Immortal Father
Chapter 523 - 523 184 Peril of Xiaoyue_2

523: Chapter 184 Peril of Xiaoyue_2 523: Chapter 184 Peril of Xiaoyue_2 ‘Was this deliberately orchestrated by Emperor Xuanyuan?’

‘If the war escalates, the Western Sect might have to step in again as the so-called peacemaker.

Without the Holy Mother at home, our side is bound to suffer a loss.’

‘Does Emperor Xuanyuan want to use this method to ask the Holy Mother to come home early?

The Holy Mother has vast divine powers; she should be aware of whatever happens in this world.’

Li Ping’an’s mind raced with thoughts and then he chuckled wryly.

Such matters were, in fact, not of great relevance to him.

He was just worrying needlessly at the moment.

Trust in the Human Emperor.

‘You have worked hard, Xing He.’

Li Ping’an put away the Jade Talisman and took out two rings from his sleeve, pushing them with mana towards Xing He.

He said, ‘Following me in hiding here, you two haven’t had the opportunity to collect the offerings from the East Continent.

Please don’t be polite, even Heavenly Immortals need resources for their cultivation.’

The two brothers grinned, happily accepting the rings.

Li Ping’an, not having been outside, of course, didn’t know that Dong’an City had already changed;

They often went out to purchase supplies and eliminate demons, and were clear about how much business Castcloud Hall was bringing in, so there was no need for false pleasantries with Li Ping’an.

‘Thank you, my lord!’

‘Yo, getting an offering, eh!’

Wen Ling’er floated in with a pot of tea, her large eyes sparkling, and ‘White Cat’ was also blinking a pair of watery, large eyes by her side.

Li Ping’an gave a sheepish laugh and tossed over two Storage Magical Artifacts.

Wen Ling’er caught them gleefully, directly slipping them into her pendant;

The little White Tiger swallowed the Storage Magical Artifact with a growl, as it possessed its own storage divine skills.

Now, when this White Tiger stretched out its body, it was a zhang long and its speed has surpassed that of an ordinary True Immortal; Li Ping’an could ride it the next time he left.

However, Li Ping’an usually traveled by paths not walked by others, so at this stage the use of the White Tiger was still not too substantial.

Li Ping’an said, ‘Wen Ling, come out with me for a stroll, I have been seclusive for three to four years, and my Dao-heart is somewhat unsettled…

I’m also not sure if my master in the Western Continent is well.’

Xing He and his brother bowed and said:

‘Qing Su has been recognized many times for his outstanding achievements in battle by the East Continent.

If you are concerned, why not write a letter for us to deliver!’

‘My lord, are you planning to leave seclusion?’

‘Never mind the letter, my master doesn’t like fuss.

It’s probably still about half a year before I come out of seclusion,’ Li Ping’an sighed, ‘I didn’t expect that integrating the self-propelled armor with Wei Yuan Sect’s puppetry secrets would present so many problems.’

The other three inside the room did not understand the specifics, but now they just needed to smile and bow their heads.

…

Not far from where Li Ping’an was in seclusion, at the bottom floor of a tall building belonging to the Wanyun Sect.

‘The pleasure of dual cultivation is truly wonderful.’

Li Dazhi donned his robe and stretched lazily as he left the crimson canopy bed, a snow-white and delicate hand slid off his arm reluctantly, trailing off with a languid and soft sigh.

He walked over and took a sip of the immortal tea that had cooled quite a while ago, clicking his tongue lightly as he gazed out at the endless green waves outside the window.

In the blink of an eye, it had been over three years since he returned from Xuanyuan Palace.

He dared not return to his sect because there were too many gossipy people there, who might inadvertently leak his whereabouts and attract the attention of the Demon Race’s experts.

In fact, he spent most of these three years on the top floor of this tall building, meditating and cultivating, handling the affairs of Castcloud Hall, and dual cultivating with Xiaoyue.

The only ones aware of his whereabouts now were Daoist Kongming, the elder Xu Sheng, and Zhan Yuan of the Golden Immortals, the core production line of the Castcloud Hall’s founding sect’s Golden Immortals.

Actually, if anyone paid close attention to Xiaoyue’s progression within the Dao Realm, they could detect certain clues.

Xiaoyue was now just one step away from the realm of Heavenly Immortal.

The dual cultivation methods given by her master Yun Ting were indeed effective, but most importantly, Xiaoyue’s cultivation had nearly reached a point without bottlenecks.

The effect of the Great Fortune was very noticeable.

‘Alas, I wonder how Ping’an’s seclusion is going.’

‘Uncle master.’

A tender voice with a hint of huskiness came through the canopy bed:

‘Don’t worry, don’t you often feel profound insights coming from Ping’an’s side?

Haven’t you transmitted some skills to Ping’an before?

‘If you’re really concerned about Ping’an, why not write a letter to Elder Qing Su?

‘In this world, probably only Ningning and Elder Qing Su could find Ping’an’s whereabouts.’

‘Hey!

I’m not worried, Ping’an is in seclusion, not on the frontline, I just miss my son a bit.’

Li Dazhi patted his bald head and began selecting a wig for the day.

Li Dazhi said warmly:

‘Rest for a while.

I’m going to continue with the ledger and then take a walk on the street to get some air.

The shop that isn’t doing well should get a new shopkeeper earlier.’

Xiaoyue replied, ‘Uncle master’s newly opened Quyi Teahouse and Sparrow Fairy House are doing quite well though.’

Li Dazhi sighed lightly, ‘I don’t know whether such entertainment is good or bad for the East Continent…

Never mind, we’ll just make our own Spirit Stones.

You need to think about how to spend all these Spirit Stones—we’re running out of room.’

Xiaoyue responded with a laugh.

Li Dazhi picked a regular ‘Tao Zan’ hairpin and wore it on his forehead, then sauntered out the door, humming a tune as he went.

As he crossed the threshold and the formation barrier, a wisp of cloud wrapped around him, and when the cloud dissipated, he had turned into a slightly chubby elder.

He took a couple of steps and entered into a passageway exclusively used by the Wanyun Sect for refuge.

Moments later, the old Taoist that Li Dazhi was disguised as appeared in the backyard of an inn.

In his left hand, he held a birdcage and in the right, clutched a dry tobacco pipe.

Whenever the bird in the cage, full of spirit and flashy, tweeted a couple of times, he would draw on the millennia-old Spiritual Root shavings, epitomizing leisure and comfort.