Immortal Father
Chapter 860 - 860 300 An Ordinary Spring Part 3 of 3

860: Chapter 300: An Ordinary Spring, Part 3 of 3 860: Chapter 300: An Ordinary Spring, Part 3 of 3 Li Dazhi asked, “Have they considered the matter of the Western Sect’s Dao Soldiers?”

“They’ve considered it,” Wen Rou said, “Accompanying the alliance decree, there was also a method for simple battle formations.

Considering the special nature of the Casting Cloud Sect, they will be transferred to guard the coasts of the East Sea.”

Li Dazhi spoke in a serious tone, “With a group of impassioned Immortals within our sect, such arrangements might make them discontented.

Even if they reduce our quota, they should give us some opportunities to go to the front lines.”

“This…”

Wen Rou thought carefully, then whispered softly, “Then I will send a message to my father right away, otherwise the order and all will have to be sent to the Messenger Hall.”

She hurriedly left the building.

Li Dazhi watched her charming and graceful figure leave, feeling a mix of emotions.

He gestured for a summoned Female Immortal steward who was standing by.

“Get the Eastern City Annex Garden cleaned up and make it cozy, and send a message to the lady that I will be meeting friends tonight.”

“Yes, Sect Leader, don’t worry, I will take care of it right away.”

After all, it was just a mundane third renewal of spring for the father of the Heavenly Emperor; no one around him would make a fuss over such a trifle.

…

Meanwhile,

At Li Ping’an’s residence, the Dao Charm of the Red Embroidered Ball receded on its own.

He stretched lazily as he stood up, turned around to glance at Ningning Mu, who was deep in sleep on the bed, and casually cast a few more layers of energy barriers to conceal the captivating scene on the bed.

“Ningning, you rest first.

Immortal Huanglong is waiting for me in the study.”

Ningning Mu murmured sleepily, “Brother, you go on.

I’ll get up and dress you…

Ah, I feel so tired.

I still need to get up and cultivate…”

“Go back to sleep.

Cultivation can wait after this nap.”

Li Ping’an playfully pinched her slender waist, which was devoid of any excess flesh and as smooth as silk.

Fortunately, His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor knew restraint and the importance of “proper business.”

He dressed lightly and went to the study, just in time to meet Immortal Huanglong, who had just returned from the Misty Realm.

“Uncle, are you tired?”

Li Ping’an asked with concern, “You look so listless.”

“Ah, don’t mention it!

A pile of vexing issues!”

Immortal Huanglong waved his hand, mustering his energy, and spoke in a gentle voice,

“Let’s talk about the matters here first.

I’ve delivered the Immortals and the Ocean Race.

This is the receipt from Wang Shan.”

Li Ping’an took the Jade Talisman and smiled, “That’s quite formal.”

“Of course,” laughed Immortal Huanglong, “Those newly selected Immortal officials have all been arranged by Wang Shan properly.

This guy is a talent.

Oh right, this is a personal letter from Immortal Houtu to you, and I haven’t read it, mind you!”

“Hm?”

Li Ping’an took the Jade Talisman, his eyes wide in surprise at the script before him.

Taoist Hongjun had appeared!

Taoist Hongjun had gone to meet Houtu!

Li Ping’an frowned as he read through the content inside the Jade Talisman.

When he reached the last word, the Jade Talisman exploded with a ping.

“What happened?” Immortal Huanglong inquired curiously.

Zi Yao Xianzi, who just happened to be carrying soup outside the window, also caught sight of this scene.

Li Ping’an’s body sank into his chair, and as his gaze flitted towards Zi Yao Xianzi, a thought crossed his mind, and he spoke quietly,

“Taoist Hongjun had previously gone to the Misty Realm.”

Then he didn’t elaborate further, turning instead to say,

“Immortal Houtu reminded me, the Heavenly Dao is not ordinary.

The part of the Heavenly Dao that father and I have encountered seems to be only a fragment of it.

With the Skycutter Great Array in Southern Continent, there is another Heavenly Dao that does not communicate with the outside world.

Since the Heavenly Dao has no sentience, only rules, this situation seems more plausible.

“A region’s Heavenly Dao represents the will of the most extensive living beings in that region.

“However, what does Immortal Houtu mean by saying that the Heavenly Dao is divided into internal and external?”

Zi Yao Xianzi, carrying the tray, had already entered the barrier of the study and came in through the door, speaking softly, “Because of Emperor Jun’s past attempt to seal off the Heavenly Dao, there’s a small portion of the ancient Heavenly Dao still operating independently.

Your Majesty must have seen it.”

“Mo Linyuan?”

“Correct,” Zi Yao Xianzi set down the soup on the side and spoke gently, “Your Majesty need not worry.

As long as you establish the Heavenly Court and seize control of the Heavenly Dao, the internal Heavenly Dao can be easily broken.

The divine court in Southern Continent, however, is more complicated.”

Immortal Huanglong furrowed his brows and said, “Young lady, you’re so young yet so confident.

What’s your cultivation level to be making reckless comments about the Heavenly Dao here?”

Zi Yao Xianzi blinked her eyes.

Li Ping’an looked to the side, barely suppressing a laugh.

The night was indeed lively.

Just as Li Ping’an was about to introduce Immortal Huanglong to Zi Yao Xianzi and her origin, another disturbance in the cosmos echoed from outside the courtyard—Fenghou, the Divine Consort, had arrived.

In such circumstances, it was not entirely appropriate to call her the Divine Consort.

‘She is but an exclusive high-level messenger for the Human Emperor and the Holy Mother.’

A wry smile crossed Fenghou’s lips as she stepped forward to knock on the door.