Immortal Father
Chapter 832 - 832 291 Move!

832: Chapter 291 Move!

832: Chapter 291 Move!

Before arriving, Li Ping’an wondered what tricks his father could possibly come up with.

Upon arrival, Li Ping’an admired the kneeling statue at the center of the great formation:

There really was a trick!

Layers of formations surrounded an elegant seating area, with each step laying a trap to offer Immortal Fruit.

The entire island was enveloped by killing formations and trapping formations—three hundred seats were placed among the central coconut trees, right in front of which stood a three-foot-high stone platform, covered by a red cloth draping over a human-sized stone sculpture.

A stone sculpture?

Disguised as an old Daoist, Li Ping’an sat in a corner, curiously deploying the power of the Heavenly Dao to closely examine the sculpture.

Instantly, the red cloth became as if nonexistent.

Chiyou in a kneeling position, his buttocks embedded in the sculpture, matching in color with the rest of the figure.

The entire sculpture was painted a dark red, except for that “realistic” buttocks, with other parts also vividly rendered—flying long hair, grim and ravaged face, muscular chest, and so on.

A surge of Demonic Qi enveloped the sculpture.

This Demonic Qi meant to prove that Chiyou’s fragmented body was embedded within the statue.

The important point was…

it wore underpants.

Li Ping’an secretly gave his old father a thumbs-up.

Worthy of being Director Li, he thought of every aspect.

Displaying Chiyou’s fragmented body like this bore no indecency and spared Xuanyuan any humiliation.

A capable official of the Heavenly Court, just like Comrade Dazhi.

Li Ping’an had thought about it—wouldn’t his father be more suitable as the Heavenly Emperor?

After meticulous consideration, he concluded—

Whether his father would be happy, he wasn’t sure, but as the son of the Heavenly Emperor, he would definitely be carefree and easygoing, without so many troubles.

Of course, it was merely a way of shirking responsibility.

Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit stretched, picked up the tea on the small table next to him, took a sip, and began to discreetly observe the guests filling the seats among the coconut trees for any abnormalities.

Would those fiends from the Western Sect actually come?

At the entrance of the formation.

Li Dazhi smiled as he watched a few white clouds float in from afar.

A ripple appeared next to him, unfolding like blooming folds, through which stepped out a robust old man in a crimson long robe, his wild beard and whiskers bristling spiritedly.

It was, of course, Tianli the Elder.

“How are things over here?”

“Senior,” Li Dazhi frowned, “although the East Alliance has teleportation formations, you shouldn’t misuse them casually!

They also consume Spirit Stones!

We don’t need your help here.”

“I came to assist and that’s a mistake?”

Tianli the Elder glared at Li Dazhi and scolded:

“Don’t you recognize a good deed!

I’ve been busy all day just in case something happened to you—how would we explain to Ping’an!”

Li Dazhi chuckled, “Okay, given you’ve come all this way, I’ll reluctantly make an exception for you here.”

Tianli the Elder lifted his foot to kick, but Li Dazhi stepped to the side.

Eh, missed.

“Senior, be dignified,” Li Dazhi said, “there are many guests watching.

The guests coming here today are all esteemed Immortals of the East Continent.”

Tianli looked into the formation and wondered, “With the killing formation so blatantly displayed, will those fiends be fooled?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Stop the nonsense!”

“Fine, fine,” Li Dazhi muttered, “if it weren’t for Ping’an telling me not to advance, I might already be a Golden Immortal.

Give it another hundred or eighty years, I might be at the same realm as you, boasting everyday.”

Tianli the Elder laughed, “Then I must discipline you more while you have yet to achieve immortal perfection.”

“Save it.”

Li Dazhi shook his sleeves and looked towards the incoming guests, transmitting his voice:

“There might already be a few fiends mixed in, but just small fries.

“The formation I set up is like a direct hook with bait, no concealment.

“If the Calamity of the Western Sect is so powerful, even if we use a thousand disguises, they’d still see through the trap.

Better to lay the trap in plain sight, telling them directly: if you want Chiyou’s Demonic Body, come fill it with the lives of your fiends.

“The main objective of this exhibition is to eradicate their combat power and send Chiyou’s Demonic Body back.”

Tianli the Elder nodded, “I’m aware of that.

Minister Feng cautioned me when sending me over, as long as there’s no substantial casualty, consider it a win.”

“Minister Feng sent you over?”

Li Dazhi was surprised, “Isn’t it a chance to deal with the West?

Don’t you need to mobilize troops as the Hierarch of East Alliance?”

“It’s paused.”

Tianli the Elder sighed with his hands behind his back:

“Alas, half a day ago I received an order from Xuanyuan Palace to halt mobilization against the West, waiting for the Emperor’s command.

“They say the Emperor went personally to Chan Teaching; after returning, he ordered the halt.

It seems he wanted Chan Teaching’s support but they didn’t agree.”

Li Dazhi frowned and pondered, before sighing lightly, “What the Great Sects are thinking, nobody can be sure; I just hope it won’t affect the Human Race’s overall strategy.”

“Hopefully.”

Tianli the Elder elbowed Li Dazhi, “Guests are arriving, go and beckon them.”

“It’s redundant for you to push me.”

Li Dazhi flicked his sleeves, then approached with a smiling face and bowed hands, shouting:

“Fellow Taoists, do you have the invitations?

Oh, you’re in the front seats!

Please come in!

Be cautious during the observation, as the Demonic Qi may harm; don’t get too close!”

Observing this scene, Tianli the Elder couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Ah, if I could get him to marry my daughter, they’d live a carefree life, this guy certainly knows how to make a Stone Spirit.’

Tianli the Elder used his Immortal Consciousness to closely investigate these eight or nine men, women, and children.