Immortal Father
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670: Chapter 235: The Departed’s Gift [Vote for monthly ticket] 670: Chapter 235: The Departed’s Gift [Vote for monthly ticket] In this hazy and mystical land, Li Ping’an was momentarily taken aback when he saw Daoist Kongming.

The old Daoist was dressed in an exquisite dark robe, carrying a Fu Dust, draped in an outer garment made of black gauze, his complexion rosy and glowing with a red luster, smilingly looking at Li Ping’an.

“Master…

Grandmaster…”

“Ah, you must not call me Grandmaster!”

Daoist Kongming’s resonant voice came:

“I haven’t given you much; it was merely by chance that you were at the Immortal Dynasty, and then followed your father to Wanyun Sect, which led to our fateful meeting.

“Ping’an, I am about to depart, and I have come to bid you farewell and express my gratitude.”

Li Ping’an’s nose tingled slightly.

So-called departure was likely a separation of life and death.

His father hadn’t even called out to him.

Daoist Kongming had already approached Li Ping’an and raised his hand to grab his arm, asking warmly, “What have you been busy with lately?”

“Preparing the Heavenly Court, working on some artifact refining matters.”

Li Ping’an felt the warmth transmitted from the palm of Daoist Kongming, and for a moment, he was unsure whether this was a dream or an illusion.

The Heavenly Dao had not issued any warnings.

He said, “Previously, I was hit back by the force of the Heavenly Dao.

Although the Taiqing Sect Leader blessed me with a treasure pill, sparing me from hundreds of years of petrification, I have been unable to cultivate for these last three years and could only accumulate some insight.”

“Ah…”

A trace of helplessness swirled in Kongming’s aged eyes.

“Though I have become a Golden Immortal, in the grand scheme of things, I am no more than a mayfly in this world.

“Facing the Great Sects, a Golden Immortal is just like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

It’s regrettable that I haven’t been able to help you much with the emergence of the Human Race’s Heavenly Court.”

“Grandmaster, you have already given us so much…”

Li Ping’an inhaled lightly and smiled, saying:

“If not for your care, my father wouldn’t have risen so quickly, and I wouldn’t have been able to embark on the path of cultivation.

“Grandmaster, if you have any wishes or regrets that you cannot let go of, you can entrust them all to me…

to me…”

“Enough, enough, don’t put on a sentimental child’s expression; it doesn’t suit your status as the Heavenly Emperor.”

Daoist Kongming laughed and patted Li Ping’an’s arm, saying softly:

“What I cannot let go of are Linghua and your father, so I made a special trip to find you and give you a few words of caution.

“After I leave, Linghua’s Dao heart may fluctuate.

It would be better to have her by your side as a protector.

Her cultivation level is above mine, and her magical combat skills are also superior.

If it weren’t for her repeatedly pulling me out of piles of corpses, Wanyun Sect would no longer exist.

“Linghua and I never became husband and wife; we were just companions on the Dao, and we felt that was already enough.”

Li Ping’an said, “Yes, I will remember.”

“And then there’s your father.”

A hint of worry rose between Daoist Kongming’s brows:

“I don’t know what’s going on with you and your father; why are you always calm, yet your father is at heart a rash man, sometimes charging forward without regard for the consequences.

“Alas, although he is a Great Fate Holder, such fate does not guarantee survival in all circumstances, and even the Heavenly Dao has its unpredictability.

“You must remind him in the future to be calm, think carefully, and consider things three times before acting.

“However…”

Daoist Kongming chuckled a lost smile: “Dazhi really knows how to earn Spirit Stones.

Just this past half year, he showed me nine ways to earn Spirit Stones, which truly opened my eyes, hahaha!”

Li Ping’an laughed along a few times.

Daoist Kongming looked at the warm yellow sky, gazing at the distant sunset, appearing somewhat entranced.

“I should leave now.”

“Grandmaster…”

Li Ping’an immediately wanted to bow down, but Daoist Kongming, as if having anticipated this, held onto his arm in advance.

“Don’t be like this; you are the Heavenly Emperor, the Heavenly Emperor of the Human Race.

The Heavenly Emperor of the Human Race shouldn’t kneel to anyone.”

“Grandmaster, you…”

“I don’t have much to give you as I depart.

Over the past half year, I have only done one thing, which is to condense all my insights into a speck of spiritual light, just as my fellow Daoists did in the old days.

This speck of spiritual light can help a disciple gain many insights.”

Daoist Kongming spoke warmly:

“I had originally thought to leave it for your father, but your father is not far from the Golden Immortal Realm.

His cultivation aptitude and personal insights are quite sufficient, and he has the protection of Great Fortune.

“My disciples, dead and gone, Yun Ting has become a Golden Immortal, while those four are still wearing their crimes.

“After much thought, leaving this understanding of the Great Dao of the Clouds to you is most fitting.

“Ping’an, you should meditate.”

“Thank you, Grandmaster.”

Li Ping’an bowed deeply in respect, not saying much else.

He took a seat with crossed legs beneath a banyan tree by the pool.

A glimmer of light flickered, and Daoist Kongming raised his hand to release a point of blue light.

The blue light swirled around Li Ping’an’s body, shedding twinkles like stars, merging into his forehead.

Having done this, Daoist Kongming’s mouth revealed a kindly smile.

Li Ping’an was already deeply immersed in insight and could not extricate himself but still managed to open his eyes to look at the old Daoist.

“Return now!”

Daoist Kongming smiled unrestrainedly, turned around, and walked to the edge of the cliff, reciting as a breeze formed at his feet:

“The Way of Humanity is splendid, the Heavenly Dao is vast, the Demonic Path perilously cleaves, protect my azure sky.

“We who cultivate Qi to solidify our will, do not seek to live as long as heaven and earth.

“Do not seek to live as long…

as heaven and earth.”

That figure faded from the edge of the cliff, dissipating as the dream retreated like the tides, and the unfolding scenes returned to peace.

Behind the desk.

Li Ping’an was holding a jade pen, a drop of immortal ink spreading on the paper.

Insights bloomed in his heart, yet his eyes were bloodshot, languidly sitting in the chair, staring blankly.

Wen Ling’er hurriedly asked, “Young Ancestor, what’s wrong?

Are you missing Ningning too much?”

Li Ping’an opened his mouth, unsure of how to speak, while outside, Elder Yansheng and the two Protectors, Weiyu Zi and Gao Xu, hurried in, rushing toward the house.