Immortal Father
Chapter 937 - 937 326 Ping'an Heavenly Emperor's Little Hobby_3

937: Chapter 326 Ping’an Heavenly Emperor’s Little Hobby_3 937: Chapter 326 Ping’an Heavenly Emperor’s Little Hobby_3 Li Ping’an sent a second letter, polite in tone, formally promising the Dragon Clan that they would not be struck down by the Heavenly Dao while ‘working for the Heavenly Dao’;

He also emphasized that the matter was of immense merit, and if any dragons encountered Magical Combat, they could choose not to participate and not involve themselves in the karma of major conflicts, thus avoiding additional spiritual obstacles for themselves.

Then, Li Ping’an received a third response.

The Dragon Clan outright demanded that the Heavenly Emperor personally visit the Dragon Ancient Realm to discuss the matter, spouting things like ‘The Dragon Clan is a wise race from ancient times’ and ‘The Dragon Clan’s contribution to heaven and earth has been outstanding’, and so on.

Li Ping’an’s face darkened for several days, and he tossed the reply from the Dragon Clan aside, letting the Dragon Clan’s messenger return on their own.

He didn’t curse the dragons; his temper was already quite good.

Before this, Li Ping’an had thought that the Dragon Clan’s sky-high demands were merely about offering more merit;

He truly hadn’t expected the Dragon Clan to pull out the stance of ancient overlords, asking him to bring his wife along for a personal invitation.

Spoiling them!

In the following two years, Li Ping’an did not send any letters to the Dragon Clan.

Let everyone stretch it out as they please.

Li Ping’an had confidence.

Just let it fall apart!

Once the Six Saints returned, the Heavenly Court would merely be constrained by them, with Taiqing’s Laozi backing him up, with the support of the Tongtian Sect Leader and the Holy Mother, and with ‘half support’ from his master Yuanshi Tianzun, he would naturally have no fear of the Western Sect.

Even, Li Ping’an had envisioned the two paths laid out before him.

The first path: During the thousand years that the Six Great Masters went to become saints, he would govern with diligence, defeat various forces, build a powerful Heavenly Court, and upon the return of the Six Saints, directly suppress the Western Sect, semi-retire, and live a leisurely life of cultivation.

The second path: Just slack off, directly wait for the return of the Six Saints, with a barely alive Heavenly Court standing between heaven and earth, becoming a salted-fish Heavenly Emperor, listening to music every day, admiring Chang’e’s slender waist, drinking Jadescent Nectar, and without retiring, live a leisurely life of cultivation.

Aren’t these two paths leading to the same destination?

Of course, such talk was merely spoken out of frustration; he couldn’t truly degenerate like that.

Li Ping’an waited for two years, and then Yinglong arrived, bringing with him dozens of flood dragons powerful enough to traverse the Void.

His project of gathering small celestial territories was finally laboriously underway.

Just that several years had passed, and the first small celestial territory was about to arrive near the Misty Realm, and the Dragon Clan started to get anxious.

What the Dragon Clan was worried about now, was precisely what Li Ping’an was planning to do next—

He was preparing to distribute the merit generated from moving the small celestial territories, giving 70% to the various flood dragons, and 30% to the Dragon Clan behind them.

To give the Dragon Clan 30%, was the result of Zi Yao’s prolonged persuading.

Originally, Li Ping’an was only willing to give the Dragon Clan 10%!

Over these six years, aside from getting irritated over this matter, Li Ping’an’s mood was mostly serene.

The merit owed to the Jie Sect, Li Ping’an had already distributed most of it, and each year, he would invite the three or four dozen Jie Sect Immortals, who were the recipients of the merit, to personally visit the Misty Realm, first to eat and drink, then to distribute the merit.

The Jie Sect’s internal goodwill towards him as the Heavenly Emperor soared straight up.

Although the Chan Teaching had some minor criticisms, they did not intervene in the Heavenly Court’s distribution of merit.

Sometimes, Li Ping’an felt a bit lost.

He was certain that what he was doing at the moment was meaningful, benefiting all beings, building order step by step, changing the world with his own hands.

Li Ping’an’s confusion lay in…

He wasn’t quite sure if this was the life he wanted.

The establishment of the Great Vow was also in a moment of urgency provoked by the Western Sect;

Now that he had truly become the Heavenly Emperor, dealing with tedious matters every day, still having to cultivate diligently, and also needing to pay attention to the state of his Officials, having heart-to-heart talks with them when necessary, providing them with psychological counseling and so forth…

It was only in his sleeping quarters that Li Ping’an felt truly happy.

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“Maybe I should just be an incompetent emperor.”

Li Ping’an thought to himself, curling his lips into a smile, while images of two beautiful figures slowly rose in his mind.

To the left, a charming figure with a smile over her shoulder, her two braids swaying gently;

To the right, another figure reading a book, her lovely face adorned with a faint smile, as if she were about to speak up and ask “What’s wrong?”

Li Ping’an let out a soft sigh in his heart.

These past six years, Zi Yao appeared before him nearly every day, not only handling affairs with competence and appropriate measures but also consistently offering her warm care to him.

Although Zi Yao hadn’t forgotten the incident from six years ago, always intending to invite him for a drink alone;

This female great power, from her abilities to her charm, truly was flawless, her whole being seemed to glow…

What made things worse was that Li Ping’an realized he had developed a bit of an affection for her…

He had even comforted himself by reasoning that Zi Yao was not the Queen Mother…

“How long have I been in the Desolate Era, yet my moral bottom line is in imminent danger.”

“Hm?”

Li Ping’an felt a slight tremor in his spirit platform, and the halo of light, which he hadn’t paid much attention to in recent years, suddenly burst forth with brilliance.

Li Ping’an’s spirits soared!

In these six years, he had steadily reached the realm of first rank Heavenly Immortal, and he had intentionally sealed away a vast amount of enlightenment from the Dao of All Beings, otherwise he might have already fully perfected the Heavenly Immortal Realm and be challenging the realm of the Golden Immortal by now.

——The cultivation method of the Dao of All Beings was quite peculiar, almost equivalent to the fact that the Dao of All Beings flourished vigorously as long as Li Ping’an diligently managed the affairs of Heavenly Court.

Why seal the enlightenment?

Isn’t it the fear of the upcoming decapitation crisis for the future Heavenly Emperor?

At this moment, his father-son divine skill, which premonished crises, suddenly shone brightly, and Li Ping’an subconsciously thought that the crisis had changed.

He excitedly probed with his immortal consciousness to carefully check.

There were no changes.

Ever since the ‘Seven days and nights of discourse’ at the Taiqing observatory, the premonition of the crisis included a vague image of the Tai Chi Diagram, and since then there were no changes.

After sensing it carefully for a good while, he suddenly burst into sheepish laughter.

What shook his father-son divine skill wasn’t a change in the crisis, but the divine skill itself.

What did he discover?

Li Ping’an, transformed into a white cloud, quickly drifted to a corner of the Misty Realm, watching the huge Silver Shuttle slowly land at the “port” and the Loose Cultivators who were the main authority in the Desolate Era step off the shuttle.

“Father!”

Li Ping’an’s Dao heart was filled with joy, immediately wanting to call out with the power of his Primordial Spirit, yet he suddenly heard a familiar, aged, and slightly sycophantic shout by his ear.

“Heavenly Emperor, Heavenly Emperor~ It’s your old servant!

Your old Official!”

In a secluded mountain forest, Li Ping’an’s physical body opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the green-robed elderly man who was making a respectful gesture of greeting from miles away.

What a guy, how did he find me?

Why didn’t the Heavenly Dao send a warning, and how come my expanded immortal consciousness detected nothing?

Li Ping’an was internally shocked, yet habitually smiled, his mind mostly returning to his body, and he spoke in a calm voice:

“Elder, please approach.”

“Yes, yes!

Official has urgent matters to report!

It’s concerning the Tenth Prince of the Ancient Heavenly Court; it seems he might mean harm to you!”

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