Immortal Father
Chapter 450 - 450 161 Brewing Wine to Seal the Eastern Alliance!

450: Chapter 161 Brewing Wine to Seal the Eastern Alliance!

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Vote please!]_4 “Perhaps this is precisely what Li Ping’an intended,” Tianli the elder looked up and sighed, “If this was also part of Li Ping’an’s earlier calculations, then this man is truly too terrifying.”

Suddenly, one person asked, “What if we capture the arsonist and deliver him to him?

And what if we sever the arsonist’s ties with the faction behind him, claiming it was an act of deliberate retribution by the Forge-Heaven Gate?

That way, the vital energy of our sect won’t be damaged.”

“We are of the imperial protection faction,” another elder sighed, “why should we help them?”

The first person said, “Hey, despite our divisions, we’re all old colleagues, do you truly want to watch Li Ping’an wield the Xuanyuan Sword and create a bloodbath?”

Tianli the elder frowned and glared at the elder, who lowered his head and sighed softly.

“No,” Tianli questioned, “have you all determined who the arsonist is?”

“We came to report to you just now, although there is no solid evidence, we have found a clue.”

An elder stroked his beard and nodded:

“Based on the traces of the fire outbreak and the results of using the ‘Light Returning Shadow Trace’ hundreds of times, it seems that the Returning Origin True Fire did not burst forth from inside The Sixth Chou Xian Hall, but was poured from the northwest corner.”

“At that time, there should have been sixteen people inside.”

“We compared the statements of the immortal soldiers patrolling the area and noticed something strange.

That is, the interval between the patrols of two groups of immortal soldiers was longer by the time it takes to burn one stick of incense.”

“Such a deviation wouldn’t normally matter, but it just so happened that the Heavenly Immortal leaders of both patrol teams are strict by nature and have never made mistakes before.”

Several elders spoke up:

“Each patrol team is changed once a month, and we’ve covertly checked the record in the martial hall—no evidence was found of alteration, but one book was missing, related to The Sixth Chou Xian Hall.”

“However, doing so seems a bit over-complicated.”

“When the Heavenly Immortal leaders of the patrol soldiers went to receive their tasks, they were dispatched by a marshal of the martial hall, and all these orders came from this marshal.”

Tianli the elder exclaimed angrily, “Then what are we waiting for, arrest him immediately!”

The elders looked at each other and sighed in turn.

One said, “Three Alliances…

That’s your old subordinate, an Eighth-rank Golden Immortal, a fourth-grade marshal, Wang Erdan.”

Tianli the elder’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he sighed lightly, seemingly in pain.

“Why would he have ties with those people?

He…”

“Three Alliances, we found out this news yesterday, and others who are investigating probably have some clues as well.”

“Should we really capture him and go to see Li Ping’an?”

Tianli the elder supported himself on the desk and slowly took a seat in the chair, collapsing into it as he looked up at the ceiling.

He suddenly let out a wry laugh and said softly, “Could it be that what we know is not the whole story?

The sect and the Western Sect had long since extended their hands behind our backs, into our spines?

No wonder Ping’an wouldn’t see me.

As for matters concerning the Human Race, what is there that Emperor Xuanyuan doesn’t know?

Fenghou, the descendant of Emperor Fuxi, possesses divination skills that can reach the divine…

Sigh, write a note, find a chance, and pass the clues to Li Ping’an secretly.”

“Secretly pass it to him?”

“Yes, let’s not make a fuss about it and see how he reacts.”

Tianli the elder spoke solemnly:

“If he can stop at this, then it couldn’t be better.”

The elders nodded to each other and started discussing how to proceed.

Thus, on the morning of the seventh day, Li Ping’an opened his eyes from meditation and saw two Jade Talisman floating before him.

The two Jade Talisman still contained traces of Golden Immortal Charms, though both were rather unfamiliar.

Li Ping’an called out, “Master?”

“Yes,” Qing Su opened her eyes and said, “The one on the left arrived at dawn, while the one on the right came in the middle of the night, both by a fleeting shadow, and I couldn’t see who it was.”

That’s it?

A hundred thousand immortal soldiers stationed in a grand formation to guard this place, and yet these old Golden Immortals who command them come and go as they please?

Li Ping’an picked up the Jade Talisman and examined them carefully.

Soon, he raised his eyebrows slightly and handed the two Talisman to his master.

Qing Su curiously said, “The contents of the two Jade Talisman are almost the same, implicating the marshal of the third martial hall, the fourth-grade marshal Wang Erdan, as a person related to the arson.”

Li Ping’an spoke softly, “Master, you might need to take a trip outside.”

Qing Su inquired, “Is it for a Magical Combat?”

“No,” Li Ping’an said with a smile, “To draw a picture.

Find this Wang Erdan and in front of him, and preferably let others see it as well, draw his figure, appearance, write down his name, cultivation, post, essence, Dao Charm, and then no matter who asks you anything, you don’t need to answer, just turn around and come back.”

Qing Su, though puzzled, disliked prying further and took the two Jade Talisman before leaving the big tent.

With Ye Zisang, a native of the East Alliance present, finding a marshal within the East Alliance was no difficult task.

An hour later.

Qing Su returned and handed a painting to Li Ping’an.

The portrait was executed neatly enough for anyone to recognize the person depicted at a glance.

Ye Zisang asked quietly, “Brother Li, oh no, Inspector Li, what are you planning to do next?”

“Ah, nothing much.”

Li Ping’an took out a Storage Treasure and placed the painting inside.

He then said to Ye Zisang with a smile, “I bet he can live for three hours.”

Ye Zisang looked utterly confused.

On the seventh day at noon following the arson case.

In the corner of the third martial hall, a resting hut suddenly surged with boundless Spiritual Energy, while the sky darkened with massive clouds and continuous muffled thunder could be heard.

The immortals broke through the hut’s outer barrier, pushed open the door, and cried out one after another.

The martial hall marshal Wang Erdan, wearing a golden armor, with hair dishevelled, sat kneeling on a cushion.

His Spiritual Treasure, a sword, pierced through his chest’s Spiritual Energy center, blood flowed from seven orifices, his Dao Body released its spirit, the Primordial Spirit snapped and perished, The Great Dao fell silent, suggesting a self-destructive death.