Immortal Father
Chapter 669 - 669 234 A Stretch of Blue Clouds Enters the Dream_3

669: Chapter 234: A Stretch of Blue Clouds Enters the Dream_3 669: Chapter 234: A Stretch of Blue Clouds Enters the Dream_3 Li Ping’an was responsible for coming up with ideas, while Xuntian Xu, the second-best weapon master of the Demonic Path, took charge of realizing those ideas.

The two spent every day in the underground hall, occasionally conducting experiments outside the city and creating mushroom clouds—little more than small fireworks.

Heavenly Square Pavilion began implementing a “report every seven days” system.

Sun Yingying continued to manage the Drunken Moon Tower in Dong’an City, which now employed hundreds of elite members from the Heavenly Square Pavilion and had temporarily suspended its service industry operations to focus exclusively on gathering intelligence and reporting significant events to Luo Xuejing in a timely manner.

Golden Immortal Luo Xuejing would then compile these pieces of information into briefings that arrived punctually on Li Ping’an’s desk every seven days.

The would-be Heavenly Emperor could know the happenings of all places without stepping outside his abode.

Heavenly Square Pavilion was also actively exploring worlds beyond the heavens, initially selecting several hundred minor worlds, and after repeated examinations and verifications, searching for the most suitable minor worlds to establish bases for the Heavenly Court.

With vast voids separating the minor worlds from the main world, and without the Dao Realm of a third-rank Heavenly Immortal, even traveling is difficult.

This task by Heavenly Square Pavilion would take several years, likely awaiting Li Ping’an’s full recovery from his injuries before offering “cautious suggestions.”

Wanyun Sect had begun vigorous expansion.

There was an old rule in Wanyun Sect against opening new branches;

But that was a rule set by Wanyun Sect—what did it have to do with Li Dazhi’s expansion?

With a grand sweep of his hand, Li Dazhi established new shops and new artifact production lines for Wanyun Sect, beginning to purchase spirit veins far and wide and taking spirit veins by force from several Immortal Dynasties near Linzhen Immortal Dynasty as retribution for their past sieges.

Li Dazhi was indeed ruthless.

Whether establishing the Heavenly Court or maintaining its operations, a vast amount of resources was necessary.

Li Dazhi spent his days by Master Kongming’s side and happened to have free time to make plans.

The success of the chain Mahjong halls made Li Dazhi acutely aware of the degree of boredom among the loose cultivators in the various townships of the East Continent and the scarcity of recreational pursuits.

Therefore, he planned to roll out the “Foot Bath Chain,” “East Continent Public Bath Chain,” and “Cultivation Culture Stage” over the next few years to enter the leisure industry.

Li Dazhi’s plan was to first earn the spirit stones that others had yet to earn and then, once grown strong, to use the cost advantage to enter industries controlled by certain forces, such as tailor shops and the like.

Li Ping’an didn’t need to worry too much about these things—letting his father handle it was enough.

Time flew by, and half a year passed quietly.

One afternoon, a visibly tired Li Ping’an paid his respects to the Three Pure Ones, the four Human Emperors, the Holy Mother, and his teacher Yun Zhongzi in the Incense Hall, left the underground Immortal Palace, and stretched as he returned to his study.

The latest briefing from Heavenly Square Pavilion was on the desk;

Outside the window, in the warm sunlight, a little girl named Guilingling was curled up in a swing chair, basking in the sun and taking a lazy nap, her face carrying a sweet smile with some flaky pastry still lingering on her lips.

After six months of delicious trials, Guilingling—one of the four major disciples from the inside door of the Taqing Sect—developed a particular fondness for sweet pastries.

Li Ping’an looked at her and couldn’t help but think of his wife and Master.

Although his sister-wife should be in a comatose state of reconstituting her body and his Master was in a realm that could accelerate the passage of time, aiming for the Golden Immortal Realm,

it had been six months; it was about time to write two letters over there.

Even if they couldn’t see them now, getting the letters once they emerged would surely be a pleasure.

So, Li Ping’an decided to put off those papers for later and ordered Wen Ling’er to bring paper and ink, spreading it out on the desk.

Wen Ling gently ground the ink and asked in a soft voice, “Little Ancestor, when will you go to meet with the Taiqing Sect Leader?

Guilingling Senior asked me to inquire this before she slept.”

“Once my injuries recover,” Li Ping’an said.

“One needs to have mana by one’s side to ascend to the nine heavens.”

“Oh,” Wen Ling acknowledged and looked at Li Ping’an, who continued writing and drawing.

Just then, in the underground Incense Hall, the corner of the portrait of the Three Pure Ones fluttered slightly, and a faint aura of Dao Charm diffused from it.

Li Ping’an, holding his jade pen, paused for a moment, and his expression turned slightly dazed, as a drop of immortal ink slowly fell.

Drip-drop.

A faint ripple appeared on the desk surface, morphing into a small pond.

Looking around, he saw himself seated under a banyan tree, on the edge of a cliff, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, as a breeze carried the laughter of children from afar.

The edges of Li Ping’an’s vision blurred slightly, as if he were in a dream.

“Ping’an?

What are you doing here?”

A voice, tinged with surprise, called out from beside him.

Li Ping’an turned his head to look, momentarily taken aback.

Indeed, it was his Ancestral Master Kongming.