Immortal Father
Chapter 830 - 830 290 Chiyou's Corpse Viewing Festival【Three Updates】_2

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With two days left until the Reveal of Chiyou’s Remnants exhibition, Li Ping’an bid farewell to Ningning Mu and requested his master to leave seclusion and join him, also inviting Heavenly Immortal Huanglong and Mother Gui Ling, who were waiting at the Holy Mother Palace.

Zi Yao Xianzi was also supposed to come with Qing Su.

She even thoughtfully concocted a reason, “Zi Yao wants to get closer to the Heavenly Emperor to better learn from His excellency’s virtuous conduct.”

Li Ping’an almost agreed right there and then, but the Holy Mother intervened just in time,

“Zi Yao, have you finished those classics yet?

You can’t leave this place until you finish them.

You also need to write reflections on each book for me to personally check later.”

Zi Yao clenched her embroidered fist for a moment.

Li Ping’an almost laughed out loud.

Indeed, the only ones who can manage great female powers are even more formidable great female powers.

They left the palace of the Holy Mother and rode the clouds towards the East Sea.

Heavenly Immortal Huanglong was slightly absent-minded, looking up at the sky as if troubled; Mother Gui Ling sat cross-legged behind Li Ping’an, fiddling with a small piece modeled after a mortise and tenon joint.

Qing Su was still as detached and taciturn as ever, merely sitting by and meditating silently.

Before long, Heavenly Immortal Huanglong, feeling somewhat sheepish, glanced at the two female Immortals nearby and moved closer to Li Ping’an to whisper:

“Um, Ping’an?”

Jie Sect’s little loudspeaker—Guilingling immediately perked up her ears.

Li Ping’an put away the scripture in his hands and responded, “What is it, Uncle Master?

Is there something troubling you?”

“Oh, it’s a bit embarrassing.”

Heavenly Immortal Huanglong whispered:

“Ping’an, as you know, this poor Daoist has been unlucky.

Although working for the Heavenly Court has improved my fortune quite a bit, it’s still somewhat…

sparse.

“You understand what I mean, right?

“I do,” Li Ping’an said solemnly, “Heavenly Dao’s virtue isn’t something you can just ask for.

If there’s a chance to earn some later, I’ll definitely think of my two Uncle Masters first.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Heavenly Immortal Huanglong moved even closer to Li Ping’an.

“I heard people say, finding a Daoist partner, or marrying according to ancient rituals, could use the partner’s fortune to boost my own fortune?”

Li Ping’an thought for a moment and said seriously, “There are indeed such beliefs, but Uncle Master, you are from the Dragon Clan.

Such fortune might be too much for an ordinary woman to bear.”

Heavenly Immortal Huanglong paused, then muttered, “I wonder if the Xianzi from the Jie Sect could bear it.”

“Who?”

“That’s…

cough, not it!”

Heavenly Immortal Huanglong became somewhat flustered and quickly said,

“This poor Daoist was just supposing, just a supposition!

I really didn’t mean it that way!

We’ve only met once; we’re not even familiar with each other!

And also, you have to ask if she’s willing.”

Li Ping’an’s forehead was filled with black lines.

Goodness, how long had Uncle Master been thinking about this?

No intense interrogation needed, all came spilling out the moment he opened his mouth.

An elderly dragon feeling the stirrings of spring?

Li Ping’an glanced at Guilingling behind him.

Guilingling instantly straightened up, looked up at the sky, and casually whistled tunelessly.

“Uncle Master,” Li Ping’an tugged at Huanglong and whispered, “There’s someone nearby whose cultivation is higher than yours who might have overheard our conversation.

Let me help you find out more about Shiji.

Knowing whether she has a Daoist partner or had one in the past is quite important.”

“Yes, yes, Ping’an, your considerations are thorough.”

Heavenly Immortal Huanglong, worried, glanced at Guiling and asked quietly,

“Should I talk to Gui Ling, asking her not to spread the word?

“I’m just a bit interested, and if rumors spread causing the Daoist partner to worry, that would be a serious mistake on my part.”

“It’s fine to mention it to Uncle Master Gui Ling.

She’s reasonable and understanding.”

Li Ping’an pondered for a moment.

Heavenly Immortal Huanglong had taken a liking to Mother Shiji.

One with negative fortune, liking one whose fortune was nearly zero.

It was hard to tell whether this was truly a match made in heaven or some peculiar affinity between the two Immortals.

Oh well, Huanglong Uncle Master has helped him quite a lot, and it was only right to help him out.

After all, it wasn’t a big deal—just finding a reliable Immortal from the Jie Sect to inquire a bit.

He told Heavenly Immortal Huanglong,

“Uncle Master, I’ll get some virtue points sorted for you later, don’t hesitate to use them or look for some Spiritual Treasure that can stabilize fortune, and infuse them with your fortune.

“The many from the Ocean Race whom the Dragon Clan has sent, …, will be transferred to the Misty Realm.

“Once the exhibition in the East Sea concludes, I’ll need the tired Uncle Master to make a trip to Misty Realm.”

“That’s a fantastic task, fantastic,” Heavenly Immortal Huanglong was quite delighted, “Just call me whenever we’re departing.”

“Alright!”

Li Ping’an nodded and resumed perusing his scripture.

Moments later, as their cloud entered the East Sea border, it was unclear what Heavenly Immortal Huanglong whispered to Guiling, but her eyes widened, mouth agape, as she exclaimed,

“What!

You’ve taken a liking to Sister Shiji!”

“Hey!

Why are you shouting!”

Heavenly Immortal Huanglong called out, “This poor Daoist just harbored a little, tiny bit of that thought!”

Now, even Qing Su couldn’t help but glance over, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Guilingling slightly curled the corners of her mouth, “Tsk, then you should at least tidy yourself up a bit, not necessarily into a young man’s image, but at least into a middle-aged Daoist’s appearance!”

“It’s like they say, the countenance is formed by the heart.”

“Alright,” Guilingling huffed, “I’ll go and ask for you, but I can’t guarantee the outcome.”

With that, she took out a Jade Talisman, wrote a quick message, and casually threw it out.

The Jade Talisman transformed into a streak of light and flew southward.

Heavenly Immortal Huanglong bowed in thanks, sighed softly, and after sitting back on the cloud, took out a Precious Mirror, starting to figure out how to restore a middle-aged appearance.