Immortal Father
Chapter 639 - 639 224 Please Sect Leader Take Your Position!

639: Chapter 224: Please, Sect Leader, Take Your Position!

[Vote for Monthly Pass] 639: Chapter 224: Please, Sect Leader, Take Your Position!

[Vote for Monthly Pass] In the Kunlun Magic Mirror, the young human couple was nestled close together, whispering sweet nothings.

Queen Mother felt an inexplicable restlessness, casually tossing the Precious Mirror aside.

A pair of phoenix eyes brimmed with annoyance, and her slender legs draped across the soft couch shone like smooth jade.

After a short while, Queen Mother’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Hmph, one should know what kind of display this is behind the scenes.”

She hesitated, reconsidered, reflected, and considered, but still picked up the Precious Mirror once more.

However, just as Queen Mother was about to activate her divine skills, a red embroidered ball appeared on the Precious Mirror.

The ball trembled faintly, hiding the intimacies of Li Ping’an and Ningning Mu’s bridal chamber.

With a light bite of her silver teeth, Queen Mother once again slammed the Precious Mirror to the side.

Now she felt even more irritated.

Her slender finger brushed lightly, a wisp of green immortal light flew past, and her aura returned to calm, her eyes reflecting deeper contemplation.

‘The Heavenly Dao is no longer the same as it once was.’

The words of Li Ping’an echoed repeatedly in her ears.

Queen Mother’s brow creased slightly.

The illusionary realm she had arranged was shattered by the power of the Heavenly Dao, an undeniable fact;

Since the last change in the Heavenly Dao and the concealment of heavenly secrets, she had lost her ability to sense the Heavenly Dao, which was also the main reason she had proactively sought out Li Ping’an.

It appears, the Heavenly Dao has completely sided with this young human.

‘How did he manage this?’

‘Though my master never made explicit what the key to achieving sainthood was, it must be connected to the Heavenly Dao.

Could it be that Li Ping’an, this future Heavenly Emperor, might truly take full command of the Heavenly Dao?’

‘I have actually been chastised by this young man.’

“Hmph!”

Queen Mother swept her sleeve and closed her eyes to ponder, a red flush added to her lips as her delicate hand brushed past them.

She called out, “Attend to me.”

Four maids flew from the mists, kneeling before Queen Mother.

With a light flick of her hand, a jade talisman containing a few written lines floated toward the maids.

“Ride the Qingluan… Tomorrow at noon, ride the Qingluan to Dong’an City to congratulate the Heavenly Emperor on his new marriage, and bring along more gifts,” she instructed.

“Yes,” replied the four maids softly, rising and retreating a few steps into the mists.

A faint, cold smile played upon Queen Mother’s freshly reddened lips.

“The establishment of the Heavenly Court is still far off.

I am in no rush.

Let’s see what you’re capable of that allows you to command the Heavenly Dao!”

…

Wanyun Sect, behind the Castcloud Hall.

“Ah—”

Li Dazhi sighed lightly, setting down his cup, his eyes filled with emotion.

He spoke softly, “Ping’an has finally married.

That’s wonderful, grandchildren could be expected now.”

Only Xiaoyue sat at a small table, accompanying Li Dazhi with a few plates of snacks and sharing a drink.

“Junior Uncle,” Xiaoyue muttered softly, “such a wedding is quite simple, nothing more than paying respects to the in-laws and thanking the Sect Leader.”

Li Dazhi’s large hand fell upon the back of her hand, his voice gentle, “Are you thinking of it, too?”

Xiaoyue complained softly, “Who wouldn’t think about it?

I too want a proper status.”

“Then let’s do it, let’s go pay respects to heaven and earth and enter the bridal chamber!”

Li Dazhi chuckled, pulling at her hand.

Xiaoyue snuggled into his embrace, her delicate fingers picking up a wine cup and bringing it to Li Dazhi’s lips.

Li Dazhi opened his mouth to sip the Immortal Brew, ready to embrace his beloved in his arms…

“Sect Leader!

Sect Leader Dazhi!”

Several elder’s voices calling out reached Castcloud Hall from outside.

Xiaoyue got to her feet in an instant, her face burning with heat as she fled to the inner room.

Li Dazhi could only heave a sigh.

In the dead of night, couldn’t they have some peace?

As his son enjoyed his wedding night in bliss and warmth, he, as his father, seemed doomed to toil and trouble.

Li Dazhi took a bite of stir-fried spiritual beast meat, his arm bound in white cloth, and strolled out with his hands behind his back.

“What’s the matter, Elders?”

“Elder Xu Sheng is looking for you!”

“Elder Xu Sheng?” Li Dazhi looked concerned, “Is his injury better?

Where is he?

Why didn’t he come directly here to Castcloud Hall?”

“Main hall, in the main hall, and he brought a group of elders with him!”

Li Dazhi, not understanding why, took a few elders back to the main peak on a cloud, heading straight for the main hall.

Xu Sheng stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the main hall, eyes fixed on the two characters of Wanyun on the wall.

To the left, rows of chairs were filled with Wei Yuan Sect elders; to the right, Wanyun Sect’s inner gate elders sat.

Li Dazhi’s Castcloud Hall was quite far from the main peak, and he was the last to arrive.

As soon as Li Dazhi entered the hall, a group of white-haired elders smiled at him.

“Elder!

You should be resting at home, why run over here for this?”

Li Dazhi went forward to help Xu Sheng up.

Xu Sheng pushed away Li Dazhi’s large hand, frowning and scolding, “I’m not about to die!

Why are you helping me?

My Spiritual Treasures took the brunt of the damage, I lost more than a dozen in the battle!

My Dao Body and Primordial Spirit are not in much trouble!”

Li Dazhi’s expression darkened upon hearing this.

Xu Sheng said, “Go sit down.

We’ll wait for your master; I’ve asked him to come.”

Li Dazhi became anxious at once, “Good heavens!

You could’ve just talked to me, why call my master over!

He’s currently recuperating!”

Daoist Kongming’s laughter came from the back of the hall, “More rest won’t add much more to my life; it doesn’t hurt to move this once.”

Li Dazhi’s eyes reddened instantly, he sniffled and held it back, hurrying to greet them with a cheerful face at the back door of the hall.

Daoist Kongming sat on a floating wooden chair, his complexion ruddy, hair flecked with white, and at the moment, he seemed thousands of years younger.

Yet beneath that full skin, a trace of withering, ash-like breath has begun to encroach.

Grandma Linghua, dressed in a dark long dress, also took on a middle-aged appearance.

She walked, leaning on the back of the chair, as though aiding Daoist Kongming.

Daoist Yun Ting and four apparently unfamiliar elderly Daoists and old women followed behind the chair, their eyes on Li Dazhi also full of goodwill.

“Master, Senior Brother, Senior Sister.”