Immortal Father
Chapter 422 - 422 152 Human Emperor Arrives in Dong'an Third Update!

422: Chapter 152 Human Emperor Arrives in Dong’an [Third Update!

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Vote Please!]_2 Although the time spent here wasn’t long, it could still be considered a home for Li Ping’an.

He met with Wen Ling’er and checked on her cultivation progress, and then Li Ping’an released a large, white-furred tiger from his sleeve.

The White Tiger glanced at Wen Ling’er with its drooping eyes and snorted out a breath of white air.

Wen Ling’er’s small hand trembled as she quickly hid behind the bookshelf.

Li Ping’an patted the head of the White Tiger, which was still growing.

As it was surrounded by immortal light, the small White Tiger shrank to the size of a palm and jumped onto Li Ping’an’s palm, gently rubbing its head against it.

Li Ping’an said, “This is my mount, I haven’t named it yet, so I just call it Little Tiger on ordinary days.

Little Tiger, this is my…”

“Maid,” Wen Ling’er hurriedly said, “Maid, cook, errand runner, flower tender, any title is acceptable as long as it’s not ‘old nanny’!”

Li Ping’an couldn’t help but laugh, “This is my maid, from now on she will cook for you.

Little Tiger, you must protect her well and not let her be bullied by evil spirits.”

Little White Tiger nodded repeatedly and acted affectionately in Li Ping’an’s palm.

Li Ping’an waved his hand and Wen Ling’er carefully approached, her eyes filled with a bit of unease.

The Little White Tiger “Aowu” roared softly and turned into a white light, rushing towards Wen Ling’er.

Wen Ling’er was somewhat flustered.

Having barely stepped into the Merge True realm, she could already feel the ‘domineering’ pressure of the White Tiger.

Before she knew how to react, she felt a weight on her head, as the Little White Tiger tucked its paws together and sat on her head like a fluffy ball, looking around with a pair of tiger eyes, proudly stretching its neck.

Li Ping’an shook his head and smiled, “Looking at how lax you are in your regular cultivation, now you’re even overshadowed by a mount that’s only half a year old.”

“This…”

Wen Ling’er tried to look up, her slim jade finger poking the White Tiger’s belly, which caused it to howl a few times and then comfortably lay down on top of her head.

“Hehe, your mount is so well-behaved, Ancestor.”

Li Ping’an sat back at the desk, feeling a little more at peace.

He thought about improving this place in the future to make it a part of his family’s business; once his master advanced to become a Golden Immortal, he could also refine Unnamed Peak into a treasure, allowing him to carry around his cave dwelling and various labs.

Li Ping’an asked, “Who’s in charge of Dong’an City now?”

Wen Ling’er was clever enough to reply promptly, “Now that you’ve returned, it’s definitely you who’s in charge!”

“I’m asking who’s doing the work here now!”

“It’s my master, your little aunt!”

Wen Ling’er, with the White Tiger on her head, didn’t dare to move her head and took small steps towards Li Ping’an.

She said, “Right after you went to the Eastern Alliance, Grandmaster Dazhi transferred my master here.

Over this half year, we’ve had quite a few run-ins with Forge-Heaven Gate.

That Mo Yunshen from Forge-Heaven Gate is really wicked, always trying to steal our business.

But my master is more skilled; after a few confrontations between the shops, not only did Forge-Heaven Gate lose a significant number of Spirit Stones, but they also lost a great deal of face.”

Li Ping’an slowly nodded, “Has Forge-Heaven Gate caused any other trouble?

You know, like directly attacking, killing, or setting fires of that sort.”

“Yes, Yuan Sect’s place caught fire once, but this time Predecessor Xu Sheng was prepared and caught the Heavenly Immortal who manipulated the Artifact Refiner of Yuan Sect to set the fire.

He dragged the Heavenly Immortal’s Primordial Spirit to Forge-Heaven Gate and scolded them for three days and nights.”

Wen Ling’er spoke with animated excitement:

“Since then, Forge-Heaven Gate has been much more restrained in their actions.

“This Forge-Heaven Gate seems to follow the rules a bit more than Sea Watch Sect, not directly hiring Demon Cultivators to act.”

Li Ping’an: …

Is this Forge-Heaven Gate being disciplined?

This is because he, inside the Eastern Alliance, had Old Tianli conduct the ‘Demon Cultivators – A Major Threat Study’ twice, reaffirming the stance against Demon Cultivators.

“By the way,” Li Ping’an looked up at Wen Ling’er, “how did you come to know all this?”

“Although you were not here, Ancestor, my master would send a Jade Talisman every month, detailing the happenings here.

I’ll get those Jade Talismans for you right now…”

“It’s not necessary, before I return to the Eastern Alliance, I will visit Aunt Moon.

But there are still some things I need to do, and I can’t make an appearance yet.”

Li Ping’an waved his hand and then smiled:

“Aunt Moon is really meticulous in her work.

Later, you’ll make a trip on my behalf to see her and ask her to secretly send a message within the sect, inviting my Priest Junior Sister to come to Dong’an City.”

Wen Ling’er blinked, “Is this a rendezvous to meet in Dong’an as childhood sweethearts, or is there an actual matter?”

Li Ping’an glared at her, “Why so many questions!”

“That, if it’s a date, just bypass the Mundane Affairs Hall and send a message directly to Caiyun Peak.”

Li Ping’an rubbed his nose bridge, “A date.”

“Okay then, I’ll send a Messaging Jade Talisman to master right away!”

Li Ping’an said, “With Little Tiger’s protection, you can go to the market.”

“Forget it, forget it,” Wen Ling’er hurriedly said, “If Little Tiger gets angry, I can’t control it.

If it ends up hurting someone as a mischievous pet, that would really not be good.”

Li Ping’an thought about it but still didn’t remind Wen Ling’er that this Little White Tiger, coming from the Four Symbols bloodline, had an intelligence equal to that of an adult.

“Aowu!”

A childish tiger’s roar came from the next room, followed by Wen Ling’er’s cry, and then there was a series of clattering noises.

Soon, Wen Ling’er came out with her hair as dishevelled as a wasps’ nest, kneeling down before the White Tiger, now four feet tall, and performed a grand bow.

“I misspoke, great Tiger God, please forgive me!”

The White Tiger snorted white smoke from its nostrils and swung its tiger head to the side.

Wen Ling’er, filled with grief and indignation, clenched her fists and, eventually sniffing back tears, rushed aside to start chopping vegetables and meat.

The hierarchy within the cave dwelling was successfully reduced by one.

The White Tiger shrank to the size of a cat and jumped beside the stove, curiously watching Wen Ling’er busily working.

After a while, Li Ping’an transformed into ‘Mo Wenqing’, put on a hat, and made his way to the Drunken Moon Tower.