Immortal Father
Chapter 682 - 682 239 Upheavals in the Northern Continent!_2

682: Chapter 239 Upheavals in the Northern Continent!_2 682: Chapter 239 Upheavals in the Northern Continent!_2 Afterward, Li Ping’an folded up his chair and stood in front of his cave dwelling with his hands clasped behind his back, contemplating for a moment.

‘Minister Feng said before that my land of the Dragon’s Rise is in the northwest direction.

Could this Misty Realm be the leverage I need to enter the Three Thousand Worlds?’ he thought.

‘But I shouldn’t trust this blindly.

I need to have the Heavenly Square Pavilion investigate this matter first.’

‘Later, I’ll visit Senior Tianli.

On the way, I can ask Fenghou to divine my fortune and see if it brings good or bad luck.’

He quickly made up his mind, took a Messaging Jade Talisman, and sent a simple message to his father.

There was a liaison elder from the Heavenly Square Pavilion within the Wanyun Sect, so there was no need to rush back to Dong’an City immediately.

“Disciple?”

The voice of Qing Su came from inside the cave: “Are you going out?”

“You should focus on your cultivation, Master.

There’s no need to hurry,” Li Ping’an said with a smile.

“An elder has been injured and shouldn’t be disturbed for a month.”

“Alright,” Qing Su replied.

“When you go out, just call for me.

I’ve pondered over many combat techniques in the past few hundred years and will pass them on to you later.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Li Ping’an blinked.

Shouldn’t Master ask what the deal is with the Heavenly Emperor?

Actually, he also wanted to share his amazing experiences from recent times with his master, explain what ‘the one who owes debts is the real boss’ means, and show off his autonomous Immortal Armor Troops…

so to speak.

…

Three days later.

Near the spiritual mountains of the Western Continent, in the cave dwelling of the Daoist Qia Feng.

Several shadowy figures leapt out of the darkness, kneeling on one knee before Qia Feng, who sat meditating on his throne, and reported urgently:

“Venerable one, we have established contact with the Witch Clan.”

“The Witch Clan has not given us a clear response.

The current spokespeople for the Witch Clan are the Xuan Ming Tribe and the tribe of Houtu, both of which are rather timid.

It’s likely they don’t wish to wage war against the Human Race again but rather live out their days in peace in the Northern Continent.”

Daoist Qia Feng nodded slightly and said slowly, “That’s not beyond my expectations.”

“Venerable one, the Witch Clan, living in the Northern Continent, not only possesses the ancient arts of battle witches but is also adept at controlling poisonous insects and cultivating venomous gu; they indeed could be a valuable asset.”

“The last few great witches of the Witch Clan were slain by Xuanyuan the Yellow Emperor.

Their will to fight has already been destroyed.”

Daoist Qia Feng slowly rose to his feet.

His Primordial Spirit had perfectly merged with this Dao Body.

Although his strength was not as great as his peak, he had regained seventy to eighty percent of it.

‘I value the Witch Clan because since ancient times they have stood against the Heavenly Court and the Heavenly Dao.

They are of the Pangu bloodline, indifferent to the Heavenly Dao, which also cannot isolate them.’

‘To slay the new Heavenly Emperor, the Witch Clan is the most suitable candidate.’

‘It seems, I must personally make a trip to the Northern Continent.’

Daoist Qia Feng waved his hand, and the shadowy figures below bowed their heads in respect and jumped back into the darkness.

Daoist Qia Feng sighed softly, flexed his somewhat stiff limbs, and with a simple hand gesture, strands of golden true fire ignited from various parts of his body.

After a short while, his skin was charred black, which then flaked away to reveal a kind and benevolent middle-aged face, and his physique returned to that of his time as the ‘Fifth Brother’.

If outsiders saw him, they would think that the Da Luo Dao Body he had arduously cultivated had never been damaged.

Daoist Qia Feng changed into a dark yellow monk’s robe and muttered to himself:

“Li Ping’an, oh Li Ping’an, I must settle this account with you.”

He then rode the clouds away from his cave dwelling and headed towards the golden-lit spiritual mountain.

Before going to the Northern Continent, Daoist Qia Feng had to make more preparations.

The current plight of the Witch Clan was not good, the biggest reason being the bitter cold of the Northern Continent and the rampant miasma.

Newborn witch children died in large numbers, but by targeting the Witch Clan’s weaknesses, why couldn’t he manipulate them?

Moreover, not all Twelve Ancestor Witches had perished.

Why, then, were the Xuan Ming Tribe and Houtu Tribe able to lead the current Witch Clan tribes?

Naturally, because the source of these two tribes was still alive.

…

Half a month later.

At Unnamed Peak of the Wanyun Sect.

Two streaks of light chased each other, colliding at high speed.

Many Wanyun Sect elders watched from a distance, nodding occasionally or exchanging words of praise with those beside them.

The two streaks of light stopped, materializing into a male and a female Immortal.

The male Immortal had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome appearance, and wore a narrow-sleeved robe of dark black and rusted gold.

He held a Zongyun Spear, his forehead glistening with sweat and breathing slightly heavy.

His left hand gripping the shaft of the spear was trembling incessantly.

The female Immortal wore a silver-white long dress, which fit snugly against her skin on the upper half, accentuating her exquisite figure.

Her three thousand strands of hair were neatly coiled, and the ordinary Immortal Sword in her hand emitted a cyan-blue immortal light.

It was Li Ping’an and his master Qing Su.

“You have improved rapidly.”

Qing Su put away her Immortal Sword and floated over to Li Ping’an, extending a finger to tap him lightly.

Li Ping’an breathed a sigh of relief, respectfully bowed to his master, and set out two chairs outside the door.

He promptly collapsed onto one and then activated the area’s Formation.

A satisfied group of Heavenly Immortals dispersed to their respective peaks.

Seeing Qing Su teach was both enlightening and comforting for their cultivation as Heavenly Immortals.

Not far away, Li Dazhi held several Jade Talismans in his hand, riding the clouds lazily towards Unnamed Peak.

“Disciple,” said Qing Su gracefully as she sat down, asking softly, “When will we go to Dong’an City?”

“Do you want to eat something, Master?”

“I have entered the Golden Immortal Realm and shouldn’t cling to worldly pleasures like the sense of taste.”

Qing Su hummed a little but still expressed frankly:

“Indeed, I do miss it a bit, not having touched such flavors in hundreds of years.”

Li Ping’an laughed softly and said, “Senior Ling is currently trying to break through the Heavenly Dao’s restrictions.

It’s not very safe to go out now.

Why don’t you go to Dong’an City on your own, Master?

Elder Wen Ling, Sister Chen Ting’er, and Elder Yansheng are all there.”

“No, I’ll go with you.”

Qing Su declared earnestly: