Immortal Father
Chapter 410 - 410 148 If Hongjun Doesn't Slack Off_2

410: Chapter 148 If Hongjun Doesn’t Slack Off_2 410: Chapter 148 If Hongjun Doesn’t Slack Off_2 “Your great-grandmaster is already prepared to engage in magical combat with the Golden Immortal ancestor from the Forge-Heaven Gate, and I have persuaded him as well.

We’ll meet force with force and repel any attacks; it’s not like we are without means to fight back.”

“Dad, have you noticed?”

Li Ping’an said softly:

“The strength we use to fight back comes from you personally, not from our sect.”

“Forge-Heaven Gate is so desperate to disrupt our business with the Eastern Alliance not because they’re afraid of us stealing their wealth, but because…

after the Eastern Alliance finds a sect to replace Forge-Heaven Gate, they are very likely to settle the score with them.”

“Having been thwarted today, Forge-Heaven Gate will surely lash out again tomorrow; they can’t afford to stop.”

Li Dazhi said, “Like I’ve said, you don’t need to worry so much about these things; just push through the next two or three months.”

“Alright,” Li Ping’an smiled and said, “Then how about you transfer some power to me?

I’d like to enhance my abilities.”

“Oh?”

Li Dazhi sized up Li Ping’an: “Have you become an immortal?

You don’t look like it.”

“That, still suppressed by the Heavenly Dao.”

Li Ping’an whispered:

“However, after shedding my spirit, my Dao Body has been driven by the Primordial Spirit to change, allowing it to hold more mana.”

“Okay, sit tight.”

Li Dazhi took a deep breath, closed his eyes in concentration, and seven large stars appeared behind his head.

Li Ping’an glanced at his father, likewise closed his eyes, and purple starlight emerged from behind him.

While receiving his father’s power transfer, he sighed softly to himself and activated his divine skills.

Li Dazhi trembled slightly but remained silent, continuing to maintain the stability of the power transfer pathway.

After a while, the power transfer concluded.

Father and son opened their eyes at the same time and shared a smile.

Li Ping’an’s smile was more relaxed, while Li Dazhi’s smile seemed somewhat strained.

Li Dazhi didn’t mention the vision he had seen, and Li Ping’an didn’t elaborate on the use of his divine skills; they both understood without having to say anything.

Li Ping’an looked down into his arms, and Li Dazhi couldn’t help but look over as well.

They saw a small White Tiger, the size of an ordinary house cat, curled up and sweetly asleep in the crook of Li Ping’an’s arm.

This little White Tiger was a bit thin, and its pure white fur bore faint golden stripes; the ‘king’ character on its forehead seemed a bit plump.

At the moment, its fur was quite dry, and the eggshell on the table no longer had the Spiritual Liquid from before, apparently consumed by the little White Tiger.

“Is this thing a divine beast?”

Li Dazhi’s eyes were filled with skepticism:

“It’s my first time seeing an oviparous White Tiger.

Is this…

a male or a female Tiger?”

“Eh?”

Li Ping’an was also somewhat puzzled: “I really can’t tell.”

“Let me check,” Li Dazhi grabbed one of the White Tiger’s hind paws and lifted the little White Tiger up.

The little White Tiger woke up startled, not fully able to open its eyes, and struggled fiercely with its four paws, showing quite some strength in its flailing.

Li Ping’an couldn’t help but lean in for a closer look, and then father and son looked at each other.

There was nothing.

Li Dazhi cursed: “I knew that old man Tianli had no good intentions, he’s given you a defective product!”

Li Ping’an also felt a bit disappointed deep down, holding the startled little White Tiger in his arms, calming it with his own breath.

Li Ping’an muttered softly: “I have heard that some powerful innate beings do not have a gender when they are born, and can decide their own gender.”

“Do you think this thing is that powerful?”

Li Dazhi shook his head, a look of regret on his face:

“In any case, it’s just a mount, raise it as a pet for some fun.”

“Sigh, I fed it so many treasured materials and even filled it with a mouthful of Spiritual Spring while it was still in the egg.”

“No worries!

Dad will get you a real dragon for a mount in the future!”

Li Ping’an raised an eyebrow slightly: “Then I wish you luck.”

Li Dazhi waved his hand dismissively: “Small issue.”

Some greetings were heard from outside; it was Master Qing Su and Wen Rou, the Heavenly Immortal, coming to Castcloud Hall to take a look at the production line of magic artifacts.

Just as Li Ping’an was about to rise to meet them, Li Dazhi raised his hand to stop him.

Li Dazhi said: “No rush, I’ve already instructed them through a messaging charm, there’s an attendant to show the two around.

Ping’an, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about – it’s not often you come back, so let’s discuss it now.”

Li Ping’an smiled and said: “Are you going to organize a wedding ceremony?”

“Not that!”

Li Dazhi glanced somewhat guiltily at the inner room, then turned his head to glare at Li Ping’an.

“Don’t worry about that.

I have plans in mind.

I wanted to talk to you about the affairs of the Heavenly Dao.”

The Heavenly Dao?

Li Ping’an restrained his smile, took out two stone tablets, but Li Dazhi waved them off with a gesture.

Li Dazhi said seriously: “A tendril of the Heavenly Dao resides in your spirit platform, right?

Using such tablets is just for pretense; it’s fine for us to discuss this openly…

Ping’an, I want to know what you think of the Heavenly Dao.”

“The Heavenly Dao, the rules and order of heaven and earth.”

Li Ping’an pondered a bit:

“This Heavenly Dao of the universe, it is somewhat different from what I previously thought.

Without the will of living beings interfering, it also results in a series of…

differences.”

Li Ping’an wrote a series of pinyin on the stone tablets.

Li Dazhi looked on, nodding continuously.

What Li Ping’an wrote were the major events that would happen in the Desolate Era after [Hongjun’s Dao Integration], as well as the things that are absent in the current universe.

Firstly, there is no Hongjun preaching in the Zixiao Palace and bestowing the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Thus, there is no mention of the Hongmeng Purple Qi in this universe, hence no Heavenly Dao Saints; the six Hierarchs are all some distance from becoming Saints, though that distance varies – either far or near.

The more powerful Hierarchs are not far from the mountain’s peak, while some who are only making up the numbers might just be at the base of the mountain.

Of course, even the Hierarchs at the base of the mountain are not to be compared with ordinary Daluo Golden Immortals.