Immortal Father
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Vote Request!]_3 “At that moment, I actually realized what was happening, and slapped him across the face…

hiss!”

“Thrilling!”

Li Ping’an and several Heavenly Immortal elders all had black lines running down their foreheads.

Li Dazhi’s ‘love-hate’ relationship with the third vice alliance leader of the East Alliance, it was hard to say whether it was good or bad.

“Thanks for your hard work, elders,” Li Dazhi said with a smile, “You all rest now.

I have some things to discuss with Ping’an.

He’s about to take up his post in the East Alliance for the second time, and I must give him a few words of advice.”

The elders nodded with smiles and took their leave one after another.

Qing Su made a gesture to Li Ping’an about eating and drinking, then turned and drifted away.

Xiaoyue said, “Ningning, I just bought some spirit silk cloth today.

Let’s take your measurements and make some clothes for you.

You can’t always be wearing disciple robes.”

“Mhmm, thank you, elder.”

“What elder,” Xiaoyue glanced at Li Ping’an, “you should just call me Aunt Yue.”

Ningning Mu, knowing how to work the situation, took Xiaoyue’s arm and went together to the next room.

The father and son exchanged smiles.

Li Dazhi, holding his waist, attempted to stand up, and Li Ping’an stepped forward to help him.

“Ping’an, what did Emperor Xuanyuan discuss with you today?

It’s driving me crazy!

Li Dazhi asked eagerly.

Li Ping’an pointed to his mouth, then to his head, and casually took out a slate.

Li Dazhi shivered: “Can’t we just use dialect?

Isn’t dialect okay?”

“Dialect has traces and can be understood,” Li Ping’an said solemnly, “We were too careless this time, fortunate that we didn’t talk about what we shouldn’t have.”

Li Dazhi said with a smile, “Great Fortune is with us!

Are you kidding me?

Come on, let’s engrave.”

Moments later.

Li Dazhi hugged the slate and muttered, “Emperor Xuanyuan actually tested you for an hour?

He asked more than forty questions about cultivation?

Most of them are related to the Heavenly Dao.”

Li Ping’an responded with the slate: “That’s how it was, and no issue within the East Alliance was discussed.”

“What does His Majesty mean by this?”

Li Dazhi paced back and forth in front of the couch with hands behind his back, his toupee very elegant, without any sign of attachment.

Li Dazhi whispered:

“The East Alliance, not important yet important, commands millions of celestial soldiers, the pillar of the Human Race.

“But speaking of importance, it’s not that crucial.

Emperor Yellow could simply order the dissolution of the East Alliance; anyone from his ministers could take over the entire alliance.

“The factions within the East Alliance, and the collusion of demon cultivators with demons in the East Continent, are these matters not within the sight of Emperor Yellow?”

Li Ping’an spoke softly: “This emperor probably can’t directly interfere.”

“Why?”

“The contradictions in Emperor Yellow’s eyes are likely fundamental, concerning ‘Xi’ and ‘Nüwa’.”

Li Ping’an quickly wrote a few lines of pinyin.

“No need for us to overthink the mindset of such a decision-maker of the Human Race; it’s pointless to speculate.”

“Starting now, I can already hit back at Forge-Heaven Gate.

“The Xuanyuan plaque is with the Wanyun Sect, and we can soon move the key production lines back to the Wanyun Sect.

Forge-Heaven Gate wouldn’t dare touch it, otherwise, they’d be seeking their own deaths.

“Now, from being a sword in Tianli’s hands, I’ve become a sword in Emperor Yellow’s hands.”

“What I need to do now is to keep honing myself, to be ready for the moment His Majesty requires me to be unsheathed, not to let down Emperor Yellow.”

“The power backing Forge-Heaven Gate is my next target.

Emperor Yellow won’t care about such minor matters.

As long as I find the right reason and clarify their crimes, I can strike directly.”

“That’s not right.”

Li Dazhi hummed softly:

“You should still be cautious, not always thinking about fighting this or that; wait for the order of Emperor Yellow.”

“With this plaque on hand, my Wanyun Sect and Forge-Heaven Gate will be able to change from defense to attack with ease.”

Li Ping’an stated calmly: “Those who set fires should not go unpunished.”

“This…

alright, fine.

I can’t control you anymore.”

Li Dazhi, shaking his head with a smile, sat back on the soft couch and turned to say:

“Then let me teach you some experiences of officialdom.

I’ve never been an official, but I’ve interacted with them plenty in the first half of my life.

“Being an official, it all comes down to one thing: authority!”

…

Meanwhile.

In a hidden sanctuary above the Southern Continent,

the divine soothsayer Fenghou stroked his beard lightly and sat behind the divination disk, watching the constantly changing Yin and Yang energies, gradually lost in thought.

“Why is Li Ping’an’s fate so peculiar…

Why isn’t the Great Fortune with him?

If it were, he would be destined to be the Heavenly Emperor.”

“Ziwei dominates, assisted by the Big Dipper, father serves the son, the order inverted and chaotic.”

“Why doesn’t the Heavenly Dao bestow Great Fortune upon him, but instead gives it to his father?”

The Yin and Yang energies churned continuously, while Fenghou lowered his head in contemplation, not leaving his cave dwelling for a long time.

The diligent soothsayer kept contemplating the future of the Human Race and the shift in the fate of Heaven and Earth.

And the hardworking Emperor Yellow, having already returned with a smile to the paradise he had built with his own hands, was enjoying the life deserved by a victor of ancient battles.

Only, within that smile, there were inevitably a few tears.