Immortal Father
Chapter 905 - 905 316 Massacre!

905: Chapter 316: Massacre!

[Vote for Monthly Pass] 905: Chapter 316: Massacre!

[Vote for Monthly Pass] The day after Li Ping’an left his main terrestrial abode.

Humming a tune, Li Dazhi arrived with two good-looking young women, alighting upon clouds into the courtyard of Li Ping’an.

He ordered the two maids to go to the back courtyard’s chambers to settle themselves, and henceforth to diligently clean and not let weeds overrun the yard by the time Li Ping’an and others returned.

The two maids bowed in acknowledgment and quickly went to the back courtyard.

Li Dazhi didn’t bother with more details, as he had already issued his orders to these maids long ago, and had checked their backgrounds—they were only here to guard the door and watch over the courtyard.

Following that, Li Dazhi executed the cloud-stepping technique and descended into the underground Incense Hall.

To one side in the underground great hall, the Xu father and son were busy hammering and tinkering, wholly engrossed in improving the Self-moving Immortal Armor, next to which stood the divine statue of Heavenly Emperor Li Ping’an.

This was the essence of not forgetting the well-digger when drinking water.

The proprietors of the Self-moving Immortal Armor patents were Li Ping’an; these two dared not purloin it.

Li Dazhi peeked in but didn’t bother with pleasantries, focusing instead on his significant undertakings.

“Getting up early with nothing to do, I came to offer incense to the deities,”

muttered Li Dazhi, then reverently paid respects to the Three Pure Ones, the Four Heavenly Kings, and when he reached the portrait of Taoist Hongjun, he respectfully bowed.

He said, “Master, please don’t blame your disciple for frequent incense offerings, it’s in memory of your teachings.

And don’t fault the slowness either, disciple is also digesting the essence of your preachings…

Eh?”

Holding three long sticks of incense in hand, Li Dazhi, noticing the portrait of Hongjun beginning to waver, couldn’t help but crane his neck.

What’s going on?

Why is this portrait sprouting a transparent palm…

“Let’s talk it out, Master!”

Slap!

The transparent palm struck Li Dazhi to the ground, and a cold snort from Taoist Hongjun echoed by his ear.

Afterward, the portrait returned to calm, and a cloud obscured the face of the Taoist in the painting.

Yet this scene was fully witnessed by…

Above the Ninth Heaven, in the Taiqing hermitage.

The Tongtian Sect Leader had his forehead lined with frustration, muttering, “Master didn’t destroy the portrait but gave him a slap instead?”

“There must be schemes from our teacher at play here,”

commented Yuanshi Tianzun in a tranquil voice.

The Tongtian Sect Leader asked, “Elder brother, could the opportunity for sanctification lie with Li Dazhi?”

“Not yet,” said Taiqing Laozi in a pacifying tone, “merely watch him get smacked.”

The scene on the Tai Chi Diagram instantly transformed into an expanse in the Void, where Li Ping’an and Mother Gui Ling were lying at the edge of an invisible bubble, both projecting Divine Skills to shrink to the size of rice grains.

This was a type of Dharma Form Divine Skill that Li Ping’an had spontaneously learned and comprehended on the road.

Generally speaking, the Dharma Form Divine Skill was used to enlarge one’s Dao Body, but Li Ping’an felt…

using it in reverse provided a much broader range of application.

Such as emulating the Monkey King wreaking havoc inside the belly of demons.

At this moment, they were outside the concealed and hidden Heaven and Earth Array.

Li Ping’an said, “Auntie Gui Ling, hold back from taking direct action later.

Our goal is to absorb the incense merits from this place; I have already sensed that there are a few formidable existences inside.”

“What kind of powerful beings?

Do we need to call others?”

Guilingling asked in a crisp voice:

“My teacher said that if you need assistance, I can immediately prick my palm, and he’ll rush over.”

“Can the Sect Leader be rashly disturbed?”

Li Ping’an sighed:

“We’ll first resolve our issues ourselves, calling on great-uncle only if we cannot handle them.

Besides, great-uncle is likely watching over the Western Sect now.

“Stick close to me, Auntie.”

Li Ping’an took out the Cangyue Bead, and the Artifact Spirit of the bead flickered faintly, creating an opening in the invisible bubble, revealing a peaceful realm within.

The two rice grain-sized figures darted into it, and the gap closed by itself, leaving no trace in the Void.

“So many living beings.”

Guilingling’s Immortal Consciousness enveloped the entire mini-realm.

Li Ping’an slightly raised his eyebrows, whispering, “We’ve come to the right place.

I’ve detected three Western Sect disciples I previously marked, hiding to the northwest.”

“Hmm?” Guilingling inquired, “Who are they?”

“I’m not sure on specifics.

With a calculation using the Heavenly Dao…

two are disciples of Zhunti, one is an initiate disciple of Jie Yin, one Da Luo and two Taiyi, though the Da Luo Golden Immortal seems to have some embellishment, apparently bolstered by the Path of Incense.”

Li Ping’an’s eyes narrowed slightly, a chill gleaming within.

Guilingling drew the Immortal Sword with icy determination on her face.

“No need to rush.

Let’s first explore this place,” suggested Li Ping’an, “there are many living beings here, so be careful not to cause accidental harm.”

Luo Xuejing’s voice soon joined in, offering an introduction to the situation of this little realm.

This small world was referred to as ‘Dongjia 6,’ likely a code designated by the Western Sect.

The entire realm was pieced together from three chunks of land from the ancient Desolate Era, connected by a few bridges made of Great Magical Power.

Luo Xuejing reported swiftly:

“Preliminary exploration shows thirty million living beings in this world, but neither the native Spiritual Energy nor agricultural initiatives are sufficient to sustain such a populace, thus starvation is rampant.

“Dongjia 6 is under the full control of the Western Sect, and over two hundred demonic Qi traces have been identified.

With over ten thousand temples, each one venerates the spurious deity named ‘Flute Goddess,’ akin to Tian Hu, the grand deity of the previously encountered Misty Realm, both deceptions designed to harvest incense merits.

“The difference from the original Misty Realm is that here, temples directly govern the land, and it’s considered an honor for commoners to farm for the temples and to become monks within.”

Li Ping’an raised his hand to interrupt Luo Xuejing’s report, saying in a calm voice: “Let’s go down and take a look.”

“Yes.”

Immediately, the two rice grain-sized figures silently descended towards an adjacent temple.

The temple was situated atop mountains, adorned with grand halls and palatial structures;