Immortal Father
Chapter 624 - 624 219 There can't be a spy in our Jie Sect!

624: Chapter 219: There can’t be a spy in our Jie Sect!

624: Chapter 219: There can’t be a spy in our Jie Sect!

“Guarded?”

Li Ping’an didn’t understand why.

“Ping’an, your approach is too conservative,”

The Tongtian Sect Leader shook his head and called out:

“Duobao…

Duobao!”

With a light call from him, Taoist Duobao shivered and stood up in the water.

Several bald heads floated up from the bottom of the pond, they were old Immortals whose Innate Spiritual Roots had taken form, curiously glanced at the water surface, found no issues, and quietly submerged again.

The Tongtian Sect Leader said with a smile:

“Duobao, arrange for three hundred clever disciples, all above the Golden Immortal Realm, it’s fine to send more.

“Go explore the myriad worlds beyond the heavens, start from the fringe of the main world of the Desolate Era, reach the edge of the Chaos Sea, from the east, south, west, north, above and below, each direction, map a stellar chart of the universe, and detail the number of beings in each world, the number of experts, and the amount of Spirit Veins and mineral veins.”

Taoist Duobao’s spirits lifted, and he grinned, “Master, are you finally letting us go out for a stroll?

Are we mapping out all the minor celestial worlds this time?”

“What mapping out!

What are you mapping out for!”

The Tongtian Sect Leader glared at Duobao and scolded:

“My Jie Sect is a Great Sect!

How could we engage in thievery and robbery!

It’s Ping’an who wants it!

“Try not to cause conflicts, and don’t let anyone know that it’s the New Heavenly Court plotting the minor worlds beyond the heavens!”

Duobao asked: “Ah?

Isn’t that the West’s territory?

Then what reason shall we use?”

The Tongtian Sect Leader thought for a moment: “Then just say we’re scouting.”

“Okay!”

Duobao said with a smile: “I will personally take care of this matter!”

Li Ping’an quickly made a respectful bow: “Thank you, Uncle-Master.”

“It’s a trivial matter, a trivial matter.”

Duobao touched his belly, pinched his hand lightly, and a small sword three inches long appeared in his hand, which he casually tossed to Li Ping’an:

“This is a meeting gift from my master to you, don’t disdain it, it is just a Postnatal Spiritual Treasure forged from ordinary Innate Treasured Materials.

Your master is Yun Zhongzi, you’re not lacking in treasures.”

Li Ping’an: Actually quite lacking.

Some calls came from the side.

Jinling Saint Mother said: “Big Brother, let me go too, I want to get out and about.”

Mother Wudang smiled: “The West has many experts, very formidable.

I will go too; if we encounter Daoist Zhunti, we can join hands and fight him.”

“Me too!” Mother Gui Ling said crisply, “My defensive divine skills are very powerful now!”

“You what!

You!”

The Tongtian Sect Leader cursed:

“However you brought over this almost-Heavenly Emperor, you’re going to send him back that way!”

Li Ping’an quickly covered his neck: “No need to knock me unconscious, I’ll just take a nap later!”

A few soft chuckles came from the pool.

Taoist Duobao was also smiling with narrowed eyes, a hint of contemplation flashing through his gaze, as he bowed and said:

“Master, allow me to escort Disciple-Nephew Ping’an.”

Li Ping’an stood up with a smile and returned the bow, a trace of wariness crossing the bottom of his heart.

This famously wealthy figure of the Desolate Era was probably not easy to deal with.

…

Within the Wanyun Sect.

Li Dazhi was sitting in front of the Sect Leader’s coffin, meditating with closed eyes, when an elder hurried over, bowed his head, and whispered in Li Dazhi’s ear.

“Uncle-Master, the four elders that Yun Ting Ancestral Master had people invite have arrived, and they have already gone to the back mountain to visit the founding Ancestral Master.”

“Mhm,” Li Dazhi responded, “These are also my senior brothers and sisters, but I’m not very familiar with them, let master catch up with them first…

Are there any particularly difficult characters among them?”

“This,” the elder bowed and transmitted his voice, “Uncle-Master, times have changed, who would dare to be reckless in front of you?

Ping’an is the almost-Heavenly Emperor, and you will be the father of the Heavenly Emperor in the future, it brings supreme honor to the Wanyun Sect.”

“One shouldn’t speak like that!”

Li Dazhi frowned and said:

“Ping’an is Ping’an, I am me.

Can I ride on my son’s coattails and act arrogantly?”

The elder couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

He had heard this sentiment a long time ago, coming from Li Ping’an’s mouth.

Back then, the son didn’t want to ride on his father’s coattails, and now the father didn’t want to bask in his son’s glory; when brought together, the sentiments were the same.

“Since we’re all one family, then I’ll go to the back mountain and be attentive to the reports.”

“Trouble the elder.”

The elder hurried away.

Li Dazhi sighed and continued his meditation, instructing the Sect Leader’s direct disciples to come forward to offer incense and burn paper.

‘Ah, Sect Leader, what does one really seek in a lifetime.’

Li Dazhi closed his eyes again to rest for a while.

Not long after, another elder hurried over, bowed his head, and reported: “Uncle-Master, a high-profile individual has arrived at the mountain gate, claiming to be Mo Linyuan, and his Dao Realm seems to be that of a Daluo Golden Immortal.

Should we inform the Eastern League?

This seems to be an expert from the Demon Race.”

“Mo Linyuan?”

Li Dazhi blinked and stood up, saying:

“I’ll go have a look; this is an Old Minister of the Ancient Heavenly Court, and it was he who abducted Ping’an last time, he seems to be a person of the Heavenly Dao.”

“Clean up the side hall of the main hall and prepare some tea.”

“Great Master Cangjie is nearby at the moment, on guard against another sneak attack from the Many Demons Heaven, there’s no need to worry too much.”

“Yes, understood.”

Soon, Li Dazhi, with seven or eight elders, left the mountain gate to welcome Mo Linyuan.

The old man dressed in hemp garments appeared behind Li Dazhi, calmly, it was the previous hidden Great Master Cangjie.

Today, Mo Linyuan had changed into a black robe and donned a black headband.

Upon seeing Li Dazhi, he held a black cloth scroll from afar, bowed and said:

“Heartbroken over the calamity that has befallen Wanyun Sect, this Poor Daoist has come to offer condolences, to express my deepest regrets.”

“Thank you, senior.”

Li Dazhi bowed from afar, speaking in a hoarse voice:

“The nefarious villains of the Many Demons killed my Sect Leader, wounded my master—this vendetta is irreconcilable!

“Although senior is not of the Human Race, since you have come to offer condolences today, we cannot stop you, please come in, senior.”

After saying this, Li Dazhi stepped forward to receive the black cloth, but also felt the many treasures hidden beneath it, he turned and handed the black cloth to the elders behind him and bowed to invite them inside.