Immortal Father
Chapter 747 - 747 261 The Sect of Immortals Arrives!

747: Chapter 261: The Sect of Immortals Arrives!

Ping’an Comes Knocking!

747: Chapter 261: The Sect of Immortals Arrives!

Ping’an Comes Knocking!

Sworn enemies meet, with extra malice in their eyes.

Li Ping’an gritted his teeth and called out, and Guilingling immediately drew the Zhu Xian Sword and its accompanying smaller sword, her clever large eyes scanning the surroundings.

“Where is the enemy?”

Li Ping’an pointed in a direction, and Guilingling let out a soft gasp.

Li Ping’an hurriedly said, “Don’t directly probe with your spiritual sense, a general sense is enough, probing with spiritual sense can easily trigger a counter-probing formation barrier.”

Guilingling blinked gently, whispering, “There’s the Dao Charm of a Daluo Golden Immortal!

And a group of Golden Immortal fiends!

So many creatures, but the creatures don’t have much spiritual energy left.”

“Lock onto that Daluo Golden Immortal!”

Li Ping’an spoke firmly,

“If the Heavenly Dao’s sensing is not wrong, he should be the one who previously sneak-attacked the Wanyun Sect and whom I marked with the power of Heavenly Dao, the Daoist Qia Feng who caused chaos among the Witch Clan in the Northern Continent.

“The fifth disciple of the Western Great Sect Leader!”

Qing Su muttered, “No wonder the disciple suddenly changed his mind, it would be more important to eliminate him than those fiends.”

Guilingling murmured softly, “But…”

Luo Xuejing transmitted her voice as well, “Your Majesty, why don’t we focus on this fifth disciple first?

Our previous arrangements were all centered around the Sky Amber Monastery’s Gathering of a Thousand Immortals.

At that time, these fiends will gather together, which will be convenient for us to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

That Daluo Golden Immortal might have come to escort and protect the event.”

“What Elder Luo says makes sense.”

The battle-hardened Feng Zhansiang quickly analyzed,

“Unless our Daluo Golden Immortal can kill this Daluo instantly, we should ambush from all sides to delay the other Golden Immortal fiends escaping, also taking into account the speed of the enemy’s reinforcements.

“The Western Sect has operated beyond the heavens for many years; the opponent might initiate a frenzied counterattack.

“There are many living beings here, most of them are mortals, although…

the mortals here are kept by fiends, they are also of the Human Race.

If a great war breaks out, they might be devoured by the fiends to heal wounds and fill their bellies, so please Your Majesty reconsider.

“I think, we can keep a close eye on this Daluo Golden Immortal, if he intends to leave early, we’ll ignore the rest and strike him down and leave.

The value of killing the opponent’s Daluo Golden Immortal outweighs everything else, even if it means countless deaths and injuries.

“If the opponent doesn’t leave, but waits for the Gathering of a Thousand Immortals to commence, then we can make full preparations, exterminate the fiends here, and protect the mortals of this land!”

Li Ping’an pondered for a moment.

He wasn’t one to act rashly in the heat of the moment, and as Feng Zhansiang advised, he also realized the many issues at hand.

The Misty Realm is a fine ‘base’, and although the local mortals and creatures of the Hundred Tribes are unenlightened and without guidance, they are indeed living beings.

“Then let’s follow Zhansiang’s words!”

Li Ping’an said seriously,

“May I ask Uncle-Master to keep a close eye on Daoist Qia Feng, and strike as soon as he intends to leave…

“Also, please contact Wang Shan and Uncle-Master Huanglong in advance, ensuring that when they arrive here, they mustn’t reveal their whereabouts.

“Hmm?

Uncle-Master, what are you muttering?”

From his sleeve, the ‘hand-held young maiden’ Guilingling, who was now just three inches tall, was sitting duck-style, muttering to her blushing right index finger which had a needle-sized wound oozing a drop of immortal blood.

She then called to the blood as if chanting a spell:

“Master, master, quickly come, your disciple is gravely injured and needs a rest.

“Master, master, quickly come, your disciple is about to pass on.

“Master, master, quickly come, Zhunti is probably 80% here.

“Master, master, quickly come, the Heavenly Emperor is about to become food on the plate.

Li Ping’an:…

The immortal companions beside him:…

“Uncle-Master?” Li Ping’an whispered, “What does this spell of yours mean?”

The smaller Guilingling blinked and muttered, “We are about to kill a disciple of Zhunti, and Zhunti certainly won’t stand for it, if Zhunti attacks, without my master’s protection, wouldn’t we all be doomed!”

Qing Su made a light ‘oh’ sound, “That’s reasonable.”

“Yes!”

Li Ping’an felt darkness closing in on his eyes.

What’s reasonable about that?

Is the Sect Leader so easy to summon?

Especially the Tongtian Sect Leader, the god of slaughter equipped with two sets of treasures for attack!

Ever heard of ‘the boy who cried wolf’?

Constantly summoning the Sect Leader for no good reason, when a real crisis emerges and the Sect Leader thinks it’s a false alarm and doesn’t show up, then won’t we be in trouble!

“Can you cancel this spell or not?”

Before Li Ping’an could finish speaking, he was abruptly cut off.

For no other reason than a large hand suddenly pressing on the back of Li Ping’an’s neck, grabbing his collar, as visions of flickering light and shifting landscapes passed before him, he found himself the next moment in a valley with no trace of life or fluctuations of Qi and Kun around him.

In front of him, a transparent film emerged, completely isolating a ten-zhang area from the outside world.

Close to Li Ping’an’s ear, he heard the sounds of throat-clearing and that gentle, clear young voice…

“Where are those two Sect Leaders?

Good job, little turtle!

How dare you make fun of your master!”

Li Ping’an turned his head to look:

The young Sect Leader arrived brandishing a sword, a sword named Green Duckweed always slaying gods.

Wearing a dark robe with twin fluttering ribbons, stepping on the company of seven saints, his aura returning to purity.

Zhu Xian Sword Formation harbors killing intent, Pangu’s Primordial Spirit as the predecessor.

If you ask the true meaning of this sect, it’s to sever heaven, Dao, and the dust of immortals!

Behind him, this young Daoist, who could be none other than the Tongtian Sect Leader!

This!

Though Li Ping’an didn’t want to curse the Great Sect Leader in his heart;

But this!

He really came just at the call!

To love a disciple does not have to be like this!

“Master——”

Guilingling called out with ‘sincere and urgent’ cries, the little person flew out from Li Ping’an’s sleeve, her figure gradually shrinking, rushing towards the Tongtian Sect Leader.

The Sect Leader’s complexion visibly darkened, he raised his treasure sword with the scabbard over Guilingling’s head, giving her a knock.

Guilingling yelped and collapsed onto the grass with a pout.