Immortal Father
Chapter 656 - 656 230 The Feng Family's Gift Requesting Monthly Tickets!

656: Chapter 230: The Feng Family’s Gift (Requesting Monthly Tickets!) 656: Chapter 230: The Feng Family’s Gift (Requesting Monthly Tickets!) Fenghou arrived outside the courtyard, where Li Ping’an was in the study tallying the loot from his trip to the Jade Void Palace.

The treasures were gifts from his master;

The protection was granted by his grandmaster;

Overall, he had indeed gained the support of Chan Teaching, openly putting pressure on the Western Sect.

Which big leg should he cling to next?

Ahem, no, which great figure should he visit next, and how should he take the first step in establishing the Heavenly Court?

Li Ping’an looked at the figures in the study, pondered for a moment, and decided to hold a ‘Heavenly Court Construction Committee Inauguration Ceremony.’

He had never thought that in his previous life, he didn’t have the chance to experience entrepreneurship, and now, in this Primordial World, he was about to embark on the most arduous startup in its history.

Li Ping’an cleared his throat: “Where’s Wang Shan?”

“Reporting to Your Majesty, the Immortal Officer Wang has gone to the barracks to meet friends,” Feng Tingzhu reported with clasped hands, “He said he was previously a patrol messenger and didn’t understand much about battle formations, so he wants to become a powerful general under your command.”

“That’s quite ambitious…”

A sudden alarm rose in Li Ping’an’s heart, as a loud explosion rang beside his ear: “Who is it?”

Boom!

A shockwave erupted from within the courtyard, and several figures inside instinctively threw themselves toward Li Ping’an.

Almost simultaneously, two rays of celestial light, each containing obscure Dao Charm, lit up, enveloping a small area of the courtyard and blocking the outward spreading shockwave.

In the courtyard, within the sphere of celestial light, two figures hovered in midair, confronting each other.

The old Daoist near the study was none other than Immortal Huanglong, who had dropped his usual jolly facade, a smoked chicken leg hanging from his mouth, holding a small longsword in his hand.

Near the courtyard door, Fenghou wore a garland on her head and donned a hemp robe; although her face was pale, her aura was swiftly climbing.

Inside the study, Li Ping’an brushed aside the Milky Way and Heavenly Lights and Elder Yansheng, and hurriedly said:

“Do not fight!

This is Immortal Huanglong from the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Teaching, and that’s the Human Race’s divine Minister Fenghou!”

“Fenghou?”

Immortal Huanglong clasped his hands in greeting: “I’ve long admired your esteemed name.”

Fenghou returned the greeting with a smile: “So it’s Immortal Huanglong.

No wonder your mana is so formidable.”

Then, a flicker of electric light passed through both their eyes.

At this moment, Immortal Huanglong knew he could use this opponent to prove his strength in front of his Heavenly Emperor nephew.

Fenghou was unaware why this weakest member of the Dragon Clan among the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Teaching seemed eager for a trial of strength, and her soul had been injured before, which meant she could only maintain her full-strength state for a short time;

But Fenghou understood that Immortal Huanglong desired a sparring match.

Huanglong and Fenghou’s figures flickered simultaneously!

Huanglong roared: “Excuse my poor skills!”

Fenghou laughed heartily: “Well met!”

In the blink of an eye, during the clash of lightning and stone, the two figures left hundreds of afterimages within an orb with a twenty-zhang diameter!

The Eight Trigrams Plate’s light flashed chaotically, and dragon claw strikes ran rampant everywhere.

Hexagram symbols flickered continuously, while the phantom of a golden dragon surged back and forth.

The onlookers inside the room felt dazzled, unable to see clearly how many times the two Taiyi Realm masters had clashed in such a short period.

Suddenly…

“Ouch.”

The celestial light retracted, spiritual energy fluctuations smoothed by the Dao Charm released from the Eight Trigrams Plate, and Fenghou calmly landed back in the study, the floating phantom images of the River Map and Luo Book above her head quietly fading.

On the eaves of the pavilion, an old Daoist hung tied up in five flowers knot, his face dark as he looked up and heaved a long sigh.

“River Map, Luo Book, the might of the Innate Spiritual Treasures is indeed as renowned!”

Fenghou clasped her hands together, recalled the binding rope with a wave, and said with a smile: “Fellow Daoist has substantial mana, on par with a Daluo Golden Immortal.

I merely relied on the power of numerous treasures to trap you for a moment.”

Daoist Huanglong stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the pavilion, looking straight up at a melancholic angle, tears streaking down his face.

Ah, since when had it started;

No chance of winning against an opponent of the same realm, one must look at whether the lesser opponent possessed any powerful treasures.

Inside the study.

The Heavenly Immortals looked at each other, their reverence for Minister Fenghou soaring.

Minister Feng entered the room with a smile, wiped the trace of blood reaching his lips, displayed the extraordinary bearing of a top human expert, and then bowed:

“Greetings, Heavenly Emperor!”

“Minister Feng is too courteous.”

Li Ping’an stood up to return the greeting, inviting Minister Feng to take a seat.

Xing Han and Xing He quickly brought over a chair, and Elder Yansheng, somewhat at a loss, decisively retreated outside.

Wen Ling’er came trotting over with several cups of tea, and after serving Li Ping’an and Fenghou, she made a special trip to the courtyard to offer a cup to Immortal Huanglong.

“Senior, please have some tea.

The magical combat earlier was really impressive!”

“Really?

Haha!

It was just a casual exchange!”

Immortal Huanglong’s hearty laughter rang out:

“If it had been a fight to the death, this Poor Daoist would have shown my true form.

Such magical combat is really not satisfying.

Not satisfying at all.”

Inside the room, Li Ping’an and Fenghou exchanged smiles.

Fenghou whispered: “What’s the matter, did you invite the weakest in magical combat among the Immortals of Chan Teaching, Immortal Huanglong?”

Li Ping’an said: “Uncle Huanglong wants to improve his fortune and get closer to the Heavenly Dao.”

“I see.”

Fenghou pondered for a moment:

“Let’s not dwell on idle chat, for I have come today for three things.

“The first matter is to remind you to be cautious, as there’s movement from the Western Sect side.

“The Wind Whisper Guard has brought the latest news, stating that the ancient evil, Daoist Mosquito, has returned to the main world and has met with various Demon Kings of the Demon Race; I fear they plan to target you and your son.”

“They’re still going to target my father?”

Li Ping’an muttered:

“Isn’t my target big enough already?”

Fenghou replied with a smile, shaking her head: “There is a theory now that the reason you resonated with Heavenly Dao and became the future new Heavenly Emperor is because of your father’s Great Fortune.”

“That’s incorrect.”