Immortal Father
Chapter 939 - 939 327 Golden Crow Comes Knocking Request for Monthly Votes_2

939: Chapter 327: Golden Crow Comes Knocking [Request for Monthly Votes]_2 939: Chapter 327: Golden Crow Comes Knocking [Request for Monthly Votes]_2 Immortal Huanglong chuckled: “This active old minister of the ancient Heavenly Court, who has actually betrayed the tenth prince and come here to inform us, is quite interesting.”

“He has been highly assimilated by the Heavenly Dao.”

Li Ping’an shook his head:

“Every time I see him, I feel very strange, as if the Heavenly Dao itself came to life before me.

“Instead, when I converse with the Faceless One formed by the Heavenly Dao, I don’t feel anything unusual.

This Faceless One is just a humanoid manifestation that the Heavenly Dao reveals for my easier understanding.”

Immortal Huanglong shook his head and sighed: “Such matters are indeed complex.

This Poor Daoist also cannot see through them.

Heavenly Emperor, our esteemed nephew, you are shouldering much responsibility.”

Suddenly, Guilingling’s eyes lit up, and she chattered ceaselessly:

“Here we have an ‘Your Majesty,’ outside there’s a ‘Your Highness,’ ‘Your Majesty’ usually means the father of ‘Your Highness’…

Li Ping’an, you’ve been raising a family and even have children behind Ningning and Yaoyao’s back!”

Li Ping’an’s forehead was covered in metaphorical black lines.

Does this creature even listen to the key points?!

Guilingling turned around and flew towards the nearby complex of Heavenly Court palaces.

Li Ping’an said grumpily, “When Ningning leaves seclusion, tell her to prepare a family banquet.

My father is here!”

“Oh?”

Immortal Huanglong’s eyes brightened as he smiled: “It has been a few years since I saw Daoist Friend Dazhi.

Although time flies by in the blink of an eye, I always feel a certain nostalgia.”

Li Ping’an said: “Uncle-master, if you’re not too busy, why not go greet my father?

He’s arrived at the southeast corner.”

“Very well!”

Immortal Huanglong smiled with his eyes squinted, and flew away on a cloud, humming a cafe tune that recently became popular in the Misty Realm, looking utterly relaxed.

Li Ping’an stretched and rode a cloud back to his own chamber, meanwhile extending his divine consciousness to the white cloud above his father’s head.

He looked down and quietly praised.

Has Factory Director Li come incognito?

Li Ping’an extended his immortal consciousness, and the boastful talk of Li Dazhi with those Loose Cultivators whom he had only met fleetingly reached his ears immediately.

…

“Our Heavenly Emperor, ah, he really is, well!”

A Loose Cultivator Daoist wagged his thumb enthusiastically, his face oozing pride as he praised without stopping:

“Everything is scary when you have something to compare to.

Before the Heavenly Emperor was born, the Western Sect was doing all kinds of evil, unrestrained, and the key point was that no one could keep those devils in check!

“Now what?

“Wherever the Heavenly Emperor goes, the Western Sect retreats, and when the Heavenly Emperor fights the Western Sect, they don’t make a peep when struck!”

Li Dazhi was overjoyed, but still adhering to the principle of humility, he said: “You can’t really say that, mostly behind the Heavenly Emperor are the Tongtian Sect Leader, Shengmu Nuwa, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Taiqing Laozi, these four Sect Leaders.”

“Eh, Daoist friend!”

More than a dozen Loose Cultivators around looked over, muttering to themselves:

“What do you mean by that?

Are you suggesting our Heavenly Emperor himself isn’t important?”

“Then why do the four Sect Leaders only support the Heavenly Emperor, not anyone else?”

“Daoist friend, your words are biased.

Although the power of the four Sect Leaders is to restrain the main forces of the Western Sect, this scheme was also the result of the Heavenly Emperor’s hard work and effort, running around and pulling strings together.”

“Daoist friend, from what sect are you, and what is your cultivation level?

What brings you to the Misty Realm?”

“It’s not like that,” Li Dazhi said with a laugh and a cry, “I just said not to praise the Heavenly Emperor so much and to praise the few Sect Leaders and our Human Emperor a bit, why are all you Daoist friends like this!”

Suddenly someone said: “Daoist friend, could it be that you are a spy for the Hundred Clans?”

The group of Loose Cultivators uniformly retreated a few steps away from Li Dazhi.

“Show some Dao Charm!

State your lineage!”

“I…”

“Daoist friend!

Disrespect to the Heavenly Emperor is to deny the coming golden age of our Human Race!”

“Exactly!”

“Daoist friend, did you think that you could reveal yourself so easily?

We are still very vigilant!”

Li Dazhi was completely engulfed by metaphorical black lines.

If he now claims to be the Heavenly Emperor’s biological father, these Loose Cultivators would probably tackle him to the ground.

What sort of situation is this!

“I!”

“What are you doing here, Daoist friend?”

A laughing voice came from the sky.

It was Immortal Huanglong.

The Daoists looked up and saw that he was one of the famous Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Teaching, now stationed as a master of the Dragon Clan in the Misty Realm, and promptly paid their respects with a Daoist salute.

Then, the dozen or so Loose Cultivators who had just surrounded Li Dazhi watched as a white cloud formed under Li Dazhi’s feet and he slowly floated up toward the sky.

Li Dazhi thought for a moment and didn’t say much, just turned around and bowed to these Loose Cultivators, saying solemnly:

“Everyone, when praising the Heavenly Emperor, you must not only offer praise.

“The Human Emperor is the pillar of our Human Race, and the few Sect Leaders are our support.

Praising only the wind of the Heavenly Emperor, if it were to rise, would only make the Heavenly Emperor himself in a difficult position.”

“Everyone, please remember to be objective and fair.”

Having said that, he turned to Immortal Huanglong, winked, and together they rode the clouds away, leaving behind a group of Daoists staring at each other dumbfounded.

“Which divine figure is this Daoist Friend?”

“I have no idea, he doesn’t seem that powerful.”

“Speak with caution, speak with caution.”

Once they were a good distance away from that market town, Li Dazhi discarded his disguise and donned a bright purple Daoist Robe, holding his belly in laughter.

“Ha ha ha!

Watching them praise Ping’an is truly satisfying.”

Immortal Huanglong wondered, “Why did that friend still feel the need to correct them?”

“Hey, endless praise is also a form of defamation.

There aren’t really any true saints in this world.”

Li Dazhi wagged his head, smilingly inquiring about Li Ping’an’s recent years, and casually handed some exquisite items over to Immortal Huanglong.

Immortal Huanglong was all smiles, talking freely about anything Li Dazhi asked without giving it much thought.

When Li Dazhi asked, “Recently, which Female Immortal has Ping’an been close with?”

Immortal Huanglong replied without much thought, “Zi Yao Xianzi, that’s Queen Mother of the West, and Guiling Shimei, his master also frequently appears near his sleeping quarters.”

Li Dazhi inquired, “Has there been any further developments?”

“He he,” Immortal Huanglong slightly raised his eyebrows, “Why the hurry, Daoist Friend?

It takes at least a hundred and eighty years for Immortals to consider becoming Taoist partners.”

Li Dazhi gave an awkward smile: “I’m just hoping Ping’an would spread the branches and propagate leaves for our Li family.”

“Then it’s better for you to make an effort yourself.”

Immortal Huanglong sighed,

“Nephew Ping’an is really too busy.

Heavenly Court has just begun to thrive; he is indispensable everywhere.

“In the past few years, he returns to his chambers only once every half month on average.

I’ve been watching by his side, clearly observing how truly busy he is.

“Burdened with all the matters of all beings between heaven and earth, he finds it hard to extract himself.”

Li Dazhi frowned, “Aren’t there many immortal officials?

Taking on too much personally is not the way; it will only lead to illness from overwork.”

“They can’t possibly mature in just a few years.”

Immortal Huanglong patted Li Dazhi’s arm and said seriously:

“I think, Friend, if you want children, you should put in the effort yourself, to give birth to a few little princesses for the Heavenly Court.”

Li Dazhi just gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

Children aren’t something that can just appear; even he would need to contemplate and prepare.

Li Ping’an, clad in a green robe, approached to meet them.

Li Dazhi instructed, “Friend, let’s keep our chat confidential, I’ll try not to bring this up in front of the kid to avoid adding pressure on him.”

“No problem,” Immortal Huanglong shook his head, “These eyes of mine have seen too much already.”

“Dad!”

Li Ping’an’s bright voice called out.

Li Dazhi almost teared up.

Thankfully, Li Dazhi quickly composed himself, and with a beaming smile, he approached, ready to have a long heart-to-heart about family matters with Li Ping’an.

Meanwhile, outside in the void beyond the Misty Realm,

A faint golden light flickered, and an old Daoist with a gourd on his back, leaning on a staff, appeared out of nowhere.

He held a black feather in his hand.

Now, this black feather had served its purpose and was carelessly burnt away by him.

“Mister Mo, don’t blame me.

I have long known that you obey the Heavenly Dao and the grand scheme, not my father the Emperor or the new Heavenly Emperor.

Your affliction seems to be beyond salvation.”

Following that, Daoist Luya stared at the Misty Realm, observing the figures of Li Dazhi, Li Ping’an, and Immortal Huanglong as they traveled through the clouds.

A faint smirk appeared at the corner of Daoist Luya’s mouth, and he was about to step forward!

Suddenly!

Daoist Luya stopped, his whole body’s hair stood on end, and he quickly retreated, looking up towards the thin membrane of heaven and earth above the Misty Realm.

There, three faint ‘little qi swords’ were circulating with a faint glow.

The sword intent of Tongtian!

Daoist Luya frowned deeply and finally snorted coldly before turning back into the void.

Not long after, an expressionless Loose Cultivator old Daoist, maneuvering a Cloud Boat, descended toward the Misty Realm.

Despite evidently being at the level of a Heavenly Immortal, there was no divine light in his eyes, like a walking corpse, he descended towards the edge of the Misty Realm.

For someone with Daoist Luya’s abilities, it wouldn’t be a problem to make such a hastily grabbed puppet seem perfectly lifelike.

He just didn’t bother to do so.

This old Daoist entered the membrane of heaven and earth, and then let out a somewhat hoarse shout:

“Where is the Heavenly Emperor?”