Immortal Father
Chapter 480 - 480 170 He Has a Friend_3

480: Chapter 170: He Has a Friend…_3 480: Chapter 170: He Has a Friend…_3 “Brother, you have to take a comprehensive view of the matter.

Although you haven’t become an immortal yet, you have preserved your reputation as one who has greatly enlightened the precipice of immortality!”

Li Ping’an’s forehead creased with black lines as he suddenly raised a foot.

In an instant, accompanied by a “Brother, I was wrong”, a figure flew out of the tent and lay prone on the grass outside the tent, unable to move for a good while.

Li Ping’an looked toward the corner of the tent, where four trusted aides had finished meditating and stood up from the four corners at the same time.

“You’ve worked hard to guard the meditation,” Li Ping’an said, “go and rest.

Feng Zhansiang saluted with a fist, then made a hand gesture, leaving He Xinghe there as the other three aides headed to another large tent to cultivate.

Li Ping’an extended his Spiritual Sense, with a small half of the army camp reflected in his heart, finding a wholly new and wonderful view there.

Wen Ling ran to fetch some nourishing Spiritual Medicine soup, and the aroma quickly filled the large tent.

Surrounded by everyone, Li Ping’an took two sips of the spiritual soup and praised, “Your skill is getting better and better, work harder on your cultivation.”

“Okay!”

Wen Ling smiled with pursed lips, her eyes brimming with joy.

Ye Zisang found an opportunity and said to the side, “Brother Li, I have found the Fountain of Youth that our Human Race created.”

He took out a ring from his sleeve and pushed it to Li Ping’an.

Li Ping’an looked at the ring and his eyes lit up.

Inside were as many as three large vats of Fountain of Youth Water!

This was many times more than what he had taken from his prospective mother-in-law’s house!

Li Ping’an picked up the ring and asked in a low voice, “Is this alright?

This thing should be considered a sacred healing medicine.”

“Hey,” Ye Zisang waved his hand dismissively, “times have changed.

In the past, our Human Race didn’t have much in the way of Elixir Pills reserves, so the Fountain of Youth Water was naturally a sacred healing medicine.

Now that Elixir Pills are incredibly abundant, storing Fountain of Youth Water is just storage, with many losing Spiritual Power and disappearing for nothing.”

“That’s right,” Li Ping’an asked, “are these waters sourced legitimately and lawfully?”

“Legitimately and lawfully!”

Ye Zisang spoke earnestly:

“I wouldn’t dare to enter the Eastern Alliance Treasury, these waters are from the reserves of noble families, which I exchanged using many treasures.

“Brother Li, you have the method of Spiritual Molt; it’s perfect to use with these Fountain of Youth Waters.

How could they not do a good deed?

“Moreover, I didn’t tell anyone that Brother Li would be using them, you can rest assured!”

“Then let’s do it!”

Li Ping’an shook his sleeve and said, “I’ll first prepare it for you, and then use it for your good friend’s Spiritual Molt!”

“No rush, no rush.”

Ye Zisang sighed, saying earnestly:

“Let’s do it together with my good friend.

His condition is a bit special, and I want him to see me undergo Spiritual Molt…

Brother Li, could we use your place?

“Why not?”

Li Ping’an smiled and said:

“It’s just perfect; I’ll bring my master…

Oh right, my master is in retreat.

I’ll bring my fellow disciples over to your place to drink your treasured fine wines.”

“What exactly is the situation with Ye Brother’s friend?”

“Ah, my friend, it’s a long story; we’ll talk on the way.”

Ye Zisang’s expression carried a hint of melancholy.

“He was at the pinnacle of being a Heavenly Immortal but was schemed against by Demon Cultivators while investigating them, and since then, he has been unable to step into the Realm of Longevity, with his Dao Realm continuously weakening and his Primordial Spirit becoming increasingly wilted.

“Actually, he and I are friends despite the difference in our ages.

He is of pure and upright character, honest and incorruptible, yet he has become depressed by his Dao injury.

I’ve known him since I was young, and he has guided me in my spiritual practice, serving as both a mentor and a friend to me.

I have immense respect for him.

“If these Fountain of Youth Waters are not enough, I’ll just go and get more.

“Brother Li needn’t worry; I definitely won’t let you suffer any loss.”

“These are all trivial matters,” Li Ping’an stood up and said, “let’s go check it out now.”

Ye Zisang stood up and bowed in thanks: “Many thanks, Brother Li!”

It was clear that he was deeply concerned about his half-mentor friend.

When the group left the tent, the three aides, who had just gone to rest, returned.

When Li Ping’an left, the four trusted aides naturally had to accompany him closely.

“Brother Gu?”

Li Ping’an frowned at the Sword Cultivator lying on the ground, perplexed, “I didn’t use much strength just now, what’s going on with you?”

Gu Qingcheng replied weakly, “I don’t know…

my body is numb…

my Mana has been sealed…

and I can’t even move my Primordial Spirit…

Brother, what kind of technique is this…”

The group was shocked, rushing forward to investigate.

Li Ping’an soon found the reason, pressing slowly on Gu Qingcheng’s chest with one palm, as a wisp of weak Heavenly Dao power returned to Li Ping’an’s palm.

Gu Qingcheng trembled a few times and immediately perked up, standing straight up.

“Eh?

I’m alright now?”

Li Ping’an looked at his palm and blinked without saying much more on the subject.

Instead, he beckoned the group to join him at the Ye household for food and drinks.

Heavenly Dao power has such wondrous uses?

Li Ping’an immediately felt the urge to find a few True Immortal great demons for a bit of sparring.

Gu Qingcheng asked again, “Brother, can you teach me this technique?”

Li Ping’an coughed and said, “I merely hit a nerve on your Primordial Spirit just now, there’s no need for such a fuss.”

“The Primordial Spirit also has nerves?”

Everyone, including the four Heavenly Immortal trusted aides, began to introspectively examine their Primordial Spirits.

Li Ping’an casually walked with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky in a relaxed, casual manner that befitted a lofty expert.

On the way, he inquired about the condition of Ye Zisang’s half-mentor friend, and Ye Zisang sighed, beginning to tell a story that spanned thousands of years.

“My friend’s surname is Wang, first name Shan, and he was already an official of the Eastern Alliance, a Fifth Rank Inspector…