningning Mu looked up, propped herself up against his chest, and said softly:

“Senior Brother, I’m alright now.

Can you tell me about what happened before?”

Li Ping’an had intended to take her wrist and shake it playfully, but given the current atmosphere, it was not suitable for banter.

He moved a bamboo chair to the side, and after Ningning Mu was seated, he began recounting the recent events at the Mu family.

When Ningning heard about the secret of the Fountain of Youth and that Mu Cilin had been taken away by the Qingluan bird, her eyes reddened anew, her emotions, like a begonia after rain, had an additional touch of beauty and sadness.