Immortal Father
Chapter 373 - 373 137 Li Ping'an's New Assignment

373: Chapter 137: Li Ping’an’s New Assignment 373: Chapter 137: Li Ping’an’s New Assignment The Vice Hall Master of the Blood Fiend Hall and Huo Gunsha Zeng Yimu were still taken away by the elderly Heavenly Crane.

However, with the elderly Tianli present, there was no chance for this Vice Hall Master to live.

The unspoken rule that a Golden Immortal can’t die should be broken.

After the matter was settled, Daoist Kongming invited Xu Sheng and Daoist Zhanyuan back to the sect for tea.

Daoist Zhanyuan agreed with a smile, but Xu Sheng outright refused.

Return to Wanyun Sect’s gate?

He wouldn’t go.

Xu Sheng’s hands were tucked into his sleeves, holding the Cangyue Bead.

The Cangyue Bead could not leave Li Ping’an’s side, so Xu Sheng was reluctant to directly return it, wishing to comprehend it further.

Li Dazhi said, “Master, your disciple still has to take care of the aftermath in Dong’an City.

We should at least provide some consolation to the relatives of the cultivators and mortals who died tragically.”

“Hmm, go and do it.”

Daoist Kongming seemed even older, his eyes full of emotion as he said in a low voice:

“To establish a sect is merely to spread one’s own Daoist inheritance, so why resort to such means?”

Li Dazhi looked towards Li Ping’an, who blinked and said softly, “Ancestor Master, this must be due to the struggle of power within one’s heart.”

“Ah!” Daoist Kongming took a look at Daoist Zhanyuan, hesitated slightly, but still sighed with a smile, “I dare not claim such titles.

You should address me as This Poor Daoist’s junior brother.”

Xu Sheng’s eyes immediately creased into a smile, and he laughed wildly in his heart.

‘Just as expected!

Just as expected!’

Daoist Zhanyuan was somewhat perplexed and after careful thought, he realized that Kongming’s Daoist inheritance originated from a scripture, and that scripture was from Yunzhong…

This Golden Immortal looked at Li Ping’an with a completely different gaze.

Disciple of Chan Sect!

Even the official disciple of the Fortune Golden Immortal Yun Zhongzi!

No wonder Ping’an could enlighten the cultivators of Wanyun Sect.

The Daoist inheritance received by an official disciple must be more comprehensive than just a scripture!

“Daoist Ping’an,” laughed Daoist Zhanyuan, “This Poor Daoist will notify our sect, so my few unworthy disciples can prepare to listen to Ping’an expound the Dao?”

“Dare not, dare not,”

Li Ping’an clasped his hands:

“I will not break my word on the matter I promised to the senior before.

I shall visit Tianyuan Gate later.

“However, regarding expounding the Dao, please let’s change it to discussing the Dao.

I can have a discussion on the Dao with the young talents of Tianyuan Gate.

Aside from the Path of Clouds and the Path of Artifact Refining, I’m really not adept at other aspects.”

“Excellent.”

Daoist Zhanyuan smiled and nodded:

“Discuss it with them, and I will send them later to Dong’an City to find you.”

Daoist Kongming turned and gestured an invitation, and Daoist Zhanyuan clasped his hands in return.

The two elders rode clouds into the high sky, heading straight for the gate of the Wanyun Sect.

Xu Sheng conjured a white cloud, lifting several people to return to Dong’an City.

Next to him, the Heavenly Immortal Wen Rou seemed to have something to say but held back, while Ye Zisang beside her smiled without commenting.

A wisp of immortal light flew out from Li Ping’an’s arms, transforming into the Heavenly Immortal Qing Su in white robes.

Qing Su asked, “Daoist Wen Rou, would you like to have something to eat at my place?

The fish and shrimp in Dong’an City are quite delicious.”

“Sure,” Wen Rou the Heavenly Immortal smiled and stepped forward, landing beside Qing Su, “I am free anyway and still waiting for my father’s call.”

Only then did Ye Zisang step forward: “Brother Li!

It’s time to celebrate our victory!”

Li Dazhi laughed heartily, gesturing to the surrounding immortal soldiers and generals: “Please return to your camps, everyone.

For this demon-clearing, you all have made great contributions.

My family’s Ping’an will report to the Eastern Alliance to celebrate your achievements!

Please wait in the camp, as good food and wine will soon be delivered!”

The generals clasped their hands in thanks, the immortal soldiers meticulously formed their ranks, and rode clouds back to their base.

On the way back to Dong’an City, Li Ping’an couldn’t help but tug at his father’s sleeve, reminding him through a transmitted message:

“Dad, we shouldn’t have asked that last question.”

“It’s just that I couldn’t hold back for a moment.

I’m not an official of the Eastern Alliance, so I’m not afraid.”

“Alright then.

Also, East Continent doesn’t have the concept of ‘iron-clad clemency decrees.’ Dad, you got it wrong.”

“Ah, right, I got carried away because I used to watch dramas about treacherous officials using such decrees to ward off disasters.”

“It should be fine, though.”

Li Ping’an narrowed his eyes slightly.

But he immediately became vigilant again.

He wouldn’t rush to celebrate yet.

He’d wait until he received news from the elderly Tianli, confirming the death of the Vice Hall Master of Blood Fiend Hall and the Eastern Alliance’s decisive action against the Blood Fiend Hall.

Then he could enjoy a drink with his master.

…

After the immortals left, only the residual immortal power remained in the sky, and several new deep ravines and gullies on the ground.

A man and a woman emerged from the dense forest below.

The woman was none other than Cailin the Great, the Demon Race Golden Immortal, who had previously been besieged in Dong’an City.

The man, with an aged face and wearing a black robe, had two antler-like horns on his head; he was also a high-ranking expert of the Hundred Clans and had previously helped Cailin escape.

Cailin the Great showed great respect to this elder.

The elder asked with a smile, “How do you view this Great Fate Holder of the Human Race, Cailin?”

“A bit cunning,” Cailin the Great shook her head slightly, “The Human Race is inherently crafty, and this father and son are particularly so.

Given time, they will surely become our major enemies.”

“Sigh…”

The elder sighed softly.

He said, “Not only are they our major enemies, but all Human Race Qi Cultivators are too.

But Cailin, have you thought about the fact that just in East Continent alone, the number of human experts already outnumbers the Hundred Clans by multiples?

If there were another great war between both sides, the Hundred Clans would have no way out.”

Cailin the Great pursed her lips and simply said, “Aren’t we also cultivating lands beyond the heavens?

Why do you say we are without a way out?”

“Indeed,”

The elder lamented:

“The fragments of this world that were shattered have evolved into myriad large and small realms, many of which are still vast and uninhabited.

“But you also need to see that East Continent is already crowded.

I’m talking about spirit veins and mineral lodes being crowded.

The various sects have already begun to compete with each other.”