Immortal Father
Chapter 754 - 754 263 Having Seen the True Form Why Not Kneel

754: Chapter 263: Having Seen the True Form, Why Not Kneel?

[Third Update]_2 754: Chapter 263: Having Seen the True Form, Why Not Kneel?

[Third Update]_2 The elderly Daoist’s Primordial Spirit slowly opened his eyes, trembling several times, and then put on a mournful face to beg for mercy.

Li Ping’an glanced at the chaotic mountain gate in front of the main hall and the crowd outside screaming incessantly, and he laughed,

“Golden Light Uncle-Master, make this elder Daoist calm the mortals here, so as not to cause any disturbance.”

“As for what to say, this elder Daoist can make it up himself.”

“Mm, okay.”

The Golden Light Holy Mother’s voice was soft as she agreed, taking the elder Daoist’s Primordial Spirit and dragging his battered Dao Body towards the main hall ahead.

Li Ping’an raised his hand to rub his temples.

Why did he feel that the female immortals of the Jie Sect were all quite fierce?

Guiling muttered softly, “Golden Light Junior Sister was so fierce just now, she’s usually not like this.”

“It’s good to be a bit fierce to enemies.”

Li Ping’an smiled and asked,

“Guiling Uncle-Master, among those of your sect members who came today, who is good at interrogation?”

Guiling tilted his head in thought, “This…

let me think, Stone Crag seems to be quite skilled in interrogation, she has a white bone whip made from a dragon’s spine, and it looks very painful when hitting people!”

“Please send a message asking Stone Crag Master to come back.”

Li Ping’an spoke softly and then seemed somewhat distracted, as memories concerning Stone Crag Goddess surfaced in his mind.

He remembered that when he was a child watching cartoons, Stone Crag Goddess was the major antagonist in them;

Latter, when he attended school and read the “Investiture of the Gods,” Stone Crag Goddess seemed to have done nothing wrong—it was just that her name was listed on the Investiture of the Gods, and she was caught up in the calamity of fate and was ultimately killed directly by Immortal Taiyi and his disciple Nezha, who took the initiative.

Li Ping’an thought it over carefully.

This matched up, didn’t it?

Immortal Taiyi wasn’t just known for his snarky remarks; he was also a fierce competitor in Magical Combat, with a smooth and well-practiced maneuver set that he used to beat Immortal Qia Feng in the witches’ domain.

If you spoke of taking the initiative, it would definitely fit Immortal Taiyi’s character.

“Ah— I’ll talk!

I’ll talk!”

An abrupt cry of agony snapped Li Ping’an back to reality.

Turning his head, he saw…

Stone Crag Goddess, dressed in a long dress resembling a high-slit cheongsam, with her left foot pressing on the back of a bound demon in human form, holding a white bone whip in her hand, her lips curling with a ‘comfortable’ smile.

She rhythmically whipped the demon below, and with each strike, the demon would let out a pitiful scream, and its back and buttocks would burst open, blood and flesh flying…

“Talk?

It’s too early, can fellow Daoist endure a little longer?”

Crack!

The bone whip struck again, evoking another howl from the demon.

“Fellow Daoist, your cries are quite pleasing to me…

Hmm…

recite the names of all the Human Race you’ve eaten, and for every name you miss, I shall add another lash, hehehe.”

Li Ping’an couldn’t help but place his hand on his forehead.

This big sister really did resemble a villain!

Was he really supposed to bestow Heavenly Dao merit to this ‘queen’ later?

Could the Heavenly Dao mistake his intentions for some kind of unsavory penchant?

Qing Su, with his hands clasped behind his back, walked over and softly said, “Should we notify them to come earlier?”

“Yes, let Wang Shan and the others rush over now.”

Li Ping’an looked up in the sky,

“Master, protect me during my cultivation retreat.

There is much incense merit here, and I want to see if I can make use of it.”

“Alright,” Qing Su consented, arranging a cloud beneath their feet.

Li Ping’an closed his eyes to meditate, controlling the cloud to rise slowly, stopping just beneath the faint red merit cloud that only he could see, quietly contemplating and pondering.

Qing Su made a simple cloud stool and sat on it, spacing out for a bit.

He took out a special Jade Talisman, inscribed it with a row of small characters, and then crushed it to release the Spiritual Power contained within.

She had written [Come quickly to the Misty Realm].

The main point was simple.

Beneath them, agonizing screams continued to echo, and Qing Su took out several packs of spirit beast jerky, nibbling on them bit by bit.

Luo Xuejing and four trusted aides were clearing out various places, contributing their share to the Heavenly Court’s accumulation of treasures.

Guilingling was strolling around amongst these mortal realms; Qing Su actually wanted to join too.

High above, the Tongtian Sect Leader was meditating in peace, also caught in a bit of a dilemma.

‘Why haven’t Jie Yin and Zhunti come?’

‘Strange, did my disciple die for nothing?

My fifth disciple should be a Direct Disciple, isn’t it the same as Zhao Gongming and the Sanxiao, considered external because they followed the Dao on their initial apprenticeship?

But the main external disciple is also a Direct Disciple, aren’t these relationships akin to those of parent and child?

That’s true, Guilingling may be a bit dull but is cute and lovable, so treating her as a daughter is no problem, but that Immortal Qia Feng has quite an ugly appearance.’

‘Speaking of which, among the ten or so individuals I’ve captured, all died miserable deaths during the great disaster seen in the Tai Chi Diagram, and their karmic obstructions aren’t so severe.

Can the merit of the Heavenly Dao really alleviate their karmic obstructions?’

The Twelve-tiered Golden Lotus seems to be able to suppress karma and destiny.

If Ping’an can bring down the Western Sect, and I snatch away Zhunti’s Twelve-tiered Golden Lotus, wouldn’t that be settled?’

‘But no, how can This Poor Daoist perform such strong-arm robbery?’

‘It should be said that the Twelve-tiered Golden Lotus is fated for my Green Duckweed Sword.’

The Tongtian Sect Leader raised an eyebrow.

He was neither hasty nor agitated, continuing to wait it out.

…

About two hours later.

A Cloud Boat left the main world of the Desolate Era, speeding towards the direction of the Misty Realm.

Huanglong Immortal sat at the bow of the Cloud Boat, his hands joined as if grasping a sword, making a shadow of a Golden Dragon envelop the entire Cloud Boat, successively increasing the speed of the boat’s travel.

In this way, they could reach the Misty Realm in about fifteen hours.

Behind Huanglong Immortal, seven Golden Armored Generals, four men and three women, were seated in meditation; their hands stacked in front of them held Pagodas filled with divine soldiers, bobbing up and down.

Inside the cabin, Wang Shan was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.