Immortal Father
Chapter 534 - 534 188 The Tongue Retreats the Four Demons

534: Chapter 188: The Tongue Retreats the Four Demons 534: Chapter 188: The Tongue Retreats the Four Demons “Report—”

The loud call of the messenger soldier sliced through the back hall of Dong’an City’s Inspectorate.

Li Dazhi had not yet had time to raise his head when the teleportation formation in the neighboring courtyard lit up, and the elder Tianli, accompanied by three Golden Immortals, stepped out of the light column and appeared before Li Dazhi in a flash.

“Stop reporting!”

Elder Tianli said, “Everyone here already knows what’s going on, you may leave.”

The messenger Celestial Soldier bowed and excused himself.

“Did you find him?” Li Dazhi’s voice trembled slightly.

“We found him,” Elder Tianli’s expression was somewhat complex, “There’s good news and bad news; let’s start with the bad.”

“No, elder, you …

Go ahead, please!”

“The bad news is, Ping’an was captured by a Daluo Golden Immortal from the Demon Race who’s skilled in escaping.”

“What!”

Li Dazhi immediately became anxious: “A Daluo Golden Immortal?

Isn’t that game over!

Is the good news that this Daluo Golden Immortal is a spy we’ve planted?”

“The good news,” Elder Tianli clicked his tongue, “is that you don’t need to worry about Ping’an’s safety at all.

That Daluo Golden Immortal will soon be sending him back.”

“Ah?”

Li Dazhi’s eyes widened as he asked, “What’s the situation?”

Elder Tianli shook his head, which resembled that of a red lion shaking its mane, and walked with an elder’s gait toward the main seat of the back hall, assuming an air of importance.

Daoist Kongming on the side, unable to bear seeing Li Dazhi so anxious, said with a smile:

“This Daluo Golden Immortal is known as Mo Linyuan, a minister of blessings in the Ancient Heavenly Court, charged with the duty of bestowing felicity by the Heavenly Dao.

“His follower is the first Black Crow between heaven and earth, distantly related to the Golden Crow Clan, and also one of the few ministers in the Ancient Heavenly Court who opposed the Heavenly Emperor’s massacre of the Human Race.

He also covertly provided a lot of assistance to our Human Race.”

“Simply put, he is a real good guy.”

Ancestor Zhan Yuan of Tianyuan Sect also said, “This Daluo Golden Immortal has several nicknames.

One is ‘Futile Efforts’.

After the Heavenly Court was overthrown by the Human Race, he was active for a while, made friends across the Hundred Clans with kindness and benevolence, but none of the help he provided ever led to success.”

Xu Sheng chuckled: “Later, after the Human Race defeated the Hundred Clans, he started helping the Hundred Clans instead, saving many of their experts.

However, without exception, these experts from the Hundred Clans either died in conflicts with us or for other reasons.

His second nickname is ‘Saved in Vain’.”

“What the heck?”

Li Dazhi’s eyes bulged: “Futile Efforts, Saved in Vain?

Is it that strange?”

Elder Tianli lifted the hem of his robe and took a seat in the principal position, speaking leisurely:

“It’s not so much strange as unique.

His Majesty Fuxi Shi is quite familiar with this Daluo.

“His Majesty once said that this Daluo is deeply connected with the Heavenly Dao in a very special way, so that whenever he tries to intervene in someone else’s fate, he becomes an enabler of that person’s predetermined destiny, with all his actions effectively being influences of the Heavenly Dao.

“For instance, if the Heavenly Dao decrees that a great demon must die—as is that great demon’s fixed destiny—and this Daluo, out of benevolence, intervenes to save it, then despite his intervention, the Heavenly Dao is also intervening, and the great demon will still die in the end.

“Conversely, if the great demon is saved by another expert, the chances are high that it could change this destiny.

“That’s essentially how it is.”

The Heavenly Dao?

Li Dazhi suddenly grasped something and frowned, “He captured Ping’an because of Ping’an’s Heaven…

So going by this logic, his capture is in vain?

Ping’an will be safe and sound?”

“Today, he saved four great demons.

King Yin Kui, Cailin the Great, Mother Hu from the Celestial Foxes, and some weak Demon Bull…

hence, these four great demons are saved in vain, and they will probably die later on.”

“That doesn’t make sense either!”

Li Dazhi frowned, “Ping’an also has…

Could there be a problem?”

“Ping’an is not even a Yuan Immortal; the impact should be minimal.”

Elder Tianli said with a smile:

“Don’t worry, I will stay here with you to wait for news, right?

When he saved those four great demons, he communicated to Minister Feng that he meant no harm, and now our full offensive has halted, scaring the demon side quite a bit.

“The Emperor’s previous order to launch an offensive was to show the Demon Race that Ping’an is an important minister on our Human Race’s side.

Capturing those four great demons was also for making exchanges later on.

“Now that we know it’s this old Black Crow who’s captured them, none of these will be followed up on, and even Great Master Cangjie has called the troops back.”

Li Dazhi scratched his head, inadvertently dislodging his toupee.

“Alright then,” he sighed, “I’m going to offer incense.

I can’t help feeling uneasy.”

Xinghan nearby said: “Great Wealth Immortal, my master has a special Incense Hall, where the Three Pure Ones and Four Human Emperors are enshrined.

Would you like to offer incense there?”

Li Dazhi waved his hand: “I’m offering incense to borrow some luck for my family’s Ping’an.

By looking at the time, it’s about time for it to be renewed.”

“Incense Hall?” Elder Tianli muttered, “What’s Ping’an doing with that?”

He Xinghe bowed and said: “Reporting to the deputy alliance leader, my master only seeks peace of mind…

That’s what he has said.”

The group of Golden Immortals couldn’t help but smile, sweeping away the tense atmosphere from before.

…

In the Northern Continent, by the seaside.

Giant pines reaching a hundred feet high formed a mysterious land stretching for thousands of miles.

This place, where miasma was rare, teemed with numerous creatures, and throughout the giant pine forest were scattered tribes of various sizes.

At the edge of the seaside pine forest, a spacious treehouse rested at the center of the tree canopy, resembling a wooden hall.

The big treehouse had vine ladders hanging from it, extending in all directions and connecting to dozens of treehouses of different sizes.

This was Mo Linyuan’s abode.

At this moment, inside the grand hall, Li Ping’an was experiencing an ordeal.