Immortal Father
Chapter 667 - 667 234 A Piece of Blue Sky Enters the Dream

667: Chapter 234: A Piece of Blue Sky Enters the Dream 667: Chapter 234: A Piece of Blue Sky Enters the Dream “What’s troubling you, Martial Uncle?”

“Cough, well, This Poor Daoist was thinking,” Immortal Huanglong hesitated, “Shall we talk inside?”

“Please, Martial Uncle.”

Li Ping’an closed the doors and windows, Immortal Huanglong set up a barrier, and both sat down at the desk in tacit agreement, Immortal Huanglong just about to speak, but couldn’t help sighing deeply.

“Why do you sigh, Martial Uncle?” Li Ping’an asked with concern.

“Ah,” Immortal Huanglong’s aged face showed a hint of bitterness, “Ping’an, you might not know, but I…

had a truly miserable time throughout the ancient era…”

Li Ping’an: …

“Back then, This Poor Daoist was a war dragon of the Dragon Clan.”

With a wave of his large sleeve, Immortal Huanglong unfurled scroll after scroll of epic panoramas, which bombarded Li Ping’an.

The great battle between dragons and phoenixes shattered heaven and earth, the Pangu Continent of ancient times fragmented, experts of the dragon, phoenix, and qilin clans led the Hundred Clans in unending conflicts, until the avian beings were completely defeated, the Ancestral Dragon fell, and the Primordial Phoenix returned to the Undying Volcano to a perpetual silence.

“It was the most brutal time of the great war.

Though I had just been born, I possessed the fighting power of a Golden Immortal.

In the end, I was struck by a Phoenix Clan Expert, and my dragon spine was shattered.”

“I thought I was dead for sure, my body sprawled on the earth, until my teacher appeared before me and swept me into his sleeve.”

“Then, I was taken to that little courtyard, the small courtyard on Kunlun Mountain…”

Immortal Huanglong, looking emotional, began to recount the story of those days.

At that time, the Three Pure Ones had not yet parted ways, they resided in a small Kunlun Mountain courtyard, and many other dwellings nearby belonged to masters who slowly vanished into the river of time.

The courtyard was quite bustling back then.

Taiqing often cultivated in the central thatched hut, and each time he released even a little bit of Dao Charm, it brought immense benefit to the various strange creatures in the courtyard.

The injured Huanglong was placed in a corner pond, maintaining a size of just three zhang as a golden dragon, swimming back and forth, listening to the sound of the Dao from the Three Pure Ones.

“To tell the truth, This Poor Daoist was actually the fourth outsider to join the courtyard, only my apprenticeship came later on.”

With starlight in his eyes, Immortal Huanglong continued to narrate slowly.

The small courtyard of the Three Friends was so lively back then.

The Three Pure Ones’ reputation soared, with constant visitors arriving to seek teachings and discuss the Dao.

In the yard at the time, there was only one old man with a peach on his head who liked to play chess with Yuanshi Tianzun.

The vibrant Tongtian Sect Leader, emerging from seclusion with just a stretch and a yawn, would immediately be nagged by Yuanshi Tianzun about his poor posture, incorrect insights into the Dao, wrong stance in Cut Three Corpses, and so on.

Tongtian Sect Leader at that time had two disciples, a Treasure-seeking Rat and a young girl, now known as Taoist Duobao and Jinling Saint Mother.

The Treasure-seeking Rat was truly formidable; wherever a treasure was about to emerge, it could burrow a hole out of thin air and get there, always managing to swallow the treasure before its birth.

Because of this, many experts waiting to claim treasures frequently visited the small courtyard;

But each time, a cold snort from Yuanshi Tianzun was enough to make these experts skulk away.

Immortal Huanglong lamented, “Our teacher, that is to say, had some disdain for Martial Brother Duobao because of these matters.”

“I see…

But…”

Li Ping’an was about to ask ‘But how does this relate to what you were going to say,’ but seeing another ‘flashback’ white border appear around Immortal Huanglong, he forcefully suppressed his question.

Since Xuntian Xu had yet to return, he wasn’t in a rush to begin his research, content to listen to Immortal Huanglong ramble for a bit.

In the nearby kitchen, an ancient turtle whose Dao Realm dominance far outstripped Immortal Huanglong, was busy eavesdropping while holding a bowl of steamed meat.

She had to keep a watchful eye on the new Heavenly Emperor, lest he be lured away by experts from the Chan Teaching.

Immortal Huanglong carried on with his account of the past.

Because of Duobao’s continuous mischief, and the fact that he took such a long time to take human form, the Tongtian Sect Leader later brought back a small turtle and a primordial young girl.

Yuanshi Tianzun’s patience reached its limit.

A big argument broke out between the second and the third of the Three Pure Ones.

Yuanshi Tianzun claimed that the Tongtian Sect Leader lacked the ability to be a teacher, neglected his disciples, and caused repeated disturbances.

He always accepted those with shallow fortune and shallow roots, which not only brought no benefit to himself but also required using his own fortune to sustain these beings.

Standing his ground, the Tongtian Sect Leader retorted, ‘I accept disciples based on fate, it’s not for Second Brother to decide!’

Yuanshi Tianzun exploded at that moment, uttering many harsh words.

Immortal Huanglong remembered it all too clearly.

It was the first time Tongtian Sect Leader had talked back to Yuanshi Tianzun.

Before, he would either laugh it off or listen obediently.

And Immortal Huanglong always felt that most of what Yuanshi Tianzun said in anger was just that—talk fueled by rage at the Tongtian Sect Leader’s defiance.

That became the catalyst for the Three Pure Ones splitting up.

Merely a few days after the quarrel, the Tongtian Sect Leader left with his four major disciples, heading to the seas to establish his own Daoist realm.

About a thousand years later, Taiqing severed his Three Corpses and bade Yuanshi Tianzun farewell, setting up a thatched hut above the ninth heaven.

The once lively small courtyard fell silent without Second Brother’s reprimands to Third Brother, and rumors about the Three Pure Ones began circulating in the world.

The Three Pure Ones never gathered in the courtyard again, each becoming a leader and addressing each other as Martial Brothers.

The Primordial Spirit of Pangu metamorphosed into the Three Pure Ones, who were actually brothers to begin with.

“Ah!”

Immortal Huanglong murmured:

“Back then, as teacher sat in the small courtyard, silent and lonely, it was painful for me to watch.”

“When visitors came, his smiles grew fewer, and he would occasionally go to the house where Tongtian Martial Uncle used to live…”