Immortal Father
Chapter 648 - 648 227 Travel to the Jade Void Paying Respects to Yuanshi

648: Chapter 227: Travel to the Jade Void, Paying Respects to Yuanshi 648: Chapter 227: Travel to the Jade Void, Paying Respects to Yuanshi Immortal Huanglong had a streak of bad luck;

Ju Liuyun was the disciple of a Precept Teaching Immortal that his own teacher disliked;

Immortal Taiyi…

What’s going on?

What does it mean to talk someone to death?

Yun Zhongzi had not mentioned it earlier, but having brought it up, Li Ping’an became even more curious.

They traveled through the clouds and mist, taking the route towards East Kunlun.

Yun Zhongzi did not hide his figure, leading the way as the new Heavenly Emperor walked openly between heaven and earth, guiding Li Ping’an to the lands of Kunlun.

Kunlun Mountain was an ancient name renown, one of the few blessed land of cave heavens still present in the world today.

It spanned tens of thousands of miles, rising in the slightly western part of the central region of the four continents, westward it looked upon the Ling Jue desert, northward upon the Myriad Barrier Poison Mountain, and southeastward a distant view of the ruins of heaven.

In ancient times, the area surrounding Kunlun Mountain was rich in resources, with abundant life, and many cave dwellings of primordial beings were located within Kunlun Mountain.

Through the cataclysms of sea change and earth’s upheavals, having survived many ancient battles, Kunlun Mountain still stood undefeated, but the vast area surrounding it had become uninhabitable for ordinary creatures.

The Ling Jue desert lacked Spiritual Energy completely, Myriad Barrier Poison Mountain was encircled by the miasma clouds of the Northern Continent, and those unnamed barren lands grew not even a blade of grass.

As Li Ping’an observed all this, his eyes filled with emotion.

If this land could be developed, who knows how many mortals it could support?

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the Heavenly Dao detests powerful beings.

Li Ping’an’s heart brimmed with insights, a pity that he was currently in a state of backlash and restriction, unable to transform these insights into the Dao Realm.

‘Now I’m in league with the Heavenly Dao, it has no reason to suppress my cultivation any longer.

I wonder if in three years, like my father, I will be able to soar to the heavens.’

Yun Zhongzi patted Li Ping’an’s arm with his hand.

“Prepare yourself, a few disciples of the Sect Hierarchs are coming to greet us.

Aside from Immortal Weng of the South Pole and Vice Sect Leader Ran Deng, you can call everyone else Uncle Master,” he said.

Li Ping’an stood up straight, his light white Immortal robe flickering with a slight wave of brilliance—it was Yun Zhongzi by his side who had helped straighten Li Ping’an’s garments, immaculate and spotless.

Yun Zhongzi scrutinized Li Ping’an with a few glances and nodded with a smile.

Indeed, his disciple who was the Heavenly Emperor was quite the exceptional talent.

Yun Zhongzi’s Fu Dust in his hand swept gently, the white cloud beneath them suddenly accelerating, slicing through the continuous high mountains into the realm of Kunlun.

Where mountains abound and dwellings of Immortals are gathered.

This place indeed had many Qi Cultivators in seclusion, of varying levels of cultivation, not limited to the Chan Sect lineage, self-proclaiming as Qi Cultivators of Kunlun Mountain.

At this moment, streaks of Immortal Consciousness landed upon the white cloud driven by Yun Zhongzi, inspecting Li Ping’an’s figure.

Li Ping’an simply stood upright, chest out with his gaze straight ahead, waiting for the emissaries of the Chan Sect to appear.

Approaching from the front were three streaks of flowing light, turning into three Daoists, bowing deeply to Li Ping’an from afar.

These three Precept Teaching Immortals:

The one in the center and slightly forward was the Chief Disciple of the Chan Sect, Guang Chengzi, a middle-aged man with a dignified countenance, wearing a tall headdress, clad in a brown robe, with a pale gold belt around his waist and black boots on his feet.

Behind Guang Chengzi on the left stood the second disciple, Chi Jingzi, an old man with fluttering beard and hair, his grey-white hair combed into a Daoist bun, not very tall, but his figure contained mysterious Dao Charm.

And behind Guang Chengzi on the right, a half-old, spirited Daoist, dressed in a light blue robe, his feet in old cloth shoes, his face bearing a sorrowful look, his eyes sunk in hardship…wasn’t it Immortal Huanglong, whom Yun Zhongzi had previously emphasized?

As everyone knows, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect are ranked according to the order in which they joined the sect.

—In fact, the first disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun was Immortal Weng of the South Pole.

Later, because Immortal Weng’s cultivation was too profound and he always served beside Yuanshi Tianzun without managing the affairs of the Chan Sect, Guang Chengzi, who had joined the sect later than Immortal Weng of the South Pole, was established as the Chief Disciple of the Chan Sect.

The fact that the first three Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect came out to greet in person also meant giving the new Heavenly Emperor considerable face.

If others showed a smiling face, Li Ping’an naturally responded with a hearty smile as well.

Seeing the three Uncle Masters bow, Li Ping’an also bowed his head and greeted, saying, “Disciple Li Ping’an of the Chan Sect greets the three Uncle Masters.”

Afterwards, both parties relaxed their postures, following ancient etiquette, their hands in front of them in a salute gesture.

Guang Chengzi said with a smile, “Heavenly Emperor should not address us this way, just call us by our Daoist names, I am Guang Chengzi.”

Li Ping’an replied with a smile, “I have often heard His Majesty Xuanyuan speak of the guardians of the Human Emperor; only today do I see what it means to be a ‘True Immortal with the Dao Charm of Yuqing.’ Uncle Master, just call me Ping’an.

Having arrived at the doorstep of Chan Sect, it’s proper to refer to each other according to the Chan Sect’s hierarchy.”

Guang Chengzi’s smile deepened: “Heavenly Emperor is too polite…

this is my fellow disciple, going by the Daoist name Chi Jingzi, with the cultivation of a Daluo Golden Immortal, skilled in the arts of Yin and Yang transformation.”

“I have long admired your great name, greetings to Uncle Master Chi Jingzi.”

“This is our fellow disciple Huanglong, from the primordial Dragon Clan, a descendant of the Ancestral Dragon.”

Li Ping’an frowned slightly, bowed to Immortal Huanglong, and said warmly, “Greetings to Uncle Master Huanglong.”

Immortal Huanglong gave a bitter smile, “Ashamed, ashamed, This Poor Daoist has cultivated since ancient times and still has not attained the Dao Fruit of Da Luo.

I dare not boast before Heavenly Emperor.”

Yun Zhongzi said warmly, “Ping’an, your Uncle Master Huanglong just likes to humble himself.

He is not far from the rank of Daluo Golden Immortal, his Mana is extremely powerful, and if he were to engage in Magical Combat, he could hold his own against a Daluo Golden Immortal.”

Immortal Huanglong chuckled sorrowfully and said, “I’m truly not being modest.

I have been cursed by my own follies, abandoned by the Heavenly Dao.

Whatever I do ends in failure, and whoever’s near me suffers bad luck.

If not for the teacher’s continuous support, I fear I would not have survived this long.”

Li Ping’an nodded solemnly, “Indeed.”

Indeed!

Immortal Huanglong’s eyes widened, wasn’t he supposed to receive some words of comfort after selling such a pitiable story?