Immortal Father
Chapter 840 - 840 294 The White Tiger Transforms The Merit Leaderboard!

840: Chapter 294: The White Tiger Transforms, The Merit Leaderboard!

840: Chapter 294: The White Tiger Transforms, The Merit Leaderboard!

“Ah, hiss!

To get so drunk even with cheating.”

At the Spirit Platform, Li Ping’an’s little Primordial Spirit man slowly opened his eyes, feeling a bit hollow and unable to muster any strength in his body, especially the back of his neck, which hurt particularly bad.

Memories of last night flowed like water;

Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit stared up at the Golden Cloud, momentarily at a loss for words.

Honestly, drinking with Xuanyuan Huangdi was indeed a test of endurance.

Their drinking session could be divided into three stages.

In the first stage, they claimed they hadn’t drunk much, and discussed the grand schemes of heaven and earth with all seriousness.

In the second stage, they cursed the Western Sect and the ancient demons, condemning their inhumanity and made bold proclamations.

At that time, Li Ping’an was actually not drunk yet, and his bold statements were very cautious to avoid attracting any major karmic retribution.

For example, he intended to gradually develop the Misty Realm, slowly swallowing up the numerous smaller heavens on its outskirts while casually probing the strength of the Western Sect to see if they really did have that many Dao Soldiers.

The bold proclamations of Xuanyuan Huangdi were a lot more complicated.

He first railed against the strong who ignored the weak, exclaiming with arms raised:

“There’s no justice in this world!

Ping’an, I can tell you, there’s no Dao!

No principle!”

“Did they ask for my consent before severing my four legs?

No need for my consent; they just pinned me down, turned my shell over, and chopped off my legs, refining them too!”

“At that time, I had nowhere to cry because they said killing me would save more lives.

Humans are not only strong, they also monopolize righteousness.”

“To hell with their righteousness!”

Then, gradually, he began lamenting the plight of the Human Race, his eyes filled with confusion, muttering under his breath:

“But they chopped them off, holding up the heavens.

If the sky were to fall, we’d all be dead, I accept that.”

“But tell me, these Great Sects scheme against each other, do they really not care about the beings below?

I mean, the sentient ones, who can recognize me as theirs, my beings…

Are the Sect Hierarchs and their Disciples too powerful, sitting up too high, so they can’t see what’s below them?”

“Do you know what my master said to me?

He told me to prioritize the bigger picture.

I asked him, ‘Master, what is your bigger picture?

Is it the Chan Teaching?'”

“Master said the myriad spirits of heaven and earth are the bigger picture.

If only the Human Race remains in the world, wouldn’t it be a case of humans killing each other?”

“But this doesn’t make sense.

When did I ever say we should exterminate the Hundred Clans?

We’ve always been calling for…

the removal of karmic obstacles, the elimination of ancient demons, weren’t they criminals who banded together to attack us in ancient times?

Ping’an, when did I ever speak of genocide?

Now, in the East Continent, there are many uninhabited mountains inhabited by spirits and little monsters, and in the seas, there are scattered aquatic races.

Have we ever exterminated them?”

“They are simply afraid of the Chan Teaching!

Afraid of Tongtian!

Afraid of the Jie Sect!

In their minds, they are always thinking about balance, balance.”

“To hell with their balance!”

Li Ping’an didn’t know how to console him.

It was ultimately a matter of them being less powerful.

By the third stage, Li Ping’an’s memories started to get a bit blurry, but thankfully they were coherent.

He and Xuanyuan Huangdi sang at the top of their lungs.

Xuanyuan Huangdi sang an ancient country’s popular love song, with simple lyrics and a melodious tune.

Li Ping’an sang “A Laugh in the Sea: A Poetic Recitation,” which was quite magnificent and not confined to romantic love.

Then…

Then Li Ping’an saw Xuanyuan Huangdi lying on the stairs, sound asleep, still cursing in his sleep about the shamelessness of the West, the unrighteousness of demons, and how tired his waist was.

Li Ping’an sighed, sat there and chuckled a few times, propped his chin with his hand and gazed at the profound and gloomy great hall.

He suddenly shouted:

“Heaven surely made me for a purpose!

A fortune spent can be earned again!”

“We come to this world to create value, not to create value for others!”

“The mountain need not be high; if it hosts immortals, it is magical!

The water need not be deep; as long as it harbors fish, it is enough!”

“Bring me my Fangtian halberd, I shall warm the wine and behead Zhunti!”

“Burp!

If only Heavenly Dao were a beautiful girl, like Changning Ning or similar to my master, it would be so much easier to communicate; at least I wouldn’t be offended.”

“Master is getting more and more beautiful, hehehe…”

Bang!

A flash of white dashed into the hall and knocked him unconscious, hitting him right in the neck, a burst of immortal power striking his little Primordial Spirit.

And then…

It’s now.

Li Ping’an’s little Primordial Spirit lay there, quietly, eyes slightly out of focus.

Soon, two patches of red appeared on his Primordial Spirit’s face and he cracked a smile.

Let’s pretend this never happened!

He spread his Immortal Consciousness and found that the environment he was in was quite familiar…

wasn’t this the study in the residence of Dong’an City?

Li Ping’an rose from the makeshift bed formed by several chairs, took an elixir pill to sober up, and quickly regained his clarity.

A window nearby was half open.

Looking up, he saw the Xing He brothers quietly meditating in the pavilion and also sensed Qing Su, Guilingling, and the Holy Mother of the Jie Sect within the city.

They were strolling and eating, each using a simple concealment spell, making commoners and Loose Cultivators think they were three old crones.

Squeak—

Wen Ling came in with a tray of warm tea, smiling, “Little Ancestor, you’re finally awake.”

The plump White Tiger jumped into Li Ping’an’s arms in two bounds, affectionately nuzzling against his chest.

“Hmm?” Li Ping’an said indifferently, “When did I return?”

“You’ve been sleeping for seven or eight hours now.”

Wen Ling giggled, handing him the tea, and couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile.