Immortal Father
Chapter 839 - 839 293 Dazhi's Clever Trick_3

839: Chapter 293: Dazhi’s Clever Trick_3 839: Chapter 293: Dazhi’s Clever Trick_3 “After this list is made, won’t we have more room to maneuver?”

“The Western Sect inevitably has weaknesses; the Twelve-tiered Golden Lotus can only suppress the karma, but it cannot make it disappear out of thin air.”

“Even if we take a step back, just having this thing out, won’t we be able to stand on the moral high ground and critique the Western Sect?”

Li Ping’an gave a thumbs up, “Then keep up the good work.

I’m going to comfort the Yellow Emperor, he’s had a quarrel with the Chan Teaching.”

“Is that so, take some wine along.”

Li Dazhi fished out two small jars of fine wine from his sleeve and said solemnly:

“The Emperor is indeed under a lot of pressure.

Ping’an, you need to learn to listen too.”

“Okay,” Li Ping’an took the fine wine from his father and turned to look aside.

Immortal Huanglong and Mother Gui Ling were naturally accompanying him, as they were representatives of the Chanjie Dual Sects in the Heavenly Court; Qing Su was also there to closely protect her own disciple, and when necessary, she could transfer a lot of Spiritual Power to her disciple.

Thus, the four of them set off together, riding the clouds to the south.

Li Dazhi watched as his son walked away, his eyes filled with a touch of emotion.

“How nice, Ping’an now has so many friends.”

Tianli, an old man beside him, frowned and said, “Those are Great Powers!

Not just friends!

Each of them is at least a million years older than me!”

“Hey, senior, you are still the youngster in the world.”

Li Dazhi squinted slightly and whispered:

“What I mean is, young people like Ping’an and figures like the Human Emperor Xuanyuan, who harbor the heart of a naïve child, never think of those sinister schemes.”

“Hmm?”

Tianli, the old man, wondered:

“What are you thinking about?

Weren’t you just saying something about Heavenly Dao’s virtue, karma, and the incense list?”

“Hurry up and tell me, I truly detest the Western Sect.”

“It’s nothing much.”

Li Dazhi shook his head, glanced around, and asked softly, “Senior, could you help me get a copy of the Western Sect’s doctrine?

The more complete, the better.”

Tianli, the old man, frowned and said, “That thing is not good stuff.

What do you want it for?”

Li Dazhi muttered, “It has its uses.

Hurry up and get it!

Old man, you really talk a lot!”

“Hey now!”

“Hey!

If you scare me, I might lose my idea.”

“Alright, alright, alright, alright!”

Tianli, the old man, suppressed his anger:

“The Western Sect’s doctrine, what else?

Speak all at once, I’ll get them all for you.”

“That’s all; it’s just a small plan to see if we can split some of their followers.”

Li Dazhi sneered:

“What really matters is the list that Heavenly Dao will pull up later.

“In a few days, I’ll let you know what it means to win without glory!

And when the time comes, don’t forget to call me ‘Brother Dao Dazhi’ as a token of your respect for me!”

“Get out of here!”

Tianli, the old man, kicked out, and with a cry of “ouch,” Li Dazhi was sent flying towards the East Sea.

“You only make me mad!”

…

Half a day later.

A family feast took place in Xuanyuan Palace.

Xuanyuan Huangdi and his rarely seen legitimate wife Leizu hosted Li Ping’an and his group.

After three courses of wine and five flavors of dishes, since there were too many people, Li Ping’an didn’t get many chances to chat privately with Xuanyuan Huangdi; their conversation was mostly about significant matters of the Human Race and the development of the Heavenly Court.

After the formal banquet, Leizu invited Guilingling and Qing Su to enjoy the scenery inside Xuanyuan Palace;

Xuanyuan Huangdi took Li Ping’an to the empty Assembly Hall and began drinking sulkily on the steps.

“Did Minister Feng send you to persuade me?”

Li Ping’an honestly admitted it and took out the fine wine his father gave him as a backup drink.

“Minister Feng is worried about Your Majesty.”

“Why worry about me?

It’s just a setback.”

Xuanyuan Huangdi swigged his wine and muttered,

“I feel like you’re up to no good, wanting to see me shed tears?

Don’t be foolish, I am the pillar of the Human Race, the renowned Xuanyuan Huangdi.”

Li Ping’an smiled and said, “Then let’s keep drinking, no one is allowed to use immortal power to sober up.”

“I am a Daluo Golden Immortal!”

“I’m actually a bit distressed myself,” Li Ping’an said, “I want to get drunk.

It’s safe here.”

“Good!

Today we drink recklessly!

Let the demons and ghosts care for themselves!”

Xuanyuan Huangdi, emboldened, popped open two jars of wine and started guzzling.

Li Ping’an followed suit.

However, speaking of which, using the power of He

Heavenly Dao to sober up doesn’t really count as breaking one’s word.