Immortal Father
Chapter 741 - 741 258 Taiqing Imparts the Dao Scripture Three More Requests for Votes!_3

741: Chapter 258: Taiqing Imparts the Dao Scripture [Three More Requests for Votes!]_3 741: Chapter 258: Taiqing Imparts the Dao Scripture [Three More Requests for Votes!]_3 “Your Majesty, what’s wrong with you?”

“It’s nothing,” Li Ping’an said somberly.

“Help me back to bed for some sleep.

I won’t see anyone in the next few days…

except for my master and my father.”

“Yes!”

Luo Xuejing hesitated, seemingly having something more to say.

She actually wanted to ask if she should turn away visitors sent by other Sect Hierarchs as well.

But seeing Li Ping’an’s pale face and weak breath, Luo Xuejing dared not ask further and, along with four trusted aides, helped Li Ping’an return to his residence to rest.

Li Ping’an slept soundly.

In his dream, he was still reciting the “Dao Scripture,” striving to recite it perfectly backward.

By the time he woke up, there were only seven or eight days left before the troops would be deployed to the Misty Realm.

After stretching his limbs a bit, Li Dazhi appeared before him with shining eyes, eagerly asking what he had discussed with the Taiqing Sect Leader.

Although Li Ping’an really wanted to share with his father, remembering the Sect Leader’s admonition, he could only offer a rueful smile and a vague response.

“The law is not to be imparted to the unworthy,” Li Ping’an sighed.

“Dad, our every word and action are under the watchful eye of the Taiqing Sect Leader.”

“Really?”

Li Dazhi said in a low voice, “Isn’t the divine predestination now obscured?”

“The Tai Chi Diagram knows all,” Li Ping’an sighed.

“Let’s not talk more about it; the biggest gain is that the Human Race’s new Heavenly Court has the backing of the Taiqing Sect Hierarch.

The Western Sect will probably have to be more cautious.”

“More than cautious, the Western Sect has sent gifts,” said Li Dazhi.

Li Dazhi took out two brocade boxes and threw them down in front of Li Ping’an.

“These were sent by two disciples from the Western Sect.

I checked them for you—inside are just some Spiritual Root elixirs, nothing great.

“Those two disciples even said something like, ‘The West is barren, these are but humble gifts, congratulations to the Heavenly Emperor,’ which nearly made me sick.

“But, ‘don’t slap a smiling face’ as they say, and ‘no killing envoys in wartime,’ so I still accepted the gifts on your behalf.”

Li Ping’an opened the brocade boxes and looked at the two unremarkable acquired Spiritual Roots, momentarily at a loss for words.

Is this the deterrence of the Taiqing Sect Leader?

“Has there been any messenger from the Holy Mother Palace?” Li Ping’an asked.

“No,” Li Dazhi replied.

“Do you want to go report to the Holy Mother yourself?”

“There’s no need,” Li Ping’an pondered, then slowly said, “I’ll write a letter later and have Tingzhu take it to the Holy Mother Palace…

Dad, where’s my master?”

Li Dazhi smiled and said: “He’s returned to the Metallic Cloud Sect.

Qing Su’s master is about to enter seclusion to advance to the Golden Immortal Realm.

Qing Su rushed back to see him; entering this ‘seclusion’ means either he’ll become a Golden Immortal or a pile of bones.”

“Hmm, then let’s wait a few days for my master.”

Li Ping’an stretched leisurely:

“Dad, I’m planning to go to the Misty Realm ahead of time to scout the area.

“With the deployment so close, I always find something lacking when I rely solely on the reports from the Heavenly Square Pavilion.

“It’s not that I don’t trust the Pavilion, but some things are better seen with one’s own eyes.”

Li Dazhi stared wide-eyed: “What are you doing that for!

It’s too dangerous!

It’s too far from our realm, even messaging is inconvenient!”

Li Ping’an replied, “I’ll ask my uncle, Guiling, to accompany me.

There shouldn’t be any safety issues, and I’ll think of a way to establish a method for sending messages.”

“That’s good then.

Now that Guiling is no longer bound by the Heavenly Dao, his strength is quite formidable.”

Only then did Li Dazhi nod in agreement, adding:

“While you’re there, make sure to take your trusted aides with you.

All four of them are Heavenly Immortal experts and will be of use in the outer realms.

“Oh, and one more thing you should know, the palaces dedicated to the Heavenly Emperor are starting to be built in the Immortal Dynasty lands.

Do you want to establish some kind of doctrine?

Or just keep it to the palaces?”

“Just the palaces will do; no need for any doctrine.”

“Should Hou Tu be enshrined?”

“Not for now,” said Li Ping’an seriously.

“The power of incense and merit will become increasingly significant in the future.

When the Witch Clan has truly made significant contributions, then we can invite the Ancestral Witch Hou Tu to the palaces.”

“Alright then!”

Li Dazhi slapped his thigh and stood up: “You continue resting; I’ll keep running errands for my son.”

Li Ping’an smiled comfortably: “Thank you, father!”

“Not even a bit of salary given, you’re the real capitalist!”

Li Dazhi cursed laughingly and his slightly plump figure floated away.

Li Ping’an clenched his fist.

Having paid respects to Taiqing, he felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

Next would be…

Hm?

Li Ping’an exclaimed softly as his consciousness probed into the shimmering light floating at his spiritual platform and took a closer look.

The overall calamity remained unchanged;

The White-robed Celestial Emperor was chained, the headless Xingtian advanced with an axe, with visions of doomsday scattered around.

But at the topmost layer of this tableau, a faint shadow of the Tai Chi Diagram was added.

Li Ping’an looked a few more times.

As Xingtian’s axe fell again, ‘Li Ping’an’s’ head was thrown into the air, yet the Tai Chi Diagram remained unchanged.

What does this mean?